Wow it's been like a month since I've last updated. Sorry! I got the lazys. It happens from time to time. Anyway this chapter is based on Asha Childly. Guys, remember that I'll take any addiction you have no matter how weird. Craziness aside, if you're addicted to like drugs or cutting yourself or anything super harmful then I suggest that you get help, because there are groups out there that would be more then willing to help you.
Morgead first found her in the closet stuffing her face, yet again, with a bag of mini Butterfingers. When he tried to grab away the yellow bag from Jez whipped out a stapler and stapled him to the wall.
"No one lays a finger on my butterfingers!" she growled in warning. (It's from the commercial ) That was before he found the carefully hidden Dove wrappers and brown smears on the bed. (which he had to convince Jez were not doo doo stains) Today Morgead was about to sweep her up when he saw her walking down the hallway. But the way Jez scurried through the hall and kept looking over her shoulder every now and then gave it away. She's up to something, Morgead's instincts told him. He hid behind the corner and watched as she did a quick glance around before walking into their room and quickly locking the door behind her. Morgead tip toed to the door and pulled out a lime green bobby pin out of his hair. Cautiously, he inserted the hair piece into the hole and wiggled it around until he hear the lock click. He pushed the handle and was prepared to destroy any piece of chocolate that dared tried to threaten his Jez with obesity or diabetes. But when he jumped into the room there was nothing wrong with the sight. He checked the closet, underneath the bed, and the bathroom. And then he noticed a silver Kiss wrapper stuck in the windowpane. Morgead opened the window and sniffed at the air. His super nose picked up the smell of the plants in the witches' garden, the artificial scent of Ash's perfume, and chocolate. She's here!
He turned his head to the left and saw the glint of a Twix wrapper. It and a pile of other empty plastics were inside of a…nest…on top of a… tree? A sycamore tree? A maple tree? A- okay whatever.
The obviously man-made nest was molded of nothing but bare chocolate bags and caramel. And inside the abnormal nest sat his soulmate, as perfect as always except for the streaks of melted KitKats in her hair and chunks of Milky Way stuffed in her cheeks. She turned around and saw him staring. From the front Jez looked like a cute red-headed chocolate obsessed chipmunk trying to protect her collects. And this chipmunk was scared. Jez screamed. Jez spewed out the chocolate. Then, Jez fell down and broke her crown. And the chocolate brown went tumbling after.
