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"Hey, watch it Ketchup!" a voice threatened me as I moved to my left. It was dark and cold and I wanted someplace light and warm. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you Mr-" I apologized. "Guacamole is my name. Are you cold in here? Because I sure am," Guacamole complained. "Yes. That's why I moved in the first place. Maybe this direction would warm me up then," I said. "Don't even think about it. I'm Ranch by the way. Hidden Valley Ranch," another voice came up, this time to my right. "I'm surrounded. When will I ever get out? Dark and cold. I hate it," I complained. Just then the door opened and a hand reached over and grabbed me. I felt warm and I moved out into the light. The light was so blinding, yet I didn't close my eyes. Then I felt myself exit the bottle onto something hot- as hot as ever. It became dark again. I felt like I was going to melt. "Be prepared to be eaten," the hot surface said. "I'm a hamburger. Though cheese on me makes me a cheeseburger." Prompt: POV of nonliving things story Word Count: 189 Activity: "Westeros" |