Axel woke up to the smell of pancake batter, powdered sugar and chocolate syrup. He rushed downstairs to see Charlie, his mom's 2o-year-old girlfriend making breakfast. "Happy birthday, dude!" She said, placing a plate of three pancakes with powdered sugar, whipped cream, and chocolate syrup in front of him. His favorite breakfast in the entire world. Instead of eating it like a normal human being, he faceplanted his very face into the whipped cream. As he was doing his childish act, Night walked in with her daughter, Foxia, and she giggled. Axel looked up and made a face. "Happy birthday, my Goofball!" She said, and kissed him, not caring about the whipped cream on his face. Axel turned over to his fiancee, smiling. "Please give my daughter." And Night had handed him the hyperactive toddler, and he smiled. The moment he lifted up his fork, Night looked stern. "Boy if you-" but she was cut off by Axel feeding Foxia his breakfast, giving the tot back to her, and running away while laughing.
"HAVE FUN DEALING WITH A TODDLER ON A SUGAR HIGH!" He screamed
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FanfictionWhy did I make this book have the genre of humor when I go into lot of deep subjects in these stories?? I was a fucked up kid or I just thought at the time that this book was just gonna be for funny little stories featuring stupid white fox man
