The schoolday is finally over and while there wasn't a lot of studying involved on our part, playing on 1k+ trophies for some hours can be exhausting.
Slinging the bag onto my back I exit the schoolbuilding with Finn and we go to my home, on the way back we ofcourse roll up another one and finish that bitch in record worthy timing.
Turning around a corner, almost at our home, a weird smell assaults my nose, I turn my head around to search for the source "Finn you didn't fart right?"
'Nah, I'd stretch out my finger and let you pull on it and fart after that, you know me well enough to know that'
With that confirmation, my eyes travel around the place for a bit, finally focusing on something, a weird half sphere pink and black in colour, with the colors twisting and mixing forming a weird amalgmation of sorts, that hurts the eyes when you look at it too long, occasional the half sphere would morph into a rectangle for a split second and a weird unproportionally big mouth travels around it.
"I think the smell is coming from that thing there, looks like some weird intruder or something, I think we should dip, fast"
'Yo younes you do know that that's a smore right, like they called it a fucking smore cause that shit is weak af and the only thing it can do is beeing sticky and like squishy, also I heard it actually tastes like marshmallow, looks more like a blessing meeting that shit here'
"Aight I'ma trust you gang, honestly the munchies are getting to me to and if thatthing is actually that weak, let's fucking eat it, been craving something sweet for a minute"
Since we deemed it almost harmless, we aproached it with a bit of caution, making sure it doesn't see us. The only Problem was that it was like twelve feet in the air attached right under a window that was connected to the main staircase of the apatment complex.
"Ey Finn, just ring like every bell, someone's gonna open the door for you, then you go up, shash the glass of the window and slam that thing down with your bag, I'ma catch it with the rainprotection fabric that I put around my bag when it rains and slam it like ten times into the concrete."
'seems like too much trouble for that thing, but like maybe we'll even get that hound system screen if we eat that thing, so alright'
Going through all the bells and ringing them, finally someone opens, Finn slowly takes one step after the next one, till he reaches the right window.
Closing both his hands around the reeling of the staircase, he exhales once and jumps up, slamming both his feet into the window, which shatters almost instantly, since the glass was way too thin, honestly I don't think it would pass any safety regulations. Anyways, the smore actually reacts because of the noise and tries to move away, it's slow as fuck though, so Finn takes all the time of the world to stand up and release the reeling, take the bag of his back, lean out the window and slam that bag like prime Shaq, onto the smore.
It instantly drops of the wall and plummets to the ground, but I'm already waiting and catch it with ease, honestly we're a broken duo.
I wrap the fabric around it's body and instead of just slamming it into the ground, I wrap it's squirming body into the fabric and run to a nearby curb, place it down there, whip out my phone to film what I'm about to do and take action.
"Ey guys you not gon believe this, see this moving thing down there, yeah it's an intruder. I'll officially be the first person in the world to make an intruder bite the curb"
Taking fifteen long steps back, I sprint towards the squirming smore, jump into the air and slam both my feet into the moving bundle.
With a sickening splat, it's form deflates and it stops moving. Turning around I see Finn grinning from one ear to the other while running towards me.
'Did you actually let that thing bite the curb? That's fucking sick gang, like how the fuck did that thought even cross your mind'
"Honestly I don't know, but I think this video gonna give me mad aura, the others in the groupchat gonna die of envy, anyways we gotta go home now and cook that bitch up, wait you think we can even cook that? How do you prepare that? maybe a pudding?"
'I don't know, let's just put it onto a stick and prepare it like a real smore, I call dibs on the less smashed up part though, since it's your fault it's basically slime now'