A/N I wrote this on a dare. Don't judge, please.
Dan x Shrek ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Dans POV
By: CarryOnMyWaywardDun (Wattpad)
I was laying in bed, crying, like I had been for the last 3 days. Phil's death had shaken me, and no amount of therapy could heal my shattered heart. "This is NOT what Phil would want from me. He would want me to go out, and live a carefree life, maybe even adopt some children!" I slowly stood up, and walked towards the kitchen. I reached up and grabbed the cereal. My shaking hands lifted the box towards my face. Just like I expected, it still had a faint smell of Phil on it. I started sobbing. Uncontrollably. I couldn't stop. That is, until a gruff, smooth, sexual (or should I say SHREXUAL!! Eyyyyyyyy.)voice said," Dan... I can help you." A soft green hand slid over my shoulder, and under my shirt. I blushed and stuttered, " I.... umm... Who are you, and what can you do to help?" The hand was removed from my chest, and I turned to look at the stranger.
"Sh... Shrek?" The avocado-green skin was covered slightly by a tan,
Burlap shirt. Shrek smiled, and whispered, " Yes. And I can help you. Just TRUST ME. Love me..." My eyes widened, and then, for the first time since Phil's death, I felt something other than sadness. "Love me..." I murmured under my breath. I turned around to fully face Shrek, and then I kissed him. It felt so right at the time. I kissed him, and I liked it. He helped me get over Phil's death, like no one else could. Thank you Shrek, I hope you find your way to heaven. I am 97 now, and I'll die soon. I just want that story to get out there. I love you Shrek, and I miss you more than a person could miss a dead meme.
A tribute to our god, Shrek. May you always live in the swamp of our hearts.
