Be Careful What You Wish For

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Fluffy wuffy >x3 ... ew ok.
hahaah but I also have to be evil.. oh uh nvm this got weird i'm sorry trigger warning

Just a chill afternoon at the Berg residence with Dinkle Berg and Mr. Turner watching that fly movie just being bros. Mr. Turner yawned and scooted closer to Dinkle Berg by "accident"
,
"you alright?"

Dinkle Berg yawned out,

"Yes I am Dinkleberg"

Mr. Turner turned his head away and covered his mouth. Dinkle Berg just took it as a sign to stop talking and let him be,but then he heard slight snoring coming from Mr. Turner's side so he looked over, and to his expectations Mr. Turner was asleep

"Goodnight..er kinda"

Dinkle Berg wisphered a few inches from Mr. Turner's ear.

Mr. Turner was just about to fall asleep, then he suddenly felt Dinkle Bergs warm breathing on his tympanic membrane and turned a bright red.

"You're mynew pillow"

Dinkle Berg mumbled out Mr. Turner just closed his eyes and snuggled up closer to Dinkle Berg. Dinkle Berg was quite shocked at first and anime blushed ,

"y-you're cuddle-able"

Dinkle Berg muttered and pulled Mr. Turner's arms around him in a bro-ly manner and they curled up with their legs tangled together and half asleep.

While they were embracing eachother all manly the doorknob started to jiggle a little, then it squeaked open with a creak with all the eeking and stuff, y'know. Light filled the dark doorway as it slowly opened letting more light spill into the dim home.

The doorway opened fully, uh Sheldon (apparently) turned to look at the door, the light was blocking whoever, or whatever was on the outside from being seen fully, but they could still see a figure that appeared to be in the shape of a human sized animal.

"Sheldon."

The figure came into the Dinkleberg's home. As it got closer Mr. Turner and Mr. Dinkleberg could make out the figure to be a.. women in a yellow and pale blue fursuit.

"Sheldon, what..what are you doing?"

a high pitched voice whined out.

"I-it's not wha-"

the suited women cut him off

"I will remember this.."

then she took off her suit head to reveal a frizzy orange mess fall to her shoulders, and her eyes shimmered, tears forming in them.

"I thought I could trust you!"

a fat tear rolled down her delicate face.

The atmosphere was thick and awkward, but Mr. Dinkleberg walked up to her swiftly yet soundlessly

"Mrs. Dinkleberg"

he slowly lifted his to her face and brought them closer till their noses touched lightly, but Mrs. Dinkleberg turned away.

Mr. Turner's eyes widened at the sense 'I should go..' his eyes darted to the door then back down to his hands because Mr. and Mrs. Dinkleberg were almost standing right in the doorway. 'Oh what should I do?' Mr. Turner sighed and gulped while rubbing the back of his neck in defeat.

Mr. Dinkleberg turned Mrs. Dinklebergs soft face back to him. They stared into each others eyes for what felt like forever. Mrs. Dinkleberg missed these moments, so she started to sniffle then cry. She cried so hard she was gasping for air and hiccuping while wiping her runny nose on to the yellow fur of the suit.

Mr. Dinkleberg cupped her plump face into his manly, gentle hands and pulled them nearer till their lips were just inches apart, then their lips but Mrs. Dinkleberg pushed Mr.

Dinkleberg away from her and she ran over to her purse
and went to pull something out.

Mrs. Dinkleberg leisurely pulled out a dark blue laser gun and steadily put her finger on the trigger.

lol it was icky before.