Mrfruit Stories

The green suited man pulled out a chair next to his friend. He sat down. Only a second later did Christian wrap his arms around Ohm, burying his head in the other's clothed chest. Ohm rubbed circles on Christain's back, softly telling him it was okay, he was okay. Christian simply shook his head, crying harder. Feeling the shaken-up and exposed grasp onto Ohm like his life depended on it sparked something in the younger man's chest. Desire. Of some sorts. A desire to make Christian feel better. // i thought it was funny to make a book.

His own breathing was the only sound Fruit could hear, which was deafening in his ears as he stared at his feet, wet with slush and diluted blood. If he could go back to that day, the one in the Skeld when his fate had been chosen for him, he would have refused and willingly let his life be taken. It was too late now however, he had played the game and won. An Among Us love story between Mr. Fruit and Owhmwrecker.