Chapter 1

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guys i know everyone probably lives in different places but flr sake of story everyone lives in (sus)sex britishland

A loud sigh can be heard from coming from a gray-haired man with a dad bod. He stood, leaning against his balcony, "Morrissey, dindin is ready my sweet pea!"

"MOM SHUT THE FART UP!!!!"

"Okay darling! take your time you gaybo!"

"UGH!" Morrissey groaned, as his mom joyfully skipped downstairs. He ran a hand through his hair, he almost imagines that it was Robert Smiths. Yes.. Robert smith, his well known arch-nemesis since the early 1980's. Nobody knows, but, he had secretly been in love with him for years. Posters of Robby bobby were taped on every wall of his room, and covered the entire ceiling. His room was a sad cave of his not-quite hot babe.

Morrissey has kissed his pillows an unhealthy amount of times while imagining it was his one true love. He has hidden this secret desire from people for years and years, not ready to let anybody know. He has covered his tracks in hateful messages towards his baby girl, he wouldnt ever admit how badly he wanted Robert tho.

*Meanwhile with Donert smjhth*
"RINGRINGRINGRINGRING MOTHERFUCKIGN OICK UO THE GODDAMNF CUKING PHONE!!!!!"

Robert Smith wakes up in a groggy state, picking up his phone that had rather innapropriate language used.

"Yes?"

"Robert! Sweetie! Hunny-bun-bun muffin-ton!"

""Marmar charchar? Its like 7:40am baby girl! I havent even had my daily heroin injection!"

"Dont be silly my fly little pookie snookie!! You said you were working on it baby girl!!"

Robeet smith rolled his eyes at his bestfriend, Martin gores, words. "Whatever my girly girl. I pinky swear!! Anyways honey-munchkin! Aren't we hanging out today my sugarplum twink fairy?"

"Ugh.. ofcourse my little shnookie kookie crumbton!! But first.. let me just get ready baby boo!"

Robert smith sits up in his bed, he stretches his sleepy limbs and takes his morning heroin injection before checking all his socials.

"I wonder how that dumb fuck Morrissey is doing.."

Robert Smith muttered under his breath, he opened up his twitter page to find a tweet posted only a few seconds ago.

"Guess im early to the party!"
He giggles to himself, before glancing downwards to read the following tweet, however, what he sees next shocks him to his core..

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