Title:           Breakfast 11 - Brown Sugar Cinnamon Pop-tarts
Author:          BreakfastAnon
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/W4Rf8S8K
First Edit:      Sunday 21st of December 2014 02:37:10 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Sunday 21st of December 2014 02:52:56 PM CDT

>You're greatly disturbed by what you now call "The Waffle Incident", but you soldier on.
>But your moth-mate has made a full recovery.
>You get trauma and she's perfectly fine.
>Because that's fair.
>You look at the pop-tart in your hand.
>It'd totally agree with you.
>If it could talk.
>Or think.
>Whatever.
>Point is, you're finishing up your Brown Sugar Cinnamon Pop-tarts and are sliding the milk to your moth-mate.
>No more solid foods for breakfast.
>... Though, you couldn't find very many in the market.
>Most were sold out before you got to them.
>But that doesn't matter. You'll just have to check for different breakfast foods later.
>Constantly.
>Every day until you die.
>Or, until the situation is resolved.
>Either way, you don't even have a week's supply of breakfast left.
>You have quite a lot of juice, though.
>Unfortunately, juice isn't breakfast.
>It's lunch.
>And dinner.
>And... juice.
>A refreshed sigh startles you.
>It came from your moth-mate. She looks content after finishing the milk.
>Her eyes meet yours.
>...
>The two of you sit in an awkward sile-
>"Anon."
>... Your body starts constricting.
>Looking into her eyes seems to be killing you.
>OH WAIT SHE LOOKS PISSED OFF.
>THATS A STARE.
>IT'S BEEN A WHILE.
>And now you're dying inside.
>Goodness, your vision is blurry.
>"Anon!"
>The force of her shout shoves you out of your chair.
>Now you're just a mess on the floor.
>There are no open doors.
>No one is walking the dinosaur.
>Eyes stare down at you.
>"Stop staring at me. It's annoying."
>With that, she leaves the room.
>You get a good glimpse of her skirt, though.
>It's frilly.
>Like, really frilly.
>It's frills have frills.
>You wonder how someone so terrifying could dress like that.
>That stupid Waffle Incident lost a lot of room in your relationship.
>...
>Relationship? Like, friends.
>Being friends is more difficult now.
>That is what you mean.
>The rest of the day is spent really hoping that's what you meant.