It was a bright sunny day and Flame was in her car, driving to the nearest Walmart to grab nearly everything on the candy shelves. Since she was too tall to fit through the doors, she teleported in a burst of blue flames and reappeared inside. The people around the entrance scattered away hurriedly upon seeing the large gem although one person, slowly gaining the courage to go up to her with a skeptic look on her face, managed to stutter out a sentence.
"H-hi." She looked up. "I didn't expect you to be so tall." Really Not that suprising, to be honest, thought Flame. She herself happened to be 8 feet tall and a hulking wall of blue muscle.
"OH, it's fine. Did you want an autograph or..?" She trailed off. Flame brought out a pen just in case. The fan shakily nodded and brought out a small photo of Flame balancing on her cane with only her prosthetic leg while doing the can can.. She chuckled, thinking back to last year, when the video was published. She took the photo, signed her signature on it and gave it back to the teenager. She ran off, holding the photo to her chest and grinning like an idiot. She seemed to have a spring in her step. Flame was still looking in the direction she went in.
Well then, she mused. Let's find my fat ass some candy.
She made her way to the candy isle and spread her arms out, scooping most, if not all packets, be it large, tiny, skinny or fat into her arms that all added up to an ungodly amount of carbs. Before that, she looked to see if there were any employees nearby. Fortunately, There were none. She made a beeline to the cashier who looked up to her in brief, yet terribly concealed fright. Flame herself wore a somewhat forced smile as she could smell his fear and didn't want him to be too frightened. However her eye read, Can you please scan it in? I'm hungry. That's an understatement. I'd kill for a burger. Or two. Or fries. Curly fries.
"So.." He started somewhat timidly. "You having a party?" Truthfully, she was not. She was going to be dirty bulking. The entire day. Non stop. Who cared she ended up chubby (that being an understatement)? Who cared if she didn't need sustenance? She didn't go on any missions.
"Oh yeah," She lied casually. "A huge one." She was still bearing her forced smile. She knew it was a long time to get everything into different bags. She brought out headphones and her phone from her seemingly endless shock of curly blue hair. Eventually the cashier had finished scanning everything and she took the bags and teleported to her Car. She stuffed the bags of food into the passenger seat. In the middle of the drive she thought back to the teenager and searched her mind for her youtube name. She mentally noted it down for a shout out video later on.
She stole quick glances at the pile of bags next to her and decided to park her car some time later. There she shoved handful upon handful of candy into her mouth, wrapper and all, not caring about the mess on her lap. This lasted for the entire day.
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