(HEAVY HIATUS) You'll be a Hero 2

A Day in the Life of a Pinky

A WHHOOOOLLLLEEEE one-shot dedicated to Pinky. You're welcome.

This might get dumb by the way.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Pinky's aggravating alarm clock went off a million times before he rolls out of bed, grabs it, and yeets it out the circular attic window-he heard the shattering of glass. He didn't notice it knock out Cluckins who's always up bright and early. Then again, DID HE CARE? Nope.

Why did he have an alarm clock anyways...?

Pinky doesn't have an actual house. He sleeps in the Sweetiepies' attics. Mostly Slim's since he considers him as the closest "friend" he has. Even if he body slams Pinky everyday. Little did Slim know, those body slams only made him STRONGER!

Pinky's bed sheets were pink with a few or more stains of melted butter on them. That was from all the times he got stuck in that fence, and the Sheriff's Department had to smear butter all over him to get him out. Good times. Goooooood times.

Apparently as Pinky rolled out of bed, his sheets came with him. So he wears his sheets while trudging to the mini fridge to get breakfast. Oh wait-pre-breakfast. He eats breakfast before and after he brushes his teeth.

Pinky's pre-breakfast is one full teacup of chopped garlic. Not only does it taste good, but he could be as unstoppable as the big nose guy who eats garlic a lot.

After the rhino swallowed his pre-breakfast and threw the teacup to the side (he'll just steal that sheriff's Lucky Ducky mug as a replacement), he walked to his scruffy bathroom which was across from him against the slanted wooden walls. He stood in front of the pink, super-glued mirror that had small cracks in the upper right and lower left corners. It didn't accompany a sink by the way.

This is how the great gremlin god brushes his teeth: he squirts as much toothpaste as he can into his mouth, swishes it around, and spits it out in a hot pink bucket propped against the wall next to the mirror.

C'mon, who needs a toothbrush when you can brush your teeth the Pinky way?

*Cough* which is the best way *cough cough*

For his other breakfast, Pinky ate Slim's burnt cereal, which totally wasn't stolen. Can't get it anywhere else though.

"Now to release my black hole of chaos," Pinky announced to no one.

He tumbled down the ladder of the attic and started heading to the entrance. Once he walked in the living room, he saw Slim lifting up a gas tank that was nearly bigger than him.

"Heeeey Slim! How's life going?" Pinky asked. Slim groans.

"Like every other day, now get out of my apartment!" Slim said with a stern tone. Pinky growls, walking closer to him.

"MAKE ME!" Slim drops the gas tank, picks up Pinky, and flips him around so that his head dangles from Slim's shoulder. Slim Piggins body slams Pinky to the floor, creating a dull vibration in the room. Pinky screamed as his body made contact with the floor.

"Get Slim-slammed!" Slim stated, crossing his arms. Pinky chuckles as he slowly stands up.

"Idiot! I'm becoming stronger because of your body slams!"

"That doesn't make any sense! Everything you say is unfathomable!"

"Wow, usin' big words today, aren't we? Big brain Piggins!" Pinky provoked. Slim groans and shoves the creature aside. He picks up the gas tank again.