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[freshcupcakewinner]

little story i wrote in class bc i was bored

THE TRILOGY

Patyn and Tonifla little funsies fan fic ft. Kylie Jenster, Angsty Arie, and Father Toenail (TWTS)

(Tonifla’s pov)

It was a cold winters night, and the fire was lit. I gazed upon the girl infront of me, sitting elegantly by the fiery fire. She sighed and took a sip of her hot cocoa, instantly pulling back once she realised it was too hot. I giggled to myself. She’s so clumsy like that, always choking on something or burning herself. She noticed my giggle and glared at me. Her glare was so harmless and goofy. Goofy ahhhh glare fr, I thought to myself.

(Patyn’s pov)

His giggle is so ugly good lord, i thought to myself. My drink was hot and I hurt myself, and i get a giggle and not a “are you okay”. I need to get rid of his ugly ass. 

(Tonifla’s pov)

I have the sudden urge to show my love for this beautiful girl. I want to scream on the roof tops and confess my love for her. I stand up and recite the song that shows my eternal love for her - Mantra by Jennie. I stand on the table and start boogieing down to the rhythm while screaming “This that pretty-girl mantra, this that flaunt you

Just touched down in L.A.

Pretty girls don't do drama, 'less we wanna

It'll be depending on the day.”

I get down from the table and walk over to my love and twerk in her face. 

“YOU LIKE THAT BABY, OH YEAHHH”. My fat ass jiggles and wobbles in her face. I back more into her so she can smell my farts. I let rip and fill her with my love.

(Paytn’s pov)

I suck in the gassy air like its my oxygen. I’m so desperate to be filled with his toxic scent. Suddenly the door swings open and Kylie Jenster walks in. She witnesses the adultery and gasps in shock. Tonifler backs aways from my face and heads towards Kylie Jenster saying “no no bbg, im sorry huzz, i can do the same for you type shit.”

“It’s not the same alpha sigma” Kylier Jenster cries out loud, “You let her inhale your greatest possession”. I giggle in the corner and scream at Kylie Jenster “WOMP WOMP” and start boogieing down to Peggy. I chant the lyrics like it’s the holy bible. 

“I'm in the back of the car with your daddy and hе's twerkin' and poppin' a Perc'

I got him bendin' his bum likе Spice in the back of the van when they stop and search

These men wanna act like a beast, so I put these men in a cage

I made a call, now two days later, my niggas are bustin' all over his face (Bitch)

"Chyna, please have mercy, I ain't gettin' paid till the end of the week"

I don't give a fuck, shut the fuck up, get on your knees and grease my feet”

I use my hand as a microphone and completely absolish them with my mad rapping skills. Kylier Jenster falls against the walls from my overwhelming power and dies. 

Tonifla rushes to her and expells his scent by squatting on her face to try and awaken her, but its useless. Shes gone. 

(Tonifla’s pov)

In honour of Kylier Jenster, a funeral was held the following day. To mourn my beloved. I’m so sorry my love, I didn’t mean to release the air around Paytn. I didn’t realise it was going to cut your long life short. I spoke the eulogy at the funeral.

“Kylie Jenster was an odd individual. She was always burping mid-conversation and biting peoples fingers. But it was her way of showing her love. Oh she had so much to give. So so much. It was too much sometimes. Not gonna lie gang, she was lowkey annoying. ANYWAYS. Shes gone now so i guess move on? I dont know, imma play fortnite after this gang.” I drop the mic and walk back to my seat and manspread. I was so proud of that speech, like good lord I need a job in debating fr. Patyn next to me is squashed because i manspread so far im almost in the splits. Shes gasping for air. 

Angsty Arie (ill think of a stupid ass name soon dw), eyes widened, walks up to the mic post and adjusts her glasses. Shes the priest of the funeral, and she addresses the crowd. “Yall, um okay. Continuing from that speech, I have a special performance for yall.” she smirks and removes her wig and flings it at the crowd. Trumpets erupt suddenly from the crowd and stuns everyone. Angsty Arie pulls off her priesty gown ugly aaahh thing and burns it with a lighter she whipped out of her ass. Disco lights fills the church and Problem by Ariana Grande fills the people (freaky aaahhh song fr). Angsty Arie mounts the blessing table thingie and boogies down to the song, giving a generous performance to the sad loss of Kylie Jenster. 

“Head in the clouds, got no weight on my shoulders

I should be wiser and realize that I've got (I've got)”. 

The song stops and Angsty Arie glares at the crowd. She yells in the mic and recites the rest of the song in her native language, dog. She barks at the crowd - 

“One less problem without ya

I got one less problem without ya

I got one less problem without ya

I got one less, one less problem”

At the end of her riveting performance, she climbs down from her doggy throne and adjusts her ass to face the cheering crowd. She blasts her bum and glitter erupts and everyone parties and celebrates Kylie Jensters death.

(Tonifla’s pov)

It’s been so quiet without Kylie Jenster. It feels like i lost apart of myself that day when she collapsed against the way from the horror of the gassy adultery. I visit her grave at 5:43am to grieve and mourn my ugly girl. I remember the first day we met like it was yesterday. Her ratty, greasy hair was flowy in the wind, blinding her while she stumbled into oncoming traffic. She fell to the road and was about to tbe struck by a long aaahh truck but I heroically saved her stupid life. I jumped in between her and the truck and copped the hit instead of that dumb bitch and ended up in the emergency room for 5 days. I broke 8 bones in my back and tore 5 ligaments. But it was all worth it to save my chopped aaah girl. Tears streamed down my face like diarrhea when i recounter our first memory. Oh, how I miss my gyattless chuzz. 

*A FEW NIGHTS LATER*

(Tonifla’s pov continued)

It was an overcast night, and the stars were covered by the dark, mysterious clouds. The room was dimly lit, with all the lights off apart from a scented candle burning in the corner of the room. Paytn lay helplessly on the silk bed, waiting for me. All the windows and doors were locked, creating a sense of security and intimacy in the hotel room. No one can get in, no one can get out. 

I kissed her neck greedily, and pulled her closer to me. I wanted her to be mine, no, i NEEDED her to be. She was mine, and mine only. I grabbed her hand and pinned it above her head. I slowly sank my attention down.

A soft moan escaped Patyn when our toes interlocked. Our souls were tied as one, our spirits intertwined, as our toes fought for dominance. It was a brutal fight, our skin colliding and scraping in a brutal brawl. Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced my numb foot. Patyn continued enjoying me and didn’t seem to notice, but the ache grew. Agitated, I pushed Patyn off of me, turned on the lights, and inspected my irritation. To my horror, blood seeped from my foot, gushing slowly onto the white silky sheets. “What the f…” I started, then my eyes darted to the abomination of Patyn’s foot. They were claws. Monsters. Beasts. I’m sure Satan had nicer feet than what was presented in front of me. Long, scaly, infected toenails erupted from pale and flaking skin. It was a scene from a nightmare. Blood painted the tips of her claws, but she seemed accustomed to this mess. That bitch was still suggestively smiling at me like she wasn’t just making minced meat from my battered and bruised feet. My disturbing recognition of her devil’s talons was interrupted when she pounced on me, her having control this time. 

“You didn’t think you could escape this, did you baby? We got all night…” she evilly whispered along my ear, sending cold shivers down my spine. What the actual fuck was her feet. I needed to get away, bc like goddamn gurl go visit the pedicures HUN THOSE R SOME SHOCKING CLAWS. I valued my life quite much, and I didn’t want to be shredded alive with those cheese graters. It was sad times like these, where my mind wandered back to Kylie Jenster, and her perfect, suckable feet. She always had pretty, pedicured, perfect toes. Never a toe hair in sight, never a chapped toenail, never a scaly toe skin. They were perfect. Sculpted by the Gods themselves.