I laid down on my bed, and embraced the comfort of my home, seemingly lifted of all stressed pressed upon it when the microwave was here. Sure, I'd miss dinner bowls and warm food, but I think my mental health is more important than food.
Actually, food may be more important...
Whoops.
But, as I sat there in my homely room, I saw something, in the corner of my eye. Black and silver. Black and silver... Black and silver!?
Fuck.
It was...
Microwave-Chan. There it was, in all its "glory", in the corner of my room. All my doors and windows had been locked the night before, how'd it renter? Actually, HOW did it enter? You're telling me this asshole can commit identity fraud AND breaking and entering? Damn. Maybe I just threw out the wrong Microwave. Whoopsie.
I got up, and opened my window. I picked up Microwave-Chan, and threw it out. Brutal, Yes, I know, but it had to be done.
I relocated my window, and laid down. As I turned to my side, I gasped in horror.
Microwave-Chan was still in my room.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL-"
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FanfictionWarning: Swearing ~ I'm making this for friends, so hello if y'all are here ✌️ A/N: This has become more semi-horror than shipping, so uh... yeah! 😇 enjoy that besties
