✿.｡.:* ☆excuse me ma’am this is a Wedy’s Driveway☆*.:｡.✿ - a chaotic death note/multifandom fanfic
Author’s Notes ヾ(≧▽≦*)o
Regoob is backwards for booger. Anyway..
☆☆(edited please trust the process TvT)
Deciding whether this should take place in 2004-2005 or 2001-2002. Probably 2002-2003..
officially set in like 2001-2003
And also, there might be random other fandoms popping up here, like Mob Psycho 100, Percy Jackson, etc.
Also some things may change because this is a WIP.
Also, I’mma call the Wammy’s House some other goofy nicknames like WEE-WAA’s or WA-WA’s or WEE-WEE’s House– oh yes and Watari (or Wammy) Weewee or something
pRoLoGuE o_O
“I’d like to order 5,000 piece chicken nuggettes! And I mean NUGGETTES, not nuggets.” Light Yagami pulled up riding a tbhcreature. Yes, that thing with the confetti shooting out of its ass.
Regoob (might scrap?)
It was him again. Last time, Light was seemingly levitating off the ground as if we were in a video game and he glitched. And, no, I am not Wedy, the owner of the store, but I am Regoob, the mysterious goofy ahh, always watching humans’ pointless, yet crazy and interesting and lots of times tragic lives. Yes, goofy ahhs are an actual species of animal. But, of course, I hate monologues right when a story is about to start, so-
“NUGGETTES ARE FEMALE CHICKEN NUGGETS!” Light needlessly shouted. “What do you want me to do with them then? Give the nuggets hair and lipstick?” Wedy, in her sassy tone, asked. “Ketchup lipstick, please.” Light postulated from his vocal organs and proceeded to smirk.
After taking Light’s order, Wedy sighed in exhaustion. It’s hard being a restaurant owner to serve all the characters in your fictional universe McDonald’s of some sort. But, just as Wedy was fathoming all the customers she serves everyday, she sees Beyond Birthday pull up in a limousine.
Beyond was a very tOtaLlY sane dude, with hair was very dark brown, extremely wavy and tousled, eye bags as dark as black holes, and irises red and as piercing as crunchy g strings.
“Welcome to Wedy’s. What can I get for ya?”
Then, within seconds, a voice that sounded like a drunk mad scientist cooed.
“Did somebody order a McMurder?”
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____=*Chapter 1: The Origins* =____
1 year ago: 2001
“TIS I, THE FRENCHIEST FRY!” Mello screamed down one of the hallways of the Wee-wee’s House. He was chasing Near around the house when Weewee the Weewee man announced the pinnacle of humanity.
“Would you guys like some McDoodles?”
L randomly appeared in the hallway. “MCDOODLES!?”
“L-sama, 🚧🔨🚜“ Near asked while attempting to eat a Thomas the Train toy.
“Fuck it right now. I want some McDoodles.” Mello retorted. And yes, absolutely no one has regard for the fact that it’s called McDonalds (or MobDonalds, if you’re Mob from Mob Psy- anyway), and not McDoodles, but whatever.
“I’m starting the car now, you gremlins!” Watari bellowed from downstairs. “Last one to the car is a rotten toe licker!” Mello shouted, extra loud so that his frenemy forever, Near, could hear. Eventually, though Mello sprinted his hardest, Near sprinted harder, and beat him by a foot. L materialized into the car, doing his little frog sit again.
“Are ya redddy kidz!?” Weewaw spongebobsquarepantsed. Mello was having a death stare contest with Near, and L just replied in an adorable, “Yup!”
L sat with the two other gremlins, wondering what he could ever do without them.
W E N D Y’s, the sign on top of the rundown fast food restaurant read. Below it was a rotting wooden sign, painted with the words WORKERS BEWARE.
“Uh, Wa-wa, I’m not so sure this is—“ Near worried, but was interrupted by, of course, Mello.
“Shut up Near! This is the place!” Mello roared, but then solemnly looked out the window, realizing that it has started to rain. The droplets on the windows were creeping down.
Then, suddenly, the raindrops movement swept sideways, indicating how the wind speeds have gone up.
Watari added, “Oh dear. Gusts of wind comin’ up all over-“
“This is the national weather safety report alert for England. Tornadoes coming at around 120 miles per hour. No one knows how there’s tornadoes in England, but now there is.”
“T-t-tornadoes!?” Near fretted a little bit under his mouth. “It appears to be that our car is..” L noted, and after a prolonged silence, the limousine creaked and seemed to be falling slowly backward.
“I forgot this road was on a hill.” Mello gawked, and left another split second before the car was on the brink of collapsing.
“Wait. Did we leave Matt at home!?” Mello realized. Everyone in the car shushed him, but soon enough, the vibrations from Mello’s nonstop talking had unleashed the car zooming down the hill!
“AAAAAAAAAAAA!” L yelped, his mouth wide open as if he saw a Shinigami. “WE’RE GOING TO DIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!” Mello shrieked from the top of his lungs. Near’s face was incredibly stunned, but Near did not utter anything for as long as the car was flying down.
*CRASH!*
The car landed back onto the road, but was zooming backwards down the hill. The airbags released (sorry if that’s inaccurate for a car, I don’t drive one yet), and smushed Watari and the unoccupied passenger’s seat. “If these are my last words, hear me out,” Watari said, and continued to say his real last words: “I…”
“I’m gay.”
“Everyone, join hands in unity! This may be our last moment to love each other!” L gestured his hand to Near, and Near held his grip on tight to L’s. Mello did the same to Near’s hand, and everyone closed their eyes. All of a sudden, everything went dark.
____= Chapter 1: The Origins.. Part 2 =____
=Random cutscene=
“MY BOOTAR CHURNER! IT HAS BEEN STOLEN!!!” CJ (Author) yelps down the backrooms hallway.
“Stolen, you say? This is an outrage! I will find whoever is responsible for this!” L aggressively declared.
“Ohhh, so that’s why your search history was ‘Sealab 2021 butter churner!’” A Lightbulb spoketh.
“Who tf is in my house!?” Ruth Younger yelled from somewhere in the house.
