(If you dont know who Mungo is, then skip this chapter)
Mungo was sitting at the kitchen counter, recording another Mungo Media. Y/N was at the counter as well, shaking as they looked around, scared that HE would be here soon. Mungo saw the poor (GENDER) shaking before pausing the camera. "Why are you shaking?!" Mungo grunted out, rolling his eyes. Y/N gulped. "S-Steak might be here so-" They were caught off when Mungo slammed them against the wall "Listen here, I'M supposed to be the most feared, not that undercooked sick son of a bitch!" Mungo screamed at them. Y/N had the look of horror on their face. "Y-Yes sir!" They squeaked out. Mungo's face softened as he let go of them. "I'm sorry, I shouldnt have layed my hands on you..." "Oh, its alright, I understand..." The (GENDER) said calmly, smiling. Mungo unpaused the camera and continued his lecture. Afterwards, they felt a familiar presence behind them.
"Which one of you BITCHES called me Undercooked?!"
"Oh shit...."
(I gave up)
