Barry smiles as he lets go of McQueen, " In the living flesh!"
You haven't seen Barry in years!
Too bad it didn't stay that way.
You grunt, "What do you want, Buzzy boi?"
"Cant I visit my ex-wife every once'n a while?"
You climb out of the trash. Flex tape in hand.
You scream, "IT WAS IN FUCKING KINDERGARTEN!"
he sobs, "AND???"
You look at Barry. He was heartbroken.
In the year of March 14, 1892, the first time you stared into Barry's eyes. Sometimes you would even get lost in them. You could only dream of dating someone so beautiful. You didn't feel worthy. It took you a whole 5 minutes before you mustered up the courage to ask him to marry you. He agreed.
You completely forgot about the marriage by nap time.
You sigh, "Barry."
He looks up from the ground, "Yes (Y/N)?", he smiles
You mutter"I fucking hate you."
Barry's smile slowly drops.
He fumed, "Is that so?"
Barry takes off his sweater. Underneath his yellow striped sweater were rock hard abs. He slowly starts flying towards you.
You're fucked.