CHAPTER 2 - Finnocl

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It had been a week since the, totally not weird as shit, wedding of Merel and Lola. They had moved in together. "Hey Poezerd, I'm going out for a bit, alright?", Merel stood up from the couch, looking over to the cat, who didn't seem to give a fuck. She just kinda nodded in a cat-like way. Merel opened the front door, grabbing a bag in the meantime and went off. "Now, where the LIVING FUCK should I go?", she asked herself. After standing there like an idiot for 5 minutes, she decided to go to the park. She sat down on a bench. That's it. She just sat down. No particular reason. After sitting there for no reason, she noticed someone was approaching her. It was a guy, he had blonde hair, and he was pretty hot, even if Merel said so herself. He waved towards her. "Hey lady, want a sugarcube?", was the only thing he said. "What the what now.", Merel asked, confused as shit. He grinned as he held up a bag with literal sugarcubes. Merel stared into space for a while, before shrugging and she nodded. "Why not", she said.

10 minutes later, they were chatting. Talking about... sugarcubes? What? "So", Finnocl started. "Have you and Lola thought of having a baby.... or kitten? Whatever you call it.", he asked. "First off all, how am I supposed to fuck a cat? Also, she's female, so that makes even less sense.", she explained. Finnocl nodded. "Good point."

After maybe an hour, Merel looked at her watch. "Shit, is it this late? I gotta go back, Lola must be worried! Probably not.", she sprung up from the bench and grabbed her bag. "I'll see you around", Finnocl said, as he stood up aswell. "Buh bye", Merel walked off and waved. "He seems like a nice guy", she thought to herself.

Little did she know, the intentions he had.

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