A Rossifying Romance

A Rosstastic Party

The big chunky door swings open and the maytes Andrew invited slowly come pooling in.
It isn't long before Rosses mid apartment becomes pretty crowded. I tuck my indigo dusty bushfire hair behind my ear and squirm uncomfortably, i don't know any of these people and....i'm pretty shy uwu....
Suddenly Ross spawns in front of me.
"Y/n, are you okay? i lost you for a minute there😹"
Relief washes over me at the sound of his giraffe like voice, and i crack a devilish smile.

Ross takes me around the party introducing me to a few people, whilst Andrew performs interpretive dance on the dining table.
I meet Rosses sister Monicle, who's a total slag but i pretend to be nice so that Ross will want me. I also meet a talking dog by the name of Mr. Peabody, from whom i purchased the best coke i've ever had in exchange for my firstborn child. Everyone seems really nice, and i start to think that maybe......this could be my new start

Whist talking to Rosses bitch sister, i'm interrupted by a loud crashing noise, the shock sends a shiver down my penis but when i turn around i realise that Andrew Garfield has fallen from the table and is now rolling around on the floor screaming "GHOD SAYVE THE QUWEENE" over and over. Ross rushes to his side and picks him up by the chin.
"Ross?? What happened?? Is he o-o-okay??"
i stutter in agony
"don't worry princess" He swaggiliy replies
"he's just malfunctioning- it happens to british people all the time don't worry kitten xx"
"O-oh" i say, as he drags Andrew out of the room.

I was now alone in this party- without Ross or Andrew here i was surrounded by strangers and since we've established that i'm shy this was not ideal. I quickly glide through the crowd and find Rosses kitchen. Finally, some peace and quiet!
........
.............
".....hello."
"AGAUJSHHAJAHW WE SKDN"
i scream calmly. i spin around to see an extremely pale, sickly looking man sitting on the kitchen counter and staring into my soul.
"W-w-who are y-you??" i whisper seductively
the man drops from the counter and slowly approaches me.
"My name is Edward.......sorry for scaring you."
He eyes my toes and licks his crusty lips.
"oh, i-it's okay, um....why are you so sparkly?"
Edward looks hurt and then raises an eyebrow
"I'm........a vampire....."
"....."
"........"
"what the fuck"
"Y/n, you can't tell anyone my dark secre-"
"WHAT THE FUCK"
i punch him in the face and bolt out of the kitchen screaming.
Finally i stop running and realise i've ended up in what seems like the laundry room. it's pretty creepy maybe even cooky or spooky but right now it's all i have.
i sit in the corner of the room when suddenly the basket of dirty laundry next to me begins moving. I stare at it slightly confused, until the basket starts omitting a slow deep growl.
Petrified in fear i attempt to crawl away from it but the sound continues getting louder and the movements become more aggressive.
I'm about to get up and run for the door when suddenly the basket stops. There's silence for a moment, and i sigh in relief.
After a few seconds, the basket lets out a brutal roar and i shriek an extremely autotuned shriek.
A hand reaches out of the pile of laundry and grabs ahold of my wrist, refusing to let go.

{I cum on the spot}

TO BE CONTINUED.....