What if you go to the store, hoping to find your condiment for food? What if its more than just a sauce? What if you come home to something you never wanted to see? That's what happened to Y/n. (Y/n means your name, and will use neutral pronouns so they/them) (This is a joke fic, meant for my friends. She said, "NEXT THING YOU KNOW THERE'S GONNA BE A SOY SAUCE X READER OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT " so. That's why I am here, I can't find any.) (also, I am dyslexic so hang with me.)

Warning: this book is a joke and making fun of shit like this lol, gay ass over the top unfunny nirvana (I'm a huge nirvana fan, Kurt had an actual skat kink he'll be fine)