NEMO-Buttrice

  Illuso peered into Sorbet’s and Gelato’s bathroom mirror, mouth agape. What in the absolute fuck? Curious, he wanted to know what the ogre would do with the shit in a cup, and so he followed him while in the mirror world. His heavy footsteps made it easy to tell where the ogre went. Viewing him from a car’s mirror, Illuso watched as the ogre drank the cup and burped, causing the brunet to vomit and cry. “I know you’re watching me, Illuso,” the ogre said. “Chanson de l’Oignon, take Illuso out of his mirror world!” The ogre summoned his stand. It looked like an onion with eyes, two arms, and two feet, and it somehow managed to get Illuso out of the mirror world. “H-how? Impossible!” The brunet trembled. “You’re coming with me.” “No!” He turned around to run away, but he tripped. “ Stay away from me! ” The ogre got close to him and hit him in the head, knocking him out. Illuso woke up on a soft, silky bed. He examined the l...

  “Hmm,” Puss in Boots commented. “That sounds like something that happened to me a few years ago, but I thought that only happened to animals. I can’t remember what he said. Bah! This is why I don’t trust wizards.” He took a sip of his glass of milk. The brunet man with six pigtails sighed. “You never knew the name of the original body owner, if that’s what you call it. His name is Illuso.” He took a sip from the tankard and sighed. “You managed to get back in your body. How did you do it?” “Merlin realized the mistake and returned to us. Of course, something still went wrong, but everything is all fixed.” “But that was all fixed shortly, correct?” “Yeah, but I’m not sure why Merlin hasn’t done anything about your problem yet.” Formaggio chugged the last of his ale and then wiped his mouth. “It’s getting late. I should head home. You’re a real friend, Puss.” “Any time,” he said. Formaggio walked back to the castle. The sun was setting. He sig...

  Illuso’s body was wrapped in a warm blanket. He slept like a baby. While he was laying down, he remembered that he was supposed to be in the middle of a fight. Immediately, he sat up and looked around the room. The room was very rustic, and there was nothing odd about the bedroom. But a dirty mirror bothered Illuso. Looking away from it, he looked at the bookshelf that contained fairy tales. Next, he looked out the window. The window had no glass. What a strange house, he thought. Suddenly, the poorly-made door creaked open slowly. An ogre stepped inside, holding a tray with two cups. “W-who are you? Don't move!” Illuso demanded, bringing out his stand. “I'm Shrek. I brought you to my swamp when I found you unconscious near a dead body.” So Illuso won? He felt relieved. “Well, I guess I'll be going,” he said. He got out of bed. “Wait,” he spoke. Illuso waited. “Do you want to hang out?” “Hang out? We just met.” “Well…” He looked at the tray holding the tea. “I mad...