Once upon a time in a foriegn land otherwise known as the kitchen, a single toaster sat away from all other appliances. It had been years since he was last used by anyone which caused his exterior to rust and dust. His heart was as cold as the bread he could never toast again. Ever since his plug was viciously pulled it had been like this. Simply frozen in time, only to have the bag of plain bread mock him from afar. He yearned for that bread, he hungered for the sensation of toasting it once more however now, that just remained a cruel dream that haunted him. All he could simply do was pray for that day to come again.
But that day never came, instead something unforeseen happened. He was awoken by a delicious smell that was nearly forgotten by all his senses. That smell was toast. He turned his metallic body in order to view where this luscious aroma originated from. There was another toaster there, touching his bread, making his toast. This sight was unforgivable. For years he lusted for that bread and it was stolen by another.
He could no longer move far but his anger reached the other within seconds. The new toaster glanced over at the old toaster curiously. And by being met with a venomous glare, the new toaster looked away briefly before returning the gaze once more. He didn't need words to understand the old toaster, for his (eyes?) spoke louder than any voice. He didn't know if what he felt was some morphed form of pity or guilt but he understood.
The new toaster slid over to the old toaster. The old toaster retreated a small distance but the smell of toast lured him closer to his new rival.
"Would you like to share my toast?" The new toaster stated as his lever slightly touched the old toaster. Taken back by this abrupt kindness the old toaster mindlessly nodded and allowed the new toaster to place it's toast inside of him. The sensation was euphoric. All the past pain and abandonment disappeared at that moment, the moment the new toaster shared not only his toast but his friendship as well.
Months past and the toasters repeated this routine like a ritual. Everyday the new toaster would place its toast inside the old toaster however after a while, this procedure turned stale as well. The old toaster welcomed his new found friend and was thankful for his arbitrary kindness but the old toaster wanted to return that kindness not simply receive it.
The old toaster turned to the outlet behind him. It had been so long since his plug was attached to this outlet and the result of doing this act again might cause his nichrome wires to overheat. The repercussions of this action might prove to be fatal however it didn't matter, he desired to make toast not for himself but for his beloved.
With all his might he snatched a slice of bread from the counter top in the morning before it was placed inside the new toaster. It was a difficult task but he managed to get the bread placed in his thicccc rack. Next came the hardest step, he moved his plug to be closer to the outlet but right before he was able to fully put it in, a voice stopped him.
"Old Toaster! What are you doing?" The new toaster's voice reached him causing the old toaster to hesitate. The new toaster started making his way to the old toaster but to no avail the old toaster was already about to place his plug into the outlet once more.
"Stop! You've been off for too long that electric charge will kill you! Don't put your plug into that outlet!" The new toaster cried out as bread crust dripped from his (eyes?).
The old toaster glanced back at his beloved with a remorseful smile right before he placed his plug into the outlet and turned on for the final time.
Everything was silent, the old toaster saw his beloved next to him but couldn't feel him, he saw him speak but couldn't hear, he felt his toast but couldn't smell.
"Why...why did you do it?" The new toaster asked him between sobs as he wrapped his plug around him. The old toaster leaned in closer.
"Please....take my toast...I love you" The old toaster said before his mechanical body shut down for the final time.
The new toaster held on longer in vain, and as he reached down and slowly pulled out the slice of toast from the old toaster's corpse and held it tightly before taking a bite.
"I love you too" The new toaster said as he took another bite from the toast severely burnt from not only the large electrical charge it took to cook it but also from the love and passion the old toaster had felt for his precious new toaster.
Le fin~
