The Battle:
Waffle and Pancake stood across from each other at each end of the corridor. Pancake set his crown down and placed his black cowboy hat upon his head.
“I always had suspicions it was you… Flapjack!” explained Waffle.
The two locked themselves in an incredible stare off, each trying to mentally make the other back down. Hands were resting closely to the syrup blasters strapped to their sides. The room was silent save for the clock on the far wall ticking out the seconds of eternity. The clock struck 12.
Waffle and Pancake reached down to their sides and grabbed the blaster at lightning speed. The streams of syrup shot forth at the same instance hitting both breakfasts square in the face. Pancake turned a knob on his blaster to increase the intensity of the blast and waffle did the same. After several minutes both the pancake and waffle were drenched. They fell to their knees, gasping for air.
Waffle looked in the direction of pancake and saw that pancake had absorbed a lot more syrup while the majority of the syrup on waffle was on the ground or in his grooves. The crispy and rigid buildup of Waffle was the thing that helped waffle fare better than Pancake.
Waffle stood the victor. He walked past Pancake and grabbed the crown. Setting himself upon the former king’s throne, he looked down at Pancake.
“There is a revolution coming. I suggest you find your piece in it.”
Victor: Waffle.
Thank you to everyone who placed their input on the outcome. I had a lot of fun doing this one and I hope you had fun reading it.
If you disagree, put in the comments why you disagree and maybe we will have to have a re-match or an alternate ending. It’ll be fun. Thanks for liking, sharing, and commenting. Have a great weekend and remember to always be your best self.
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