Inanimate Objects x Reader

Paper Plates x Reader

You were just so sick and tired of washing dishes. Whether it was yours or not. Touching wet rice in the drain, one of your deepest darkest nightmares. People might say that you're overreacting to this. Your friend pointed out that it wasn't your job, it was just a chore that you have to to everyday.

Simply put, you considered washing plates, utensils and glasses a painful method of torture. You even thought about how much brain damage it can do.  And hoped that one day, someone will give you a plate that you don't need to wash. That would be a dream come true.

Soon a knocking on the door was heard.

An unknown stranger left a box in the middle of your doorstep. Maybe it was the mailman who got the address wrong and you can get free stuff. If the package was not thrown to the door, maybe you could actually use it.

You took the box inside to open it. You eventually found a knife that was inside your aunt's chest for some reason. She seemed to be not breathing.

I think she's fine. Your sibling came from the back and smiled at you nervously. It was weird, since he had a red stain on the shirt.

Slowly stepping away from you while carrying your aunt. Then her foot got stuck in the tiny table that had your mom's favorite antique vase on top of it. Your sibling tugged the body harder. Then the vase fell and was shattered into a thousand pieces. You can't see that little trouble maker anymore. Your sibling disappeared behind the door way.

"Hey! I'm gonna tell mom about that!" You snapped.

"About what?" Their voice shaking.

"The vase. Idiot."

"I'll take care of it."

What was that about?

You peeked to the other side of the doorway to find them getting a broom.

Oh well.

You shrugged it off and went back to the box. You raised your hand and opened with the blade.

And so you saw it.

All of your wishes have been fulfilled.

Disposable little prices of paper were stacked into little towers.

It was the most beautiful thing you have ever seen.

You can already see the future, running into the sunset without ever washing the dishes.

You got tired. Somehow. So you just slept at the floor, for reasons that must not be mentioned.

When you wake up, there gone!

The paper plates, missing!

You immediately look around you and around the house. Searching all tour cupboards ands drawers. Under everyone's closet. You came out in the end, empty handed.

You storm of outside, you saw your sibling shoveling dirt into a hole. It seemed like they've been doing this for hours. You began to wonder what happened to your aunt....

Not now. Paper plates are more urgent.

"Hey! (S/n)!! Have you seen the paper plates?" You asked them in a form of screaming.

They scratched their head "I may have, needed those to clean stuff up" Then they cleared their throat.

"But they're some leftovers" They pointed out. "Also, please don't use the trashcan at the back, it's filled with, um, ketchup and sauce."

You start running. And without even looking back, you found it.

As if, on cue, pizza was waiting outside.