Butter: A Fictional Narrative

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Option A Ever since you were little, you've despised butter. The very thought of the greasy yellow substance makes you want to throw up. “Would you like some butter?!” screams the white-haired hag. “No thanks, I don't like it” you respond. All of a sudden her eyes go wide and she begins screaming at the top of her lungs. As sudden as it starts, it stops. Paula Deen retreats to a corner of her disarrayed dungeon, sits down and rocks back and forth.You decide to walk towards her, even though every inch of your body tells you not to. Once you are standing in front of her, she whips out a giant fork. You instantly realize it was all an act. Paula jumps up and headbutts you in the stomach, you collapse and crumple into a ball on …show more content…

She beats you with the fork and shoves butter into your mouth. “Do you like it now?” she asks menacingly. You must defend yourself from her, so you weakly reach towards her kitchen. The nearest object happens to be a whisk. You blindly charge towards Paula, whisking the air around you until you finally hit her. You try to pull back your weapon back to strike her again, but it seems to be stuck in her white bushy hair. While she is trying to pull it out, you search for an escape. There's a door! Yes a door! You have no clue as to what might be inside, but you'll do anything to get away from the butter-crazed maniac. Do you.. D: decide it's not worth the risk and distract her with butter E: decide anything is better that Paula, reach for the door and get …show more content…

The room is pitch-black and you trip on something. You fumble around until you find a string. You tug on it and the light turns on. Paula is banging on the door trying to get in, you can hear her saying something. She says, “You better not ruin anything! I worked hours to make it!” You turn around and find yourself face to face with someone, it appears to be a woman; behind her there are more. You quickly realize that they are replicas of the Spice Girls made out of butter. You back away from them. This is the combination of the two things you hate the most, butter and 90’s pop music. Paula cries out, “For the love of God please don't touch Baby Spice! It took me a year to make her!” Paula is still trying to get in; you have an idea. You say, “If you let me walk out of here with no butter you can have Baby Spice back unharmed.” “Okay just please don't do anything to her!” she responds. You suck up your hatred for butter and pick up Baby Spice. You slowly open the door, Paula is standing a couple feet away waiting patiently. You walk towards the door you had originally come in through. As soon as you reach it you run out, dropping Baby spice during the process. You quickly close the door behind you and put the lock you had broken earlier back on. No wonder she was trapped in their in the first place, the world has had enough of Paula

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