In which Peter discovers Froot Loops.
Crack. No plot whatsoever.
THIS is for JOLLY, because she's been bugging me about being bored and being sick of my Hunger Games fanfic.
"Uncle Peter?"
Peter Bishop was oblivious to his almost-niece Ella's voice.
In fact, he was oblivious to just about everything.
Except the bowl of cereal in front of him.
"Mm." Peter moaned, in a tasty heaven.
"Peter?" Olivia shook Peter's shoulder, and then realized what Peter was putting in his mouth.
"Aunt Liv, Uncle Peter won't do anything else but sit there." Ella whimpered. "It's scary."
Olivia's niece had recently celebrated her tenth birthday, and Walter had shown Peter the magic of Froot Loops a day later.
Now, Peter was obsessed with them, and wouldn't eat anything else besides the little fruity loops of deliciousness.
As he lifted up the cereal-laden spoon to his mouth, Olivia had an idea. She whacked the spoon out of his hand. It scattered across the floor, and Peter suddenly snapped out of it.
"What the he-Olivia?" Peter's eyes refocused.
"Welcome back." Olivia said sarcastically. "You've been obsessing over Walter's damn Froot Loops for the past fifteen minutes. And you've had exactly six bites."
Peter smiled. "Sorry. It's like a wonderful world inside of each fruity vortex of awesomeness." he said.
Olivia rolled her eyes. "Are they really that good?" she asked.
Peter nodded enthusiastically. "Try a bite!" he said, handing her a spoon.
Olivia hesitated, then stuck her spoon into the bowl and reluctantly withdrew some Froot Loops. She put the spoon in her mouth, chewed twice, and swallowed.
Then she put her spoon back in the bowl.
"YUM. Now I know what I've been missing."
She and Peter went comatose again, with the occasional moan or lift of the spoon.
Ella screamed and fled in search of Astrid or her mother.
It had been an hour since Olivia had discovered Froot Loops, and there were Walter, Astrid, and even her mother with bowls of their own cereal.
"Why is this so good to them?" Ella asked herself, pacing. "It's just Froot Loops, I've had them a million times."
Then she leaned over with a spoon and took a bite of her mother's Froot Loops.
"HOLY SHIZNUGGET." Ella exclaimed, then rushed to pour herself a bowl. "It's the kind with marshmallows!"
Gene sighed. "Again?" she asked herself. "Walter got the marshmallow kind, and now EVERYONE is obsessed with these Froot Loops. I'm scared for my life."
Then she proceeded to lick up the Froot Loops that had earlier scattered across the floor.
And mooed in delight.
"These. Are. Good."