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So a few months back I came across this website called Plot Generator.

Back then I was encountering quite a lot of writer’s block and ya know, I wanted to get ✨inspired✨ n shit.

I thought that this website would be more like, idk, writing prompts, dialogue prompts, scenario ideas but oh no no no it wasn’t.

All you gotta do is just input a few things and it writes the stuff for you??

Today I remembered about this site and was like “Fuck it, let’s see what it comes up with”.

And so I present to you: The most cursed piece of fanfiction you will ever see. (I apologize for this in advance)

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Two Sinister Uncles Walking to the Beat

A Short Story by Vee

Y/N L/N looked at the crumpled knife in her hands and felt puzzled.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her urban surroundings. She had always hated modern Musutafu with its yucky, yarbelicious Yuuei High School. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel puzzled.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Keigo Takami. Keigo was a gracious flirtatious with handsome arms and brown hair.

Y/N gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an admirable, intelligent, coffee drinker with short arms and fragile hair. Her friends saw her as an ill, immense impatient. Once, she had even rescued a tame kitten from a burning building.

But not even an admirable person who had once rescued a tame kitten from a burning building, was prepared for what Keigo had in store today.

The sun shone like fighting puppies, making Y/N unstable.

As Y/N stepped outside and Keigo came closer, she could see the barbecued glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want love," Keigo bellowed, in a grateful tone. He slammed his fist against Y/N's chest, with the force of 6417 cats. "I frigging love you, Y/N L/N."

Y/N looked back, even more unstable and still fingering the crumpled knife. "Keigo, flip you, you piece of trash," she replied.

They looked at each other with irritable feelings, like two bad, brainy birds shouting at a very forgetful sport's festival, which had orchestral music playing in the background and two sinister uncles walking to the beat.

Y/N regarded Keigo's handsome arms and brown hair. She held out her hand. "Let's not fight," she whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Keigo.

"Please?" begged Y/N with puppy dog eyes.

Keigo looked afraid, his body blushing like a nice, narrow newspaper.

Then Keigo came inside for a nice cup of coffee.

THE END

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Now THIS is why you should never let bots write ya damn stories for you, kids.

And yes, this applies to writing essays too.

he left htis guy for a bee

a bee -- More bee movie au, I really liked drawing the second panel djhfgdkjfg -- Do not repost.

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