Slushie Story.

    Once upon a time, there was a pineapple at a gas station. It was a very powerful, yellow and spiky pineapple. It saw a man.
   This man happened to not be very fond of pineapples. He had a fiance, and she was in the pickup in front of the station. He loved his pickup truck, as it was majestic like a unicorn. His girlfriend's name was Antigone, but he sometimes called her Tiger. He called his truck Johanna. He sang to it, singing many lovely songs. He and his fiance were buddy-buddy.
   When Haimon stepped out of the bathroom, (as this was the man's name) he noticed something unusual. The cashier had his hand on on his chest, and a crazy look in his eye. The boy sweeping the floor looked up when he heard the loud thud of the man hitting the floor. At that moment, bells jingled as Antigone opened the glass door and took a few steps inside. Then the boy started shaking and foaming at the mouth. No sooner had this happened than when the slushie machine started to gurgle. It disturbed Antigone, and she held on to Haimon. The boy soon fell to the ground, drooling blood onto the floor he was just cleaning.
   All the noise brought the manager out from the back.
   "The slushie machine is on the fritz again..."
   He tried to fix the machine, fiddling around with some of the parts and switches, but he really didn't know a lot about slushie machines. He didn't consider it as part of his job as manager. Defeated, he stepped away from the machine. It was then that he noticed his two employees, dead on the floor.
   "Great, now who's going to fix the machine?"
   Antigone and Haimon just sort of backed up to where the drinks were on the wall. The manager proceeded to drag the cashier to the walk-in freezer in the back, and the boy out into the parking lot. Then he returned to the room he came out of in the beginning.
   Haimon saw something. It was small, and yellow. It was... a pineapple. They immediately ran out to see.
   "OH MY GODS!" They both yelled.
   They looked at each other, and knew what to do. Haimon grabbed the pineapple, and held it up in the air. Then the manager, Creon, also came out to see. He lowered his sunglasses questioningly.
    "You better put that thing down before you hurt someone, Son."
   Antigone shrieked in disbelief.
   "Boy, I believe I know you from somewhere," said Creon.
   The pineapple flew out of Haimon's hands, and landed somewhere on the roof. Antigone screamed in shock.
   "We have to get on the roof!" Creon exclaimed.
   For the next few minutes, they all frantically dashed about trying to find a suitable ladder. But when they did finally manage to scramble up to the desirable, elevated tar flatness, they all shrieked in disbelief, for their beloved pineapple was in seven pieces all over the roof. They fell to their knees, crying out in anguish. But amidst all the excruciating emotional pain, Antigone and Haimon knew what they had to do. They now had to begin a great journey to save the pineapple, for the sacred slushie gods had prophesied it.
   It all started becoming clear to them. The prophet, the slushie machine had been warning them all along. The slushie machine showed his disapproval by murdering employees. However, Haimon still struggled with his deep-set hatred for pineapples. Creon almost fainted in relief that he had noticed in time to spare his own life, for he knew that there are few fates worse then the anger of the slushie gods. They gathered up all of the pineapple pieces and headed back to the ground. They went solemnly. They put the pieces in the freezer, and went instantly to the slushie machine.
   "HOOWW DAARREE YOOUU BEETTRRAAYY THEE WILL OF THEE ALLL POWWEERRRFULL SLUSHIE GOD?" the machine declared.
   "We are sorry, forgive us, Slushnova!" they cried.
   It was then that they noticed the machines head had been taken. Who could have done such a thing? Thought Haimon. Meanwhile, the pineapple looked upon the dead body in the freezer, pleased. The slushie machine revealed to Creon that the other body must also be put in the freezer. But Creon refused, saying that he wouldn't listen to a slushie machine. At hearing this, the machine roared viciously.
   "HOW DAARE YOU DISOBEY MEE?"
   Then Creon left, very disrespectfully. Antigone and Haimon follow him, plotting a way to make a cake.
   "You may leave, but you may NEVER return," the slushie machine warned.


   They all remained outside for a few days. In this time, Creon and Haimon realized they were father and son, and also that Antigone was Creon's niece. Finally, Haimon exclaimed;
   "We must find the one who will give us the recipe!"
   There were no stores for miles around, so the headed for the hills, in search of a store. But after some time, they realized the seriousness of the situation. Antigone began having visions of putting the boy in the freezer. She told Haimon of it.
   "But we can't, we must get the recipe!" Haimon declaredededed
ed.
   "But we can't make a call without the phone at the station!" Antigone argued.
   Eventually, Haimon caved. But when they got back to the station, Creon was waiting.
   "So, you want to move the body?" asked Creon.
   The couple doesn't respond.
   "For if you do, I'll bury you alive."
   They back off then, until later, in the afternoon. When both of the men are asleep, Antigone drags the body in the driveway into the station. Her heart stops when she hears the bells on the door go off, but no one wakes, and she continues until the boy is successfully in the freezer. However, when she returns from the back, a booming voice greets her.
    "I SEE YOU HAVEE RETURNNEDD."
    "Yes, slushie machine, I will do your will."
    "EXCELLENT, MY CHILD."
    She grabs a Coke, and is on her way.



   It is morning by the time anyone notices what she has done. Creon returns, and while Haimon is taking his morning pee, Creon locks Antigone in the pickup. When Haimon returns, Creon tells him what has happened.
   "Father, I cannot beleive you. I have always been a good son to you. Why would you bury the woman I love alive?"
   "There will be others, son."
   "No! We were buddy-buddy, I'm not talking to you anymore!"
   Haimon went and pouted for a while. The next day, he found Antigone dead in his pickup. She hadn't wanted to live the rest of her life in the truck, so she choked herself with a sweater. Later, Creon found him in the pickup also, holding Antigone, having stabbed himself with a nail file. Looking into the distance, Creon saw the cake of their dreams, a pineapple wedding cake in the middle of the dirt road. He decided at that point to never work at that gas station again, that maybe he wasn't as good of a manager as he had thought.