When rapacious hairless manbeast snargolyes possess an anorexic twink
Don't look now, but your skin is turning green, manbeast. Oh, and wearing a neck choker does not hide your sometimes very obvious adam's apple, dude.
Two guys pretending to be girls. It's the modern world. One a vicious, foot stomping beasty, with fangs, claws and an appetite for blood that surpasses all others. The other, a waify, lost in space mental cyborg of a blithering emotional idiot. It's quite the match.
One day, miss twinkle stars is going to smile at the wrong person who smiled at them and we are going to be treated with a public killing...or two. Aren't we? You know we are. You want that so very bad you vocally tell twinkles all about your fantasy killing, whenever it strays too far from your claws.
If ever there was a creature destined for the abyss, it's manbeast here.
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| This soul belongs to me. |