I wrote this but the milk fic is not my idea. I honestly wanted to kill myself writing this story, but here you go, you sick fucks. Oh, also someone named Trimnere told me to write this, so blame her for this monstrosity of a story.
A heart-warming, suspenseful story of Brendon and a carton of milk he finds in an alley. They have arguments and makeups, but in the end, Milk God, will do his job.
Imagine zis, your whole life vas based around ze chilli and Ringmaster Brendon Urie vas always screaming at you for not closing ze door. Nothing really matters anymore. Dave's sweater isn't soft anymore. Eggnog doesn't taste good any more. A closed door doesn't feel closed anymore.Dance Battles will be won,eggnog will be spilled
Authors Note:
Don't read this book its literally the most ridiculous thing you'll ever read.
Imagines about the beautiful Breadbin Urie. Please only leave constructive critisicm as this is my first try at fan fiction......well.....first public one