Dat bagel got moves like jagger!
Dat bagel got moves like jagger!
By MoistStoryWriter
It was the early hours of the morning around two or maybe even four o'clock, but you don't know you only just woke up after all, and so your mind begins its descent back into reality to allow you to focus on your surroundings, you swing your head rapidly to speed up the process, uh thats better you can see without your eyes wanting to hide from the morning light seeping through your blinds in your shitty apartment building for ponies who most likely will never get a profitable job, you survey the humble abode noticing nothing new,
“Shitty as usual” you mutter with disappointment
Sliding to sit upright against the wall, because you don't own a fancy bed with a headboard oh no all you had was an uncomfortable mattress on the ground against the back wall of your apartment, with your elevated view you catch sight of a bagel sitting on the small writing desk you have to the left of the toilet door which is adjacent from your bead, hunger grips your stomach urging you to get up and devour it. Reluctant you shift your back against the wall and seemingly roll to your feet now standing at the end of your bed, your eyes fixed on eating the baked oval of absolute lusciousness, two steps away and your mind transfixed on its beauty
your stomach calls for it, she must have it NOW!. You reach out with your left hoof
“Yes its all mine!” you exclaim in a heroic manner
“Don't even dare touch that bagel!” what? a voice in your place of existence how can that be, why would it be, this is your sanctum!, so not only did this voices owner walk into your shitty apartment they mean to stop you from eating YOUR bagel the one YOU own!
“I must protest owner of this voice, NEIN i shall eat this bagel as It is mine mwahahaha”
“Do you even know what NEIN means?”
“Um..yes of course anyway who the fuck are you?”
the voice’s comment pryd your attention away from the bagel, and with its enticing grip gone you could focus more on the intruder of your house, You turn around to face your bed.
“What the fuck you're me?”
“Most indeed i am”
“Dude how does that work?”
“A bit confuzzled are you?”
“Nah shit, i'm talking to myself and not in my head but with a full body apparition of myself, so am i like high or sompin?”
“Well technically speaking no but yes?”, “well i'm just as confused as you bro”
“Ok then um well uh..skip the fact that i'm talking to myself, Why aren't i allowed to eat my bagel?”
“You mean ours”
“Please just please don't get technical or i'll have to kill myself uh i mean you””just answer my question!”
“Fine, you can't eat that bagel because its poisoned”
“Oh well that would explain the whole don't eat that bagel thing”
“Quite so..”
Awkward silence bestowed itself on the room.
“Syc!” your doubble ran at you knocking you to the ground forcing you to hit you head on the desk and rendering you unconscious.
“Mine now beeyatch!
