Babyshroud Stories

so I got inspiration from a fic j can't remember the name of,and then thought of this. !THIS IS SEPARATE FROM OTHER STORIES THAT INCLUDE SHROUD! that's all really.firat chapter will either be uploaded today or tomorrow.(art was found on google,don't know who did it but it wasn't me)

The blood led into the toddlers play room, which Tommy stiffened at. He was so glad that he put the easiest floor to clean in there, or else he might have murdered the bitch for going in there. All caution gone, he strutted into the room only to see a hulking mess on the floor. The dude was really big, pinkish fur matted with blood and other gore. He, or well, Tommy thought they were a he, seemed to be having trouble breathing. Rough wheezes could be heard through the room, and the dude was all the way across the room... Tommy doesn't believe the world does anything but take. So he takes from it while it takes from him. He was fine with Michael and Shroud until a harmed villain just happen to pick his house to die in. He was just a 15 year old trying to have some fun. Why did his life have to go even more shit? or Dark sbi insticnts go brrrrrrrr while Tommy is just trying to live his best life as a thief.