Tuesday Toothbrush Story!

Hello everyone, Dillfinger here! I hope I managed to catch your attention with the title of this post. Toothbrush stories are a specific type of story that are written by two people. You will come up with a character and a setting before one person writes a few sentences and highlights them in black to make the words invisible (or covers it up if you are doing it on paper). Then the other person will write a few sentences without knowing what the first person wrote. Do this until you feel like you have a reasonable length story, unhighlight it and read it! Usually the story ends up being incredibly hilarious and makes almost no sense. I call them "Toothbrush Stories" because the first time I did this with a good friend of mine, she said that the sentences looked like toothbrushes when they were highlighted.

Without further introduction, here is this weeks toothbrush story:

Benny’s Ballad

Character: Benny Setting: Benny’s Basement Written by: G.G.Dillfinger and H. Guy

In the beginning, it was black. Not shadowy or grey, black. Benny sat in pure darkness as they returned to him, whispering terrible things.

Benny slid down the slide leading from the air duct, landing in a pile of laundry. He loved his basement. It was his man-cave with laundry and rotten food everywhere.

Benny decided he was finished listening to them. It was time for a pancake breakfast free of their torment. He left his basement and pulled the kitchen blinds open. “Pancake time,” he said.

Benny paced around the room, wondering what to do. He dug through a pile of plastic cups, finding a half-eaten muffin with only a little bit of mold on it. He devoured it in seconds.

Benny ate them all. Pancakes tasted better than children, despite what they might tell him.

“But you can’t tell me anything anymore. I have beaten you,” Benny declared, swallowing his last mouthful of pancake. He stared out the kitchen window at the rising sun and thought maybe he’d try going outside today.

Benny flopped onto the couch, a cloud of Cheeto-dust puffing around him. He was about to start playing a game on his PS5 when he heard someone coming down the stairs.

Suddenly, Benny felt such joy he just had to sing. And so, he sang the Ballad of the Cows. “Moo, moo moooooooo, moo,” he sang. “Moo, moo, moooooooo!”

His good friend Richard entered the room, his overweight body barely squeezing through the door. He plopped his fat self on the couch beside Benny. He was so heavy that he launched Benny off the couch. He flew through the air, landing on the pile of laundry at the bottom of the slide.

And so, Benny sent the voices away. “Goodbye,” he said, “I will not miss you.” The voices set sail, and he prayed they would sink.