IT'S NOT A PHASE, BENATAR || A Crappy Benapuff Story

chapter 92 🖤🖤🖤

(You asked for it. ) 

(This story is now solely to scare the pants off of chadmcladdad. So that means mountains and mountains of fluff. I still can't believe I'm doing this. ) 

Puff woke up to a soft, warm blanket wrapped around him. He slowly opened his eyes and slowly adjusted to the dim light of the room. Pleasant. Wait- no. He's not supposed to be happy. He's emœ™. Swiftly getting out of bed, he shakily reapplied his shitty and smudgy makeup while listening to emœ™ songs. His mascara and eyeliner were a pain to apply due to his tears wrecking it all up, but the smudgier the better. Trudging downstairs, he was met with the sight of BenashitafarTata flipping through the TV channels trying to figure out what to watch. He glanced to the side when he heard Piss's footsteps, now knowing of his presence. 

"Mohning, mate. Yew've been asleeyp oll noight, to get yew sum bearings," He then said calmly. 

"Can it, brit." Piss scoffed. The short man the whipped out his phone to check on the latest emœ™ news, and something caught his eye. 

"WARPED TOUR IS COMING TO ATLANTA????" Pufferfish screamed suddenly making Boonfootatoot jump out of his skin. 

"Whot?"

"HOLY SHIT, I GOTTA GO THERE WITH AXEL!" he announced, and immediately bought the hecka expensive tickets. 

".... Owekaye..." Buenprovecho mumbled, still upset about what his dare he say, crush, has become. 

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A few days went by, and Pisseth was getting more and more emœ™. He'd cry and throw a pissy fit over the stupidest things, and not to mention, he literally dyed his harr COMPLETELY BLONDE, with pink and black stripes. Benafoot wouldn't even be exaggerating to say that he looked absolutely ridiculous with blonde harr, but it's not like he could say anything about it. He didn't want to make Puff hate him more than he he seemingly did already.