AN: A oneshot about Alan finding a mysterious sandwich. Italic: Alan's thoughts Regular: Everything elseIt's quiet. Too quiet. I wonder what the neighbor's kid is planning now.
Alan's thoughts were snapped, when someone rang the door bell.
I hope it's the kid with the flea circus. I'd like to throw it at that stupid dog.
He walked over to the door, and opened it.
No one was there.
On the ground there was a sandwich.
Alan shrugged. A sandwich is a sandwich.
He picked up the sandwich, and walked inside.
He put the sandwich down on the table, and went to get something to drink.
When he turned around, the sandwich was gone.
What just happened?
He turned in a circle, and it was back.
Hmmm….
He turned around six times and the sandwich was there.
So he took a bite and spit it out.
"Mayonnaise." he shuddered before throwing the sandwich out.
Note to self: Do not eat mysterious sandwiches.
And with that, Alan fell asleep on the couch.
THE END.
AN: I know it sucks. I WAS BORED! … And I wanted a sandwich. D:
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Well..
Bye.
