NEMO-Buttrice

  Pesci, Prosciutto, and Risotto were in the car. Risotto was driving while the two sat in the back. “Pesci, has everything been okay with you?” the blond asked. “There’s something different about you.” Pesci wasn’t sure why, but he remembered everything. He wasn’t sure why the others couldn’t. Did Merlin cast some sort of spell? Whatever happened, Pesci needed answers, and he believed Formaggio held the answers. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he answered. “Why’d you want to come?” he continued questioning. “I thought you’d be too scared to visit the hospital.” “I want answers.” “I want answers, too,” Risotto commented. He facepalmed a few seconds later. “I can’t believe he got himself into this situation.” Prosciutto laid back in his seat and sighed. “Why didn’t he fight back? Damn it, who’s going to pay for his hospital bill?” “I will,” Pesci answers. “Yeah, right.” He was about to rest. “Fuck you! I can kill someone.” Prosciutto was wide awa...

  Prosciutto sat upon his bed. A spoon filled with warm soup entered his mouth. It was vegetable soup. He despised it as a child, but he swallowed it anyway. Shrek whipped his mouth with a napkin, gazing lovingly into his eye. The ogre kissed his soft lips, but the blond pulled away. “If it makes you feel any better, Illuso killed the evil queen,” Shrek tried to comfort him. Prosciutto sat silently, looking down at his scarred hands. When he was tortured, that bitch removed not only his eyes but four of his fingernails. His nails were healing slowly. He stared at Shrek, unsure of what to feel. While it was nice that he cared enough to care for him, Prosciutto was also filled with fury because this was all his fault. He laid back down, covering himself with the blanket. Pesci entered his room, causing Prosciutto to smile. The other smiled back. Unexpectedly, Shrek tried to kiss the blond, but he moved away from it. “Hey, Shrek,” the green-haired man sai...

  Pesci looked outside the car window, trying to contain his fart. Melone looked at him and felt uncomfortable. “Pesci…” Melone said. “Do you have to fart?” Ghiaccio facepalmed. Prosciutto sighed. Risotto said nothing. Instead, he focused on the road. “I’m serious,” the lilac-haired man said. “Formaggio should’ve never given you that cup of coffee.” “You know that Pesci’s tummy gets upset when he has coffee,” Prosciutto said. “Why didn’t you say or do something before?” “Well…” Melone tried to think of an excuse, but he couldn’t. He sat in silence. They all did. Pfft! Pesci’s ass softly spoke, breaking the silence in the car. “For fuck sakes!” Ghiaccio yelled out. Pesci’s face reddened in embarrassment as he watched Melone roll down the window. Why did he have to sit between Melone and Ghiaccio? The two of them frightened him so much. Melone was too creepy for him. Ghiaccio yells a lot. Sorbet and Gelato would’ve treated him nicely. ...