Lovers: XOXO [the guidebook]

❤️/East: A Wizard of Oz Parody (Part 2/4)

THAT METAL MOTHERFUCKER GOT AN AX AND HE ABOUT TO YEET SOME PUSSY ;))))))

I'm so sorry unfollow me delete me stop me put me out of my misery yeah forgive me that was uncalled for inappropriate so yeah put an end to me I need to be stopped (OwO)/

EDIT: SOMEONE SLAP ME I JUST REALIZED 'GIN' RHYMED WITH 'TIN' SO GIN HERE IS BASICALLY 'GIN MAN' OMFG HAHAHAHAHAHAHA (but he basically acts like a horny Terminator here so yeah (Owo)/) 

Someone please stop me. 

Enjoy!

LOLOL

Violet, Jack, and, the vicious basket bunny they decided to flagrantly name Jojo (Letalis: Yes, that was a Jojo's reference), continued trudging their way down the purple brick road to Hazel City, a Promise Land where Jack hoped to attain the adjective that would mend his identity crisis and where Violet hoped to find a proper pair of pants to cover her half exposed ass. 

"I've never been to this part of the path," Jack said nervously, but without his usual stutter. 

"Have you ever been to Hazel City?" Violet asked, her eyes scanning through the noticeably darker interior of the forest. 

Jack shook his head. "I haven't. This path is the only way to city."

Whether it was due to Violet's influence or the length of time they've spent together, the disappearance of Jack's stutter did a number on Jack's confidence and Violet's...titillation. The scaredy cat who still was a scaredy cat began to show Violet more of his cheerful, flirty side--the side of him that wasn't a shivering bundle of nerves or a teary-eyed ball of fear she first encountered on her way to Hazel City. Surprisingly, Jack the 'Courageous Lion' was funny, sweet, kind and the more Violet got to know of this loving, endearing cat, the more she appreciated Jack's freakishly jacked body and his soft looking lips that looked they could do more than stretch into a dazzling smile or tell a knee-snappingly good joke. 

His boost in confidence aside, Jack still was a scaredy cat that was afraid of his own shadow. 

"Do you think there's a serial killer out there?" Jack wondered as he followed behind Violet. Like his wonderfully imaginative jesting, Jack had a wild imagination.

"What was that?" he gasped when a small gust of wind rustled a nearby branch. "Was that an ax murderer? A witch? Oh my goodness, do you think that it's a dog?"

"That's just the wind," Violet sighed, tired of debunking his irrational fears as fast as they came to sprout. Baby steps Violet, she told herself. Baby steps. 

But, notwithstanding Jack's unintentional fear mongering, Violet did sympathize with Jack's anxiety; this stretch of road felt a lot different than the previous stretch of road where Violet picked up her whiskered Adonis. The light had a harder time penetrating the thick thicket of trees that grew taller here and the atmosphere was more stagnant, like the forest itself was a standby for an ill omen.  

While they still walked with their hands conjoined, Jack hid behind Violet even though the much shorter girl barely hid two thirds of his hulking body. 

"Are we there yet?" he whined, Jack's anxiety a stifling chain around Violet's neck. 

"Stop worrying," she a little too tersely and she felt bad when she felt Jack's hand slip from her own. What made the situation worse for her was the constant rocking from her basket. Jojo, having had always been a peaceful little turd in the most peaceful of times, decided to be a raging, bouncing terror of a little turd in the most tense of times. Which included this very moment.