Title:           Breakfast 9 - Frosted Mini-Wheats
Author:          BreakfastAnon
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/dJK01TbG
First Edit:      Sunday 21st of December 2014 02:34:07 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Sunday 21st of December 2014 02:52:33 PM CDT

>Ugh.
>It's just... ugh.
>Frosted Mini-Wheats.
>A mix of straight sugar and bland.
>You just finished your half of breakfast and have passed it off to your moth-mate.
>You've eaten many cereals you once thought were good. Now, only half of them remain on you're "Good List".
>If the sugary parts and the bland parts were mixed instead of separate, it'd be fine!
>But no, everything has to be an extremist.
>You stare at the box of cereal.
>It stares back at you, uncaring.
>You pour your disdain into it, but it feels nothing.
>It cares not for your suffering.
>It's a cardboard box.
>...
>A fit of coughing takes you out of your childish trance.
>You look over to the moth next to you.
>She has one hoof on her throat and is coughing wildly.
>Your brain stops functioning.
>Time feels as though it slows around you, but everything else is moving in fast-forward.
>It's happening.
>...
>She's choking on something! Do something!
>DO SOMETHING!
>Just as your body catches up with your brain, she lets out a cough more powerful than the rest then stops.
>She looks down and clears her throat.
>The world is silent.
>She slowly looks up at you.
>You notice she looks exhausted, like she'd just finished running a mile.
>Not walking a mile.
>Not jogging a mile.
>Running a mile.
>"A-Anon?"
>She sounds horrible. Her voice sounds more scratched than a record at a Disk Jockey Extravaganza.
>You wonder if "Disk Jockey Extravaganza" is an actual thing.
>Probably.
>Oh wait, a mare in pain is in front of you.
>DJ can wait.
"Y-yes?"
>"Can we... stop having solid things floating in the milk?"
>Of course. Mini-Wheats are just a bunch of wheat-things compacted together into a barrel-ish shape. They come apart all the time.
"Uh... yeah. Yeah, that's probably a good idea."
>She looks a bit calmer. Relieved, maybe?
>"Thank you, Anon."
>She just thanked you. Maybe you are making progress.
>... Wait, all you have left is solid foods.
>You go pale and the world goes dark around you.