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Untitled Cinnamoroll Universe fic
1 reviewAfter an unfortunate accident, Berry must find a cure for Cherry and bring it back to his lab.
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Berry was working very hard at his lab on his new invention, the Un-Cinnamoroll-inator. This contraption could turn Cinnamoroll into a color reversed, soul empty version of Cinnamoroll called Cin. It could only work on Cinnamoroll so Berry was rearranging the wires and codes so it could work perfectly on Cinnamoroll. Cherry stealthy snuck up behind him in pitch black clothing and yelled, “Boo! Mwahahaha!!”. This caused Berry to jump out of his chair, heavily bump into his supply shelf, which then caused a bag clip to bounce off and first aim the zapper to Cherry and secondly press the zap button.
Cherry was now glowing like a disco ball and was experiencing a very strange acid trip. Berry went to get a yummy little treat from the kitchen, sure that if he left her alone the effects would go away. When he returned, Cherry was passed out on the floor with a giant bag of cosmic brownies near her. He checked the ingredients to make sure she hadn’t consumed something dangerous. All the ingredients were the same as normal, and not even the slightest bit of fentanyl or ketamine was in those.
Berry frolicked happily to Cafe Cinnamon to find a cure, but they were out of ingredients and all the employees (including Cinnamoroll and Milk) were out with the most disastrous, horrifying, throat and voice stealing, evil, devious flu type of all, the infamous IDon’tGiveAFuckAboutWork. This illness was the most serious in town and people would either die, cut off social contact, or get very prone to fainting when it reached day 10, or in some cases day 5.
Symptoms of IDon’tGiveAFuckAboutWork include no voice, sore throat, constant ringing in your ear, a major cold, high temperature, dehydration, fatigue, coughing fits, difficulty breathing, dizziness, confusion, chest pain, muscle cramps, and some creatures have vomiting or diarrhea too. Everyone has to abbreviate the name to IDGAFAW. At Cinnamoroll house, the least sickest, Milk, would take care of everyone.
Cherry was now glowing like a disco ball and was experiencing a very strange acid trip. Berry went to get a yummy little treat from the kitchen, sure that if he left her alone the effects would go away. When he returned, Cherry was passed out on the floor with a giant bag of cosmic brownies near her. He checked the ingredients to make sure she hadn’t consumed something dangerous. All the ingredients were the same as normal, and not even the slightest bit of fentanyl or ketamine was in those.
Berry frolicked happily to Cafe Cinnamon to find a cure, but they were out of ingredients and all the employees (including Cinnamoroll and Milk) were out with the most disastrous, horrifying, throat and voice stealing, evil, devious flu type of all, the infamous IDon’tGiveAFuckAboutWork. This illness was the most serious in town and people would either die, cut off social contact, or get very prone to fainting when it reached day 10, or in some cases day 5.
Symptoms of IDon’tGiveAFuckAboutWork include no voice, sore throat, constant ringing in your ear, a major cold, high temperature, dehydration, fatigue, coughing fits, difficulty breathing, dizziness, confusion, chest pain, muscle cramps, and some creatures have vomiting or diarrhea too. Everyone has to abbreviate the name to IDGAFAW. At Cinnamoroll house, the least sickest, Milk, would take care of everyone.
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