Paper Bags

Paper Bags

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//If you're reading this anywhere that is not w a t t p a d, you're reading a work stolen from me and posted elsewhere.// There is one rule the entire world follows after the Great Nature Apocalypse and that is that every person needs to wear a Paper Bag over their heads. This is to ensure the polluted air that is found to turn humans into frogs once the air hits their faces is prevented, and the material used to make paper bags is the only thing stopping that effect. But one man, Haru, always thought that that rule is stupid and had no basis, only a tale of caution told from one generation to the next. Deciding to prove that was the case, he walks out into the outside world out of the comfort of the underground bunker and took off his Paper Bag. What he finds out through this elicits a strange journey with his three other close friends (and a nuisance) in finding the origin of this 'fact', specifically, who started this entire rule. [Cover made entirely from CANVA]
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"H-hey.. You know..." Work brain, work. "What?" he hisses. "Um... I-I think I need my inhaler. It's in the bag," great, nice move. But my hope shatters into pieces when he rummages through my bag instead. "Where the heck did you put it," he asks, or maybe states as he isn't looking at me. "NO. Just give me my freakin' bag. Fast!" I try one last time. And lucky enough, he gives up. He brings the bag to me hastily. I redeem it, throw it back on the 'other side' along with myself. I run for my life. I hear whistles and of course, rainbow of curses, on the other side of the world. Well, I guess I'll just have to return to plan A. ~~~

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