David loved his fluffy, he would let it run around outside then bring it in when dusk arrived. But one night his fluffy arrived later than usual. It didnt babble about its adventures, whine about its kibble or cry about going to bed so early. But david had a long day and didnt care much. Early the next morning he felt a heavy thud on his chest, as he awoke he saw his loving pet sitting on his bed… but something wasn’t right. The mouth was just a color patten on its face, her eyes were more goat like, and running down its face was a maw of interlocked teeth staring down to his face. This morning was going to be and intresting day…
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I love The Thing.
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He and his fluffy are already dead. They just don’t know it.
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I’m not sure if I can see the mimic in this picture. All I can ssssseeeeee is a Soft
Soft warm
Warm and s, soft
Innocent fluffy who you should feed consume pet with both your man-flesh appendages.
It does not have pheromones that alter human perceptions. Sketties.
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