Okay, so this was inspired by my friend who told me to write a story based off of her story, I knew nothing about it except it had something to do with The Onceler and his father. This is a parody. I don't particularly like OncelerxFather, but if you do, then good for you! :D
I'm sorry and enjoy.
There were two thins I noticed about my father, the first was that he was my father . . . The second was that he was so kawaii desu! 3
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"Man I have got to stop reading those twilight books!" said the Oncler, as he rose out of bed and started to wake up from the most wonderfulest dream in the world. As he got out of bed, he began to do his morning exercises that he learned from those miscellaneous animes (you know the kinds where they actually do morning stretches to start the day and such!). After his morning stretches he went to go and take a shower, as he made his way into the bathroom he turned on the water and his shower radio, which was playing pocket full of sunshine.
"AHH!" cried the Onceler " this is my favorite song desu!" and he started to twirl around naked in his shower while belting out the lyrics. When the song finished the Onceler heard clapping coming from the opening of the door. The Onceler got startled by this and turned down his radio to make sure he heard if it was real, as he peaked through the shower curtain he saw his father leaning against the door, clapping his hands in a slow manor and with a smirk spread across his face. This made the Onceler's kokoro go doki doki, and he turned a bright shade of red.
"Some mighty fine singing you were doing there son."
"Oh . . . Um . . . Thanks" the Oncler stared at his dad wondering if he would ever leave, for goodness sake he was gonna waste all the hot water before he left.
"Well don't mind me son, please continue what you were doing
"But you're right here, go away first then I will."
"Why are you so embarrassed of singing in front of me?" asked his dad, as he made his way across the bathroom to where the shower stood.
"You have the voice of an angel." The Onceler turned an even brighter shade of red.
"Well too bad, because I was just about to get out, so I suggest you leave before I get out."
"But I've already seen all your little fixings and things, there's no need for me to leave."
"LOOK!" yelled the Onceler, "can you just leave the bathroom please?". His father then looked startled.
"Fine" replied his dad as he put his hands in front of him and backing out of the bathroom slowly.
"Ugh" moaned Onceler, his father could be such a pain, but he couldn't help but love him more and more as each day passed. The way he made you feel was just sugoi and he couldn't do anything about it.
. . .
After the Oncler put on his usual outfit, striped pants, a fedora, and vest shirt type thing, he made his way down the stairs and smelled the orgasmic smell of pancakes. When he finally made it to the kitchen, he was a strange figure standing in front of the stove. As he made his way over to the strange person, "it" turned around and added another pancake to the towering stack. This mysterious person was dressed in what seemed to be a 1950's flapper girl dress with silver sparkled everywhere, there was also a blonde wig with pink swirls adorning it's head. He could see that there were obvious breasts on this person, but one was completely lopsided and was near her stomach.
"Oncie!" yelled this strange woman, which sounded an awful lot like his dad. The woman put down the towering pancakes and took the Onceler into a smothering hug full of lopsided boob.
"Um, dad?" inquired Onceler, the figure started smiling and shaking her head up and down in a quick manor.
"Yup! You like?" said his father in an ecstatic voice and did a nice little super model pose. Onceler didn't really know what to do with this kind of situation so he just decided to stare off and think of himself of what the fuck was going on
'My father is dressed like a whore, but this is somewhat enticing . . .' When he returned back from his stupor, his father was just staring at him and chewing away at a pancake.
"Watcha thinkin' about desu~?" asked his father.
"N-Nothing I was just about to excuse myself, I'm not feeling too well"
"Oh you poor thing," said the dad as he ran to where his son was sitting and put his palm to his forehead.
"Are you sick? You don't feel hot." This touch made his heart race father than it ever had before.
Doki. Doki.
"I just feel a bit nauseous, I think I'm gonna go to my room.
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"Well . . . Okay then . . ." and with that Onceler raced up to his bedroom and landed face first into his mattress. He had never been in this kind of situation with his father, and he wasn't really sure what was going to happen next.