My Family.

Day 1,170, 20:17 • Published in USA USA • by Pheno Sony

After the release of my last article, which was the story of my life, I received many private messages about my family history. After a long internal debate, I figured it was time to open my peel to the curious public. You see, I was first grown 20 years ago.

My mom and dad were amazing people. Their peel was always bright yellow, and they never got rotten with me. My dad



was a very laid back kind of banana. Growing up with basically nothing, he came to this country from Costa Rica with a Chiquita sticker, 10 dollars and a dream. Dad worked hard his entire life to make sure that if he had kids, he would give them a better life then he had. While working at the factory, he met my mom.



It was love at first sight. They were a couple for five fun filled months before my father popped the inevitable question. She said “yes!” After a beautiful marriage, they went on a romantic honeymoon getaway touring the lovely Indian hills and Ecuadorian countryside. After two amorous weeks, my mom found out she was pregnant. With me.

After many years, my parents ended up with 9 sons and daughters, myself being the oldest. We all grew up in a very small house, and lived very conservatively, but no one complained. We had a happy childhood and a happy life.

That was before we were attacked. A hideous monster with fur as black as night and teeth as sharp as daggers, attacked my entire family. With rage in his eyes, he started feeding on my family, one by one. We ran as fast as we could.



We tried to hide. Two of my brothers were torn apart and eaten alive! Our parents were nowhere to be found and the rest of us were lost and scared. Some of my siblings couldn’t handle the stress of that gruesome beast trying to devour us. Sadly, they committed suicide to avoid being eaten.



Three of us remained. We were horrified by the violence the monster had inflicted upon us. We were scared being alone in such a dangerous place. We were saddened at the loss of our brothers and sisters. It was a nightmare.

And it got worse

The monster surprised us in an dark alleyway. We tried to run away by going back the way we came from. Until we realized, the monster was not alone. Now hunted by two vile creatures, we were trapped and surely doomed. The menacing creatures slowly closed in on us. There was no way out. Suddenly both my brother and sister threw themselves at the monsters and were brutally mauled. My sister screamed “RUN PHENO RUN” before sickening gurgling noises escaped her mouth. That was the last time I saw them. Or the monsters.

I didn’t know where to go. Or what to do. I decided to go home, to see what I could salvage from my previous life that was now torn apart.



I opened the front door, and I’ve never seen the house in such a state of disarray. Tables turned over. Windows broken. Beds destroyed. It was awful. That was before I noticed the blood on the floor. I followed the blood trail to my parents bed room. It was there that my entire life shattered. On the floor, laid the peel of my father.



He was skinned alive. My mother was nowhere in sight. But it didn’t matter. I bolted from the room sobbing. I spent eleven months in pure agony and depression. Suicide invaded my mind more times than I could count, as I realized I had nothing to live for. I wandered the streets, sleeping in cardboard boxes, churches, and even in urine soaked alleyways. Insanity slowly crept into my mind and began to overtake me. I was a mess.

Now, as stated in in my last article about my life I needed a job after these “major events” in my life. It was a difficult period, but one I’ve managed to overcome. Since then, I’ve earned a lot of banana bread.



And just 2 days ago, I had enough to buy myself a new car. I’m so proud of my baby, and it’s the greatest car out there.



So yeah. I don’t know what my future has in store for me. I don’t know if I’ll ever see my banana mother again. Or if she’s even alive. But I do know this. If I ever see those monsters again, I will kill them. I’ve prepared for the worst.



I’ll leave you all with this video that sums up my entire life. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading this, and if you ask for more, I'll write some more.

A summation of my entire life.

(Also, a special thanks to Hadrian X for helping me with my article. You're a true bro)