I apologise to anyone that I mentally scar with this story. It's not my fault. Blame my friends for encouraging me to write this. Its a bit.. um strange. Don't read this if you have a fear of chickens, or get grossed out easily. You have been warned.
Dans pov
I roll over to see my beautiful philly sleeping beside me. I lean towards his ear.
"DONT SLEEP. CRAFT" I scream.
He yawns and opens his eyes.
"Danyul. Don't wake daddy while he
sleeps" he murmurs.
I love it when philly calls himself that, so much that I can't help but dance around before rushing into the kitchen to make breakfast.
Tesco's finest cornflakes. Only the best for Philly. Only the best.
I walk through to the bedroom of our apartment. But what I see next makes me scream more than I did playing five nights at Freddys. I see my philly lying there, with an axe hanging out of his butt.
"Philly noooooooooooooooooooo"
U idiot.
