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Hold on, let me get this straight.
Well, the ''next'' speaker better not be Lemonade, because she won't even appreciate what I'm about to say.
And Chalky just said I'm supposed to write her a get-well card.
Here's the kind of card I'm ''actually'' planning to write her.
Yeah, cards like "sorry about what happened" are soooooo unoriginal.
Now you're probably wondering, "Why isn't Cubey writing such a card?"
Okay ... so I'd better just tell you all.
I'm gonna wait until Chalky thinks she's finally going to have good luck, ''then'' write the card.
Do you think this plan will work?
Yeah, I'd better come up with another plan.
== Many years ago... ==
I was eating frozen yogurt in Halo Pub one day when a pomegranate hit me in the head.
That made me so mad.
Why should one be allowed to throw pomegranates in the ice cream parlor anyway?
...that wasn't what I meant to ask.
(Sometime later, I asked him whether the dentist was stable, and then I had many nightmares that all my teeth would be knocked out.
We left the Halo Pub, and I just wanted quiet time to myself.
Unfortunately it started to rain.
I really wanted to watch TV, but going from the sublime to the ridiculous, Grape was there watching a show I didn't like.
''How did she even get in the house?
Mom explained that since Grape's parents were hanging out with her Italian aunt and uncle, she was hired to babysit her.
Grape's presence bothered me, so I went up to my room.
I no longer enjoy that TV show, but somehow I have a feeling that it's a bit underrated.
What's even ''worse'' is that due to the massive rain, Grape's parents couldn't pick her up that day, so she had to sleep over.
I'm not even questioning how Hex and Brownie got home, because I was still mad at them, albeit also being mad at Grape.
When Mom was offering dessert afterwards, Grape was awfully judgmental.
That's one thing that's hard about life; you need to get used to the habits of others if they're spending time with you.
In all this misery, I skipped dessert and went up to my room again.
You know, I wish I had arms, so I could write in the journal with my legs under the bed covers.
And guess what happened after that?
I wanted to call Rubber and ask, but my parents don't let me use the phone unless they want me to.
After just pondering around a bit, I was put to bed.
So I thought of sneaking into the kitchen and taking a donut.
I didn't forget that Grape was in the house, but WHY DID SHE HAVE TO SLEEP DOWNSTAIRS IN THE LIVING ROOM?
(Also, why did she have to be bothered by light so much?
I was like, "Now my parents are gonna know about this!"
I was pretty much restless all night.
Since it took so long for me to fall asleep, I slept all morning, and my parents woke me up for lunch.
Even so, it was my favorite meal, but Grape was eating it faster than me.
After lunch, I just wanted to sleep more, but I also wanted to go to Rubber's party, and it was a ''terribly hard'' decision to make.
And worst of all, some time around 3 PM, '''I wet the bed'''!
I tried hard to keep her away from my room so she wouldn't blabber about the stench.
I have had nothing but terrible luck since the day before, when I got hit by a pomegranate, then it rained, then Grape was in my house, and then I wet the bed.
...Oh, and if you're wondering, I missed the party, because I got in trouble with my parents.
== Back to today's plans... ==
REVENGE!
The next time Chalky asks me to do something, I'll do it completely wrong... (well, she probably won't ask it to me individually, but she might say...)
Then when she gets mad, I'll write the card, and tell her it's an apology letter.
Now, the only way this is possible is that I go over to her house...
Wait, what?
Are you sure you're doing fine?
Maybe we should, maybe we shouldn't!
Perfect!
Several years ago, I met a headbanded boy named Composite who was evidently a scaredy cat.
I really wanted to go on that Ferris wheel, and he was so scared about it.
After arguing about whether we'd go on that Ferris wheel, I finally decided I could just enjoy the ride myself, as long as he promised not to wander anywhere.
But he didn't promise that.
...he went somewhere he was ''far'' too young for.
He went into a haunted mirror maze.
He was constantly running away from his red-flashing reflections and trying to escape horrendous sound.
Then he got lost in the maze, and couldn't get out no matter how hard he tried.
Eventually he passed out due to being scared so much.
After getting off the Ferris wheel, I got scared myself because he was gone!
I proceeded to search for him.
And just look at Composite... (''without'' asking where I got this picture from...)
After about an hour, our parents and Function returned.
== Back to today's plans ''again''... ==
Wait... sticking together... THAT'S IT!
Now where is she...??
Okay, maybe it won't work ''just yet'', but the business should start tomorrow morning.
Uh oh.
Man, I wish there was a stationery store nearby.
Guess I might as well speak to her orally.
== The Next Morning... ==
(yawn) An alarm at 6:30 A.M.
Oh oops, I forgot.
I'd better just go home and wait.
Why can't I figure out a way to prank Chalky!?
The problem is, one hot day I drank so much water out of a well, it gave me an illness.
Because of what caused the sickness, the word "well" disturbed me, and thus I rejected many of the cards I've gotten.
Wells should be called "water tunnels" in my opinion.
Now to come up with a plan to disturb Chalky's day and make her regret everything... my revenge plan won't work, nor will following her around.
Wait... CHALKY?
Oh, ''nothing''... hehe, I just...
GREAT!
<nowiki> </nowiki>Whoa... I think I just went too far.
If you don't know who Alfrredo is, by the way, he's my teddy bear I carry around on rare occasions.
Now to get out of the house... without being noticed by my parents...
Where else can I live?
Oh what do you know, a donut shop.
After all, donut shops are amazing.
Yeah, why should I say anything any more, let's just turn it to the next speaker.
...what, is the next speaker Lemonade?
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