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- "AHHHH CHUUUUU."
- >Grab another tissue.
- >Blow into it.
- "Fuckin' Fluttersh-sh-sh-AHHHHH CHUUUUUU."
- >You hated this.
- >Yesterday Fluttershy tried guess if sneezing in your mouth was your fetish.
- >That horny bitch got you sick!
- "Some chicken soup will make me feel better."
- >Pick up your snuggie and wobble over to the cupboard.
- >Open it up to be met with the holy sight of chicken soup.
- "Hell yes."
- >You say through a congested nose.
- >Pour the cans contents in a bowl and pop it in the microwave.
- >Just as you set the timer on the microwave, there's a knock at your door.
- "I can't do this shit today."
- >You wobble over to the door and answer it to see Fluttershy dressed as a nurse.
- >"H-hey big boy. Nurse Sexyshy is here to take care of you."
- >You just stare at her.
- >The microwave goes off, signifying your delicious bowl of cure is ready.
- >Fluttershy dashes over to it before you can respond.
- >She pull the bowl of golden deliciousness out of the microwave.
- >You make your way to the table and take a seat.
- >Fluttershy holds a spoon of the soup in front of your face.
- >"Say Ahhhhh."
- >You look at her like she just farted in a bank and the fumes made the alarm go off.
- "No. I'm not a child I can feed myself."
- >Fluttershy takes this the wrong way.
- >"Oops."
- >She pours the scolding hot soup over your lap.
- >Look down at the only thing that can cure of your sickness is now giving you third degree burns.
- >Quietly stand up and walk to the bathroom.
- >look in the mirror.
- "Don't let her see you c-cryyyy."
- >You burst into tears as you remember your fallen food comrade.
- >The hot soup to skin contact didn't bother you, but that soup was like a soup to you.
- >Delicious and warm. Good for a cold winters night. Soup was there for you when your dog ,scruffy, died.
- >And that whore, that whore thinks she can just throw it on you like that.
- >Your grip tightens against the sink.
- >Knock, knock.
- >"You better get out here m-mister, so mama can lick- I mean clean that soup off you.
- >You've had enough of this.
- >Your blood boils.
- >Turn around and open the door to reveal Fluttershy.
- >"That's better mister."
- >She approaches your pants and tries unbuttoning them.
- >Slap her face then push her out of your path.
- >Your rush down to the spilled contents on the floor.
- >Look around on the ground not sure what to do.
- >Begin giving the soup CPR.
- >It doesn't work.
- "Pl-please. I need your help."
- >Your face meets your hands as tears fall.
- >There's a strange, slippery feeling on your arm.
- >Look down to see a noodle stroking your arm, attempting to comfort you.
- >"I'd never leave you Anon."
- >Look up in awe at the now flying mass of chicken and pasta.
- "B-but how?"
- >"You believed in me when no one else would, and for that I thank you."
- >The pasta says while caressing your face.
- >"Now. There's something that must be done."
- >Watch as he floats off into the direction where Fluttershy last was.
- >"N-NO PLEASE DON'T."
- >The screams of Fluttershy can be heard throughout the house.
- >"You were on the floor longer than 5 seco-BLAHHLAHLALAH."
- >There's silence.
- >The pasta returns.
- "What uhhh what'd you do?"
- >"I gave her the Hersey Squirts."
- "..."
- "How?"
- >The pasta laughs at your question.
- >"You have a lot to learn."
- >He begins exiting your house.
- "Wait. How'd you do it?"
- >"Anon. I expired 3 years ago. Man you need to clean out your cupboard."
- >And with that he was gone.
- >Some say you can still see the expired soup flying around the Everfree, some say he threw himself away.
- >We may never know what happened to him.
- >The End.
- >"I don't get the story."
- >Look over to see Fluttershy reading over your shoulder.
- >You try hiding your monitor, but it's no use.
- "What the fuck Fluttershy! You can't just read over my shoulder like that!"
- >"I'm just sayin' it needs work."
- "You need work."
- >Boom. You got her.
- >"Wow that was a good one."
- >She says in a sarcastic tone.
- "That's it."
- >Grab her by the tail and and throw her out the window.
- >Sit back down at your computer.
- >You then type a new story bcause of...
- >Fucking Fluttershy's critique.
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