Husky pov
I'm driving home. I stop to get a beer at the convenience store. I'm gonna black out tonight. I need it. That's when I see him.
Cornelius. I know because it's his coat. He's iconic "trans king" stickers on the sleeves and the multiple clown patches he flaunts in the hallways. I grab a cloth and dose it in chloroform and snake my way over to him. I wrap my arm over his neck.
Do I want to snap it? No. I want this to take long. I want him to have a tortured death.
I hold the cloth firm to his nose and mouth and passes out in my arms. I take off the hood.
Shit. What did I just do??
Fucking Barthemew. I could leave him here but I'm in too deep now. Cornelius must wait. Or...I could just do it to Barthemew. It would hurt Cornelius still but I would still have a chance at getting back with Obama? Yeah that sounds good.
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The Culinary Massacre
Roman d'amourMe and my friend wrote this as a way to make fun of our culinary teacher. Enjoy :) ⚠️Warning⚠️ Smut, and lots of it CANNON ENDING ON @frogz3210 ACCOUNT NOW WITH A CHARACTER AI FOR MR HUSKEY!!!!!!
