Fruit Snak’s Last Stand (ChatGPT Generated)

 

Let me just say this upfront: I didn’t mean to start a war between sentient fruit snacks and a haunted microwave. But here we are.

It all started when I found a crumpled note in my locker that just said:
“FRUIT SNAK LIVES. ROOM 307. BRING JUICE.”

I thought it was a prank. Room 307 had been sealed off ever since someone microwaved an entire rotisserie chicken in there and blew a fuse in 2019. But I was bored. And curious. So I went.

Inside, it was dark except for the flickering microwave in the corner—Model F300, chrome, humming like it had secrets. And sitting in the middle of the floor, glowing like radioactive gummies, was him.

Fruit Snak.

He was tiny. Maybe six inches tall. Wore a headband made from a Fruit Roll-Up. Had licorice nunchucks. And somehow, I knew: this dude was important.

“You brought the juice?” he asked, dead serious.

I pulled out a Capri Sun. He nodded like a general preparing for battle. “Good. The microwave knows we’re here.”

That’s when the door slammed shut.

The microwave—let’s just call it Mike—buzzed to life. Its screen flickered into a sinister smile. I swear it laughed.

Fruit Snak turned to me and said, “Time to squish or be squashed.”

Out of nowhere, Fruit Snak charged. He was flipping, dodging, chucking Skittle-sized explosives. Mike fired back with popcorn blasts and a scalding pizza roll launcher. I just stood there, holding my juice, wondering how this was my life now.

In the chaos, I saw the microwave’s plug was loose. I made a break for it, dove like it was a touchdown in the Super Bowl, and yanked it out of the wall.

Silence.

The light faded from Mike’s screen. Fruit Snak collapsed, breathing heavy, looking like he’d just run a marathon in syrup.

“You’re a true ally,” he said, patting my shoe. “You have earned the Gummy Badge.”

Then he vanished. Just popped into a puff of powdered sugar and mystery.

Next day, room 307 was totally empty. No microwave. No Fruit Snak. No Capri Sun. But in my locker was a new note:

“THE VENDY WAR WAS JUST THE BEGINNING.”

I don’t know what’s coming next. But I keep a spare juice box in my backpack now. Just in case.