An: My friend wrote this as a joke, but I posted it anyways. XD. This is what happens when three girls stay up till 2 am for a sleepover/otaku partay.
It was a dark, cold night when snow was falling.
A cloaked figure trudged through the streets, leaving behind…
Prints. A lady quickly ran up to him, yelling his name. "Mister Potato!? The hood fell off, revealing the brown root vegetable. He gaspeth in horror. "Miss Sweet Potato? I-I thought you were taken by the carrots.. how are you alive?" she gestured for him to come in with her purple root. "I escaped with another prisoner. Her name is Onion. We unfortunately had to leave behind Brock Lee.. The Knife got him." As the fire started to warm the veggies' frozen bodies up, Sweet Potato started to tell Potato the daring tale. "It was hard, escaping. The horror of baby carrots! And we barely made it out of the cutting board alive.." She shivered, if it was possible. Because veggies cannot shiver. "Onion! Come here!"
A white vegetable came up to him, her white skin peeling with dirt on the corners. She looked shaken, but it was hard to tell, for vegetables have no faces or expressions. "Yes, Miss SP?.." Onion spoke lightly, but a putrid smell began to come from her.
Potato scrunched his potatoey skin. "What is that smell? Its shriveling my roots, making me cry." Onion turned to him. "I'm very sorry, this is just how I am… but we can't cry. What do you mean? We are vegetables."
A sudden knock sounded from the cardboard door, and orange blurs shifted outside the window. A single green shape was among them. "Open up! It's the Carrot Patrol!"
"Oh, no!" They gasped in fear. Potato shouted,"We haven't done anything wrong! You have no right to brea-"
Suddenly, the door burst into splinters. A bushy, green figure stepped through the remains. "Hello, Onion."
TO BE CONTINUED
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