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Greetings, my name is Cakeman5012. 

I'm here to right realistic horror stories, Hot and Cute Fanfiction, and just regular original stuff all together.

Horror Stuff I write about is

Friday the 13th (The Jason Voorhees Saga),

Halloween (The Michael Myers Saga),

and Scream (The GhostFace Saga).

Other Horror stuff I do is my original soon to be creepypastas:

The Diamond Eyes Saga

Sinkline (A horror story about a drowned diver named THADAL) 

And SIGIL (An art-work based horror story about a 14 year old's gruesome murder.)

I also do fanfiction on TV SHOWS/VIDEO GAMES/BOOKS Like;

The horror stuff I mentioned earlier

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Little Teaser:

007n7’s face contorted to a hazy smile as Shedletsky slid a finger into her warm and, so, SO eager cunt. She’s been so pent up for the past few weeks- generators, dodging, die, repeat. No room for anything. Thankfully, Spectre has a ‘glitch’, is what he called it, to fix.

Her hands crumpled the sheets. Her knuckles were whitening. “Ahh~” Her vocal cords shook. She let out an embarrassingly high moan. Fuck.“You like that?” The comment rolled of Shed’s tongue in a satisfying purr. She dug into 007n7 further, eliciting another whimper. “Thought so.”

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HELLO EVERYONE!

I'll be making One or two shots of Forsaken characters! I'll do sapphire ships, gay ships, straight ships, anything you want really.

Anything you suggest, I'll make. Occasionally, I'll add my own fics. Fluff/Smut is fine.

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RULES:

1. No scat/piss kinks (yuck)

2. No weird shit (Vore, etc.)

3. No Underage characters

ALLOWED:

1. Femdom stuff (me likey)

2. Kinks/Fetishes

3. Fluffy/Slow burn/Smutty

4. CONSENSUAL NON CONSENSUAL SEX (Like roleplay shit idk)

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ONE MORE THING: 

Also, everything will be labeled by EMOJIs/EMOTICONs when it's

ANGST 🏵️ | SMUT 🌺 | FLUFF 🌼

THANKS AND START SUGGESTING PLS

News: I'M SORRY I HAVEN'T POSTED, BEEN BUSY! HERE ARE SOME SHORT STORIES TO KEEP YOU BUSY SO I CAN WROK ON SOMETHING BIG!!! <3 11/7/25

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007n7’s face lit aflame when Two Time entered his bedroom with steamed rice and green tea. The LED lights made the ‘green’ tea seem blue, but it tasted all the same. 007n7 held the teacup to his lips, the warm liquid rolling down his throat like a waterfall.

“Wow- this- this is really good…” He chimed to Two Time, who’s eerie smile expanded slowly. “Thanks. My mother taught me how.” Two Time’s voice was soft, but not high. It turned 007n7 on. “I-I love the LEDs. They’re pretty.” 007n7 couldn’t believe what he’d just said. He was acting like a teenage girl, or, from his perspective at least.

Two Time slid a cold hand onto 007n7’s burning hot thigh, sneakily, squeezing the soft flesh with undertones of water colored lust. “Anything else you need, 7?” Their words slid along their tongue like honey. Two Time knew damn well what the other wanted. “S-stop teasing me, Two.” His glasses fell to the bridge of his nose. Two Time drew closer to his face. “C’mon, seven, I know you want me. I’m only a few years younger.” Seven pushed away.

“~- h-hhahh~” His voice melted into a beautiful chord of moans as Two Time’s cold finger slipped inside his pants, and around his shaft- stroking slowly, steady against the recently shaved hair. “Mmn..~ T-Twohh…~” His moans were surprisingly high for an older man. “Sensitive, are we?” Two said in a non-flirtatious manner, but with care. “Need me to stop? Want water?” 007n7 whined into Two’s shoulder, begging him for more. “Please…just…let me have this…” 007n7’s voice was broken and torn.

With a stroke of the tip, 007n7 finished, spurting white into Two TIme’s sweater. “hahh…ha…~” The man lay dormant on Two Time, spent, or wasted as some people say.

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Shed fumbled the keys into his front door’s lock, scrambling to get inside before his girlfriend, Brighteyes, came home. Pushing open the door, he ran inside, the scrubby denim of his jeans rubbing against his boner. Whimpering like a dog, he adjusted his pants, and himself. His cold hand accidentally brushed up against the burning hot base of his shaft. He moaned, pre dripping into the hem of his jeans.

His breaths were labored, and he was almost panting. That damned heatwave was NOT helping his case. He couldn’t help but fantasize about his girlfriend, how if she was here, she would drain him dry- please and squeeze him with her pussy until he was spent and done.

Shuddering at the thought, he opened his phone, and switched to incognito. He did feel a few pangs of guilt for doing this behind his girl’s back.

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I felt his hand crawling over mine. Guest’s hands were always warm, unlike mine, which is a quality that I’ve learned to like over the years, along with his– pretty black hair, and his black eyes- can’t forget those.

His words interrupt my thoughts,  “S-Something on your m-mi-mind, Nu?”.  He doesn’t seem to be mad. Or sad. Question. Answer. “Uh– no, Guest. Nothing much.” My voice is shaky. Stupid idiot me, always messing up in front of him.    

“Sorry- for the stutter,-I mean-” His voice is higher this time. Stupid him being all cute, apologizing for nothing. Nothing at all as usual. My right eye twitches, probably in annoyance, or maybe I’m just tired– Can’t tell these days.

“No problem, Guest, happens to everyone.” My voice is smooth. Calculated, as usual. Why did I have to fall for this guy? He’s so bland. Just another one of those shy nerd type freaks who hit on pretty girls like me. Whatever.At least he gets my homework done.

“A-any new or ‘cool’ s-stuff happen this week, Nu?” His smile is pretty cute- not like Isabelle from animal crossing cute, but more of a ‘cozy LEDs in a bedroom’ kind of cute.

“Like m-maybe… um… any new h–halloween parties, or… uh… v-video-games?” His voice echoes in my brain for a moment. Hm. I grind my braces together, digging in my brain to see if I have any new info for him. Maybe I should tell him about my purchase of Doom II.

“Ehh– I bought ‘Doom II’ yesterday, that’s new I guess,” While adjusting my pattern-laced bra strap, I remember the party I was going to set up tonight! OMG I FORGOT TO INVITE HIM.

“I forgot to invite you- I have a party tonight at eight-thirty PM.” I show him a sly smirk, but I don’t know if he notices. “Oh. Cool.” He seems kind of hurt that I forgot. Understandable, I guess. “Don’t worry, it won’t be loud, or anything… but it will go late. So you might want to crash at my place. I know you live far.”

Guest Smiles.

Noob Cringes.

“I’d better c-call– mother. I-I’ll be there, nu.” His voice came first, then his lips. On my cheek. I froze. Cute. Disgusting. His lips felt soft, and his cheeks looked red. “S–SEE YOU LATER-!” I glared through my yellow hair. “Eh-?” It’s the only thing I can mutter. But he’s already walked away, that damn bastard. I can see his reddened ears gleaming against the skyscraper sided sunset in the close distance.

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And so the night was set.

PART TWO WILL COME SOON DO NOT WORRY!

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Chance’s tongue slid against Elliot’s with a perfect fit, like a key sliding into a lock. Honestly, Elliot, secretly, wanted that to happen later…in a different way, though, still with this similar lust. His tongue, from Chance’s point of view, tasted like vodka and steak. “Not what I expected from a pretty boy like yourself, Elliot.” Chance slyly smoothed into the other’s ear.

“Mmm, you taste like alcohol too, Chance. Expected from a gambler.” Elliot spat back, ashamed for hooking up with a useless money-wasting piece of shit. Elliot slid his hand up into Chance’s suit, feeling the hard stomach. Not quite abs, but he doesn’t mind. Squeezing, he wanted to get the upper hand, didn’t like to bottom much.

“Didn’t know you worked out, sweets.” Chance smiled at the comment, genuinely flattered. “I’ve been working on it. thanks.” Chance’s eyes follow up Elliot’s clothed chest to his pretty but bland brown eyes. They share a moment of heartfelt connection. Until Elliot’s boner ruins it. “Excited?” Chance scoffs. “A little bit. Sorry, man.” Elliot looked toward the door, embarrassed, and trying to avert his gaze. He was even scratching his hair, like in the pornos Chance always watched by himself (Personal thought.)

“Mm, how much do you want, Chance?” Elliot’s voice echoed in the silence of the room. “Mmmm, depends. What are you asking for, and what dynamics?” Chance seemed confident with this answer, like he’s done this before. Concerning.

“Uhh… Oral is fine, I guess.” Elliot thought for a second. Chance shrugged. “And, I assume topping, right?” The grey haired idiot questioned, fiddling with his suit collar, even though he knew it would be off in a moment’s notice. “Yeah. uhh, like 20 bucks.” He finished yapping, finally. “I’ll give 30. I like foreplay.” Elliot scratched the back of his head shyly.

Chance had his hands on the waistband of Elliot’s greasy work slacks. Pushing downward, a pair of slim legs are followed in view, the upper area censored by a pair of black boxers. The obvious bulge, as mentioned earlier, is now more exposed.

“Big.” Chance sighs to himself. “Consent?” Chance looks up at Elliot, who bites his lip as his clothed shaft throbs. Chance doesn't know that he looks so fucking hot right know, at least that’s what Elliot thought. “Sorry.” He quickly apologized, for not being able to control himself. “No problem, but are you sure?” Chance waits for a response.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Is this not consent enough?” Elliot spat, kind of annoyed, but more impatient. “Well, Elliot, I don’t know- I’m just making sure.” Chance’s tone shifted to a more defensive approach. “I-I’m sorry- you’re right. I’m cool with this.” And finally, his boxers were pulled down.

Before chugging a glass of water, Chance claims, “Mm. Hold on. Lemme drink some water, my mouth is kinda dry.” Elliot nods, and shakily strokes himself to Chance’s image. He wishes he had a suit that fly. Chance also decided to take off his suit, and shirt, probably for cleanliness. “God, you’re hot.” Elliot’s moan surprised Chance. “Jeez man, I’m not THAT attractive,” He seemed surprised by Elliot’s comment.

“Please just suck my cock already…” Elliot whines, leaning back into the couch’ pillows and wiping the sweat off his brow. “Jeez, alright. You might feel a little stubble.” Chance easily slipped a few inches into his mouth, sliding his tongue along the underside of Elliot’s dawg. “HHhhh…~” Elliot’s sighing was cute. Chance’s face collided with Elliot’s shaved pelvis. A hand urged him to go faster. Elliot's hand– entangled in his hair.

Chance sucked harder, and Elliots moans only grew louder. He was pushing Chance’s head down onto his his dick at this point– the choking clearly audible. “Ehh– ah..~ I do feel a stubble…~” Elliot’s comment had Chance smiling. “Please, Chance- I’m so close, just- mmn..- ahh~” his begging halted-- as white ropes flew from his cock, and down Chance’s throat. Tasted Bittersweet.

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When Elliot woke, he lay naked on his bed, a few bite marks here and there, but not much. He found some eggs– Just kidding, only a red bull on the hotel rooms’ kitchen counter. So thoughtful, Chance.

He did leave a note reading,

“Hey, El. I hope last night was fun. I had to go run errands. I’ll see ya around Ig. Bye bye. Call me, nerd.”

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Builderman’s eyes glowed in the shaft blackness of this ‘Heaven’ you’ve arrived in. He seemed a million feet tall, that is, from the perspective of miles away.  And suddenly, with a tap of his hammer midair, a road appeared before you.

“Walk,” He commands. You don’t know where you are, and you can’t remember your own name. “I wasn’t asking. Come. Here.” Slight fire raises from nothing in the long distance in and between the road and the black. Having no choice, you start to walk. Builderman’s getting smaller by the mile, and so is the patience in your head.

Your legs hurt. Your feet burn. But you see another man talking in the distance. Spectre. ‘What is this, a god party?’ You think to yourself. They both are in two chairs made of a purple and black textured chair. They have gold tipped wine glasses, both filled halfway with red wine.

Finally, arriving, you blankly look at the marble VFX staircases. “Fuck, Man! How much to I have to fucking walk?!” You feel like shit, but start walking anyway. Up the fancy fucking goddamn marble stairs.

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“And I like, totally let Jason Voorhees collab- but he could only stay like- till this June, so I had to let him go but he handed me a cool design and a different name and said ‘Ki Ki chu ah!’ which meant ‘go crazy’, by the way.”

Builderman shifted uncomfortably. “Isn’t he a murderer?” Spectre cut him off, waving his hand dismissively, “Yes, but, he has a reason- unlike his bud Michael Myers.” Builderman nodded. “Well, it has struck 4:40, I need to go check for server updates. Thanks Builderman.” And so Spectre was gone by the twist of his watch. Now, Builderman sit alone, sipping his wine and scrolling Tiktok, waiting for his new ‘helper’ to come.

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Climbing that last stair, you sigh and slump over to the 404 chair. Builderman doesn’t notice. “Why am I here…?” You question, wearily, kind of scared from the LITERAL towering God before you. “Mm. Pleasure. Payment.” His jacket sways in the wind of silence and nothing.

“Pleasure?” You ask, uncertainty in your voice. “Yes. Pleasure, sex as you call it.” Builderman said this casually, as if it wasn’t flustering. “Oh, wait. I apologize.” He shrank down to your height ratio. With a flick of his hammer, his clothes were off. He was stunningly thin for a man of his age and height.

“Hmm… take off your clothes. Don’t leave me waiting.” He seemed offended. And suddenly, your clothes were off. He waited. “Well? take care of me.” He snapped. He was needy. You draw closer to him, pressing against his chest. His face was burning red. You could barely see his stubble through the redness of his fluster.

“Just know this isn’t anything special. I-I- don’t usually do this.”  His voice was shaky. And you could tell he was hard, I mean, he was naked after all. “Pleasure me.”  He repeats. So you (naturally) kiss him. He moans into the kiss, but seems offended by something. “I said pleasure, not kiss me.” Oh great. This guy’s an ass.

Your hand wraps around his dripping length begrudgingly, the combed hair of his bush tickling your knuckles. “Gross, dude, don’t you shave?” Your comment had Builderman in a fluster. “Ah, sorry, I didn't get to it honestly.” he seemed geniune for a moment, before changing face and expecting you to start on whatever you’re doing.

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As you stroke, his legs shake, as if he’s never done this before– even though he’s told you he has. “Hahh~ I-” You thought to yourself, ‘He seems close, maybe some teasing..?’, and stop mid-stroke. His now reddened member is just leaking pre, and aching for that sweet release’ heavenly feeling.

He seemed angry for a sec, before ccatching on to what was going down. “Ngh..~ wh-why did you stop..?~” His voice was shaky and high. The stubble meant nothing anymore. He sounded literally almost childlike. “I want to be pleasured, too.” You state, crossing your arms. “I-I- have an ass?” He smiled worridly. “I’m not feeling like ass stuff tonight.” The smirk on your face told him everything.

His wings flapped, and sweat fell off the feathers like rain. His face looked so hot when under your privates. You can feel warmth run down your leg, as you motion his head to start sucking. as he lowered his head into/onto your thing, you can’t help but shudder. He’s talented.

You feel around his lusicous grey hair for a moment, caressing his scalp, as you dive into what feels like high. You imagine a white space, a giant bed. Everything is warm under the covers of three layers. Comforter, Blanket, Sheet. Something switches though. Now everything is too hot all at once and- oof. You came. You watch, embarrased, as your warm liquids drip down his chin, and presumbably down his throat.

“Yeesh. S-sorry.” Your apology is nothing. His cum already had spurted onto the white marble flooring. Suddenly, your clothes were back on, and you were in your bed back at the horrid cabin. Builderman sat in the corner. “Thanks,” He said, softly. “I’ll…pay you sometime…” And like that, he was gone.

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Builderman’s nose pressed into the folds of Telamon’s ancient robe. It smelled like dust, rain, and code. He’d gotten used to the scent by now, and he’d found a liking to it, actually. His arms pulled Telamon closer, the fabric of the other’s robe brushing gainst his (Already wet) crotch.

“See what you do to me…?” Builderman whispered into Telamon’s ear, guiding his hand to his own slick-soaked jeans. “Ahh..~ nnu…nnghh~…” His finger moved against the fabric pressed tight against Builder’s aching clit. Cringing, the other exhaled. “Too much, B?” Geniune concern littered Telamon’s voice. “No- NO- more..please..~” his moan rolled off his tongue– almost felt like a sigh.

“Do you want me to take these off, or…” Telamon’s question fueled Builderman’s annoyance. “I mean, JEE– Are we going to FUCK, Telamon?” He retorically asks, whom Telamon rolls his eyes. “Shut up, you big baby.” He retorts, as his hands manage to fumble Builder’s hat off the bed.

He managed to claw Builderman’s jeans off of his resisting body. Slick had soaked his boxers, and some had seeped down his thighs. “Wow. Excited, are we?” The other scowled at Telamon’s douchebag comment, “Shut the fuck up and eat me already.” Tela’s face lit aflame of pink. “J-jeez… be patient…” His wings unfolded suddenly. “Sorry, that kinda happens when I get– horny.”

Builderman’s fingers landed upon a feather, feeling the smooth scales of hair. Tela’s throat made a weird squaking sound. “D-don’t touch- sensitive..-” His voice was shaky, but Builder couldn’t tell if it was lust or fear. He stroked another feather, excerting another birdly sqauk from the man. “Stop touching!” The other gripped Builder’s wrist with scary strength and anger, but Tela’s eyes–, through the hood, showed lust and that he possibly enjoyed it.

The other smugly remarked; “Does bird-boy like that?” Telamon’s grip on his wrists loosened and his wings fluttered subtly. “Shut up.” The man’s growl was low, and sexy– Builderman likey.

(Continued soon, prob Halloween)

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Elliot hated when he had to wash out pizza grease stains from his work uniform, and unluckily, he’d probably have to today. His couch was lumpy and uncomforatable, but Noob called the bed, and that was that.

His cable television of Spongebob flickered as powerful lightning strikes littered the sky. Thunderstorms weren’t his favorite weather. Noob said they’d take an hour nap efore going to get groceries– but it’s been 4 hours or so. Thunder struck again, but this time, the TV turned to static– not to mention the lights going out. He’d might aswell wake Noob. He didn’t want to get groceries, anyway.

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“Psst. Noob.”

His whisper was soft. They looked so pretty sleeping. Their pretty hair littered the pillow– that’d been crushed under their head. “Mm…” Groaning, they started to stir. “Noob! Wake up!” Elliot wasn’t exactly whispering now.

“Elliot…? Whatisit…?” Giggling, they pulled Elliot closer by neck. The boy’s face burned red from being so close to such a pretty person’s face like this. Their lips were practically atoms apart. Well, inches, actually. “You’re so red…so pretty…”

They started to lean closer to Elliots somehow redder face, pulling him in by neck. As they met lips, so did the dream close to an end. Back to square one, on the couch, spongebob- thunder. Only this time, did he notice the bulge poking out of his work pants. ‘Fuck! thank god noob didn’t see this- I’m such an idiot-’ He thought to himself. Embarrased, he covered himself with a blanket.

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Noob’s tongue tangled with the flavor soaked ramen noodles, slurping and relishing in the delicous artifically made flavors. 6 sat uncomfortably in the seat to the right-across the table. Obviously.

“Mmm…so good…” Her voice was so– soothing. Fiddling with his fingers, he nodded. “Cool. Mhm.” He half-heartedly smiled. His brain on the otherhand, was seething. ‘Jesus, what was that?!– I don’t know, I got scared!– You IDIOT! Now SHES NEVER GOING TO LIKE YOU!’ He spaced out, thoughts battling for the small space in his smooth brain.

“Something on your mind, 6?” Her question was deadpanned. Great. He must’ve spaced out– looking in some fuckass awkward direction. Like her ti- “No! Nope. Nothing.” Voice cracking, he cooked up whatever bullshit excuse he could. “U-uh- I just-” Silence. “Whatever.” She continued slurping and scrolling on her Tiktok. He wished he had something to eat.

His eyes followed her lips in rhythm via the slurping. He wished she’d kiss him. Like that will ever happen.

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Taph’s scent was upmost pleasurable. She smelled of graphite and Java, and just a hint of lilac. Dusekkar loved the smell. It was addictive to him, and that is, basically, how he fell in love.

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The fire eminating from Dusekkar’s eyes tickled the soft skin of her thighs, which inbetween, carried the other’s head.

“Mmmm…” Exhaling, Dusekkar nuzzled further. The other giggled, “Enjoying your pillow…?” Her voice was soothing. She patted the blue pumpkin boy’s head.

“Yes.” The comment made her laugh. “So direct, don’t you have any common sense? a fluster?” She asked. He stared blankly into the TV.

“Mmm… It’ll take more to fluster. I’m not an easy nut to crack.”

“We’ll see about that.” She slumped back into the couch’s plump coushons. She didn’t want to annoy Desukkar too much, it would peeve him off.

“I love you, pretty boy~” His blue pumpkin cheeks burned slghtly red.

“I give affection to you too, Taph.”

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Iframes grunted painfully as he thrusted eagerly into Chance’s body. He was resisting, of course, Chance always had to make things difficult.

“Stop Resisting.” Chance whimpered in protest to Ichance’s statement. “I wasn’t asking– I WILL hurt you stupid little shit- ngh~” Groaning, he latched onto Chance’s wrists, restraining them.

His begging was clear. “Ngh~ please… stop-” But Iframes ignored him. “Just- stop moving- hahh~ and it’ll~ ouh~ hurt less-” The sound of skin on skin flow downhill with the fog. He hoped no survivors could hear.

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Iframes clenched his arm around Chance’s gut so he could keep himself from falling. How could a simple man be so gaddamn tight? He noticed the other slump against the generator that they’d had been fucking on. White dripped down Chance’s exposed thighs.

The bigger man smiled. “You like that? You like it when I force you to cum?” Silence. Ichance did NOT appreicate that. He grabbed the smaller’s collar, and growled, “I said, Do you like that?” Into his ear.

“Y-yes…” Tears flow down his cheeks as the sleek sword pulled from his stomach, probably taking the organ with it.

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“Hey brah, how are you doing, man?”

Desukkar asked, tipping off Shedletsky with a tap.

His eyebags shifted with him as he turned his eyes. “Alright.” Shed sipped his water.

“It's been a while man, life's so rad!” Chance added.

“This band's my favorite man, don't ya love them?” Desukkar chimed.

Shed shifted his feet awkwardly. “Yeah.”

“Aw man, you want a beer?“

The questioned lingered with Shedletsky for a second. 

He convinced a smile. “All right.“

Cahnce smiled back. “Aw man, hell brah, this is the best, man.”

“I'm so glad we're all back together and stuff.”

Chance’s voice started to annoy Shed.

“This is great, man.“ Desukkar humbled, nudging him and Chance.

“Yeah…“ Shed stared down at his cup of water. Sobbing guilt. Dusekkar left.

“Hey, did you know about the party after the show?”

Chance seemed a little too eager for a party. He wasn’t usually this energetic.

“Yeah.” Shed replied.

“Aw man, it's gonna be the best. I'm so stoked, take it easy, brah…“

Chance left through the office doorway.

‘If you want to destroy my sweater!

Hold this thread, as I walk a-way!’

Shed sobbed into his wife's arms. She couldn’t comprehend what was going on right now.

His crying could be heard across the living room. All she could do was hold him, to at least THINK she was making him feel better.

‘Oh no, it go, Its gone, bye bye!’

“Hey, what’s up?”

Builderman walked up to Shedletsky, nudging him softly.

“Not much…”

He stared downward into the beige carpet expanse.

“Um, did you hear about the party?”

His friend’s smile was too bright for him to look at. Another reminder.

“Yeah.”

He deadpanned, a little guilty for the blank response to who was supposed to be his best friend.

“I think I’m gonna go, but um,..” Builderman paused.

“…My friends don’t really wanna go, could I get a ride?”

Shed couldn’t do anything but… Nod.

‘Who I? I think, I sink, and I DIE!’

His eyes burned of tears and weed. This party was just another burning memory for him. Even in his favorite chicken suit.

‘If you want to destroy my sweater!’                                    

        (Woah-Woah-Woah!)

‘Hold this thread while I walk A-way!’

He moaned as Brighteyes rode him hard and fast, barely giving him any time to breathe.

The mix of moans and skin on skin made the orchestra of sex, a moderate allegro tune of romance.

Tears of pleasure rolled down his cheeks.

“Is this good, baby?” His wife teased him. He hated it, but also loved it. What the fuck was wrong with him?

His cock was on fire at this point, and he didn’t know how much longer he could last. “Come on, Shed, do it. Break for me!” He  cringed at his wife taunts.

‘Watch me unravel, I’ll soon be naked!’

Her hair smelled of lilacs. His vision started to white out. She grabbed a forceful of his hair as a handle. She was so warm. And loving. Whitening.

He tongue tangled with his, and he was in heaven. So close, just a few more thrusts. Just a few more pushes. whitest. ‘Cmon’ Shed, almost-’ his thoughts interrupted themselves with pure bliss and lust as he-

‘Lyin’ on the floor, Lyin’ on the Flo-or,

I’ve come undone!’

Shed woke in the morning with a note,

“Dear Shed, I’m off to work. I see you have today off, so I’ll come home as soon as I can,

with love, Brighteyes.“

He lay back into his pillow, right arm over his forehead. ‘Fuck, man.’ He missed her again.

I don't want to destroy your tank top                    

“Like the view, Shed?”

If you want to destroy my sweater!                          

“Maybe… A little bit…”

Let's be friends and just walk away.                        

“I love you Shed.”

Hold this thread as I walk away!                      

“I love you too, Brighteyes…”

Hate to see you lying there in your Superman skivvies…                                              

“Shed- what’s wrong…? Please- put the gun-”

Watch me unravel, I'll soon be naked!                  

“I can’t do this– not anymore-”

Lying on the floor, lying on the floor, I've come undone…