Once upon a time their was a man who liked pears, this is his story.
You looked at the pear, water dripping off of its green, ripe skin. Your hands were shaking, almost violently in your pockets, the urge to pick up the soft fruit growing. The only sound that could be heard was the constant ticking of the clock, but still your heart sounded louder. You grabbed your phone, turning on music.
'N-No... this is crazy." You said, turning away from the moist pear.
"But Y/N, it can just be a bite. A one-night meal." The pear pleaded biting its lip.😏
"What would people think?"
The pear looked at you with pleasing eyes, and you finally picked it up.
you opened your mouth, pushing your teeth, lightly, into its green skin
The pear started moaning because gae.
The End ÙwÚ
I'll add chapter one later
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moist pears
Humora bunch of fanfictions i wrote to traumatised my friend(picture(s) isnt/arent mine)
