Kim and Kanye sit by the fire. Suddenly, ‘Ye surprises Kim by pulling a small black box out of his pocket.
“Oh Kanye! I’ve been waiting so long for this!” Kim exclaims.
“Me too” Kanye says as he takes out the ring and puts it on his finger. “It catches the light perfectly!” he says.
The rest of the night Kim silently sobs as Kanye gazes in wonder at the ring while using her as a foot stool.
Several faint, robotic and distorted chuckles could be heard in the distance. “J.A.Y. is activating again. Get back inside the tent, Kim.” Kanye pulled his pistol out it’s holster and marched out of the campsite. As he unlocked the barricade for the last time, Pusha grabbed his shoulder.
“I wanna come with you.” Kanye looked Pusha real serious-like and shook his head. “Nah man. This is my battle. I started this.” He put on his glasses and walked of the wooden door that’s been through so much these past few weeks. “Lock it as soon as possible, okay? Don’t follow me.” Pusha’s eyes began to tear up.
“K-Kanye…”
Kanye wakes up, gets dressed, and notices the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his life. He says, “so beautiful”. Kim quickly looks at Kanye and says “thanks baby” Kanye says, actually i was talking about myself, but you look aiight.
Kanye stands a few feet away from a roaring inferno, panting, out of breath. The Kardashian Mansion is consumed by towering flames. A camera truck is crushed and flipped over in the driveway. His left hand is wet with someone else’s blood. His knuckles are bruised and raw. His Luis Vuiton zippo lighter playfully flickering in his right hand. A Range Rover pulls up next to Kanye. Kim gets out, scared and frantic.
“Oh my god! What happened!?” Kim asks.
Kanye responds,
“I put and end to the show…forever.”
“I have a special night planned for us.” Kanye says as he leads Kim upstairs to the bedroom where he’s laid out rose petals all over the floor. He lays her on the bed before slipping a mask with his face on it over her head.
Kanye takes a deep breathe and steps outside. He staples a couple “lost dog” posters to some telephone poles and drives back home. Hopefully someone finds Kim soon.
It was the eve of his birthday, and Kanye was filled with a gleeful anticipation. Kim had promised him something big, and Kanye couldn’t sleep knowing it was somewhere in the house. Sneaking out of bed, Kanye tip toed down the stairs to the living room. On top of the huge pile of presents was the one. The gift to end all other gifts. Kanye climbed the massive pile and grasped the beautifully wrapped box with his stubby fingers. Sliding off of the pile and onto the couch, ‘Ye readied himself and began to tear into the packaging, desperate for his age consolation.
“You only turn 35 once,” he told himself, noting that it could easily become a killer hook for Cruel Summer. He slipped the wrapping off and gazed upon his prize.
“D-Do you like it?” Kim had followed him downstairs to observe his glee. “I had it custom made just for you.” She smiled, eagerly awaiting his approval. It was a Louis Vuitton sweater, with beautiful a cashmere weave and silk stitching. Kanye looked up to his concubine with a slight smile, and slid gracefully into the sweater. Standing from the couch, ‘Ye swaggered over to the woman he thought he loved.
Holding her face lightly, Kanye planted a light kiss on her soft lips. Leaning away from her supple skin, Kanye tilted his head and whispered.
“Do better.”
Kim walked in her living room to see Kanye and Scott Disick talking with the director of her show, Keeping Up WIth The Kardashians. Kanye turned to her.
“Oh yeah, Kim, remember that little show you had? Well we’re changing the name.” He declared.
“To what?” Kim asked, angrily.
“We decided to change it to Keeping Up With Kanye and Scott.” Kanye said calmly, picking at his diamond teeth with a solid gold toothpick.
“Why?” Kim asked, her eyes tearing up.
“Why not?” Kanye said, and then turned around and walked off arm in arm with Scott, laughing.
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“Wow,” Kanye said, a single tear running down his left cheek as he closed his Mac book and took off his headphones. “Kanye, are you crying?” Kim asked, worry and confusion sounding from her voice. “I think I just experienced pure greatness,” he responded, opening his laptop to listen to My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy for the second time that day.
