Yandere Chicken Date
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I’m in a restaurant.
They fry large birds here. It’s really cool.
As always, I don't remember arriving here.
I am not alone. My friends are also here.
They remind me we're having a hangout.
We are sharing some chicken and fries.
A strange, smiling lady joins us our group.
The lady in question acts like I am her date.
However, my pals find this amusing at first.
My dear friends soon change their tune as well.
This unusual lady is protective and frightening.
I leave the restaurant, and also the odd dream.
The End
The above story is a loose adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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