Clouds: A Grester/Hartbig Fanfic

Once upon a time, there was a cloud. The cloud was extremely unfortunately shaped. Other clouds (who looked damn fine) laughed at this disadvantaged cloud. So, one day, the cloud grew another terrible feature to pleasure itself. A terrifying, yet slightly arousing, feature. It made all the other clouds really turned on, but the cloud stuck to its morals and only hit it off with the genuine clouds. Sadly, the arousing cloud developed an addiction to something terribly unhealthy.

One day, Grace Helbig saw the cloud.

"DAYUM," Grace yelled, "I'd tap that condensation." She was so excited by the prospect of an extremely sexual cloud that she decided to embark on an extraordinary mission to 'Tap Dat'. This erotic journey, however, involved flying to the cloud's location; Grace didn't know what to do!

"Come back to bed, sweetie!" Chester called from the next room.

"Sorry, babe. Today I'm turned on by something much better than you."

Intrigued as to what Grace could possibly find more attractive than him, Chester stopped striking a fabulous pose by the doorway and looked into the sky.

"WOW!" He began, "Isn't that thing just as -" but Grace interrupted with voluptuous distaste.

"GODDAMIT," she yelled with anguish, "you can penetrate me later. Just help me get up to this dang thing."

They exchanged an awkward glance, before Chester agreed to the idea.

"Ok. But you PROMISE I can do it later?" He queried.

"No, but you can join me on my mission to 'Tap Dat' if you like. I call dibs on the sticky-outy bit, though," Grace compromised, somewhat unreasonably.

"Fine." Chester agreed, realising he wasn't going to get the V today.

"Awe." Grace sighed. "You can have the V if you really want."

Chester's face brightened at the idea of such a wondrous experience.

As they began to embrace, Grace saw that the cloud had disappeared.

"NOOO. WHO THE HECK DID THAT!" She screamed.

At that moment, Hannah Hart walked through the door clutching a wrapped box.

"What the heck is that, Hannah?" Grace moaned, fed up.

"It's a present," Hannah whispered.

"What is it, Hannah?" Grace asked, once more.

"Take it..." Hannah, seductively, spoke.

Grace opened the box, and inside was a jar.

"Grace," Hannah cried, "You know how much I love you. I got you the perfect gift."

"It's not another 'Manage a Trois', is it Hannah?"

But Hannah knew Grace all too well. As Grace unscrewed the lid off the jar, the cloud escaped into the room.

"MURDERER!" It squeaked at Hannah.

It condensed and fell to the floor: DEAD.

"YOU IDIOT, HANNAH! HOW DUMB ARE YOU? YOU THINK I LOVE YOU? YOU THINK I LOVE CHESTER? WELL YEAH I DO BUT I LOVED ONE THING MORE AND THAT WAS THIS CLOUD." Grace wept, outraged. She ran into the kitchen, opened the drawer and took a knife out of its sheath.

"Guys?" Mamrie's voice sounded from outside the door where Hannah had been waiting, "What's happening? Is everything okay in there, Grace?"

"NO! IT'LL NEVER BE OK!" Grace hyperventilated.

"Okay, I'm coming in." Mamrie reassured, busting the door down with an almighty kick.

Grace screamed, charging into the room with a knife, stabbing Hannah multiple times. She moved on to Mamrie, slitting her throat. Grace pushed the bodies up against a wall to admire them.

"You know, Chester? There's one thing I love more than clouds...

Corpses."