April Fools, Idiot.

Fucking a-

Ben groans and continues his demanding labor. He arches his back and reaches back into the deep opening, picking out the sticky pieces.

Oh why should he have gone all this work for April Fool's day?

Quite simple really.

"I don't...I don't like you in that way- I'm sorry."

BITCH! He's teach her whose-

SPLAT.

Ben covers himself in silence, staring deeply into the shut and wavering eyes of his beloved...

...before she tilts her head into slumber.

SHIT. SHIT. SHE WAS WAKING ALREADY!?

Ben looks down at his hands.

HE HAD SO MUCH FUCKING MORE TO DO!

SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT-

No.

Dude, Chill.

Done, gone and out.

Huffing, Ben continues his labor, using his long fingers to pick through the hole.

It was good thing he used a lot on her.

He picks up a small pink part, pressing it between his damp fingers.

Wouldn't be good if she woke up in the middle of the operation now would it?

Pay back time bitch.

He wouldn't giggle, no Ben wouldn't lower himself to giggling. No, he was snickering that snorty laugh she hated so much.

Oh this was too good, this was too fucking good.

Ben takes the small opening, feeling a bit more brave, and silently rips it more open.

She squirms again, concentrating her eyebrows before slipping over to her side.

"What..." She mumbles, reaching her hands around.

Reaching for it.

SHIT! DAMN!

"Whose there?" She whispers now, eye opening into full orbs.

But not as full as Bens'.

WHY NOW!? WHY FUCKING NOW?!

"Why...why does it hurt..."

THINK OF SOMETHING BEN!!

He sits there, eyes wide not knowing what to do.

SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT-

No.

Dude, chill.

Instead Ben sits there, his stone eyes set from the depths of the room.

Sleep a little more princess.

And just like that she lays back down, too tired, weak, and most likely numb from his work to notice the missing insides.

Ben groans but chose to deal with the matter. It was nearing eight- she would be getting for her seminar soon.

Fucking medical student didn't even know an operation was currently taking place in her presence.

Smirking, Ben places his hand into the bigger, but still compact opening.

He takes out the last piece.

The final one.

A pink heart- how cute.

Ben takes one last glance. And smiles.

Ciao love.

Popping the heart in his mouth, Ben walks towards the door after taking one last look at his victim.

"Dude!! Ben man, what's up? You get that chick?"

"Yeah got her good."

"Really? How?"

Ben grins and places the bag of insides on the counter.

"Harsh," His friend remarks and he takes the bag in wonder, "Can I eat them?"

"Sure," Ben answers.

His friend grins and takes the bag into his kitchen.

Ben walks over to his friend's mini fridge, popping a can of soda.

"Still pretty harsh though," His friend comments.

"What is?" Ben asks.

His friend pops his head out of the kitchen.

"Ben, you took all the marshmallows out of her Lucky Charms."

Ben took a swig of his soda.

"Hell yeah I did."

And in the distance, a girl screams bloody murder in her apartment room.

April Fools, bitch.

Just walk away.

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Haha, this is my lame April Fools entry for the Breakfast UnderGround contest.

I know, I can't write anything without it being morbid.

But 'tis my weird way of writing.

Oh, and yes, I know Ben is pretty overdramatic and weird. But wouldn't you be paranoid of the chances of getting caught in your crush's house stealing her marshmallows?

Yes. Yes you would.

I have no chance against those freaking talented writers of BUG, but I wanted to take a shot. :