Editor's note,
hey guys,, this one's a little bit shorter, but I think it's my best work yet <3
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It was the middle of December, and there were violent race wars going on. The genocide was insane and dead bodies covered the earth. Death filled the air and the smell of rotting corpses radiated off of the corpses (and their cum). Oxy and trash stood over them. Trash had a gun, covered with the blood of the innocent. Oxy had a baseball bat covered in nails. "Wow," Trash said, gasping for air. "That took a lot of work." "Yeah," Oxy replied sheepishly, "After all that work I sure am tired." Trash giggled and grabbed his hand, taking him to a secluded area. She sat down and patted the space next to her, motioning Oxy to sit next to her. They sat next to each other and stared at the many dead bodies surrounding them. "This smell is romantic, " Oxy said, "it reminds me of you." Trash pooted, and they both fell asleep on each other (indianly).
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oxy / corny / trash oneshots <33
Fanficsome cute oneshots! some fluff, angst and NSFW ;))
