[HIATUS] Sausage Party [Twisted Wonderland x Reader]

103: Respect the Drip, Karen

A/N: Sorry this chapter is a little meh, I tried not to exceed 2.5k words (and I failed I got to nearly 2.9K words and that was me taking out a lot of crap after editing 😭) because every time I do, you guys don't seem to like them as much? I think? I can only assume anyway based on the numbers 💀 So I'm going to try and stick with shorter chapters so it's easier for readers :)

Why am I telling you this? SO THAT YOU CAN FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER.COM, INSTAGRAM. COM, AND THREADS. COM @/ Caboose_Ca-

Jk, I gotta build up that parasocial relationship so that you guys like me enough to keep reading my crap, but not too much that you think it's okay to dm me "bitch" randomly thinking that's an okay way to start a conversation with someone you don't know 💀

Hm, maybe this chapter exceeded 2.5k words because I never shut the fuck up...

Anyway! I hope you enjoy this chapter regardless!

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You had left Grim with Deuce before you met with Crewel, poor Deuce was still half asleep when you dropped off the kitty since he had woken up earlier than he usually does for school. When Juice asked when you'd be back, you replied that you honestly didn't know when, but you'd call him and let him know as soon as you did (as long as you knew he wouldn't be in the middle of class). With that reassurance, he was able to drag himself back to his room to continue snoozing.

"Crewel," You had started casually as you two were walking through the fanciest fucking store you've ever seen (even fancier than the Soup Store), "I've been wondering... Today is Monday..."

"Yes, that is correct."

"Don't you got work today, bruh? Actually, don't you have class right now?"

"I already called off for today, so you needn't worry." Crewel smirked almost sadistically, "It was rather amusing to watch Headmaster Crowley fumble since I refused to call back on."

"Good. He deserves it."

"Indeed, he did."

You and the teacher spent some time browsing different dresses in the store that gave you major Disney Princess vibes. You felt as though if you tried them on, you'd have to sing the Fight Song like 2013 Wattpad [Y/n] would.

You scrunch your nose slightly at the yellow dress Crewel held up, "Hey, Crewel. We've been at this for an hour by now. Don't you think it's time we check out the suits?"

"Ah, I see," He puts the dress neatly back where he got it, "Yes, there's a place I know that I am quite loyal to for suits. I have no doubt that they'll be able to do your justice as well. But first..."

"Yeah?"

"I'm hungry," He puts his hand on your upper back and leads you out the store, "Let's get breakfast, shall we?"

"Tuh."

"What do you mean "tuh?""

"Tuh."

You felt a little guilty since you're already used to making breakfast for your friends so it feels weird having a fancy breakfast without them. You try to ignore it though, since it's not... technically your job to feed them. There's free breakfast in the cafeteria and if they really want to, they can make food themselves.

...

You think it's the trauma.

You ordered yourself some eggs, hash browns, pancakes, and toast. And for some extra energy, Crewel suggested some yogurt and a smoothie as well. He got nearly the same thing, but instead of pancakes, the fucker got himself some crepes.