“STOP CALLING ME THE MALE VERSION OF MOANA!!!!” I yelled.

“OKAY, YOU STOP CALLING ME ONION!!” Onions yelled back.

“I hate you,” I said with a hint of annoyance.

“You love me!” Onion teased.

“Sage! Come down here,” my mother called.

“Oh, I get to go. Call you back later,” I said as I hung up.

…

Later that day, before I called Onion again, I heard knocking coming from my walls. I thought I was imagining it, so I called Onion.

“Heyyyyy!” I spoke.

“CHAT! I LITERALLY OLMSTED HIT MY HEAD ON MY DRESSER!” Onion broke my eardrums.

“Oop. Skill issue,” I giggled.

“This is why you have no friends,” Onion said in the most monotone voice ever.

“What are you? A demon?” I joked.

“Yes,” Onion spoke as if this was something she said EVERY DAY.

Suddenly, we got quite. The only thing I could hear was the knocking.

“Let me in!” Onion begged.

“Where are you?” I asked, genuinely confused.

“In your walls. TEHEHEHEHE!!!” Onion giggled demonically.

“You demon-monster-thing! Why are you in my walls?” I asked.

“Cuz, I got bored. UwU,” she replied.

“What is wrong with you?” I asked, though, I already knew what the answer was.

“Everything,” Onion said.

*Okay, um, this was… interesting. It is based on me and my friend’s inside jokes (if my friend reads this she will probably question my sanity, but that’s okay because neither of us are okay)(she actually calls me the Male Version of Moana, like, wtheck does that mean???). Anyways, have a great day!*