Greed-ler takeoverChapter 1More Like This
Once-ler walked by in the hallway of his growing factory. Still thinking of what The Lorax had said to him, 'Bad? I am not bad ' he thought to himself.
"Psst." Someone made the noise beside him. He turned but there was no one there except the reflection in the mirror. He checked his hair from under his fedora, then he saw his green gardening gloves change into long gloves that went up to his forearm. He looked down at his arms and he saw his same gloves he always wears, he started to freak out. He looked back into the mirror and saw himself but he was in a green suit that he only dreamed of wearing. The man was a few inches taller and had an evil grin covering his face. "Do you know who I am Oncie?" He asked.
"No-no not exactly " Once-ler fought back the scream and the assumption that he's gone crazy.
"Guess." The illusion purred.
"You're me aren't you?"
"Well, fancy that you're not as stupid as you look my twin." He casually leaned against the side of the mirr
Harvesting- Chapter 3 (Onceler x Reader) As you can guess, breakfast was very…awkward, to say the list. Pancakes were eaten in tense silence, the only sound being heard my rapid heart beat and Gracie licking her unmentionables. Every now and then, I’d steal a quick glance at Onceler, as if making sure his eyes hadn't changed while I wasn't looking.More Like This
It doesn't make any sense, I thought, grabbing the truffula syrup and pouring the murky liquid over my flapjacks. How could that sweet, innocent Onceler I’d come to know suddenly turn into…that? When he came to my farm, he was in tears...but which one of him was crying? The logical choice would be the shy, blue-eyed Onceler, seeing as that one seemed more in tune with his emotions (Maybe a little too in tune, if you catch my drift). And yet, I think the bolder, green-eyed version of him could have also been crying that night. But why...?
Harvesting- Chapter 2 (Onceler x Reader) “Like this, _______?”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