Jaune Arc in Soup
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Chapter 1
15 year-old Jaune Arc was currently panicking. See he was planning to cook up dinner for his parents so they don't have to go out and eat. He decided to start with a cake. He put everything that makes a cake good; chocolate, milk, eggs, sugar, vanilla, baking soda, coconut extract, and cinnamon. All things needed to make a cake, however someone replaced the cinnamon with fire dust. So when he put the cake in the oven, the oven blew up and splattered cake batter everywhere. And I mean EVERYWHERE. Needless to say he was screwed when his parents came home, and his sisters weren't going to help him. They didn't want to get caught up in his problems. So he got his scroll and called many of his friends to help him out. Unfortunately, they either didn't answer, were busy, or flat out said no. So he called the only person who could help him, his childhood friend: Flynt Coal.
Jaune called waiting for Flynt to answer as he was getting the cleaning supplies. No answer. Jaune sighed, 'whelp there goes that.'
Suddenly his scroll ringed, and he answered.
"Hello" He asked.
"Hey what's up?" The voice on the other line was that of his childhood friend. Jaune let out a breath of relief.
"I need your help. Can you come here?" He asked, more like begged his friend. However, Flynt's response was frustrating.
"I can't, I'm buying clothes." The fedora wearing boy said. As the scene briefly cuts to him in a store.
Cuts back to Jaune. "Alright, Well hurry up and get over here." Jaune said as he started to Mop up the batter.
Back to Flynt. "I can't find them." Said Flynt, as he was looking around trying to find what he was looking for.
Back to Jaune. "What do you mean, 'you can't find them?'" Said Jaune, confused by what his friend meant. While he was trying to wipe the counters clean but with little success.
Back to Flynt. "I can't find them, there's only soup." He said as he had a can of soup in his hand.
Back to Jaune. "What do you mean 'there's only soup'?" The blonde asked as he was now really confused. He was dumping the batter into a trash bag.
Flynt. "It means there's only soup" The young said as the screen zoomed out to show him in the soup aisle.
The screen then goes back to Jaune, who figured out that Flynt was in the soup aisle. "Well then get out of the soup aisle!" He yelled, believing Flynt was wasting his time in the wrong aisle. He had a gasmask on as he was pouring bleach on the tile floor.
"Alright you don't have to shout at me!" Flynt said. Taking his scroll from his ear. He huffed in frustration as he was going to the next aisle only to find more soup.
"There's more soup." He said as he put his scroll back to his ear.
Back to Jaune. "What do you mean 'there's more soup'?" Jaune asked as he was scooping up the batter with a shovel he got from somewhere.
"There's just more soup!" Flynt said from the other line. Jaune pinched his nose, mouthing 'what'. Honestly, sometimes he's friends retards, not that he'll say that to their faces.
"Go into the next aisle!" The blonde yelled, thinking his friend is being stupid. He waited for his friend to respond while he was getting the trash bags ready.
"There's still soup." Flynt responded as he checked the next aisle.
Jaune looked at his scroll in confusion. How the hell are there more than one soup aisle?
"Where are you right now?!" He asked in a loud tone while still cleaning the mess.
"I'm at soup!" Flynt yelled.
"What do you mean 'I'm at soup'?!" Jaune asked confused and has a feeling Flynt's answer was going to be stupid.
"I mean I'm at soup!" Flynt said as he pointed to some sign for some reason.
"What store are you in?!" Jaune asked, finally losing his temper.
"I'm at the soup store!" Flynt yelled in response.
"Why are you buying clothes at the soup store?!" Jaune Yelled into his scroll. All patience in his voice gone.
"Fuck you!" Flynt yelled into his scroll and hanged up.
Jaune was fuming, there goes his only chance. Suddenly he felt a chill go up his spine as he slowly turned around to see his parents looking at him, and they were not happy. Especially his mother.
"Jaune Miles Arc." She said, her voice having an edge to it. "Care to explain why the kitchen is destroyed?" She asked. Jaune knew at this very moment he was in trouble and had no way to get out of this. He eventually found himself saying one thing.
"Fuck."
Cut to black.
The End.