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TITLE: I Don't Know What The Fuck To Title This Monstrosity
FANDOM: ...Trix
CHARACTERS: Trix Rabbit
PROMPT: "In January 2007, Trix Cereal company General Mills returned Trix cereal to their original shape."
RATING: LMFAO
★★★★
He could still remember their unrelenting discrimination, the racist youth intentionally lashing into him with their taunts. He wanted nothing more than to partake in that scrumptious looking breakfast cereal but they turned him away time and time again simply for looking different. Then they would laugh maniacally, taking the utmost delight in his pain and suffering.
But today was different. Today those little bastards weren't going to stop him. Today was his day.
With the painful taunts still ringing in his ears and past failures still replaying themselves in his brain, he tiptoed silently into the kitchen and opened the cabinet. The rusted hinges squealed noisily threatening to deny him what was rightfully his. The rabbit froze in his tracks. This was bullshit. Was he about to be cockblocked again? By a fucking cabinet?
He thought he heard a rustle coming from the next room. In a panic, he fumbled the box of his beloved Trix. The box tumbled to the kitchen counter with a clatter. The rabbit froze, listening for any more signs of life. When there was none, he relaxed with a sigh and picked up the box. He found a bowl by looking through another cabinet and a spoon by looking through a nearby drawer. He quickly set the bowl down on the kitchen table and grabbed a carton of milk from the refrigerator. He poured the cereal as quietly as he could followed by the milk.
His mouth was watering. He could almost taste the delicious cereal already, like an orgasm of fruity goodness unleashing itself on his taste buds LMFOMSL OH MY GOD WHY AM I STILL WRITING.
"Oranges, lemons, and grapes I see; the fruity taste of Trix is all for me!" he beamed.
The time for talk was finally past. He was finally going to get what had eluded him for decades. Greedily, he plunged his spoon deep into the bowl and scooped out a massive amount of Trix. He quickly shoveled it into his mouth, the rush of emotions quickly overwhelming him.
But then he began to chew.
Oh no.
Oh no, he thought. This wasn't the taste of that delectable concoction of fruit and grain. More than that, the texture was all wrong. He shot a glance at the box and nearly choked. There was no tasty fruit-shaped pieces. Instead there was only the disgusting rotund form of pure sugar. There was only despair.
Swallowing this abomination was difficult, it felt like razor blades sliding down his delicate throat. His fingers slipped from the bowl as he began to tumble to the floor.
Why, General Mills? Why? After 51 years of harassment, emotional torment, and abuse...why have you forsaken me?
Sadness covers me like a blanket. Tuck me in. Let me die.
FANDOM: ...Trix
CHARACTERS: Trix Rabbit
PROMPT: "In January 2007, Trix Cereal company General Mills returned Trix cereal to their original shape."
RATING: LMFAO
★★★★
He could still remember their unrelenting discrimination, the racist youth intentionally lashing into him with their taunts. He wanted nothing more than to partake in that scrumptious looking breakfast cereal but they turned him away time and time again simply for looking different. Then they would laugh maniacally, taking the utmost delight in his pain and suffering.
But today was different. Today those little bastards weren't going to stop him. Today was his day.
With the painful taunts still ringing in his ears and past failures still replaying themselves in his brain, he tiptoed silently into the kitchen and opened the cabinet. The rusted hinges squealed noisily threatening to deny him what was rightfully his. The rabbit froze in his tracks. This was bullshit. Was he about to be cockblocked again? By a fucking cabinet?
He thought he heard a rustle coming from the next room. In a panic, he fumbled the box of his beloved Trix. The box tumbled to the kitchen counter with a clatter. The rabbit froze, listening for any more signs of life. When there was none, he relaxed with a sigh and picked up the box. He found a bowl by looking through another cabinet and a spoon by looking through a nearby drawer. He quickly set the bowl down on the kitchen table and grabbed a carton of milk from the refrigerator. He poured the cereal as quietly as he could followed by the milk.
His mouth was watering. He could almost taste the delicious cereal already, like an orgasm of fruity goodness unleashing itself on his taste buds LMFOMSL OH MY GOD WHY AM I STILL WRITING.
"Oranges, lemons, and grapes I see; the fruity taste of Trix is all for me!" he beamed.
The time for talk was finally past. He was finally going to get what had eluded him for decades. Greedily, he plunged his spoon deep into the bowl and scooped out a massive amount of Trix. He quickly shoveled it into his mouth, the rush of emotions quickly overwhelming him.
But then he began to chew.
Oh no.
Oh no, he thought. This wasn't the taste of that delectable concoction of fruit and grain. More than that, the texture was all wrong. He shot a glance at the box and nearly choked. There was no tasty fruit-shaped pieces. Instead there was only the disgusting rotund form of pure sugar. There was only despair.
Swallowing this abomination was difficult, it felt like razor blades sliding down his delicate throat. His fingers slipped from the bowl as he began to tumble to the floor.
Why, General Mills? Why? After 51 years of harassment, emotional torment, and abuse...why have you forsaken me?
Sadness covers me like a blanket. Tuck me in. Let me die.