Your name is apperentally Jack Noir. Not black because you are not Jack Black you are JAck. fucking. Noir.
But besides that you have just captured this strange child's magical talking glasses, but they weren't really magical you just thought that sounded cooler AND magic is tottaly super real and awesome unlike Bro-coli. Like who would just come up with such a fake and unbelivable fruit.
The thought of a small green tree with an afro sounds so unrealistic to you.
You just get mad and decide to just not think about the fruit Bro-coli any longer.
After looking at these strange glasses for over three hours stright you decided tnat it was cutting into good training time, so you put them on, because that is a great idea, and went on your merry way.
Jack: be the orange.
You cannot be an orange because there is no orange around, but you can-
Oh.. you're in your room now filled entirely with empty Orange Crush soda bottles scattered about the floor and no longer the other guy.
Exhausted, you flop down on your bed and roll off onto the floor with a loud thud, of course your natural instinct would be to cry, but you do not do such a thing because you are a Strider and Strider's do NOT cry, but you wanna cry so, so bad, so you do because no one is around and your in pain, mentally, physically, and spiritually.
Hot tears stream down your shameful shadeless face as you bang your head on the floor repeatedly
BUt wait!
OH MY GOD, WheRE Are Your SHADESSSSSSSSSSS!??!?!??
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Riding Freedom (Male x Male horse)
FanfictionOn Earth C, Dirk Strider sees a race horse by the name of Gallopington Speedster III. The moment their eyes meet each other they instantly fell in love, but their love was forbidden by Gallopington's family, and their families turned against each ot...
