i was laying in my bed watching youtube on my phone, just normal things for me. i heard a knock on my bedroom door and in came klockin gross. his soft truscum smile made me blush as he laid down next to me.
"so what're you doing y/n?" he asked, leaning over and looking at my phone screen.
"just watching your new video. love how you destroyed those trenders," i giggled as he ran his fingers through my hair. he almost always plays with my hair when he's visiting me. i love his company.
"i need to tell you something, y/n" he whispered. "i know you're a tucute. you are, aren't you? tell me you are. admit it." he growled as he got on top of me.
"im not! tucutes are trenders!" i gasped, trying to get the 19 year old off of me. i was panicking.
he got off of me and transformed into the true cis king he is and ripped my throat out.
i laid there gagging on my own blood as he walked out of my room.
"stupid tucutes"
