A Baking Romance
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Thread Topic: A Baking Romance
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Waffle had been perched in the comforts of the frizzling frying pan, embracing its warmth as its edges were tenderly hazed; it reclined, allowing its chocolate and banana insides to be manipulated. In Waffle’s mind, this was sheer paradise. -
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Pancake woke with a groan. It was cold… then it realized it was in the fridge, next to the rotting tuna.. how disgusting. It pushed open the door and flopped out onto the floor.
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Suddenly, Waffle was engulfed in a large shadow; startled, it began to shiver. The pan’s warm grasp had died down; trembling, it was abruptly scooped up by a large tan blob with five tentacles. Actually, it was around half the size of Waffle, but it paid that no heed.
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Pancake rolled across the floor and began to climb up the oven, to the stovetop, to see waffle.
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Bump
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Waffle viciously fought the strapping blob, its floof flopping over the lengths of it as it struggled to get a griphold of Waffle; it desperately wanted to be free from this grasp.
Taking a leaping lunge of faith, it found itself skydiving in midair from the blob to a drastic change in gravity. -
Pancake looked up into time just to see a waffle flying towards him. “Aaaaaaa!” He yelled.
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Warfle barreled into a soft bundle of a mixture of warmth and floof, toppling over it repeatedly in the process.
“Holy- fu- m-“ It shouted in the process, muffled. -
“What the hell!” Yelled pancake, jumping up.
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Waffle landed headfirst on the ground, its floof flopped over the ground as it struggled to find somewhere for it to grip for reassurance it didn't slip. Overhead, barely audible was the faint wailing of the giant blob, sounding very disappointed. Or, that’s what Waffle indicated; of course, it didn’t speak “bkekkkjlurjshgwipqoosndbgdgue”.
It glimpsed at Pancake with its nonexistent eyes. “Where’s my warmth?” It spoke, referring to the frying pan. -
Pancake opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. All of the sudden, big stick with tentacles pushed pancake into a dustpan, and he was flying headfirst out the window.
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Waffle screeched a very unholy screech, before tumbling after Pancake; how rude, it didn't even get his name!
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Pancake landed on the soft grass. He had barely caught his breath, when that waffle came flying at him, and slammed into his fluffy body. "Skkssm", he said
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“I dont speak snake,” Waffle retorted, before slapping Pancake with its floof. “Its rude to leave conversation without giving me your name. And, on another note, I was just made, and I already know more manners than you ever will.”
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