Authors note: Alright, this is the first fic I've ever made in my entire life. Here goes nothing.
Weiss was currently on a boat heading towards Mistral. Why was she on such a course you ask? Well, to put it shortly, she is running away from her father, Mean Mustache Man, and her brother, Wheatley. She was remembering all the times she was always denied basic human rights as a child, like being able to play outside with the kids in her neighborhood or not having a little puppy to cuddle with after a long day of studying.
The one thing she always remembered most though was always being denied a treat the other kids around where she lived called PopTarts. She wondered what they tasted like for all her childhood, wondering if it tasted like ice cream. Or maybe a cake. Or maybe even ice cream cake! But that's besides the point. She can always wonder, but never getting the chance to eat such a delicacy. A small, rectangular shape that came in pairs and wrapped in foil, complete with a box around it, almost like it was ready for Christmas.
She figured, maybe it's for the best she would never get to eat one, as they're only made in Atlas. She might get the chance at 30 to taste such a thing. But lo and behold! She spotted a box with a familiar looking logo on it. She quickly walked over to where she saw such the entrancing box. She picked up the box and on the front it read the words: "PopTarts!"
She couldn't believe her eyes! This finding is more historical then when Man discovered Dust or even when she summoned her first Knight in her old bedroom! This is even bigger than finding the cure for cancer! Eureka!
Weiss kept looking at the box, to see if there is more information to be said about this treasure that she had found. The flavor that was on the box was Birthday Cake. Her long suspensions about PopTarts turned out to be true! She slowly open the box eager to eat one, but wise enough to savor the moment.
She grabbed one out of the box, feeling the wrap in her hands. She can feel the contents of the wrap, and grew more giddy with excitement, for there was not one, for that number is lonely. Not three because three is a crowd. There is two, which make a perfect couple. Weiss quickly opened it to see what they looked like, and dear GOD did it look beautiful!
The outside was covered with frosting that was littered with sprinkles. Weiss couldn't wait anymore. She took a bit of the heavenly treat and...
Her mind had a moment of euphoria for this was the best thing she had ever tasted! She quickly wolfed the rest of the Poptart and felt like a happy child that she rarely ever felt in the old mansion. She ate the other one, albeit more slowly to make it last. When she finished with the treat, she felt her cheeks were wet. She brushed this off as sea water that made it through the vessel. Then her cheeks started getting more wet by the passing second. She had a little sob come out of her mouth and more sobs came after that. She started to breakdown while she started to hug the PopTart box.
Because after a really long time of being mistreated and abused as a child and never having loved many things as a result of it, she finally found something that made her really happy. And she never want it to ever go away.