"Papa, you can't do this to me!" Mercedes screamed as her father was taking away her tots.
She never had this feeling before. She clinched the juicy tater tots left in her pocket, hoping her dad wouldn't find them. She heard them crinkle, and felt the potato ooze in her hand.
Mrs. Jones tried to stop the evil father, explaining that she has a whalesexual friend, but nothing could stop him from taking away the love of Mercedes' life.
"I'm going to call that boy Sam to come over for dinner. We will eat French fries, and nothing else. I will make you two kiss for god's sake! I am not letting you be this tatersexual or whatnot!"
A tear rolled down the left cheek of Mercedes Jones. She wiped it off, and it plumped onto the dull carpet. Mr. Jones tripped over the shotgun that was in front of the door. "Damnit! Why is there a shotgun here? I thought I threw that out months ago!" He kicked the shotgun out of the way and ran downstairs to hide the tots.
Mercedes sat down onto the edge of her bed, and a waterfall started to come out. "You said this wouldn't happen."
Mrs. Jones took a seat right next to her, and assured her that she can't give up. Mercedes shook her head. Every moment since sophomore year she's been told to never give up. She's kept her head held high the entire way, but this was the end of it.
A thump came from the window. The lights turned out, and a candle all of a sudden lifted.
"Who's here?" Mrs. Jones questioned, holding her daughter for safety.
"I am here for help, not to harm," the voice said. Mercedes has heard this voice before, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Was it Rachel? No, it wasn't loud or obnoxious. Was it Kurt? The voice seemed very low, so it couldn't have been Kurt. But who could it be? Someone that must've known Mercedes needed help. Who helps Mercedes often though? How could she be so stupid! She knew exactly who it was.
"Is it you, tot god?"
Mrs. Jones looked at Mercedes as if she was crazy. "Jesus is dead, Mercedes."
She chuckled, and told her mom that this bitch ain't Jesus.
"Tot god, why have you come here now? I thought you weren't coming back."
"I have one thing to say to you, Mercedes," the voice said. Suddenly, her phone started nonstop vibrating.
"That's weird, my phone is crazy right now," Mercedes exclaimed. She opened her messages.
Blaine: Look up Mercedes.
Frightfully, Mercedes tilted her head upward.
"COURAGE!" the voice screamed into her ear. Mrs. Jones ran to turn on the light and there Blaine Warbler was standing- wearing brown colored loafers without socks, bright orange pants with a green belt, a dark blue button up shirt and a turquoise bowtie, all topped off with hot pink sunglasses and a rainbow beret.
"What the fuck are you doing here Blaine?" Mercedes shouted.
"Courage," the old warbler responded.
"Mercedes, who is this?" Mrs. Jones asked.
"His name is-"
"Courage," he interrupted.
Mrs. Jones then said, "Your name is courage?"
"Courage," he responded.
Mercedes rolled her eyes and spoke to him, "Can you say anything else besides courage?"
"When I get bored I send Kurt naked pictures of myself and then we go to his house as he sticks his penis up my asshole."
"Can you just tell me what your doing here Blaine?"
Blaine smiled and said what they expected, "Courage."
Mrs. Jones realized what Blaine wanted. "He wants you to have courage, and never give up," she whispered into her daughter's ear. Blaine nodded. Mercedes said that her love is being taken away, so she can't have courage anymore.
"Love has no boundaries, Mercedes, if you really love tots they will come back for you,"
"Courage," Blaine replied. Suddenly, two wings emerged from his back and he started flying. He waved goodbye, and then flew out of the open window.
"Thanks Mom," Mercedes assured her Mom.
Her Dad came back through the door. "Your tater tots are gone Mercedes, forever."
Mercedes thought about courage, how love will always find it's way back to each other. But anger grew in her; she just wanted to punch her Dad in the face! How dare he insult her? Nothing was going to get better; he was going to stay homophobic towards totsexuals forever. She had to end this hate now.
"No Dad, you didn't. I'm taking away something of yours."
Mercedes picked up the shotgun on the ground, held it in her hands and pointed it at her Dad.
"You don't have to do this, Honey!" Mr. Jones exclaimed.
She pulled the trigger and-
It was out of ammo. Mr. Jones let out a big laugh at her, but she wasn't going to let him win. She looked around for something like ammo anywhere. She turned her body to the left and her a crinkle from her pocket. The tater tots fell onto the floor. She picked them up and put them in the gun.
Mr. Jones just kept laughing at her. "You're going to kill me with tater tots?"
Mercedes placed the tater tots into the ammo bank of the gun. Mr. Jones let out a sigh, thinking that these tater tots couldn't kill him. BAM! BAM! BAM! Mercedes fired three tater tots at her dad, all which landed in his nose and mouth.
Mr. Jones was gasping for air. The tater tots were stuffed in his only air vent systems. He clasped onto his wife's hair, but that didn't help. Mr. Jones fell to the floor; he was dead.
"Bitch dun' mess up my weave," Mrs. Jones said.
Mercedes hugged her Mom. It was just them now, and Mercedes didn't have to worry about hate from her family anymore.
"Well, your Dad and I were going to go on a cruise in a few weeks, but I guess you and maybe a friend can go now," Mrs. Jones explained to Mercedes. "How about that Sam boy? You guys are friends, right?"
Mercedes told her mom she would think about it. In the meantime, she asked her where the tater tots were.
"I don't know. Where did you last see them?"
Mercedes gasped. "Dad hid them!" she exclaimed. "I have to find them!"
"We'll find you more tots!" Mrs. Jones assured Mercedes. "I'll buy more!"
Mercedes shook her head. "The tot god speaks to me through those tots. I have to have at least one!"
Mrs. Jones sighed. "I don't know where they are, though."
"Then we will go on a quest," Mercedes said. "I'm not giving up till I find my tots."
Next Chapter will be posted on: 1/8 (I'm taking a short hiatus.)
Thanks for reading; I've got a very funny storyline coming in about 2 chapters!