DISCONTINUED!!!

Vincent had nobody. Literally, nobody. Ever since the incident which left him blind, he's seemed to lose people in his life one by one. Then Scott came along. Vincent had never bothered to take a second look at Scott- bad word choice, I know- but now he knew he could very well be the person there through all of this. But was that the only thing he wanted him for?

Short stories about everyone's favourite crayon coloured men, and murderous furries! Mostly crack, with some serious stuff sprinkled in. Requests open, lemons allowed. This will have a actual cover photo one day.