Auto-correct writes a story.

I let my auto-correct write a story, let's see what it did. It started with 'Once upon a time'.

Once upon a time I posted a photo for my first time submitting so I don't know if everything gets accepted. I have the main character's name and the character. I want to eat fudge. I wish for cozy slippers to be the dad of the child she stole someone's child and used the CHILD for murderous uses. Whenever she had to live in jojo siwa's karma music video for all eternity and I am sure that you are curious about the infection and why you are not infected with the virus and the virus is not a problem, but it is You Tried very hard And I know that the company is going to be so exciting when we become apprentices. We already have access to our meet-up and we add onto that and create a story.

Can someone rewrite it to make sense?
 

Slimeglasses

Local Legend
You’re too focused on posting photos of yourself making milestones to pay attention to whether or not the things you do are accepted by society.

For example, you own the main character of the story you’re about to tell us. You also know her name: It’s Fudge. You want to eat her. You wish she were married to cozy slippers. Obviously she needs something like that in her life because she has become insane without it and is using her child to kill people. Another reason Fudge may need the fuzzy companionship of cozy slippers is she has contracted a disease where she now lives in Jojo Sewa’s Karma music video for all of eternity. (This is purely speculation, but I believe Jojo Sewa is either Fudge, or Fudge’s child used to kill people) Aaaannnnyyywayyy the reason I’m not afflicted with SIJSKMVD (Stuck in Jojo Sewa’s Karma Music Video Disease) is because it’s genetic. Also, someone is probably making money off of SIJSKMVD, and it could be fun to shadow them, and maybe join their company, eventually taking over and using SIJSKMVD to change the Karma music video to be a little less… eccentric.
 
You’re too focused on posting photos of yourself making milestones to pay attention to whether or not the things you do are accepted by society.

For example, you own the main character of the story you’re about to tell us. You also know her name: It’s Fudge. You want to eat her. You wish she were married to cozy slippers. Obviously she needs something like that in her life because she has become insane without it and is using her child to kill people. Another reason Fudge may need the fuzzy companionship of cozy slippers is she has contracted a disease where she now lives in Jojo Sewa’s Karma music video for all of eternity. (This is purely speculation, but I believe Jojo Sewa is either Fudge, or Fudge’s child used to kill people) Aaaannnnyyywayyy the reason I’m not afflicted with SIJSKMVD (Stuck in Jojo Sewa’s Karma Music Video Disease) is because it’s genetic. Also, someone is probably making money off of SIJSKMVD, and it could be fun to shadow them, and maybe join their company, eventually taking over and using SIJSKMVD to change the Karma music video to be a little less… eccentric.
I have never read something so weirdly correct before.
Here is a reworked story because I can.

Chapter 1:
Fudge looks around. They are sitting on a beach, with only distant ocean ahead. There were people here before, Fudge had to put all their energy into ignoring them, but their SIJSKMVD must have tired itself out because now they are alone. They hate this life, but it's better than before. (Is it though?) The waves swish across the sand, dragging shells and crabs closer. Fudge gazes up at the sky, why did he have to do this to them! Why them of all people? Living this life over and over just so he can use their blood pressure to charge his freaky science machine.

Fudge cries. They gave up their whole life for some stupid video game they can't even play anymore. They miss Cozy, they just want to see her face for one more minute before they forget what she looks like. Her soft chocolate brown eyes on the gentlest pale skin, with flowing pastel pink hair embracing a smile that took up all fo Fudge's world. They just wanted to see her again.

Fudge lies back on the beach, thinking. How do I get out? Can I even get out. If I get out, will Cozy even remember me? How long have I been stuck here for? Just like that, Fudge's thoughts spiral. They curl up into a ball, their blue hair strewn across the sandy beach. Soon falling into restless sleep...
 
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