Ah, so this is how I die. Opening the balcony door so that I can pet that fat chonk of a fluffy.
He just… He just looks so round. So soft. I have to.
Oh, you think you tought guy, eh shitrat? Punt Skreeee!
groans “where do you guys come from?”
grabs a baseball bat
perfectly valid; chonkers just gives reeeeeeeal toothy huggies
closes drapes
If I say no-one’s in here, he’s dumb enough he’ll go away.
Let him in already.
The job market must be in some terrible state if THIS is my assigned sleep paralysis demon.
~Hewwo, nice mistah…~ (insert Psycho music here)
Kill it like the rest.
Is that another fluffy pony’s blood or is it sinking it’s teeth into its own flesh?
The AK-47 that was concealed under my bed:
Hell yeah I love Salem’s Lot
Aw, cute. Ok,one cookie then you have to leave.
Man… i aint scare of no goddamn fluffy…
But i am scared of this particular fluffy
It’s a nightlight