I woke up.
It was all a dream.
I didn't really have a duck. Pewdiepie was infact still human. I groan as I lift the covers of my pastel pink bed. The sun is just rising and I see flickers of blue and lilac light rise over the hills in Britain somewhere I don't remember where I live now lol I'm Italian.
Hi! My names Marzia and I'm an Internet celebrity. Welcome to my super cool amazing unique white girl word. I like pugs, spoopy stories, tentacle henta- I mean, Italy, and most of all, ducks. And by that I mean poodiepie, aka felix. He's my bffffffflllzzzzlyffffffzzzz omgggzzzzzz lolzor. But we will talk about that later. Come join me on my journey of self discovery, youtubing, pugs, ducks *cough* Italy, ghosts and my upper class privileged life.
I walk into the dining table with a thud as pewdiepie (my boyfriend lol) yells about "barrels" for the 5th time this morning scaring the shit out of me. No literally. I've got to go wash hang on.
Anyways, I come back smelling like a Lynx factory just exploded and sit beside the man I love.
"You look so fabulous today Hun"
"It's not called being fabulous, it's called being GAY!!!!!"
Wait thats not how it goes shit uh just pretend I did that right
I lean closer to his face to wipe of the fruit loop stuck to his chin and see his beard is growing back, except it's not beard hair.
It's... Feathers?
No.
This can't be true.
He promised me it was a lie, and those people on YouTube where just joking around.
But he lied.
I fall backwards in shock and break my legs.
Felix looks at me in shock and yells "Are you oka- QUACK" I stand up and look at him in disgust.
"So it's true. You are as they say" I say as I look at my on fleek eyeliner in the mirror.
"I... don't know what you're talking about?????????fuck"
I take this moment of confusion to lunge at him screaming "FOR PUGA CHANNNNNNNN" and rip of his mask.
I close my eyes as he cowers away knowing his secret is revealed.
I slowly peer at his legs.
Orange.
I raise my eyes to see his waist.
Yellow feathers.
I somehow bring myself to look at his cold dispicable face that pays my rent and brings me fame.
It's a beak and feathery face.
"Quack quack mother fucker I'm back."
