Murder Drones bf/gf scenarios

Who blabs about their crush on you? 2/2

Who tells you they are crushing on you?

Tessa- 🚀🤍

Tessa. It was literally her, herself..so I guess this is really just a confession. Which will be another chapter... you miss out on some Tessa rn 😈

Cyn- 🤭🍵

Uh...I'm not really sure to be honest.

You were able to figure out she held you in some sort of value. She kept holding your hand and then she locked you up in the basement.

You escaped and she got upset, then you joined the fight and she like..split you from Uzi's hack. Cyn basically just kinda trapped you with her in some sorta void🧍‍♀️

Lizzy- 💅💖

Rui.

She didnt directly say it, but rather hinted at it.

She was painting your nails and suddenly the subject of Lizzy's behavior around you came up.

"She acts like you're her boyfriend/girlfriend/partner. She's always holding onto you in some way, she sits on your lap on a cute way...wouldn't be surprised if she confessed." Rui put another layer of f/c on your nail, raising a brow at you and giving you a look.

You hummed as Rui continued. You wouldn't be surprised either, now that you think about it.

Thad- 💚🏈

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Mb bro, but it's the same as Tessa 😭

But here, have this:

As I stumbled to the bathroom, the pain in my gut was too much to bear, all I could think about was relief. When I reached the tall wooden door, I slammed it open, walking straight to the porcelain throne, almost not making it. I sat down, sighing, preparing myself for the eternal rush of fluids. I clawed on the wall, gripped the toilet seat, this was by far the most intense secretion of waste I had ever endured. As the last bit popped out of my bottom, it felt as if Pandora's box had been open and never to be closed again. And with the last push it was all over, or so I thought. Suddenly it came back powerfully catching me off guard. I clutched to the thin cotton paper God I wished I bought Charmin. Although this was a second wave it seemed worse in the first it all came out once like a snake slithering out of my anus. When it popped into the no longer clear hydro, some splashed back into my buttocks, that triggered some kind of reaction in me. I tensed up, wrong move, I felt the third wave coming. It came back maybe even five times harder than before, Tears rolled down my face. I screamed in agony causing it to all shoot out, however that was the best idea I had for it was once and for all over. I learned my lesson. Never eat my dad's food again. As I wiped the still solid leftovers, I pulled up my wool undies, I hadent wiped enough but I couldn't care less, my butthole was on fire, rawer than the chicken my dad had "prepared" even though we all know it was store-bought, under cooked, rotisserie chicken that had been left in the fridge for unknown and unestimatable amount of time. I walked over to the sink looking at the window, feeling my new found freedom coursing through my veins but as I looked closer through the window I noticed a tall black hair man with and predators jersey and blue jeans on grocery bags in hand. I begin to weep. I was so scared I could not handle going through this traumatizing gigantic dump of raw chicken.

(Not mine)

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