I wanna be the guy who loves a fruit
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Category:
-Misc Video Games/RPGs › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,925
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the game that this fanfiction is written for, I Wanna Be the Guy nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
I wanna be the guy who loves a fruit
Disclaimer: I only wrote this because I’m really bored right now, and if I leave this room the door will lock behind me and I will never get in again. Anywhoo, I don’t own ‘I wanna be the guy’, and if I did I would sack myself repeatedly. Read, enjoy, review. Or not, this hardly deserves it anyways.
Fun fact: in the time it takes to read this, you could have started playing ‘I Wanna be the Guy’, died ten times and given up already.
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In the year 200X.
On his 15th birthday.
A young boy left home on a dangerous and epic quest.
To become THE GUY!
At least, that was his plan. Armed with nothing more than a very small gun and his bright red cape of heroes, the boy had hoped to cut a swath of destruction through the dungeon of doom, defeat THE GUY and become the new THE GUY. But before he had gone more than 2 feet, he met something that drove all thoughts of becoming THE GUY out of his head.
For, sitting in a small and poorly drawn tree at the dungeon’s entrance was a thing of pure beauty. Something so captivating, the boy knew he would never be happy until he made it his own. It was a bright red delicious fruit.
The boy tried to approach the delicious fruit, tried to tell it how he felt, but fear overtook him. What if the fruit rejected him? Could he possibly live his life if the fruit didn’t feel the same way about him as he did about it?
So instead, he hung back. He tried to content himself with just the thought of making the fruit his own. How it would feel to finally stroke its wonderful, 8bit surface. To rub his body against its amazingly large girth in ecstasy. To let the fruit finally deflower him with its long black stem until it released its load of fruit juice deep inside him.
Alas, he thought it could never be so. There was no way a dignified delicious fruit like that could ever fall for a boy like him. He wasn’t even THE GUY yet! He wouldn’t impress the fruit at all.
But he was wrong. The delicious fruit had noticed the boy and it was love at first site. The fruit always meant to run up to the boy, hold him close and kiss him on that gaping black thing that was meant to be his mouth. But it was just a fruit and lacked propulsion, so instead it was forced to sit in its tree and dream.
This went on for what seemed like an eternity to the boy and the fruit, but one day the boy could stand it no longer. He stopped hanging back to simply look at the fruit and strode up to it. The fruit then broke itself off the tree by sheer force of will and dropped to the ground. Finally the boy and the delicious fruit were together. The boy and the fruit embraced like lovers meeting after a month apart.
Or at least they tried to. As soon as they touched, the boy’s stomach exploded with the force of a bomb. The fruit was showered in blood as bits of what was once the boy flew in every direction. The top of the boy’s head was launched up and landed on an extra pointy branch of the tree, to forever serve as a warning to those who enter the dungeon of doom.
GAME OVER. Press ‘R’ to try again.
Fun fact: in the time it takes to read this, you could have started playing ‘I Wanna be the Guy’, died ten times and given up already.
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In the year 200X.
On his 15th birthday.
A young boy left home on a dangerous and epic quest.
To become THE GUY!
At least, that was his plan. Armed with nothing more than a very small gun and his bright red cape of heroes, the boy had hoped to cut a swath of destruction through the dungeon of doom, defeat THE GUY and become the new THE GUY. But before he had gone more than 2 feet, he met something that drove all thoughts of becoming THE GUY out of his head.
For, sitting in a small and poorly drawn tree at the dungeon’s entrance was a thing of pure beauty. Something so captivating, the boy knew he would never be happy until he made it his own. It was a bright red delicious fruit.
The boy tried to approach the delicious fruit, tried to tell it how he felt, but fear overtook him. What if the fruit rejected him? Could he possibly live his life if the fruit didn’t feel the same way about him as he did about it?
So instead, he hung back. He tried to content himself with just the thought of making the fruit his own. How it would feel to finally stroke its wonderful, 8bit surface. To rub his body against its amazingly large girth in ecstasy. To let the fruit finally deflower him with its long black stem until it released its load of fruit juice deep inside him.
Alas, he thought it could never be so. There was no way a dignified delicious fruit like that could ever fall for a boy like him. He wasn’t even THE GUY yet! He wouldn’t impress the fruit at all.
But he was wrong. The delicious fruit had noticed the boy and it was love at first site. The fruit always meant to run up to the boy, hold him close and kiss him on that gaping black thing that was meant to be his mouth. But it was just a fruit and lacked propulsion, so instead it was forced to sit in its tree and dream.
This went on for what seemed like an eternity to the boy and the fruit, but one day the boy could stand it no longer. He stopped hanging back to simply look at the fruit and strode up to it. The fruit then broke itself off the tree by sheer force of will and dropped to the ground. Finally the boy and the delicious fruit were together. The boy and the fruit embraced like lovers meeting after a month apart.
Or at least they tried to. As soon as they touched, the boy’s stomach exploded with the force of a bomb. The fruit was showered in blood as bits of what was once the boy flew in every direction. The top of the boy’s head was launched up and landed on an extra pointy branch of the tree, to forever serve as a warning to those who enter the dungeon of doom.
GAME OVER. Press ‘R’ to try again.