digibutter.nerr

[Frozenwinters]

The concept wasn't created by me, BTW, but the text is purely mine. Plastic told me to copy-paste, so don't murder me. DX


So I'm hoping along, and I come across a totally nerdy nerr, picking some flowers, and muttering the words "Francine. <3." This is a bit strange to me, so I decided to make him stop that hideous chanting.

"Why are you picking flowers?" I ask, wondering on which type they are, but he seemed to be in his own little world.... Blushing, and probably day dreaming. "Umm..." I mumbled and poked on his shoulder.

"Nerrrrrrrrrr" was his reply, as his face turned to mine, with a smile. It was a cute and corky smile, but it was a smile none-the-less. I walked away...

xxx

The next couple of days I saw him, we exchanged a few more casual works. Of course I couldn't forget the common phrases he included; "Hi-technical" "It's serious bizness"

It was cute, strange and more oddly... it turned me on...

xxx


So it had been a month now... And I of course was now a friend of the green man I called Francis.... but I was feeling quiet strange... I was rushed to the doctors to figure out what was wrong with me...


Of course it was the worst thing anyone could imagine...



Pregnancy.


Yes. It made no sense... I mean, I hadn't even lost my virginity yet! How could this be? My mind it wondered and the only male I had contact with for the past couple of weeks was Francis... Yes, that green nerr himself... But I knew it couldn't have been him... Unless he was some sort of saint, which I knew couldn't have been true.


Then it came time for the blood tests... because of course I was curious... But I was horrified by the results. Written in green ink, all over the page was his name. "Francis, Francis, Francis. Francis. Francis. Francis, Franis." The last one seemed to be a mis-print, but the point was still clear... I was pregnant with the child of someone I knew hardly as well as a pregnant women should.

So I confronted him...

but this time his actions seemed a little strange, and I should have noticed it at the moment... But I had business on my mind, nothing else.

"Francis..." I snarled... His face continued to be black and shadowy... "Francis, look at me!" Still, he remained hidden... "Francis!" My slap would do nothing, so I decided against myself, and walked on. I'll admit, I was proud I confronted him, proud he obviously felt bad, but I was also ashamed. My gut hurt, and of course I was having side effects... I had to go home, lay down, and get some sleep. Yes. It was the best plan.


xxx


The next thing I remember... it was cold... dimly lit... some posters hung on the wall... and the rest was a dark shade of gray. Black covered the corners of my vision... but in the background lay bitlands, and a small butterfly...

I ached... and went back to sleep.


xxx



The next time I woke up was a bit more clear. The gray shadows appeared to be that of a prison cell. I was... captured? When, and how I will never remember. All I recollected was the name Franis. For some reason it stuck in my head well. too well.

Of course the pain of my birth came up. It all felt, done before. Like I was experienced with the suffering, the screaming and the sweat. But that was besides the point then. I had to think of a name. The only name I remembered would probably do... since it probably had some significant meaning that I would probably remember if I was reminded constantly.

"Franis," I chimed as I rubbed the dirt away from his face, smiling. "You're my little Franis."


xxx


He was a nice child, prancing around, screaming "I AM ADMIN MAN, RUNNING OVER SPAM KIDS WITH MY BENHAMMER VAN!" I quickly adopted it to his name.


xxx



Days felt like weeks. Weeks like months. Months like years. But I was stuck.

In that time Franis managed to escape through a hole discovered in a wall that I was too large to fit through. What-ever happened after that was very much a mystery. It's a mystery now, and even then I knew something terrible happened, but it there was nothing I could do. So my life turned to suppression.


xxx



Then, August thirtieth two thousand seven, I was saved. Saved from that sweat barrel I now know as "Digibutter Jail" by some unknown hero. I've heard many claims... but I really don't remember who... or what. Had they risked there life to save me? Or do they prefer hid in the shadows, watching over me and making sure everything is alright?

And that's how it all started... Any questions?

[Dark Prognosticus]

............Wooooooooooooow........

[Steve]

I stopped reading at the world "pregnancy" from something even worse than that.








Facepalm syndrome.

[Super Nate Pyrokai]

Yea... I also stopped dead on Pregnancy...

and then I sig'd it with great force.

[Ligador]

Banhammer van would be really useful in some places.

[Tails Doll]

...

You just ashamed one of the greatest Nintendo characters of all time. With yourself as a damn Mary Sue. I'm putting you making this story as another reason to burn Canada down.

[Ligador]

[Tails Doll]

[Ligador]

[Frozenwinters]

[Mantis15]

I skimmed through the story.

I was awkward at pregnency.

[carfilledwithfish]

Uh.
What?

[Count_Bleck]

[Para]