Oncest chapter 1He was sitting in his large plush red chair, when his mother popped her head in. "Oncie there's someone here for you"Oncest chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Mother how many times have I told you to knock!!" He glared his mother down for barging in and for using that stupid nick-name. "who is it?"
"They wouldn't say." She shrunk back slightly "They just said they need to see you"
"YOU KNOW I HATE BEING INTERRUPTED WHEN I'M COUNTING..."
His mother ran away before he could yell any more. He thought his mother would remember what happened last time she interrupted him."I wonder who would disturb me" He muttered to himself.
He got so lost in his thoughts he didn't realize someone was at his door till they were pounding on it. "Who is it?" said a little to angrily.
A tall lanky man walked in, "sorry". The man seemed to shrink a bit.
"Who are you? What do you want?" He knew he was asking to much at once. But he hates unexpected guests.
Almost said in a whisper "My mom calls me Oncie."
The Once-ler wasn't sure if he heard correctl
Harvesting- Chapter 2 (Onceler x Reader) “Like this, _______?”Harvesting- Chapter 2 (Onceler x Reader)2 years ago in Settings More Like This
“No, you dope! Like this!”
About a month had passed since I last met the Onceler. This infamous villain had been known for slaughtering of the trees for both profit and other personal gains. Since his arrival, he had made smiley-face pancakes, practically inhaled three packs of marshmallows, and was currently helping me to trim a truffula tree, all the while wearing my frilly, pink apron. He insisted on wearing it to help keep away, and I quote, the “creepy crawlies”. Isn’t he in his twenties?
I was standing behind him, hands firmly planted on my hips, coaching/scolding him through trimming a truffula tree by himself for the first time. I’ve never had a kid, but I think this is a lot how potty-training a toddler is.
When I first told him we were gonna do some small pruning, guess what toll he