"Is.. is this pee?" You blush and turn away, suddenly aware of the intimate pose you were in, sitting on top of him. You both had fallen when he pulled you out of the way of the truck. Sometime during your fright, you had... relieved yourself. "S-sorry Michelangelo.." He smiles and his hand delicately moves a hair off your cheek. He allows his hand to linger there, and he tells you "It's Okay. I'm a golden shower guy myself." All of a sudden, a giant cocoon engulfs him as he throws you away. You look on, horrified by the sudden turn of events. The cocoon has completely covered him now. But, you see him fighting it, and you feel hope. "Hold on, Michelangelo!" You cry. He begins to slow down, his arms going to his sides and his fiery rage dims. But, then, he begins to move.You see his arms writhing, seemingly with a renewed strength. He lifts his body off of the back of his prison and tries with effortless might to rip the tendrils around his sides. He is free. But, it is not Michelangelo.
It's not him. Your stomach drops, your heart withers. His new form is brightened by a column of light, emanating from some unseen force. Two huge wings unfold around his back, shimmering green and red as though the gossamer is made from the essence of the sun. Your eyes tear up at the brilliance.Finally, the light dims, if ever so slightly. You're able to see his face... his human face.
He's black? You wonder to yourself, as you peer up at the godly form above you. His wings are beating now, holding him a foot above the ground. The wind from them lightly beats at your face, cooling the sweat you didn't realize had formed. He gazed down at you, and you meet his brown-eyed intensity. He drifts downward.You quietly move your hand up to his face as he lands. Your eyes swell with tears as you realize. Tentatively, he speaks. "I-" You interrupt. "I know what you are." He scowls. "Then tell me.Tell me what I am.""YOU'RE R-KELLY." He nods and says approvingly, "I LOVE GOLDEN SHOWERS."
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I'M NOT CRAZY I SWEAR.
