Chapter 1
A ginger haired detective eats her favorite dish of rotisserie chicken.
¨MMMMMM boy howdy do I love chicken! Love it so much it makes my accent southern!¨ Lynne joked to herself.
Just then, her freckled green haired waitress friend who can be described with some more adjectives comes in on her roller bladed shoes.
¨Hey Lynne, it's me, Memry! Do you remember any memories of me, Memry?¨
¨Memry? Like from ghost trick?¨
¨Yeah! I love that game! Do you?¨
¨No i like ace attorney more lol¨ Lynne said as she took the final bite of her meal. ¨MMMM but yeah i remember you because you're like my best friend and you look like Maya Fey if she was irish.”
¨Oh! Looks like you're done! So… would you like another chicken? A soda? Or… Me?¨ Memry gave the detective a sultry look.
¨You? What do you taste like?¨ Lynne asked with a dumb look on her face
¨Want to find out?” Memry was being quite blatant with her intentions.
¨OKaaay lady! Lets spelunk!¨
Lynne followed the waitress to her car. The detective sat in the passenger seat while the broccoli looking one took the wheel.
“So when do I get to munch some lunch!?” Lynne yelled impatiently.
¨I-In here? You're so assertive…” Memry blushed. She then took off her chicken hat, and extended it to her long time friend. “Lynne… I have to tell you something… This… This isn't a hat. It's a real, fleshy chicken.”
Lynne took on an exacerbated "pog” like expression. “F-For real? That hat is really a real chicken in reality!?”
“It’s as real as that badge you’re wearing.”
“So it’s fake?”
“No! It’s as real as you are!”
“And how much is that?”
“My point is that it's an actual chicken.” Memry narrowed her eyes. “I was born in Britain. And in Britain we have a tradition. All girls are given a special hat chicken. And one day, we give this chicken to our lovers, and they eat it. They eat the hat chicken, which is an extension of us, our bodies. By eating our chicken, we become one.”
“So how does divorce work over there?” Lynne asked.
“I don't think that should be the takeaway here.” Memry replied.
“Wait… you’re giving that chicken to me? I thought you were making oral intercourse innuendos!”
“I thought you knew it was food!”
Lynne smiled bashfully. “Talk about bait and switch…” Her expression became dead serious. “Yes, Memry. I will eat your chicken. Let our souls become one.”
Lynne grabbed the chicken and began fiercely devouring it. Bite after bite after bite. The taste of this chicken was utterly euphoric. The redhead had never tasted something so delectable before. This was more than good food, her eyes welled up as her heart swelled.
“The secret ingredient is love, you know.”
Memry’s words fell on deaf ears. Crumbs were flying everywhere and shit it was crazy. A little bit got one Memry’s face too but she licked it because she’s into that kind of thing.
At last, Lynne was done. Silently, she stares into Memry’s soul with eyes as cold and determined as whatever comes to your mind.
”Memry.” she said.
“We are soul bonded. You gave me your chicken. Everything I have. Everything I am. It’s all… yours now.” Lynne’s voice was so deep, as if she were a different person. “I see now… the chicken… It changed me. I never realized… how beautiful you are. The chicken transformed my mind into something greater. I now live to be yours.”
Memry looked closely at the born again woman.
“The chicken doesnt have any magic properties, what the fuck are you talking about?”
“Ha ha! Oops!”
Memry started the engine. “Well, we ARE officially engaged now. Let's drive to your place and ‘spelunk’ as you put it.”
As they drove down the road, the two of them silently thought to themselves about this new development In their lives. Memry was ecstatic to have won her crush, but was great at keeping her composure.
“Wait, I don't know where you live.” Memry realized.
“That's okayyyy! I live on Kamila's couch.”
“Don't you have your own house?”
“Do I? It's been a long time since I've played ghost trick, ok?”
“Hahaha Lynne your character has been horribly flanderized.”
The two stooges share a good laugh before finally arriving at the apartment. A knock on the door, and Kamila answers.
“Hey! I'm Memry! You don't remember any memories of me, Memry, because this is our first time meeting!”
Kamila put a hand to her cheek. “Memry? Like from ghost trick?”
“Yeeuup!” Lynne yells. “She is my fiance now so be nice or kiss your nuts goodbye.”
Kamila heeded this warning. She only had three nuts left. She let the two girls inside.
“Alright, listen up!” Lynne addressed the room. “I'm going to have a thorough spelunking session with my future wife. So, Kamila, get in the cuck chair right now.”
“Do i get to watch YouTube?”
“Yeah.”
Memry laid on the couch as Lynne began slowly. Slowly taking off her fiancé's clothes. She had trouble untying the big ribbon. Memry giggled to herself, finding it cute seeing her lover clumsily struggle with a simple task. Kamila half payed attention to the display as she watched YouTube.
“Bum skibidi dum dum dum yes yes!” The video played. Finally, Lynne managed to take off the ribbon with her teeth. Memry was now fully naked. The young detective was in awe, she had never seen a naked woman in person before. Aside from herself, her mother, her baby niece, and Sissel. Who is also a girl.
“Holy Mack Rell! Memry! Your freckled fleshy cheeks will be seered into my memory forevermore! Quite!”
“Then why don't you have a taste instead of just gawking?” *wink* *wink* *wink*
“Skibidi Biden! Skibidi Skibidi Biden!” Kamila was now deeply entrenched.
“Well don't mind if I hot dignity do!” Lynne rubbed her hand together, and took on a diving a position.
“Meow right there!” Lynne and Memry both turn in shock to the door. There stood Sissel the talking cat!
“I am the talking cat. I have come to put a spoon in your groove.”
“What? Like the cat from ghost trick?” Memry asked.
“Oh yeah!” Said Lynne. “This is my friend Diesel!”
“My name is Sissel, Lynne. We've been over this. Anyway, You really need to stop this poorly written mess of a fanfiction.”
“But Diesel! Come on!” Lynne whined. “There are LITERALLY only eleven femslash fics in the ghost trick tag right now! The people need this!”
“Do they really need this? If you care so much, you'd give them something worth reading. But this? Was this even proof read? Skibidi toilet jokes? Seriously!?”
“Hey! At least it isn't a half baked fourth wall break!” Kamila interjected.
“Um, should I put my clothes back on, or…?”
“NO, MEMRY! Never! We can't let this pendejo gata stop the yuri bus!” Lynne asseterd.
“The people want yaoi. That's why there's hundreds of those in the ghost trick tag. So let's turn this story into something more appealing to the masses.” Said Diesel.
“NOOOOOO-!”
*YAOI FROM GHOST TRICK*
A blonde haired detective eats his favorite dish of rotisserie chicken. Just then, his white suited skinny friend plus some other adjective dances in.
“Geee baby! Sure is boring around here! I wanna trick some ghosts!”
“My boy! This peace is what all true detectives strive for!”
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“OK yeah that sucked.” Said Diesel. “Wait why the fuck is the narration calling me Diesel THATS NOT MY-” Said Diesel.
“See? We all learned a valuable lesson tonight about love.” Said Lynne.
“And I got to watch!” Kamila said excitedly.
“Yes you did! And now all is right with the world!”
“Umm… do I get to put my clothes back on now?” Asked Memry.
“No.”