Just your borderline fan fiction of two fast food restaurants being shipped together, especially the unlikely (I guess?) Hahaha, weird right?! Starbucks and Wendy's, please don't sue me or diss me like you're RiceGum or something. Also, RiceGum, ple...
"Goddamnit, just when I have to fucking shit, Jimmy clogs up the damn toilet again?! Ugh, what the actual fuck...what the hell does that man even eat that makes these toilets clog every single time?! Fuck him, he's fired!" Wendy rambled to herself. She proceeded to march into the front of her restaurant and there sat a cashier, legs propped up against the vacant chair next to him, and reading the new issue of teenVogue. Wendy rolled her eyes and snarled at the sight.
"JIMMY GET YOUR BITCHASS UP AND OUT OF THIS GODDAMN RESTAURANT BEFORE I SHOVE MY RIGHT TOE UP YOUR NOSE!" Wendy screamed. Yes, the whole restaurant heard her but nobody cared because they were too enthralled in their food to even pay attention. Did Jimmy ever get out of the chair and leave the restaurent? Oh, hell yes he did. No one wanted Wendy's toe up their nose...especially her right toe because she would do that, and her toes smell like literal asscrack.
"Jesus fucking Christ, this bitch really had the nerve to just left his teenVogue magazine on the counter." Wendy mumbled to herself as she picked up the magazine filled with mini games and pictures of teenage models.
"Why does everyone I hire have to be such a pedophile?" Wendy asked herself and proceeded to the restroom with the magazine being tightly clutched in her hands. She flung the door open with her legs and flushed the magazine down the toilet. What. A. Mistake. Had she not realized seconds before hand that the toilet was the one that was clogged up by poor Jimmy, she wouldn't have regretted her life. The toilet starting spurting water everywhere and soon enough, water leaked out of the whole stall.
Wendy hurriedly searched for something, anything to unclog this shit toilet, so, she ran her pale ass to the janitorial closet and fished out a crusty lookin' plunger.
She stuck the plunger down the hole and began pulling up and down like her life depended on it.
"Just—gotta—Hmph!—put it down the—hole." Wendy said as it lowkey sounded like she was getting raped. Anyways, the plunger broke because of how much pressure Wendy used to unclog the toilet, making it snap in half. And that kids, is why you don't do drugs kids 'cause then you become Wendy. No one wants to become Wendy.
"Fuck this shit. Fuck my life." Wendy said to herself out-loud. However, as she said that, she heard a knock on the stall door.
"I can fuck life for you. Wait—shit, that came out the wrong way. I meant...I can fuck you..." A familiar voice echoed through out the restroom. A really sad, sad voice that just screamed 'I'm a lonely virgin that jacks off to kids cooking shows.' I mean, Wendy wasn't completely wrong.
The voice just made Wendy feel sad for the familiar sounding stranger behind the stall door. Like yeah, the pick-up line (if that's even what you want it to be) was surely atrocious but this—this was just depressing. NO ONE would even want to fuck someone inside a Wendy's restroom, but there was one person who had some balls to do it. That is just so so sad.
'And I jizz in my pants...' a song played and Wendy couldn't help but notice that, that was Ronald McDonald's ringtone. B-But it couldn't be him, correct?
" 'Sup homie," Wendy couldn't help but cringe at those first few words. "Mhm, mhm, 'kay bye hoe." And as the stranger ended the call, Wendy realized that it was indeed, Ronald McDonald.
Wendy was so disgusted. Not only did he rape her, but he had the nerve to step foot in this restaurant after that traumatic experience, and ask to have sex in a nasty ass restroom? How low do your standards have to be to be born into this sad soul?
"FUCK OFF YOU LITTLE PIECE OF RED CURLY SHIT!" Wendy shouted as she kicked open the stall door, only to reveal a smirking Ronald McDonald.
"Oh, fancy meeting you here Wendy. In the men's restroom." Ronald pointed out as he had his arms overlapping each other, pressed against his chest. He looked so satisfied but also creepy.
"S-Shut the fuck up you curly fry headass." Wendy shot back. To say the least, she was a bit intimidated by Ronald at the moment (even if he looked like he crawled out of a Happy Meals ass.)
"Fiesty. I like fiesty, but you're really fiesty, and that's what makes me crave you even more." Ronald said seductively with a stupid grin on his face."
That's it. Wendy had enough of this nuisance and his nonsensical behaviour. He was acting like a sex-driven maniac and asked to have sex with Wendy in a public bathroom. You must be on some next level shit to even have that happen. Even if Ronald didn't mean it, he still asked and that's what matters.
She breathed in some of the air. She could practically taste the Clorox Bleach trying to mask the hideous odors of the shit in the toilets, but failing to do so. Perfect. Smells just like Wendy's.
She was ready to throw hands and she knew that this time, or anytime, that her hands would not be caught.
"You and your stupid bitchass better leave my goddamn restaurant. I was just peacefully trying to unclog this toilet but your ugly face and sad voice just urge me to drive this broken ass plunger down your throat. Let me put this in a way for you to understand. I chopped off your dick when you raped me, correct? So if you dare lay your hands on me again," Wendy began as she pulled out a handy-dandy pocket knife, "I will not hesitate to scalp a bitch's faux red locks." Wendy said with a maniacal grin yet with a calm voice.
"THIS AINT IT SIS, DROP THE KNIFE. NOT THE WEAVE. NOT THE GODDAMN WEAVE." Ronald said as he dramatically raised up his arms to meet his head full of red hair.
"Good. Now get the fuck outta my restaurant!" Wendy screamed as she retracted the knife to its hiding spot on her body.
"Hold up. Lemme spill some tea shishter,"
"Starbucks is missing."
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^^ taehyung is such a mood😩
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^^also why does Kermit have to be such daddy material (lmao) 😫😤🤤
Guess who updated? This bitch, that's who! I wrote 1000+ words for you lovelies. Hopefully this chapter wasn't too bad, it was really random. However, the next chapter will be where the real twist starts so stay tuned until then! Also since I'm back to updating, I will establish a proper schedule that I feel comfortable with but that's only until I sort out everything at the moment. Sorry for any grammatical errors, didn't proof read this chapter but then again, I never proof read shit. As always, thanks for reading and have a fantastic day!!!❤️💖 —RMS (RichMoneySwag)
