#MR. KELLOGG I WOULD LIKE A FUCKING WORD
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I know this is a tiny part of the wider problems born of diet culture, fatphobia, classism, and racism but like god the idea that "healthy" food must inherently taste bad has completely ruined us as a society.
#MR. KELLOGG I WOULD LIKE A FUCKING WORD#beating this man's fucking corpse with a broom#I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU AND YOUR POOP AND WEIRD CHRISTIAN NONSENSE NOW EVERYONE THINKS PLEASURE IS BAD FOR YOU#KILLING AND BITING AND MAIMING
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can i get an uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh nicky boy
Send me a characterâŚ
Nick Valentine
First impression:
Okay this is gonna get wacky as fuck. Before I actually started playing Fallout 4 Iâd watch youtube videos talking about video games etc, namely Outside Xbox, and I had Nick Valentine mixed up with so many different fallout characters. To begin with I thought he was a ghoul, donât ask me why because I still donât know myself. Then I thought he was Mr. New Vegas, then after that I thought he was the Vault-tec rep. Then my final conclusion was that he was a robot that fucking murdered you with words anytime you were an ass to him⌠which isnât really all that far off.
Impression now:
Heâs a real neat character and one of my faves. If it werenât for me actually taking time to know other companions, Nick along with Preston, Dogmeat and Piper would be the only companions I would have played with back when I was real new to the game because I thought the other companions were bad people??? Heâs one of the few companions that actually got a story and it was a pretty interesting one, too.
Favorite moment:
Finding case notes on the Mysterious Stranger under his bed. Bet you heâs got a cork board full of papers, grainy photographs and yarn trying to connect it all somewhere in the agency. Also whenever he yells âSO LONG!â
Idea for a story:
One idea for a story is to elaborate on that whole Kellogg head thing, of course. So many questions left unansweredâŚ
Another small story would be Nick making the connection that the Old Nick knew of Phoebe way back in the day. He was friends with a skilled lawyer that always used to talk about this new girl whom he took under his wing because of how much she was struggling and getting no help from anyone else in the firm.
 Unpopular opinion:
hhhhh jeepers, I donât know. Guess one would be that Iâm not all that shook up about Nick being unromancible without mods? I mean, sure, the game doesnât let it be official, but you have the ability to make it so on your own. You can take a hammer and FIX the canon!
Favorite relationship:
I think my favorite relationship would be the one Nick shares with the Sole Survivor. With the memories of someone from before the bombs, he knows what the Sole Survivor must be going through when they wake up and find themselves in this completely new world. Heâs got father figure potential with the main character and I love me some good found family kush.Â
Favorite headcanon:
Synth Shaun loves him. Nick is very much his role model. He likes to dress in the matching hat and trench coat Ellie gives you and run around Sanctuary solving mysteries. It really warms Nickâs synthetic heart because lots of the Diamond City kids are afraid of him thanks to synth paranoia. To have a kid want to grow up to be like him is a really nice feeling.
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Chapter 17 - Voices

Walking down the stairs, Payne could hear Magnolia crooning long before she reached the landing. As she crossed to the bar, she spotted Nick Valentine at a table smoking a cigarette, listening. Grabbing a Cram sandwich from Charley, Payne headed over.
âMay I?â she asked.
Nick motioned to the chair next to him; never taking his glowing yellow eyes off the stage. âDid John send you to keep tabs on me?â
âNo. Should he?â
Valentine huffed. Payne patiently ate her food, waiting until Magnolia took a breather to try to break the ice.
âSo it seems you two have locked horns before.â
âYou donât say.â Nick replied dryly. âI wonder how you got that impression.â
âHancock told me his version. I was wondering if I could get yours.â
âWhat is there to tell? He fought to keep the ghouls in Diamond City. I couldnât afford such a luxury, much to his infuriation. Itâs not that I agreed with McDonough... far from it. But I canât exactly hide the fact that I am a synth living in a human city, complete with a healthy fear of the Institute.â He snubbed his cigarette out. âI kept my nose out of it to save my own hide. Iâm not proud of that fact but we both did what we felt we had to do at the time. Now, I am still helping people that need it⌠and he is too. We just do it in different ways.â
âWere you guys close before?â
âJohn was one of the first people in Diamond City to treat me like a person and not some kind of threat.â Nick scowled. âLook, I know why John holds a grudge against me, and from a certain point of view, maybe he is right. Heâs not really one to let those kind of grudges go either. So I stay away from Goodneighbor as much as I can.â
âBut you are back now?â Payne motioned for Charley to bring her another drink.
âYeah, Nate saved my can in a big way, so I am trying to repay the debt. If I can help him find his son, then it is worth ruffling Hancockâs feathers.â
âNateâs a good guy.â
âHe is. He deserves to find out what happened to his boy.â
âMind if I ask you something else?â
âMind if I donât answer?â Nick retorted.
Payne shrugged. âFair enough. Now, I havenât been in Boston for very long⌠but I havenât heard of a synth that looks or acts like you do.â
Valentine rolled his eyes. âIâll take that as a compliment. From as far as I can tell, I am the only one like me they ever made. A failed Institute experiment, I suppose. Thrown out like trash when they were done poking and prodding.â
Nate appeared at the bottom of the stairs and headed over to their table.
âNick⌠Dr. Amari took a look and said that piece of Kelloggâs brain might just work. She just about done prepping.â Nate paused. âNick, you know you donât have to do this. We could try and find another way.â Nate looked worried.
âIf there is another way, Iâm all ears, but we are running out of options. Unless you know some other way into the Institute⌠Itâs worth the risk.â
Nick tipped his hat to Payne as he followed Nate out. Payne finished her drink and headed back to the bar. There was work to do and taxes werenât going to collect themselves.
Taking her time and chatting, Payne returned to the state house a few hours later. Irma has been pretty tight lipped about what ever Nate and Nick were doing in the basement, but Daisy enjoyed talking her ear off about the new books Nate had dropped off from the library.
Fahrenheit leaned against the wall as Payne walked up, fingers massaging her temples.
âHow is he?â Payne asked.
âAngsty.â Fahr replied.
âGreat. Think company will make him better or worse?â
âWho knowsâŚâ
Payne gave her a knowing pat on the shoulder as she passed into the building. She found Hancock brooding in the office, standing behind a couch, arms braced against the back. His stance reminded Payne of a CEO scowling down at his lackeys across a board room table.
âWell, arenât you just a ray of sunshine.â Payne sassed at him as she tossed the satchel full of caps on the couch.
Hancock grunted.
âYou should stop stewing on it, youâll get wrinkles.â A corner of Hancockâs lips started to curl into a smile. âAnd grey hair.â He shook his head as his smile continues to grow.
âDamn it, Payne. I was trying real hard to look all broody and you just had to go and fuck that up, didnât you?â
âI canât have you stealing my act⌠gloomy and dark is my bag.â
He leapt over the back of the couch, landing deftly on the red cushions. âSo, get into any trouble while you were gallivanting around town with my money?â
âNothing so grand. I did snag a quick lunch down in the bar⌠with Valentine.â The scowl returned to his face. âI wanted to see what he had to say.â
âAndâŚ?â
âHe basically agreed with you. He didnât try and stop the ghouls from being evicted because he was afraid the crowd would turn on him nextâ Hancockâs expression changed to one of validation. Before he could get a word in, Payne continued. âAnd he feels horrible about it.â Hancockâs face slowly fell.
âBesides, I donât envy whatever Amari is trying to help Nate find his boy. Sounds like it involved hooking Valentine up to one of those pods and trying to read some dead guys brain.â
âWhy would they need to do that?â Hancock had a clear distaste for what might be happening in his town.
âGuess this Kellogg guy knows something about the Institute? I didnât really catch much.â
Hancock rose to his feet. âKellogg? Did you say Kellogg?â
Payne sat back, confused. âYeah⌠they have a piece of his brain at least. Why?â
âKellogg is⌠was an enforcer for the Institute. A cold blooded killer the Institute uses when coursers couldnât be risked. And they killed him?â Hancockâs mind kicked into gear. âIf they want to put that murdererâs brain or memory into Valentine, which could be very bad.â
Hancock grabbed his coat and hat, heading out the door with Payne in tow. Fahrenheit barely managed a âWhat?â as they passed. Payne shrugged in her direction before waving her to follow. As they trotted down the street, Payne filled her in briefly.
Once inside the Memory Den, Hancock headed towards the back, intending to go straight down stairs into the basement before Irma rose from her dais intercepted him.
âHoney, just where do you think you are going?â She eyed Payne and Fahrenheit suspiciously.
âJust a little mayoral business.â
âJohn, you canât go down there right now!â Irma positioned her body between Hancock and the stairs leading down.
âIrma, I know whatâs going on andâŚ
Before he could finish, behind Irma, Nate appeared helping Valentine up the stairs.
Nate looked up confused. âIrma, whatâs all this about?â
âYou should have told me what you were planning on doing!â Hancock interrupted. Nate and Hancock started arguing, but Payne watched Valentine as he wobbled uneasily to a couch across the room. She stepped closer to him.
âAre you okay, Nick?â He didnât answer, but sat there robotically.
Fahrenheit noticed her attention was not on the spat. She nodded her head towards Valentine, silently questioning Payne while keeping an eye on her agitated employer.
Payne shrugged. She had no idea what was going on, but something felt off.
Nate broke away from Hancock and strode towards Nick. âNickâŚâ
Nick turned and locked eyes with Nate. A gravely sinister voice answered him, freezing nearly everyone in the room. âHope you got what you were looking for inside my head.â Payne drew her weapon, aiming it at Valentine. The horrid voice laughed. âI was right; I should have killed you when you were on ice.â
âKellogg, is that you?â Nate answered.
âWhat?â Nickâs normal voice had returned. âWhat are you talking about?â
Hancock drew closer. âAre you feeling alright Nick?â Valentine looked confused. âYou didnât sound like yourself. You sounded likeâŚâ
âKellogg.â Nate finished his thought.
âDid I?â Valentine looked around, his hand rubbing his forehead. Seeing Payne with her pistol trained on him, he slowly put his hands at his side. âAmari said there might be some âmnemonic impressionsâ left over⌠anyway, I feel fine. Letâs get going.â
Hancock put a hand out. âNick, Youâre not going anywhere until I am sure you are okay.â
âNever thought you would get all soft over me after all this time.â Valentine crossed his arms.
âIâm not, Tinman, but if you have a stowaway up there from whatever you did downstairs, Iâm gunna make sure you arenât a danger to anyone.â He turned to Fahrenheit. âMake sure Mr. Valentine is comfortable during his stay.â
âNow I have to have a chaperone? Really, John?â Valentine was less than thrilled with the situation he now found himself in.
âCall it what you want, but try anything funny or start acting like someone other than your jovial old self, you are going to find yourself in a world of hurt.â
Nate put a hand on Valentineâs shoulder. âWeâll get going soon.â
Fahrenheit saddled next to Nick. âCome on, Nick. Play nice.â
âYouâre always a woman of few words, arenât you Fahr?â
She grunted as Nick rose and headed towards the door. âIâll be down listening to Magnolia if anyone cares.â
Hancock turned to Nate. âWe have some things to discuss. Irma, be a dear. Please get Dr. Amari and have her join us in my office please?â
Payne spent the most of the rest of the night listening to Hancock, Nate and Dr. Amari argue over the state of Valentineâs metal health and how much of danger he could be both to Nate and Goodneighbor, but also to Diamond City and possibly the Commonwealth if Kellogg somehow took over Nickâs mind. Would that mean the Institute would be in control of Nick? Amari insisted that Valentine just needed some rest from the strain of the procedure.
They also learned what Kelloggâs mind had told them. In the the Glowing Sea there was some ex-Institute scientist name Virgil. He had escaped both the Institute and Kellogg. If he got out, then Nate supposed he might convince him to sneak him in to rescue his son. Payne just sat back and watched as tempers flared and cooled.
âHow in the hell do you think you can survive in the Glowing Sea? The place is practically made of radiation. Youâll be either throwing up your guts or glowing within an hour!â Hancock had calmed enough he felt good enough to pop a few Mentats.
Nate countered. âI have a decent power armor that can help with that.â Payne scowled. âAnd I have the prefect guy for the job; rads donât affect him at all. I just have to go pick him up.â
âYou better not mean the boss there.â Payne wasnât about to let Hancock get wrapped up in this mess, especially if that involved a place she couldnât go.
âNo.â Nate turned to Payne. âI have a guy. Heâs helping out at The Slog right now. My power armor there too. I just have to drop Nick off at Diamond City and head out there. Nick can take it easy and your town will be out of any harmâs way.â
Hancock thought for a moment. âHow about this; tomorrow Payne and I will escort the two of you to Diamond City. You drop Nick off, and we can make sure you get to The Slog in one piece. You pick up your armor and your âguyâ, maybe we throw a little party, then take off on our separate ways.â
Nate mulled the offer over. âSure, the more the merrier, I suppose.â
He looked over at Payne. âYou ever been there?â Payne shook her head no. âGreat. Itâs decided.â
After Nate left to collect Nick for the night, Payne turned to Hancock.
âYou arenât just worried about Goodneighbor, are you? You are worried about Valentine too.â
Hancock stopped. âYeah, maybe. Nick and I were friends for a while, before all that bad blood stuff. It just wouldnât be right to have some murdering Institute bastard highjack in his brain.â
Payne squeezed his shoulder as she passed him to leave. There was a lot to get around before tomorrow morning.
âYouâre a good guy, Hancock.â
âMaybe⌠just donât go and tell everyone, okay? Gotta keep my bad boy image.â
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Companions First Kiss With SS
This is a long one. Also, sorry if itâs a bit shit.Â
Cait: âAre you alright, Cait?â Soleâs face was etched with concern as they helped a distraught Cait out of the chair. The trek to Vault 95 had been a dangerous one, the place having been guarded by two assaultrons and a couple dozen well-armed gunners.
âIâm okay. I feel really strange, everything feels different, everything feels clearer,â Cait looked around the room as she spoke, almost like she was seeing everything in a new light, âNothing is like I remember,â
Sole let out a breath they hadnât realised theyâd been holding in. They were just glad that Cait was alright, seeing them in that chair, in pain, it had scared them.
âIâm glad youâre alright, I was worried about you,â Cait squinted her eyes as she studied Sole, everything about them, something was different, she was feeling something she hadnât felt before and she didnât know if it was because the chems clouded her feelings before or if it was there all along.
âCan I try somethinâ?â Cait asked and Sole tilted their head before nodding slowly. Cait reached up and planted a kiss on Soleâs mouth, running her tongue along their lower lip as they kissed them. Soleâs arms wrapped around Caitâs waist, squeezing her gently as they pulled her into their body. Right now, Cait didnât know if it was lust or just the fact that theyâd saved her life but she sure as hell wanted to find out.
Curie: âStay still, if you keep moving I wonât be able to patch you up,â Curie instructed as Sole shifted around on the bed. Sole had been stabbed during a raider attack at a settlement and Curie was the only one with enough medical knowledge to stitch them up.
âIt hurts,â Sole squealed and Curie shook her head, proceeding to clean the wound, luckily for Sole it wasnât anything serious and they only needed a few stitches. Curie injected a stimpak into Soleâs side as she finished.
âSee it wasnât too hard was it, youâll be up and ready to go in no time,â Curie smiled, that sweet innocent smile that Sole loved so much. Everyone who thought Sole was this pure and innocent creature hadnât set their eyes on Curie, so new to the human world.
âThank you,â Sole smiled, leaning up and pecking Curieâs mouth. Curieâs eyes went wide, and a light blush stained her cheeks, âSorry⌠I,â
âNo, no itâs okay. Iâve actually wanted to do that for a while,â Curie turned her head away, but Sole cupped their cheek with their hand, turning her to face them. Sole guided Curie back down into them, pulling her into a gentle kiss.
Danse: âYou need to stop treating them like that, they were once people too, they still have feelings,â Sole snapped, shaking her head as they listened to Danse, insult yet another poor ghoul. They regretted bringing him along to the Slog, where they were helping with the super mutant problem. Sole was getting pretty tired of Danseâs medieval views.
âI donât see how you could defend them, they are abominations, they donât belong in this world,â Danse watched as Sole rolled their eyes, their hand firmly planted on their hip.
âYouâre wrong about them, I support the brotherhood but some of your views are ridiculously out of date,â Sole blasted the head off of another super mutant, stepping over their body as they proceeded through their camp. Danse couldnât believe his ears, how could they possibly side with the ghouls, they were disgusting in his eyes.
âThat isnât how you should talk to your superior, knight,â If thatâs how he wanted it. Sole balled their fists, ready and willing to cuss Danse out.
âMy superior? Youâre an ass-â Danse cut Sole off mid-sentence, crashing his mouth to theirs as his hands gripped tightly at their waist. Soleâs hands flew up, curling them into Danseâs hair as they moaned into his mouth.
âDIE HUMAN!â Danse snapped away from Sole, pushing them behind him as he fired at the Super mutant, beams of red light, slicing through its skull.
âWe should get moving,â Danse nodded, moving on through the building, leaving a flustered Sole wondering âwhat the fuck just happened.â
Deacon: âIâm everything wrong with this whole fucking Commonwealth,â Deacon may have had his shades to hide his face, but Sole could see right through him. They shook their head as he spoke, not believing a word he said about himself. The Deacon they knew may be a liar, but he is a pure soul, whoâd help anyone if they asked for it and yet, he couldnât see it.
âSee, I find that very hard to believe, after all youâve done, I know youâre a good person. Iâll always be here for you,â Something inside Deacon urged him to do something he didnât usually do. He reached up, taking off his sunglasses and put them in his shirt pocket, he wanted to look at Sole when he did what he was about to do. Sole smiled and thatâs all it took.
Deacon tenderly ran his fingers down the side of Soleâs face, cupping their cheek as they brought them into him, kissing them as he fingers entangled into Soleâs hair. He was letting his guard down and he hoped, he really hoped he wasnât getting the wrong idea from Sole. He broke apart from Sole only to be pulled back in, Sole hungrily kissing him, like theyâd go hungry without him. Sole pulled away to catch their breath.
âWell, Iâm not really the hugging type,â Deacon blushed, looking down.
âShut up,â Sole joked wrapping their arms around Deacon as they dragged him into a hug.
Hancock: Sole sighed in relief as they hit the perfect head shot on that bastard Sinjin. His brains may have splattered the wall and poor Kentâs face, but he was alive and right now that is all that mattered.
âLetâs get you out of here,â Sole untied Kent, pulling him to his feet as he thanked Sole for saving him, he hadnât realised how dangerous the life of the Silver Shroud truly was, but he was thankful when all was said and done.
âWhy are you looking at me like that?â Sole cocked an eyebrow as their eyes met Hancockâs charcoal ones. He had that look in his eye, that look that could melt even the coldest persons heart. Without warning Hancock crashed his mouth to Soleâs, pulling them into him as he deepened the kiss. Sole sighed into his mouth as they closed their eyes, kissing Hancock back. Hancock broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he winked at Sole.
âItâs a good thing you did for Kent, youâre so good and honest⌠Iâm sorry if I presumed-â
âItâs about time you kissed me Mr Mayor,â Sole said, dragging their lower lip in between their teeth and Hancock almost growled at the sight.
âYea? And Iâm about to do it againâŚâ
MacCready: Heâd done it. Heâd found the cure for his son, with the help of Sole of course and for that he would forever be grateful. He dragged Sole into the Third Rail, he wanted to celebrate their success, Sole laughed as they pulled them along, ordering them both a drink and paying Charlie up front. Something he never does. He sat down on the Sofa in the back room, Sole sitting next to him as they downed their beverages.
âThank you. I really couldnât have done this without your help, I owe you big time,â MacCready smiled at Sole and they returned the gesture.
âYou owe me nothing. I wouldâve done it either way and Iâd do it again,â Sole tilted their head back, grimacing at the strong drink as they drank it. MacCready watched as Sole put their glass on the table and for once he decided to be brave, because if he didnât, he knew heâd regret it.
He waited for Sole to turn to face him before he took her hand in his, his eyes flickering from Soleâs eyes to their lips. It was now or never MacCready told himself as his heart pounded in his chest. He pulled Sole into him suddenly and before Sole could react, MacCready crashed his mouth to theirs, burying his hand in Soleâs hair. Sole melted into him, their hands, almost instinctively making their way to MacCreadyâs neck, pulling him closer.
MacCready pulled away breathless, resting his forehead on Soleâs and as he looked in to their eyes he knew one thing for sure. His life couldnât get any better than this.
Nick: âYou bastard, I hope you never find peace,â Sole said in disgust as they finally took down the man whoâd stolen everything from them.
Nick took Soleâs hand in his own, giving it a squeeze as they both looked down at Kelloggâs dead body. There wasnât a man who deserved his fate more than he did himself. Sole looked up at Nick, resting their head on his shoulder. Sole took their own fate in their hands, leaning up and pressing their mouth to Nickâs, their hand cupping his face. He didnât kiss back right away but after his ol noggin processed what was happening he did. he hadnât realised how much he wanted this until now, so he kissed back with everything he had in him. He pulled away.
âCome on, you donât want to be stuck with an old bot like me,â Nick looked down, but Sole made him face them, their eyes locking.
âKellogg took my husband, and my son, but heâll never take away this, never.â
Piper: Sole wasnât sure how they and Piper fit in the tiny gap between the two buildings, but they didnât have a choice seeing as they were being hunted down by a couple of Gen 2 synths accompanied by a courser.
âWe should just go out there and kill them,â Sole whispered, rather loudly, causing Piper to roll her eyes.
âYeah, sure, if you have a death wish,â Sole couldnât help but focus on Piperâs chest, pressed firmly up against their own and when they tried to push the thought away it came right back to mind. Their faces were inches apart and Sole could smell the Nuka Cola on Piperâs breath that sheâd drank only minutes before being chased down this alley.
âMaybe I do have a death wish,â
âShut up Sole,â
âGladly,â Sole kissed Piper, causing her back and her head to be pressed firmly against the wall, making it hard for her to move. Piper melted into the kiss, trying to push Sole back but failing, causing her to groan into Soleâs mouth. She may have groaned a little too loudly.
âIs someone present?â Sole pulled away, turning to look at the entrance of the alley, only to be met by a Gen 2 Synth, standing next to a courser.
âShit,â Sole cursed, grabbing Piperâs hand and pushing past the synth, running as fast as they could away from them. Theyâd just have to continue the kiss later on.
Preston: âCome on! Itâs weak, aim for its head!â Sole shouted as the Mirelirk Queen roared, moving quickly towards them, Preston and a group of Minutemen that had agreed to meet at the Castle. Taking it the Castle back had proved a lot harder than Sole had originally thought, a dozen mirelirks, their hatchingâs everywhere and a surprise attack from their Queen, was a very difficult battle.
With a loud thud the Queen crashed to the ground, the earth around them shaking as it took its last breath. Sole laughed as the Minutemen cheered, looking at Preston, standing next to them, who was already looking their way. Sole bit their lip and in the moment, they grabbed Prestonâs jacket pulling him in and pressing their mouth to his. His hands immediately made their way to Soleâs waist, his fingers digging at it slightly until Sole pulled away.
âWe did it,â Sole said into Prestonâs mouth, making him smile. He pulled Sole back into him, wrapping his arms around them as he hugged them closely, kissing them back.
âWe did it,â he said into their mouth before passionately kissing Sole again.
Thank you Airagne for the ask!
#fallout 4#fallout#fallout 4 companions#fallout 4 companions react#fallout 4 hancock#fallout reactions#fallout companions react#fallout companions#mayor hancock#hancock#deacon#maccready#robert joseph maccready#piper#cait#curie#preston garvey#nick valentine#fallout paladin danse
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They were right, and now was my chance. That cheetah had wanted rid of Tony the Tiger for years and this way we could remove two âundesirablesâ at once.
The first gun, a simple hand gun, nothing special, this was the one for the kill, designed with a small button applying acid throughout the chamber and dissolving the gun when the job was done. The second, that was the Captainâs. He stole the formula for the Big Catâs move to cereal and it had been recently fired, just to make ballistics boysâ heads spin I suppose.
I made my way to the secret locker cache I kept hidden in an alley and readied myself for what I had to do. A simple trim of the hair and beard that had developed over time on the street, then to the suit, applied the digi-tag and coded who I was to be to enter the building.
A small walk, the two blocks to Flake Tower, Tonyâs suite would be at the top. The crisp air was what I loved about a day like today, the beginning of winter, leaves crunching beneath you. Thereâs a tranquility to it all in all.
Entering the building was easy, any Tom, Dick or Harry could do that. The difficulty was getting to the suite, there I saw a girl, sweet young thing whoâd do anything to meet Mr Tony Tiger himself. I offered her the chance to meet him and she obliged, it was sad to know sheâd be disappointed with the real him.
Heading to the desk, I requested clearance from Sonny, Sam, Jeremy? He far from matters, all that mattered was the key card he handed over. All I had to say was âTony wanted to meet a fan. Iâll take her up.â
Heading up in the elevator I told the girl to get the signature or photo and leave, I would handle the rest. So, that was what she did, couldnât have been more polite either.
As the girl left Tony proceeded to talk to me as if we were old friends, as if we had history and that same history was on par with the adventures of the musketeers. He spoke of overthrowing the âOld Manâ Kellogg and taking what he believed was ours. The fall of the Kellogg empire was nothing but devastating to the whole city if not further to everyone but Tony.
It was when he began to talk of the girl that I snapped back into the room. He talked of her as a âtasty morselâ and that âPapa Tony wanted a slice of thatâ. His alpha male talks did not quite match his now overweight, aging and balding physique, I suppose chauvinism doesnât have a set body type. He mentioned other girls and boys who had been there and met him before, and before he could say something truly incriminating his words were muffled, barrel of the gun lodged in his mouth.
Crunchâs gun. Fuck it, I didnât care any more, this was personal, it wasnât a hit so much as a cleanse. I eased his hand onto the handle of the gun, finger to the trigger, and click-bang. The job was done, though the seething hatred was far from gone, I took the bandana as a mark of the job done. The news would clarify the rest.
After leaving, I threw the unused gun into the locker. Changed into my old cap and tshirt. âHe wasnât the man you knewâ I reminded myself âjust like you are not the man he knewâ reading my name âCocoâ off the tshirt. I closed the locker, covered it, and walked out into the night.
You are a homeless man, sitting on the street After a long day of pitiful smiles and loose change dropped into your bag, a white bag is given to you. It contains exactly 2 guns, 1 bullet, and a note saying âYou know what to do.â Upon further examination of the white bag, you also notice that you have been given a single cheeto.
#long post#writing#kelloggs#implied abuse#tony the tiger#coco the monkey#captain crunch#cheetos#weird#tell me if you thought this was good#i enjoyed making it but it was also weird
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I would like to add Sylvester Grahamâs spirit to also be killed by a gun. Heâs actually the man who inspired John Harvey Kellogg to do that bs.
I know this is a tiny part of the wider problems born of diet culture, fatphobia, classicism, and racism but like god the idea that "healthy" food must inherently taste bad has completely ruined us as a society.
#theres a study that showed evidence that enjoyment plays a significant factor in nutrition absorption#so like. use that ranch butter or cheese! ur veg isnt less nutritious bc u have smth on them to boost flavor#diet tw#mr. kellogg i would like a fucking word#beating this man's fucking corpse with a broom#killing and biting and maiming
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#MR. KELLOGG I WOULD LIKE A FUCKING WORD#beating this man's fucking corpse with a broom#I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU AND YOUR POOP AND WEIRD CHRISTIAN NONSENSE NOW EVERYONE THINKS PLEASURE IS BAD FOR YOU#KILLING AND BITING AND MAIMING
I know this is a tiny part of the wider problems born of diet culture, fatphobia, classism, and racism but like god the idea that "healthy" food must inherently taste bad has completely ruined us as a society.
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