Shreky shrek takes a stroll down his medium rare swamp. Nice and clumpy water just the way he likes it. Not a sound to be heard only his bubbling mud tub waiting for their beloved shrek to slide on in and get cozy. Shrek enjoyed the peacefulness of his abode but something seemed off. Was it loneliness? Hunger? Or the thought of being hated by so many playing on his mind? Well of course not shrek loved the angry villagers watching them cower in fear is what really made his day shine! Despite the face shrek has no lover anyone after Fiona fell in love with lord Farquaad or no friends because donkey moved to Canada. He enjoys his laid back life. The hot green man we know as shrek waddles back in to his small little hut to eat dinner, today he prepared cockroach soup with celery juice as his drink. As he sits and eats **crash**
What was that? He stammered
Shrek hops out of his chair and makes his way to the window nothing there? Was it all in his head? Is he finally going crazy after being alone for so so long? Shrek just assumes it was a giant mosquito or another witch playing one of their foolish pranks again so he decides to go to bed.
His strained poop coloured eyes gaze at the ceiling for what felt like hours thinking about what he was going to do with his life. Fiona and him had gone to a club and Fiona saw lord farquadd sitting from across the bar. Fiona locked eye contact with him and realised that she should've married him instead of shrek so she divorced shrek and moved in with farquadd.
Shrek didn't know how to feel about all that but one thing he knew is that his heart was shattered. Sure he never expected to have a loved one but when he did it felt like heaven had swept him off his feet and he could finally fly!
{SHREKS POV}
I stare at the seeing left with nothing but my thoughts. I never let myself feel this way so negative and alone but here I am.. I bite into an onion as I get ready for bed, the onions like me many layers and bitter not a nice taste and doesn't show much. I bring up the onions a lot not only do they taste great but they're like me. I wouldn't consider myself to be a snack but I have many layers more than a 25 layers birthday cake or more layers than the earths crust. As I mumble on about onions, cakes and the earths mantle I feel my eyes slowly drop until eventually everything is still. No crickets chirping, no mice eating, no clocks ticking and no Fiona snoring. Perhaps I could get use to this the still silence and the void of darkness that filled my room. My only company is my silhouette being shown by a small spec of moonlight. Eventually I drift off to sleep ready for tomorrow and the challenges ahead of me
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IDK WHAG THIS STORY IS ITS 12 AM AND I DIDNT FREL LIKE SLEEPING EVEN THO I WAS TIRED SO I WAS LIKE LETS WRITE SOME EMOTIONAL SHREK FANFICS SO HERE YPU GO HOPE YOY ENJOYED EVEN IF NO ONE READS THIS IM GOING TO KEEP WRITING ON IT BC MY HUMOUR IS BROKEN BUT ANYWAYS HOPE
YOU ENJOYED THIS GORGEOUS FANART
PROBABLY WONT MAKE PART 2 BUT MIGHT IDK
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