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despairohhi · 2 years ago

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Dumping Juice Aisle and Juicy Box lore cause I'm that insane with a movie I should be done with, but somehow not

Its eating me alive, that and add more of my ideas since this is the sin hole of what this is about.

Okay, so I felt like discussing about is the Juice Box's lore. Because yes. I'll be talking about the aisle, but will literally extract all stereotypes because why movie, why Seth Rogen, and why edgy 2016 humour. Also why standard adult animation.

So to start off, let’s talk about the Juice Aisle. They all range from small juice boxes to large cartons on the shelf, they are mostly the most tame aisle. That in belief, they see their gods as potential found family to give them better comfort. Most of them wanting sensual and platonic desire, to be in complete harmony from a rather touched starve and sexually starved environment. At least how most of them felt, being absolutely keen to comfort.

They are most to be kind, reasonable, and try to make more assertive approaches while still following guidelines of the Great Beyond, in order to meet their potential home.

Juicy ( our grape juice box ) is like many others of his kind. Though, he’s often very passive and a little anxious compared to others. Out of many, this is due to not having as many interactions between his kind, and he was given that much attention after being put on the shelf.

This could be done to total purity, that Juicy wasn’t rough edged and certainly lacked desired skills to defend himself and others. You could say this man’s purity makes him incapable to adjust to vulgar language, notably swears.

But he was never completely alone. He eventually resonated with another juice box who he refers as his sister. An apple juice box named Cherry would begin talking to him once the other juice boxes were taken off the shelf. Cherry was a more outgoing and very direct person, certainly quite upbeat and take assertive actions when necessary.

She was awfully charismatic, and showed kindness to all those times Juicy needed someone to talk to. Waiting for a god to finally choose him. They were sorta like direct opposites, but her presence was all the more welcome.

One night, when eventually all the dark lords ( just the Shopwell Staff ) and no other gods in sight. The two eventually broke a guideline to wander during nightfall and explore what they could in different places, not just the aisles for their curiosity.

It felt wrong to do this, but Cherry insist they won’t get caught as long they were careful. And weren’t too too far away. While he doubts it, her assurances were always promised. Cherry was incredible in her own way, and had never made Juicy’s life this better in a while. He eventually hoped he could be in the great beyond with her, whenever that time comes.

but again, he even liked wandering through the aisles at night. It was nice change of scenery. But of course, everything wasn’t going to be the same. A god had chosen Cherry, after the long night they had with the possibility of leaving Shopwell one day. Since that sale sticker went up on their shelf.

he vividly remembered her last words to him, wishing him the happiness he deserved and told him he was more strong than he believes. To never give up his life.

his kind had celebrated all their chosen ones that day, and wished them the best lives they may ever have. But Juicy could only feel sadness, losing the only closest thing to family he had ever gotten. Wishing things could be different, but with an optimistic thought, he’ll get there and see how much better things will get.

well, they certainly weren’t better than imagined. The nearly empty cardboard box Juicy rested on was flown to the very end of the shelf, as new cartons of Juice boxes were set in the front, blocking all the light into the back of the very dark shelves.

He tried to encourage himself to interact with all these new faces, but they had little interests him in. Funny enough, it seemed the entire aisle had forgotten about him again when he was stuck in the dark. Collecting dust and counted the days he witnessed. From all the card broad boxes being nearly empty, telling himself to hop on, but couldn’t, and then when they were empty, they get refilled to the front again without checking behind to see Juicy.

That’s when he believed he had truly been neglected, just…there. Being something. He wanted to hear Cherry’s voice, he wanted her to talk to him, he really wanted her to stay but now she couldn’t come back. His days becoming more lonely. He just can’t seem to bring himself up, could he?

He continued to sneak out at night, walk around, going a little farther out and tied to clear his mind. But something deep always occupying him. But it wasn’t like they noticed.

Before the day of Red, White and Blue day. Juicy was still on the dusted, empty card broad box he was staying on. Becoming so normalized to stay here for days. Eventually a hand reached onto the shelf, extending further to grab Juicy.

He couldn’t believe it! A god had chosen him, which meant one thing…he was going to see the Great Beyond. Cherry! The only name to pop into his head, now becoming a possibility to finally see Cherry again with a new luck of hope spreading over him.

He was prepared to leave the place, and couldn’t help but admired this god had chosen him. A god that wanted him. It was surreal. Awaiting to feel the small comforts he had desperately needed for so long, it felt too long since he’s been stuck here. He felt at ease for the first time in months!

oh what a cruel twist of fate he thought was a gift.

He expected to head out to those big golden doors, but instead his god took him to a much more darken, somber place that reeked of unpleasant environments and smell. He had noticed the uniform, maybe it was a different exit? When he felt the straw got detached, which had been bothering him quite some time. He believed the god would discard it as a noticeable discomfort, an unnecessary straw that meant no person.

What Juicy was never informed was that this straw was more twisted than it appears. In a second, he felt pain on top of his head, the straw had jabbed onto his head. His stomach dropped and made him froze, the fear of his mind becoming more panicked. The next thing he didn’t process was the pressuring force going through the straw. That the god was drinking out of him!

His mind scarred and wandering with thoughts, believing the gods were generous and caring. But this one was about to drain him to death! Until they spit out, gagging out the juice they drank out of him. Seeing pure disgust being displayed as they spit out the most hurtful words to hear yet.

He was expired. That he should’ve been put on clearance or take to the trash in months back. This same being that nearly killed him, had never made him feel so little and discouraged. It’s like no one wanted him, no one left to receive the love and kindness he needed to make the rest of his life worth something.

He was wrong, and his kind were wrong about everything to the outside world. Last thing remembering to being dropped, and felt something horribly scratch the lower part of his body.

Honestly, I might build up more and talk about an Juiche AU. Kind of their own journey if Juicy’s life was spared, and Douche having other things in mind. Of course extracting and adding SO many better elements.

honestly I feel like I’m picking out a background mlp pony character to literally make shit up, that only served very little purpose or short amount of screen time. I didn’t mind the Juice box’s design, it’s pretty solid even though we’re left with…yeah, that scene. For as long as I could remember, This is feeling a little more original than what the source material wishes it could innovate to be ( not really, it feels separate out of the source material since no human being is after them and only end up killing a bunch of foods under unwanted circumstances.)

But none that I’m looking at this. Best to shave these other thoughts for another day, I built up some good concepts and headcanons I have in mind. So enjoy whatever I just felt like writing.

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