Season Of The Bitch...Pudding.

Crickets chirped as the night grew still in Strawberry Land. Bitch Pudding was sound asleep in her twin-sized bed, when suddenly, a dark and sinister male voice spoke to her. "Get out..." It whispered roughly. "Get out of the house...GET OUT OF THE HOUS-"

"WHY DON'T YOU GET YOUR TONGUE OUT OF YOUR DADDY'S A**HOLE SO I CAN JAM YOUR MOMMA'S C**K UP THERE YOU J**Z GURGLING PILE OF MONKEY SPUNK...?!" Bitch Pudding shouted sternly as she abruptly woke up, now angry with the invisible figure. "Nothing to say now, huh?"

The voice paused for a brief moment "...There's just...a lot to unpack there." He said, extremely hurt by Bitch Pudding's outburst. "Well wake me up when you figure it out, S**t Stick." She said rudely. Within seconds she was fast asleep, snoring soundly.

*Time skip to next morning*

Bitch Pudding yawned as she walked sluggishly to her refrigerator. After she retrieved her drink she turned around, only to notice that her wooden chairs were now piled high on top of the table. Furious, she threw her drink to the floor. "BLAM!" She shouted as she flung the chairs off the table, and they were now scattered on the tile floor, alongside her yellow flower-filled vase. "Where's your punk a** art project now, F**k Nut?" She questioned teasingly to the voice, flailing her middle fingers around. He was now truly offended. "IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE ART, IT WAS SUPPOSED TO SCARE YO-GOD FORGET IT, I'M LEAVING!"

*Time skip to that night*

Strawberry Shortcake was wrapped tightly under her covers. Little did she know, the unknown man was now there to haunt her. "STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE!" He exclaimed, startling the poor girl. "What?!" She asked, scared and confused. The voice continued. "GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!" He shouted as thunder clapped and a substance that looked to be blood oozed out of Strawberry Shortcake's walls. She screamed in horror, when suddenly Bitch Pudding front flipped through her glass window, showing up to her "rescue."

"Hey F**k Clown? If you're ragging so bad, why don't you take your momma's tampon out of your daddy's a**hole and lick it clean before you shove it up your p***y?" She snootily asked the man. "Hey stop talking about my dad's a**hole!" He said disgusted.

"I'll leave town, okay? Oh FYI," He then spoke to Strawberry Shortcake. "That isn't blood that is strawberry jam, Malady! The insulation is leaking. All I did? Was turn the paint upside down. Live with it!" Finally, the mysterious man left for good.

Strawberry Shortcake then turned to Bitch Pudding, concerned. "Do you think he was right about the insulation? That could be berry expensive!" She said to her. Bitch Pudding glanced back at her, completely unamused. "Hmm, let's see, that depends on WHETHER I GIVE A F**K, S**T TITS!" She then flailed her middle fingers once again for her infamous line. "Dun-dada-daaaaaa! Bitch Pudding! BLAM!" She exclaimed, jumping back out the window and crashing onto the ground below. Strawberry Shortcake then spoke to herself. "I should really move..."

A/N Sorry I've been gone for awhile. 😅 A lot's been going on lately, but I'm back and I plan on writing more.