It's Ides of March. I approach the Chocolate Man from behind and pull out a knife, stabbing him. He turns and grins as the knife melts in my hands. It's chocolate. I pull out my backup and stab him again, but it melts as well. I realize it's not just the knives melting; he replaced me with a chocolate clone while I wasn't looking. Or maybe I always was chocolate. He's melting as well, he's also chocolate. The room crumbles and melts around us.
It's then I notice the camera as my vision fades to chocolate brown.
"[!@#$]ing chocolate guy," I say, scrolling past the video reblogged by my mutual.
It’s then I notice
the camera as my vision
fades to chocolate brown.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
