shitty short story i wrote... (you'll laugh at the end, i promise)

(ignore how shitty my dialogue is, idk how to write dialogue and you'll have to deal with it)

Curiosity is the best chocolate brand there ever was.

Ask anyone you know, they'll all agree.

That's why it's almost always sold out in most supermarkets,

and that's why i always buy it when it's there.

Now i'm running around the flat, like a headless chicken, looking for my last chocolate bar.

I had placed it on the table before getting up to make myself tea, and now it's fucking gone.

"Barty?" I called out for my boyfriend, wondering if it was him who stole my chocolate.

"yes?" he asked, exiting the bedroom and shuffling over.

"did you steal my chocolate?"

"You had chocolate?" 

He seemed genuinely confused.. but it's Barty, so i cant be certain.

"Yes Barty, i had chocolate, emphasis on had because it clearly isnt there anymore"

"Sorry Ev, but i've been in the room all day, so unless your chocolate was there, i have not touched it"

I suddenly noticed that the flat was quiet.. a bit too quiet for a place containing a cat made of chaos...

"Bat... where's the cat?"

"What?"

"BARTY, WHERE THE FUCK IS OUR CAT??"

"Calm down rosie, he's probably behind the couch or something"

Now i'm once again searching the flat... for my pet.

And yes, i found him behind the couch.. exceptionally motionless.

Which is strange.. my cat is usually the most tiring ball of energy to ever exist.

I picked him up, noting how he didnt struggle at all..

Before realising..

"Barty... Curiosity killed the cat"