"I'm bored" Sighed Orange. "You've been saying that for the past three hours!" Pear scolded "I'm-" "okay, we get it, you're bored!" Passion snapped. "Hey, look! A guy!" midget apple cried out "hello, Mr. Man-Person! Will you be my friend?" marshmallow asked. "I kill all my friends. So, no. hey are you a talking marshmallow?" "Yes! Hee hee hee!" the man had two antennae-like locks of hair. He was dressed al in black, he had a scar on each eye, his skin was deathly white, and he was wearing steel toed boots. "My name is Johnny. But, you can call me Nny for short." "Hey! Hey, Nny!" orange called out "yes?" "Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey, Nny, hey1 Nny! Nny! I'm over here! Hey! Hey, Nny!" "WHAT?" "Can you do this?" orange started to do that really annoying thing with his tongue. "Stop it!" Nny yelled. Orange didn't. "That's really annoying!" orange stopped, but, started laughing. "Wanna see a trick?" "Not really!" orange burped and laughed. "That's not even a trick!" "Yeah, it is!" "I'LL KILL YOU!" "You're an apple!" "No, I'm not! I'm a person!" "Hey, sorry man," Pear said, trying desperately to calm Johnny. Pear had read the comics. He knew what Johnny would do if he was agitated. "Orange gets a little exited sometimes. I think what he's trying to ask, is why are you here?" "Why am I here? I'm looking for bactine. Some of this blood is mine." "Oh, sure! In the bathroom, behind the mirror." Johnny left, and came back minutes later, wet with bactine. "So, do you live here alone?" "Nah," orange answered "we live here with Daneboe. He's on his honeymoon right now. Daneboe's kinda weird. He smells like broccoli." Orange started to laugh. "Whatever you do, Orange," Pear whispered to him "Don't call him-" but, he was too late. Orange didn't hear him. So, he looked at Nny, and said, "You're wacky lookin'!" Nny's eye began to twitch. "Did you just say wacky! NEVER! EVER! EVER! SPEAK! THAT! WORD! IN! FRONT! OF! ME!" Johnny said in a voice that was rapidly becoming a scream. "Alright, alright!" said Orange "I guess I'll have to sing it then! Wack-ky, wack-ky, wacky, wacky, wack-ky, wack-ky, wack-ky, wacky, wacky wack-ky!" Orange laughed what he didn't know was his last laugh. Something in Johnny's sick mind snapped. He grabbed the kitchen knife. He knew how these videos always ended. And, this time, it was Orange's turn. "HEY, ORANGE!" "What? What is it, Nny?" "KNIFE!" Johnny exclaimed before bringing it down in one swift motion. screams of food rang out throughout the kitchen. Nny reduced the orange that had called him wacky to a pile of pulp, juice, and seeds. Johnny calmed down, and left. "Nice talking with you." He called over his shoulder to the fruit. "NO!" wailed Pear "NOT ORANGE! NOT NOW! NOT LIKE THIS!" "WHY, OH, WHY?" midget apple screamed "I never got to tell him how much I loved him!" Passion moaned. Even Marshmallow was crying. "Let's have a memorial service one week from today." Grandpa lemon suggested before falling asleep. "Yeah. Even THAT little twit deserves to be remembered." Grapefruit agreed. "In the meantime, I'll be flexing if anyone needs me." Grapefruit tried to flex, without really doing so. "Yeah, I guess that'd be cool." Pear agreed "if that were me, reduced to nothing but a pile of seeds, pulp, and juice, Orange would've wanted the same for me. Let's go write our speeches for orange." "Telling him I love him at his funeral is better than not telling him I love him at all, I guess." "Hey, Grandpa Lemon?" asked marshmallow "yes, fluffy?" Grandpa lemon responded "what are YOU going to do at Orange's funeral?" "I'm going to jump through the fiery hoops of freedom. He loved it when I did that." But, before anyone got started, all the food and utensils in the kitchen, and everyone they had ever met started to cry. They wept, they wailed, they sobbed, but, the only one who cried most was Knife. He killed Orange. Orange was gone, and it was his entire fault.
ONE WEEK LATER
The graveyard was filled to the point of overflowing with guests to Orange's funeral. Yet, only his BEST friends were allowed to speak for him.
Pear: Orange was the best, funniest friend who ever existed. He was annoying, but, he was a visionary. He was a leader. And, more importantly, he was my friend. Goodbye Orange. Heaven has a new annoying angel.
Passion: Orange, if I had one more day, I'd tell you I love you. I guess you'll have to hear it in your casket. If you can hear it at all. I bet in the future, we would've gotten married. If I'd only told you sooner. I love you Orange, rest in peace.
Midget apple: Orange, even though we only knew each other for a short time, I could tell how funny and smart and cute you were. And I mean that in the straightest way.
Marshmallow: Orange, I know we met in a torture chamber, but, every day with you was the best day ever. Now, because you're gone, there ARE no more happy days. We took the seeds from your carcass, and we planted them. Your kids and our kids are all going to know all about you. We love you, Orange. Rest in peace, you are forever remembered.
Then, Grandpa Lemon mounted his motorcycle, and screamed out, "THIS ONE'S FOR YOU, ORANGE!" He did the most amazing jump that was so amazing I can't describe it in words. Then, he fell asleep. They lowered Orange's orange juice box casket into the ground, and buried it. And, with that, Orange was gone.
A/N: YES, ORANGE REALLY DIED. SORRY ABOUT KILLING OFF ORANGE, BUT, LIFE SUCKS THAT WAY PEOPLE. ANYWAY R&R PLZ!