Wendy's X Starbucks

Chapter 5

Ronald McDonald had raped Wendy....

"YOU BITCH! WHY WOULD YOU FUCKING RAPE ME YOU GODDAMN BIG MAC WORSHIPPER?!" Wendy yelled at him as soon as they were done.

"Well, that's where you're wrong. The only thing I worship is you." Wendy stared into Ronald's eyes. There was no sparkle, no happiness, just evil and jealousy. She stared at his maniacal grin.

"Thanks, but I don't need a goddamn $1 happy meal toy with a red dick to tell me that." With that said, she turned around, grabbed her Krabby Patty ass spatula and whacked Ronald McDonald's face.

"AgH! My red weave!" Ronald spoke. His red clown hair had fallen from the impact of Wendy's spatula hitting him.

"Hahaha!" Wendy laughed while taking a picture of poor Ronald McDonald's weave and started to make conspiracy theories.

—————————Meanwhile————————
Outside of Wendy's, Starbucks was stalking her (obviously.)

Starbucks growled in anger, "HOW DARE THAT GODDAMN WHITEASS PERVERT CLOWN WITH CAKEY MAKEUP AND A FAKE CURLY FUCKBOY WEAVE LAY A FINGER ON MY INNOCENT ANGEL?!"
Starbucks marched up angrily to the front entrance of Wendy's but noticed Wendy had already locked the front door.

"I love you Wendy but wHy the fuck are you like this?! If you scream for help, at least leave your goddamn door unlocked so someone can rescue you!" Starbucks sighed.
However, Starbucks knows this restaurant like it's her house, she basically knows every fire exit, back entrance, window, bathroom, and kitchens there are to this place. Not even Wendy knows that shit. Starbucks went around the back entrance and held down the doorknob. Click! The door is unlocked. Starbucks hastily walked past the hallways of the restaurant, making sure not even a single creature could hear her lingering footsteps. She quickly turned into the kitchen, rummaged through the cabinets, and found a rustic pan.

Starbucks smiled, "Imma bout to go all Rapunzel up on his white ass." With that said, she left the kitchen, crept through the restaurant and headed towards the front of the restaurant where Ronald and Wendy were. The front was dim but Starbucks could still make out where everything was. She spotted Ronald sulking over his red wig with his black mask and pants left alone in a corner, and all that was exposed were his Peppa Pig underpants and white bald head. Starbucks laughed because she thought Ronald looked like Humpty Dumpty. Then, Starbucks saw Wendy on Twitter tweeting about Ronald McDonald's fake as fuck weave and tagged McDonald's in the pic.

Starbucks slowly tip-toed behind Ronald and smacked his head with the pan. He lied there, passed out. Wendy finally looked up from her phone screen, switched on the front lights, and gasped.

"Are you fucking crazy?! I could be sued for this shit ya know?!" Wendy yelled.
"Hey, at least be fucking appreciative that I saved your ass from that clown! A-Also, you know you can sue him for raping you too!" Starbucks retorted.
"Fine...thanks for saving me I guess." Wendy replied, filled with salt.
"Yeah, you're welcome." Starbucks looked over at the unconscious Ronald McDonald.
"Let's have some fun with this guy while he's knocked out. I mean after all, he took my virginity and that's a sin he should pay for. You never. EVER. MeSS wIth mE because I have the power of god and anime on my side!"
Starbucks grinned at Wendy as she snickered. Starbucks knew what she was going to do, she grabbed a knife from the kitchen.

CHOP! CHOP! CHOP!

"Now that's better..."

To be continued...

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Hey guys, it's the author here!
Now, I normally never do little author's notes like this but I'm considering the idea of adding it to my chapters...it might be a fun addition! Also...yay...I'm back to updating! I've just had major writer's block so I'm really sorry about my hiatus. I'll try updating chapters every Friday or Saturday but I can't guarantee anything since I'm backed up with school exams and homework. Thanks for reading this very short chapter and have a wonderful day my lovelies!

—-Xoxo, RichMoneySwag (RMS)