AN- Well hello, my darlings! Long time, no...read? I'm really sorry about that. If it helps, I wrote this to alleviate some writer's block issues I'm having with my other story. I know where I want to go with it, I'm just having some trouble getting myself to write it. But anyways, I asked Aliza (Pen name- Probably-A-Stalker) to give me a prompt. Here were the terms:
Fandom: Left 4 Dead 2
Characters: Ellis, Rochelle
Inspiration Word: Toppings
For the record, the entire story is dialogue.
"Mmmm."
"Oh my gosh, this is so good."
"I know!"
"Man, my buddy Keith sure woulda loved this."
"Could you please not bring up Keith while we're doing this, sweetie?"
"Fine."
"…"
"…"
"…so. I'm glad we invested in the whipped cream."
"I agree. It was a nice investment. Just don't let Coach catch a wiff of your breath, or we'll be dead."
"Dude, Rochelle. Coach would EAT US."
"True that. What do you think Nick would do?"
"…Hmm. Wait until Coach had our insides on our outsides, and then kill him and steal all of our chocolate."
"Something tells me we should avoid Coach tonight."
"That would be a lot easier if you weren't making me share a room with him."
"…Sorry."
"I mean, seriously. That guys snores like nobody's business. I remember this one time, me and my buddy Keith was sleepin' over at Paul's house. And MAN, Paul snored so loud, it felt like a earthquake was goin' on, right in that room. So Keith decided after a couple of hours that he didn't wanna hear it anymore. So he picked up some of our leftover chips from off of the floor and stuffed them into Paul's mouth. And you know what? It worked! Well, at least until Paul chewed and swallowed them all…"
"…Ellis, I really have to wonder. Were you dropped on your head as a baby? Or you know, thrown at a wall or anything?"
"Oh, naw. But there was this one time, me and my buddy Keith were-"
"Oh, look! What's that?"
"-what? I don't see nothing. Whoa, where'd you go?"
"…"
"Rochelle? Aw, she went to get us some more ice cream. Cool chick."