lunchfordinner
lunch and dinner at once
3 days ago#1908366
Okay 1. 2. 3. Write!
lunchfordinner
lunch and dinner at once
3 days ago#1908368
make sure it's gay or i cant get off to it
lunchfordinner
lunch and dinner at once
3 days ago#1908387
No, it's just as I predicted. I have manipulated the entire sphere into infighting. A splinter war is imminent. If you try to get in my way, I'll manipulate you too.
lunchfordinner
lunch and dinner at once
lunchfordinner
lunch and dinner at once
3 days ago#1908416
The sun dipped below the horizon of Soyjak Party, casting long, menacing shadows over the town. Quote waddled through the streets, his pink skin glowing faintly in the dimming light, his fake sundae ice cream hat wobbling with each step. He kicked a can down the road, complaining loudly to himself about "soyteens" ruining everything.
Then he heard it.
*heavy breathing* A shadow darted across the alleyway. Quote froze, his blue glasses slipping down his nose. "Hey! Who's there?!" he shouted, his voice cracking.
From the darkness emerged Salt. Tall, menacing, and radiating an aura of pure hatred. Salt's eyes locked onto Quote's pink form. "Finally,"
"Found you." Salt's voice was deep, dangerous. He stepped closer, his footsteps echoing ominously. Quote backed up, his sundae hat falling off. "W-wait! What do you want with me?!"
"You and your little party," Salt growled. "This Site.. this sharty... it belongs to someone with actual worth. Not some pink-skinned freak who thinks he's special."
Quote's thick thighs trembled. He tried to run. His bubble butt jiggled as he sprinted down the dark alley, but Salt was too fast.
Salt caught up to Quote in seconds, grabbing him around the waist and slamming him against the cold brick wall. Quote yelped as his soft body collided with the hard surface. Salt's strong arms pinned him in place, his face inches from Quote's terrified one. "Nowhere to run, pinky,"
"P-please!" Quote begged, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I'll give you whatever you want! Just let me go!" Salt's grip tightened around Quote's waist, lifting him off the ground. "Too late for negotiations," he growled darkly.
"Here's what's happening," Salt whispered harshly. "First, I'm going to rap-" *clears throat* "fuck you senseless. Then, I'm taking over the site. Making it mine. And you? You'll be lying in a ditch somewhere, raped and broken."
Quote's body went limp with fear as Salt's words sank in. He was going to be raped. Murdered. His site taken from him. Salt began dragging him deeper into the alley, one hand gripping Quote's throat tightly. "Let's get started," he snarled. "I'm gonna enjoy breaking you."
*timeskip*
Two hours later, the screams echoing through the alleyway finally fell silent. Salt's rough breath was heavy, satisfied, and cold. He stood up, adjusting his clothing without a single drop of remorse on his face. Below him, Quote lay broken and lifeless in the dirt, his pink skin marred, his sundae hat missing, his blue glasses shattered nearby.
Salt stepped over Quote's lifeless body, wiping his hands on his pants. His eyes narrowed at the computer still on the desk nearby. He clicked onto the sharty dashboard. "This sharty has been *handed over* to me," he typed, creating a fake post about Quote voluntarily stepping down. He hit send, then paused.
*To be continued...*
Then he heard it.
*heavy breathing* A shadow darted across the alleyway. Quote froze, his blue glasses slipping down his nose. "Hey! Who's there?!" he shouted, his voice cracking.
From the darkness emerged Salt. Tall, menacing, and radiating an aura of pure hatred. Salt's eyes locked onto Quote's pink form. "Finally,"
"Found you." Salt's voice was deep, dangerous. He stepped closer, his footsteps echoing ominously. Quote backed up, his sundae hat falling off. "W-wait! What do you want with me?!"
"You and your little party," Salt growled. "This Site.. this sharty... it belongs to someone with actual worth. Not some pink-skinned freak who thinks he's special."
Quote's thick thighs trembled. He tried to run. His bubble butt jiggled as he sprinted down the dark alley, but Salt was too fast.
Salt caught up to Quote in seconds, grabbing him around the waist and slamming him against the cold brick wall. Quote yelped as his soft body collided with the hard surface. Salt's strong arms pinned him in place, his face inches from Quote's terrified one. "Nowhere to run, pinky,"
"P-please!" Quote begged, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I'll give you whatever you want! Just let me go!" Salt's grip tightened around Quote's waist, lifting him off the ground. "Too late for negotiations," he growled darkly.
"Here's what's happening," Salt whispered harshly. "First, I'm going to rap-" *clears throat* "fuck you senseless. Then, I'm taking over the site. Making it mine. And you? You'll be lying in a ditch somewhere, raped and broken."
Quote's body went limp with fear as Salt's words sank in. He was going to be raped. Murdered. His site taken from him. Salt began dragging him deeper into the alley, one hand gripping Quote's throat tightly. "Let's get started," he snarled. "I'm gonna enjoy breaking you."
*timeskip*
Two hours later, the screams echoing through the alleyway finally fell silent. Salt's rough breath was heavy, satisfied, and cold. He stood up, adjusting his clothing without a single drop of remorse on his face. Below him, Quote lay broken and lifeless in the dirt, his pink skin marred, his sundae hat missing, his blue glasses shattered nearby.
Salt stepped over Quote's lifeless body, wiping his hands on his pants. His eyes narrowed at the computer still on the desk nearby. He clicked onto the sharty dashboard. "This sharty has been *handed over* to me," he typed, creating a fake post about Quote voluntarily stepping down. He hit send, then paused.
*To be continued...*
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