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OMFG THE PEANUT BUTTER STORY GOT BETTER!!!

I told the AI to continue and this magical bean came out

In a surprising twist of fate, unbeknownst to Kylo Ren, his connection to Rey through the Force was stronger than ever before. As he stood there, reveling in the chaos he had caused, he suddenly felt a flicker of energy, a presence that resonated with his own. It was Rey.

Across the galaxy, Rey, sensing Kylo's frustration and his inability to open the jar, smiled knowingly. She had developed her own set of skills since their last encounter, and her connection to the Force had grown exponentially. With a determined expression, she reached out her hand toward the jar of jelly on the counter.

As if guided by an invisible force, the lid of the jar loosened effortlessly. It twisted open with a gentle turn, granting Rey access to the sweet, sticky substance within. She chuckled softly to herself, acknowledging the strange nature of their connection.

Back on the Star Destroyer, Kylo Ren stood in awe as the jar of jelly surrendered to his rival's powers. His eyes widened, a mix of astonishment and curiosity. He couldn't deny the undeniable truth—he and Rey were inexplicably linked, their destinies intertwined.

"Rey," Kylo whispered under his breath, a newfound respect mingling with his lingering frustration. "She can open the jars."

Kylo turned to Hux, a newfound determination gleaming in his eyes. "Hux, we must find her. Rey holds a power that I have only begun to understand. Together, we could achieve greatness."

Hux watched in dumbfounded disbelief as Kylo Ren stood there, marveling at Rey's ability to effortlessly open a jar of jelly. The General couldn't fathom how Kylo could see such a trivial act as a sign of Rey possessing the power to aid them in their quest for galactic dominance.

"Are you serious, Kylo?" Hux blurted out, his voice laced with incredulity. "You think that just because she can open a jar, she has the power to help us conquer the galaxy? It's a jar of jelly, for the love of all that's rational!"

Kylo's gaze shifted from the jar to Hux, his face a mix of determination and annoyance. "You fail to see the bigger picture, Hux. Our connection through the Force has grown stronger, and Rey possesses abilities beyond our comprehension. If she can unlock the power of something as mundane as a jar, imagine what she can do on a grander scale."

Hux let out a disbelieving snort. "I fail to see how opening a jar translates to the ability to reshape the fate of the galaxy. This is a wild leap of logic, even for you."

Kylo's patience waned, his voice laced with frustration. "You underestimate the significance of our connection, Hux. Rey holds the key to unlocking our true potential, and if we can harness her powers, we can reshape the galaxy to our liking."

Hux crossed his arms, unconvinced. "Well, forgive me for being skeptical, but I find it hard to believe that a jar-opening Jedi is the key to our success. Perhaps we should focus on more tangible strategies instead of chasing after fanciful notions."

Kylo's eyes narrowed, a fiery determination burning within him. "I understand your doubts, Hux, but I have seen what Rey is capable of. There is more to her than meets the eye, and I am willing to explore that potential. Whether you choose to join me or not, I am resolved to seek her out."

Hux sighed, recognizing the unyielding determination in Kylo's eyes. He knew that trying to dissuade him at this point would be futile. "Very well, Kylo Ren. Pursue your path, but do not expect me to blindly follow. We shall see if this jar-opening Jedi holds the key to the galaxy or if it is merely a delusion."

With their differences laid bare, Kylo Ren and General Hux ventured forth on their respective journeys. Each driven by their own beliefs and ambitions, they sought to uncover the truth behind Rey's powers and the role she might play in shaping the galaxy's destiny. Only time would reveal the validity of Kylo's convictions and the true extent of Rey's capabilities.

I've been playing with ChatGPT and this was hilarious.

:: Note :: I did not write this. A Chat AI did. I do not claim this as an original writing that I did.

Title: The Jar Chronicles: Kylo's Frustration

Once again, Kylo Ren found himself face-to-face with his greatest nemesis—a tightly sealed glass jar. Gripping the stubborn container with all his might, he attempted to twist the lid off, his muscles straining. But, as fate would have it, the jar refused to budge. Sweat trickled down his forehead as frustration boiled within him.

"Why? Why must you torment me, you wretched jar?" Kylo growled, his voice filled with exasperation. He had tried everything, from heating the lid to loosening it with the Force, but nothing seemed to work. Each failed attempt only fueled his anger further.

Defeated but unwilling to accept defeat, Kylo's patience wore thin. With a surge of Dark Side energy, he crushed the jar in his hand, shattering it into pieces. The contents he had so desperately desired spilled onto the floor, creating a mess of shattered glass and whatever was inside.

Unbeknownst to Kylo, General Hux had entered the room just in time to witness the chaos. He stood there, mouth agape, his eyes shifting between the shattered jar and Kylo's brooding figure. This was not the first time he had encountered such a scene.

"Ren! Again? Are you incapable of opening a simple jar without resorting to destruction?" Hux's voice thundered, a mixture of anger and annoyance.

Kylo's eyes met Hux's fiery gaze, his chest heaving with a mix of frustration and embarrassment. "It's not my fault! These jars are mocking me! They refuse to submit to my power!"

Hux clenched his fists, his face turning an alarming shade of red. "Submitting to your power? They're jars, Ren! Inanimate objects! Have you ever considered that perhaps it's your lack of finesse and patience that's the problem?"

Kylo scoffed, his lips curling into a defiant sneer. "Patience? That's a trait for the weak. I am the Supreme Leader, and I will not be held back by something as insignificant as a jar!"

Hux sighed, his frustration momentarily overshadowed by an overwhelming sense of responsibility. He had become accustomed to cleaning up after Kylo's destructive outbursts, despite his distaste for such menial tasks. Grabbing a broom and dustpan, he began sweeping up the mess, muttering under his breath.

"You know, Kylo, it wouldn't hurt to clean up after yourself once in a while. It's not as if I'm your personal janitor," Hux grumbled, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Kylo crossed his arms, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "I have more important matters to attend to, General. Cleaning up a few broken shards is beneath me."

As Hux continued his arduous task, his anger simmered. "You may be the Supreme Leader, but that doesn't exempt you from basic cleanliness and courtesy. Perhaps if you treated those around you with respect, these jars wouldn't be so quick to defy you."

Kylo's eyes narrowed, his patience waning. "Watch your tongue, Hux. I am not one to be lectured."

With the mess finally cleaned up, Hux turned to face Kylo, his expression a mix of exasperation and disappointment. "I'll make sure to order some more jars. But please, for the love of sanity, try to open them properly next time. It's getting tiresome."

Kylo glared at Hux, his gaze filled with defiance. "I make no promises, General."

As the tension between them lingered in the air, Hux's shoulders slumped in defeat. "Of course you don't," he muttered under his breath, his words barely audible.

Kylo's gaze softened slightly as he observed Hux's weary expression. Though their relationship was often filled with animosity and clashes of will, a flicker of guilt tugged at his heart. He hadn't intended to burden Hux with his messes, yet time and again, the General found himself in the unenviable position of cleaning up after his superior's destructive tantrums.

With a sigh, Kylo approached Hux, his voice laced with a rare hint of contrition. "Hux, I... I didn't mean to create more work for you. It's just these jars frustrate me to no end."

Hux glanced up, surprise evident in his eyes. Kylo Ren, the Supreme Leader, rarely showed vulnerability or admitted fault. "Perhaps if you approached the situation with a calmer mind and a little more patience, you might find success," Hux suggested, his voice softening.

Kylo hesitated, his pride warring with a newfound willingness to listen. Slowly, he nodded, acknowledging the wisdom in Hux's words. "You may be right, General. I'll make an effort to control my temper and handle these jars more delicately. I don't want to burden you any further."

Hux's eyes widened at the unexpected concession, but he quickly composed himself. "Good. I would appreciate that, Ren. It's about time you took some responsibility."

As they stood there, an unspoken understanding passed between them. Despite their constant clashes, there existed a peculiar camaraderie borne out of shared struggles and the desire for a common goal—a stable First Order.

From that day forward, Kylo Ren approached each jar with caution and patience, determined to overcome his weakness. And in those moments when frustration threatened to consume him, he would hear Hux's voice echoing in his mind, reminding him of the importance of restraint and respect.

Meanwhile, Hux continued to maintain his meticulous standards, ensuring that the aftermath of Kylo's jar-related outbursts remained a thing of the past. And while he still grumbled and scolded Kylo during the cleanup process, a part of him secretly appreciated the opportunity to restore order amidst the chaos.

Together, they forged an unlikely partnership, balancing the Supreme Leader's power and fury with the General's meticulousness and diplomacy. And as the galaxy teetered on the brink of conflict, their shared understanding became a source of strength, guiding them toward a future where even the most stubborn of jars would yield to their united resolve.

This was the prompt:

Write a fanfiction with the following details:

-Kylo Ren can not open glass jars no matter how much he tries

-this anger him and after trying he always just breaks the jar and gets whatever it was inside he wanted.

-he leaves what ever mess it makes

-Hux always is the one to find it and always cleans it up.

-he yells and screams at Kylo as he does so

#star wars #kylo ren #rey #armitage hux #general hux

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thefirstknightofren · 11 months

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I added to the prompt one about pickles and the other about peanut butter

Pickles

In the vast reaches of the First Order's Star Destroyer, the tension between Kylo Ren and General Hux was ever-present. However, there was one seemingly insignificant matter that constantly pushed Kylo's patience to the brink—opening glass jars. Despite his immense power with the Force, Kylo Ren possessed an uncanny inability to twist open the stubborn lids.

It all began during a routine lunch break on the Star Destroyer. Kylo Ren, frustrated by his recurring predicament, stood in the ship's galley, glaring intensely at a jar of pickles. Determined to conquer this seemingly simple task, he tightened his grip on the lid and attempted to twist it open with sheer force. But alas, the jar remained stubbornly shut. In his growing frustration, Kylo's anger surged, and he used his Force powers to slam the jar on the counter, shattering it into a thousand glass fragments. Amid the mess, he swiftly picked up a single pickle and left the rest scattered across the countertop.

As fate would have it, General Hux happened to pass by just as the pickle jar met its untimely demise. With a mix of annoyance and resignation, he surveyed the shattered glass and the wayward pickles. With a heavy sigh, Hux began to clean up the mess, muttering under his breath about the countless times he had been the one to tidy after Kylo's temper tantrums.

"Kylo Ren!" Hux bellowed, his voice echoing through the galley. "Must you always resort to destruction when you cannot open a simple jar? Do you have any regard for the order and cleanliness of this ship?"

Kylo, who had wandered off in search of a snack, heard Hux's thunderous voice and reluctantly made his way back to the scene of the crime. He knew all too well that Hux's scolding awaited him, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement at the General's exasperation.

"What's the matter, Hux?" Kylo asked nonchalantly, feigning innocence. "Can't handle a few broken jars?"

Hux clenched his fists, his face turning a shade of crimson. "This is not a matter of broken jars alone, Kylo Ren. It's about your complete lack of self-control! You have the power to rule the galaxy, and yet you cannot open a pickle jar without causing a mess!"

Kylo smirked, partly entertained by Hux's growing frustration. "Oh, come on, Hux. It's not that big of a deal. Just clean it up and move on."

Hux seethed, his voice reaching an unprecedented level of irritation. "I will not stand for this! You are responsible for the mess you create, and I will not be your personal janitor any longer!"

Kylo shrugged, unaffected by Hux's threats. "Suit yourself, General. But mark my words, those jars won't stand a chance against the power of the Dark Side."

With a dismissive wave, Kylo left Hux to his grumbling and stormed off, leaving the pickle-scented aftermath behind him. Meanwhile, Hux muttered curses under his breath, determined to restore order to the Star Destroyer once again.

And so, the struggle between Kylo Ren's inability to open jars and General Hux's unwavering commitment to cleaning up after him continued, a perpetual dance of rage and exasperation aboard the dark vessel.

Peanut butter

In the depths of the First Order's Star Destroyer, a hunger gnawed at Kylo Ren's stomach. He found himself in the galley once more, eyeing the loaf of bread, jar of peanut butter, and jar of jelly. Determined to conquer his previous failures, he approached the task of making a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich with renewed determination.

Kylo grabbed a knife and firmly held the loaf of bread, ready to slice through it with precision. However, his grip was too tight, and as he exerted force, the loaf squished in his hand, bread crumbs scattering in every direction. Frustrated but undeterred, Kylo took a deep breath and gathered himself.

Next came the dreaded jars. Kylo reached for the jar of peanut butter, his hands trembling slightly. With all his might, he twisted the lid, but it refused to budge. He gritted his teeth, veins pulsating with effort, but the stubborn jar remained tightly sealed. In a moment of desperation, he attempted to use the Force, his outstretched hand exerting invisible pressure on the jar. But alas, it was of no use—the jar of peanut butter seemed to mock him.

Enraged by his repeated failures, Kylo's anger erupted, and he slammed the jar down onto the counter. The glass shattered into a thousand tiny shards, scattering across the galley floor. Paying no mind to the mess he had created, Kylo swiftly scooped up a generous amount of peanut butter from the wreckage, leaving the remaining contents to mingle with the broken glass.

Meanwhile, as fate would have it, General Hux happened upon the scene once again. His eyes widened at the sight of the shattered jar and the peanut butter smeared across the countertop. He let out an exasperated sigh, his frustration mounting.

"Kylo Ren!" Hux's voice reverberated through the galley. "Must you turn everything into a chaotic mess? A simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich should not result in the destruction of yet another jar!"

Kylo, who had sauntered off in search of jelly, could hear Hux's wrathful words echoing through the halls. He made his way back to the galley, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"What can I say, Hux? My powers are simply too strong for these feeble jars," Kylo retorted, his tone laced with amusement.

Hux's face flushed with anger as he glared at Kylo. "Your powers may be strong, but your lack of finesse is utterly appalling. How can you expect to rule the galaxy when you can't even make a sandwich without resorting to destruction?"

Kylo shrugged, unapologetic. "I have my ways, General. If you don't like it, you're more than welcome to clean up the mess."

Hux's jaw clenched, his patience tested to its limits. "One day, Kylo Ren, your recklessness will be your undoing. But until then, I suppose I'll have to clean up after you yet again."

With a mixture of frustration and resignation, Hux grabbed a broom and dustpan, determined to restore order amidst the broken glass and peanut butter chaos. Kylo watched with amusement, taking a bite of his half-made peanut butter and jelly sandwich, thoroughly enjoying the chaos he had left in his wake.

And so, the kitchen battles between Kylo Ren's culinary disasters and General Hux's exasperated clean-up duty continued, each incident serving as a reminder of their vastly different approaches to even the simplest of tasks in the First Order's domain.