It was a war out there. It didn't matter if you were on a side or not they treated you like you were.
At first you were either yellow or purple but it started to become complicated. You could be blue, pink, dark red, green, orange, pink, the lists go on.
And it didn't matter what color you were, you were someone's enemy. Someone wouldn't like you and you were going to be hurt.
No one was safe.
Everyone lived in fear.
That was, until one day.
As all gang colors were fighting others, from the rooftop they all stopped hearing a yell. The color that that yell came from was unrecognizable. As all the peeps and their specific color and flavor looked to the rooftops, they found one white peep.
White? That wasn't a color.
"Listen." The white peep yelled. "We don't have to fight." It said with a small chocolate tear in it's eye. "We don't have to fight for our color." The peep hopped forward like a veggie tale character. "I am mystery flavor, I could be a part of any of you. I could be blueberry, or chocolate, even fruit punch! This should stop, we don't need to fight anymore. Become a mystery peep! We can live in harmony!"
It wasn't long after that that the peeps lived happily. There were ones where turned mystery, and ones who wouldnt. Some wouldn't and would still be racist. And others were able to live in peace even without becoming mystery.
In the end the peeps haven't had a big war since.
The end.
