DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They are the property of Crying Breakfast Friends and Pepe’s Burgers. I just wrote this for fun. PLEASE DON’T SUE ME!

Rating: PG for romance and crying.

The club was called the Midnight Snack. In it’s prime, all of the ripest fruits and fancy cheeses in town showed up at it’s doors to dance and be merry. But that was years ago, and now the club was just a rundown dive for all the snacks that the fridge had forgotten.

Everything at the Midnight Snack was almost past its expiration date. Everything, that is, except for Pepe and Pear.

Pepe was a burger. He played the ivory keys. Pear was… a pear. Every night, she would sit herself atop the piano and the two would sing duets that could make an onion cry.

They sang songs of romance and unrequited love. It was their act, but Pepe always wondered if it were… more than an act.

The Midnight Snack was empty, even for a Tuesday. By the time the show ended, the only patrons left were a half awake Hot Dog, and a Pickle in the corner booth. Pepe divided up the tips, and gave Pear her half of the night’s pitiful earnings.

“Well, at least it’s enough for Salami to buy himself some mustard.” Pear said, slipping the bills into her purse.

Salami Sandwich - Pear’s no good boyfriend. Pepe hated hearing his name. He was the coldest cold cut there was.

“See you tomorrow night, Pepe.”

Pepe couldn’t let another night end like this. He had to say something. He looked down at his piano and the words just spilled out of him.

“You know he’s no good for you, Pear.” Pepe’s eyes were still staring at the keys, but he could hear Pear’s heels stop clicking.

“Maybe I’m no good,” she said.

“You know that’s not true.”

“Oh drop the knife in shining armor act, Pepe! Who would want a snack like me? I’m just a has been. A nobody fruit, native to the coastal regions of western Europe and North Africa. Heck, I’m not even good enough for fruit salad.”

She began to walk away. Pepe was never good with words, but he was good with notes. He began to play.

“Oooh like a burger,” he sang with tears in his eyes. "Would you like a burger? I’m like a burger who likes you.“

Pear turned around, also with tears in her eyes. There were tears everywhere. The Hot Dog even woke up and began crying.

"I would like a burger,” she said. She ran back to the piano. "Let’s run away together, Pepe. Let’s leave the Midnight Snack and never look back.“

"Just lead the way,” Pepe said.

TO BE CONTINUED!

Thanks for reading my crossover fanfic of the Pepe’s Burger mascot and Pear from Crying Breakfast Friends. I’m still working on the next chapter, but I’m very interested in any constructive criticism so feel free to reply with suggestions. Until next time!