You knew Uno was a terrible idea - it was the kind of game that could cause even the most gentle people to lose their mind. And yet , bored as ever , you went to play with Parker. He chose Uno…why’d you let him? You’ll never know.

You will regret this forever.

It’s been GOD knows how long. You are sitting across from eachother , your hands trembling as you hold hella cards in your hand - and by that I mean a shit ton of fuckass yellow’s. You are about to commit fucking terrorism to cope and Parker is over here grinning away with two fuckass cards in his hands , the smug prick.

“ I pick…red. “

He said as he slapped his second card down on the table. A wildcard. Holy fucking shit. Not a single chance at winning.

“ Uno. “

Parker added quickly , smiling at you , as if you didn’t have one singular red out of the like twenty cards being strangled in your grasp. Half of the deck and you couldn’t find a red…you genuinely might set this house on fire.