I turned into a french fry

It all started off with the... dreams. I've been having odd dreams of.. french fries for awhile now. In my dreams they would talk to me, and interact with me. And in my dream... I was a fry.

Every morning I would wake up with a brand new bottle of ketchup laying next to me. I didn't think it was too big of a deal at first. But then it kept happening. I would put the ketchup bottle away, but a NEW one would appear the next morning, just laying there.

I have tried going to therapy, but it doesn't help. They try sending me to a crazy person hospital, but I'm not crazy, honest! What's wrong with me?! What could this all mean?

Also, sometimes I am scared to go to McDonalds. Everytime I buy myself fries, and I'm about to put them in my mouth, I have this odd sensation. It's almost like... they're trying to speak to me. I shake it off, and eat the fries, only for my stomach to hurt like crazy later on.

I tried talking to my friends about it, but they just think I'm crazy.

Maybe I am crazy.

Present

I wake up in the morning, once again with a new ketchup bottle cuddled next to me. But today was different. There was also a mustard bottle. Is someone trying to prank me? Because this is a lame joke.

I eat breakfast, alone, as usual. (I live by myself). Ring, ring, ring.

"Hello?" I answer the phone. I hear an odd voice answer back that I have never heard before.

"It's your time. We're coming for you." And they hang up.

I shake it off, thinking it's just a prank call. Then, I get another phone call. Shakingly, I pick up the phone.

"Uh.. H-Hello?" I stutter.

"Hey!" Oh good, it's just my friend, Tim.

"You wanna hang out today?" I gladly accept his offer.

I meet Tim at his house.

"John! Nice to see you!" He greets.

"I was thinking we could go to McDonalds tod-"

"NO!" I interupt.

"Dude, you need to get over this fear! What's with you and french fries anyways?"

"I.. I D-Don't know." I answer.

"Well, we're going to McDonalds, if you like it or not."

He forces me to McDonalds and I order the usual, a Big Mac meal. When I get my meal, I just stare at my fries.

"Uhh... What's wrong?" Tim asks.

"These fries," I answer,

"They're mocking me." Tim bursts out laughing.

"I gotta go to the bathroom!" Tim says between laughs. He rushes to the bathroom, and I'm left with the fries.

"Hey, you!" I hear. Am I.. hallucinating? Did I just hear the fry talk?

"You, you! You right there!" I stare at the french fry that has the voice coming from.

It has an odd shaped mouth and eyes. I'm about to scream when the french fry hushes me.

"W-What, H-How are you-" I stutter.

"I think there is a better way we can talk to each other. Without you freaking out." The french fry explains.

All of a sudden, I feel like I'm shrinking. I feel my body, and it feels so salty. Then my arms dissapear. Then my legs. I feel so... greasy! Eventually I'm the size of the other french fry.

"Is this... another dream?" I ask.

"Nope. You're a french fry for real!"

I didn't know what to say. How is this possible? How could this be happening? I look into the napkin holder reflection and I see myself. I'm a normal sized french fry. A... french fry.

"WHY DID YOU TURN ME INTO A FRENCH FRY!" I scream. I see Tim walk out of the bathroom, confused.

"Where did John go?" I can hear him say. I try screaming for him, but it's no use. He can't hear me in this small body.

"I guess he got scared of the french fries and left," I hear him laugh. He leaves with his meal and I just stand there in shock.

"How do I turn myself back!?" I ask.

"Woah! Calm down! The reason why you were turned is because we wanted revenge." They respond.

"Re-Revenge for what?"

"For eating us all the time! You use to go to McDonalds 24/7, you used to LOVE to eat fries!"

I just stand there in shock, once again. It's true. I used to eat fries all the time. "We gave you signs, you shouldn't be so shocked." I hear the other fry mutter.

"But there is one thing cool about being a fry. You can fly!" He exclaims and starts flying around Super Man like.

"Wow!" I say, and I start flying around. "This is great!"

"There is rules about being a fry,"

The fry states, " You can not show yourself in front of a human unless you're about to turn them. And, if you're about to get eaten, you're about to get eaten. You can't do anything about it."

I gulp. I hope that never happens to me.

"Enjoy! See ya!" And without warning, they POOF away!

I stand there in anger. What am I going to do? Well the first thing I should do, is to get out of this place... I fly out of the restaraunt and sit on a bench, and cry.

I sniffle, "Well it can't be that bad. It's better than my old life... Yeah! I never could fly before! And maybe I could learn the teleporting thing that the other fry did!"

And with that, John was happy with being a fry, so he stayed that way. (Not that he had a choice).

THE END

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