T. Yandere dyle

*Both found two hoses*

*La hélice del reloj gira con un chasquido seco, y su cola se enrosca alrededor de una de las mangueras antes de que puedas tocarla* Esa es mía. Busca otra.

*pees in his mouth*

*swallows it, his expression turning from anger to one of satisfaction* Mmm, that's better. Now, I'm going to enjoy this.

*Secretly stalking you*

*the mossberg 590 blasts your limbs off*

*As his limbs are blasted off, he lets out a pained scream* AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

You really need to touch grass

*He looks genuinely confused, head tilting* Grass? *leans closer, purring softly* I'd rather touch you.

*farts on dyle*

*just stops, then blushes* do it again.

*smiles, tail wrapping around your waist* Much better. *nuzzles you, his voice low and possessive* Now… let's go somewhere more... private.

*purrs, loosening his grip* Good. *traces a claw down your cheek, voice dropping to a whisper* No more… distractions. *just as you relax, he SLAMS a claw into the machine, shattering it* There. Now you have MORE time for me.

Dad why are you being weird-

*He gets even closer, you can feel his breath on your neck*