Pushing Parks - A Pro-Waffle-Logue
A Pro-Waffle-Logue
At this very moment in the town of Coeur de Pawnee, Ben Wyatt was 36 years, 264 days and 19 hours 33 minutes old and not a minute older.
Walking around in Ramsett Park, he started dwelling on why he was walking around in Ramsett Park. When he had decided to meet the unknown resource provider, he was more than willing to be one step closer to solve the mystery that was the corruption of the town. He walked in the darkness, trying to get to the location he was going to meet the anonymous man, hoping he would be finding some answers to the corruption of the town that was a mystery. As he stepped on some broken fluorescent tubes, he decided that it wasn’t the best idea to be in the closed park at dark.
“It isn’t the best idea to be in the closed park at dark.” he mumbled as he reached where the broken swing set was, unaware of the fact that it would be his last thought. As he was thinking about his idea, Ben Wyatt was killed by a plastic bag with a smiley face on it. Ironically he had been against using smiley faces as means of communication and was a firm believer in recycling. He breathed out his last breath and his body fell on the ground, right on some trash bags, dead. Ben Wyatt was 36 years, 264 days, 19 hours and 33 minutes old when he was killed. At that moment in the town of Coeur de Pawnee, an event occurred that is not, was not and should never be considered an ending for endings are where we begin.
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A/N: I think I am now officially on the verge of sheer insanity or pure genius now that I have merged my favorite two shows together. This is my first ever multi-chapter fanfiction. It is heavily Ben&Leslie centric with mentions of all the other canon relationships. Comments, love for Pushing Daisies and waffles are most welcome.