It's a wonderful day, especially for James Marriott. His face is the image of joy as he gallops happily down the road, knowing that today he will be a wonderful human to all those around him. There are many clouds above his round head, but luckily his umbrella, stored neatly under his arm, will work just fine if but a single drop of rain dares to touch is perfect, round head. Thinking about his round head makes him curious- what else is round?
'Moi, JE SUIS ROND," a voice from behind him stops James Marriott in his tracks. However, there appears to be nobody there.
"JE SUIS ROND!" And there it is, a small, spherical object, screaming at him from the pavement. Of course, James's knowledge of the French language allows him to quickly translate;
JE SUIS ROND = I AM ROUND
Crouching down, and placing his umbrella on the floor, James peers closely at the spherical sphere. It's s a purple colour, albeit slightly translucent. A row of neat, straight teeth sit between two plump lips, which are the same colour as the iris's of the sphere's eyes. Red. Despite this, James Marriott is not scared. Instead, he picks up the sphere and places it in the palm of his hand, lifting it until it is level with his eyes.
"Quelle sphère êtes-vous?" James asks, his French as fluent as a rock.
"I speak English, James."
"Ah. And how do you know me?"
"I am but a figment of your imagination, my friend. I am the grape that haunts your mind, and I shall forever haunt your thoughts and feelings-"
"Dude, that's bullying. Physical, mental, all of it. Even cyberbullying. Stop it."
"Why would I stop when I could RULE THE WORLD? YOUR BRAIN IS NOW MINE, DEAREST JAMES!"
"Yeah, no." Without hesitation, James takes a bite of the grape, ripping its head (grapes can have heads now, accept it loser.) clean off. James did not expect the train of guts that came spilling out of the grape. Grimacing, he spat out its head, and flung the two broken piece as hard as he could, straight into the carriage of a train! The doors closed just as the grape hit the ground. As the train began to pull away, James glanced back at the little grape's figure. But it was gone, and out for revenge.
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James Marriott and the grapes and the train
FanfictionA short but sweet story about the friendship between singer/streamer James Marriott and a grape. Ending with a twist, this fan fiction is action-packed and can be read within 5 minutes. And the train? Well, you'll see...
