Anti-Cream Stories

Anti-Cream Story Five (Translated)

You know, I've many jobs

Killer started his yellow car, ready to start another day of driving people around town.

I was a dishwasher, waiter and cook

He looks at his wrist, which has a small burn.

Pawn and bricklayer, mechanical assistant

He feels his face, which permanently had black stripes. He feels his hands, which are missing a few chips of bone.

A thousand uses. But now I want to tell you when I was a taxi driver

Cross looks in a bathroom mirror, making sure he looked fine, as he was getting ready to see his beloved. It has been a long time since he had been back in his beloved hometown. It was a miracle that the army had given him a rest during this time.

He went outside to call a taxi.

One day a young man approached me and told me "Hey driver! Step on the gas! It's been so long since I lost saw him, I can't take it anymore. Please stop at the flower shop, I have to buy flowers for my love!"

He got off to pick up a bouquet of red roses.

And I was drove at his command and he the sang

I went yes yes yes
driving and he whistled with his flowers

Cross gave him the address of the house he shared with his boyfriend.

As soon as we arrived at the address He told me to wait for him and ran to the house

Dream's shouts could be heard from outside, he was on top of Nightmare in the living room.

Cross shouted some swear words before slaming the door, trying to control the tears that wanted to escape from his eye sockets.

After a few minutes the lion that I drove came back as the smallest mouse out there... -And he told me!

"Hey mister. Step on it again, I was wrong this isn't the right street"

He climbed in again, keeping his gaze on the floor.

"Where to?"

"Far away from here please go without asking"

Killer stared at him with a worried look, but he drove off anyway.

And I drove, as he cried, with his flowers,

yeah I continued yes yes yes

I drove, as he dropped the pretty flowers

(Uwuw unedited version time)

You know, I had so many jobs

Killer started his yellow car, ready to start another day of transporting people.

I was a dishwasher, waiter and cook

Look at his wrist, which has a small burn.

Pawn and bricklayer, mechanical assistant

He feels his face, which permanently has black stripes.

Feel your hands missing a few small sparks.

A thousand uses But now I want to tell you when I was a taxi driver

Cross looks in a bathroom mirror, ensuring he looks good to see his beloved. It has been a great time since I was returning to this city. It was a miracle that the army will give him a rest during this time.

Go outside to call a taxi.

One day a young man approached me and told me "Hey driver! Get gas! So much without seeing it, I can't take it anymore Stand up please, I will buy flowers for my love "

He got off to pick up a bouquet of red roses.

And I was driving at his command and the singing I continued yes yes yes driving and whistling with your flowers

Cross gave her the address of the house she shared with her boyfriend.

As soon as we arrived at the address He told me to wait for him and ran to look for him

Dream shouts could be heard, which was on Nightmare in the living room.

Cross shouted some swear words before closing the loud door, trying to control the tears that wanted to escape from the eye sockets.

After a few minutes that lion that I had as a passenger back become the smallest mouse -And he told me! "Hey driver. Give it again, I'm wrong this street is not"

He climbed again, looking at the step.

"Tell me where?" "away from here go without asking"

Killer saw him with a worried look, but he ripped off anyway

And I drove, and he cried with his flowers, continued yes yes yes driving and throwing pretty flowers

(I might make a second part to this, so uh, yeah, look out for that ig...)