Chapter 2 - The Collision



AN: dude i got so carried away writing this ๐Ÿ’€ if there's spelling mistakes i'll fix them later


The great collision happened. Peppa still couldn't believe what happened several months ago. One day while dumpster diving behind the local Walmart, 8 stars in the sky suddenly become visible.


Curious from the colorful bright light emitting from the sky, Peppa looked up from the dumpster. Quickly soon after, the sky flashed white and and immense wind blasted the earth.


It was almost like something Peppa read from 1984 when she was trying to figure out ways to plant modern capitalism into the town... Well, not exactly - But it was something out of a dystopian movie.


'Blinding lights, suspicious glowing stars in the sky, and with the combination of screaming and the enormous pressure from wind deafening ears.' How could this even get worse?'


This wasn't even the part Peppa couldn't process.


It was that fact on that day, several universes collided with hers, causing the massive destruction. Turns out the winds have fully destroyed buildings and monuments all over her world. This wasn't even the start of all the havoc that had happened.


It was the dead of night as the former child TV star was roaming the new city park. Peppa was just trying to collect her thoughts on how to save her career, even if she was already deemed morally a felon.


Peppa's eyes came upon the one thing that started it all. The sky - More over the stars. She was always against the new changes around the world.


Instead of peaceful walks around the park, she had to worry about small creatures who were only capable of saying their names and wildly attacking you at random. Feral 4th graders doing crazy shit around town, creating even more perplexing storylines and action than 50 Shades of Grey.


Peppa sat down on a bench under a streetlight in a secluded area, far away from the main pathway. It was her only safe space left, her only space to rant and cry about how she ruined her career after a stupid argument over how her pizza had lumps in it, supposedly having nuts in it, even escalating to passive aggressively tell off the manager and getting arrested by the police for falsely dialing 911.


Boiling anger overtook Peppa. She definitely knew that the pizza had peanuts in it. She was in every way right to yell at the cashier Dave and their shitty manager. It was outrageous of how she was arrested for something so stupid, yet so important due to her allergy of peanuts.


Freddy and her got in an hour long argument after he bailed her out. She couldn't even remember what he was even saying, if she was already in a state of shock. In all of their 12 years of their relationship, she had never yelled at her like that.


But that was all 5 years ago. Peppa only knew Freddy since she was 5, but eventually started dating around 13.


"25.. I'm 25." she murmured. At that thought, Peppa never realized how old she was. She stopped caring about time for who knows how long, but it didn't matter. It didn't matter. It didn't matter at all. Anything she worked for is now long because of that stupid fucking fox.


Peppa's fury grew more than before. She mad pissed.. No.. Infuriated. Everything happened because of that stupid fucking fox of an fiancรฉ of hers. She lost everything because of him, giving her a bad image, even yet becoming renowned to being a past husband to a so called crazy and mentally unstable dunce.


"GOD DAMN IT, THAT SON OF A BITCH, I LOST EVERYTHING BECAUSE OF YOU!" ...Silence. Peppa had lost control of her anger and screamed at the top of her lungs in the middle of a forest. The wind had stopped howling. Nothing. Peppa couldn't even catch her breath after being stunned on how loud she yelled.


Suddenly, there was rustling from the bushes nearby a tree across the opposite side of the path. "Who the hell is there?!" Peppa had always brought her box cutter with her for self defense, for god's sake it was midnight.


Out from the bushes immersed a drunken middle age man with black hair and red wine bottle in hand. Slurring on his words, he says, "I can help you."

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