the limit | ✔

introduction + warning

⚠WARNING⚠

THE FOLLOWING STORY MAKES NO SENSE, WILL LEAVE YOU CONFUSED, AND CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING:

• POORLY THOUGHT OUT STORYLINE

• BAD WORDS (probably)

• ROMANCE CLICHES

• PROBABLY SOME OTHER CLICHES AS WELL

• RANDOMNESS RAWR LOL X3 THAT'LL PROBABLY MAKE YOU CRINGE (I'm sorry)

• POOR ATTEMPTS AT "COMEDY" (Still sorry)

• PLOT HOLES

• ADULT/MATURE "R-RATED" CONTENT (E.G. KISSING AND CUDDLING)

• WHY HAS GOD ABANDONED US

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. FROM THIS POINT FORWARD, THE AUTHOR IS NOT RESPONSIBLE OR LIABLE FOR INJURY OR DEATH RESULTING FROM A BRAIN ANEURISM CAUSED BY READING THE FOLLOWING STORY. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

⚠END OF WARNING⚠

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          His vision was blurred and slowly sharpening at he stared at the fluffy white clouds painted against the sky blue sky that moved slowly to the east. Or maybe west... North? He wasn't good with directions.
          His brain was swimming in his skull, and a sharp pain coursed through the back of his apple shaped head. The ground was hard beneath him with only short blades of grass acting as a cushion between him wearing expensive brand name clothes and the dirty dirt of the earth. The world was spinning, mostly because the Earth was spinning on its axis but also because he was dizzy, so it was basically spinning faster and doing a 360 in twenty-four seconds as opposed to twenty-four hours.
          He didn't expect the tree branch he was sitting on to snap and cause him to fall fifteen feet to the ground, but he really should have known better than to climb a tree that was hollowed out by termites.
          As he laid there, time seemed to go by a lot faster. He felt like a few lifetimes passed him by as the clouds continued to float in whatever direction they were floating in. He was perplexed by which direction they were going in. He figured that if his head ever quit swimming and he ever got up off the grass, he would invest more time in studying maps just to appease his curiosity and hunger for learning.
          After a while, an unpleasant sight invaded his field of vision. Upon the sight, he felt the urgent need to run, but he didn't because he couldn't. He couldn't tell if he was paralyzed or too lazy to move. He groaned as the light-brown eyed bearded creep leaned over him and smirked. "Jackson," the creep said in his annoying creep voice. "You ain't gonna get nothing done laying on your back in the dirt."
          Michael rolled his eyes and growled, "Leave me alone, Nelson."
          Prince smirked and said, "Why don't you make me, biiiiiiiiiiitch?"
          And at that moment, Michael Joseph Jackson, born August 29, 1958 to Katherine and Joseph Jackson in Gary, Indiana knew of the pain and misery that waited for him.

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Author's Note: This story is a product of boredness, a desire to write, and carelessness. I just wanted to write something without any expectations for it to be good or about anything in particular, and I didn't want to be tied down by a set-in-stone plot. I wanted to create something that I could just add whatever I want whenever I feel like doing it without it having to make sense. I want creativity to flow. This story is a good outlet for bad or mediocre creativity and ideas that float through my head that I want to get out of it. It's a good way for me to have fun while writing without feeling any pressure to make it good. I just wanna be an idiot for moment so I can focus more attention on more serious projects I have in mind. This story might also make me feel better because I can just let all of my feelings out on here through the characters. I also wanted to relieve the stress and anger I feel on the daily. It's an excellent way for me to express my feelings without blowing up at anyone and ruining whatever relationships I may have left (I don't have any left, oops #nofriendssquad). It's great. Sure, I could write in my Prichael Oneshots book, buuuuuut I wanted to make another book for pure idiocy. And also people have expectations for Internet-Powered Electric Toaster, and I don't want to disappoint those readers with the BS I plan to put in this book. I apologize in advance if you hate it. Also, there's not enough Prichael fanfictions in this world, so I urge all of you to encourage your fellow Prichael shippers to write Prichael fanfiction. It doesn't matter if it's good or bad. Who cares at this point, amirite? I just wanna get a good giggle. Thank you to anyone who reads this garbage, I appreciate ya. ❤