TW: BLOOD AND CANNIBALISM MENTION
YAYYYY I WROTE
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Nugget, too caught up in whatever nightmare he was in..., didn't realize what nightmare was about to fully take hold. His bedroom door creaked open.. a familiar monkey stood in the entrance to his sanctuary. I suppose having friends wasn't so bad, after all... they may rarely trust their.. friend with a spare house key.
The idea of being just a friend tormented Max day in and day out. He found the letters he had spent days on, perfecting them, and fine-tuned any mistakes or flaws day in and day out... oh yes... He had found those sacred letters.. half-hazardly shoved into a mere kitchen drawer. Those letters.. deserved a place on his desk.. but no thrown aside like they were nothing..?
That truly showed how much Nugget really cared for him.. for their love... yes.. they were inseparable... woven together so meticulously with poisoned vines that grew from the decaying rose bush in Max's soul.
The porcelain mask covered the other's face, to shade the true frustration that grew on his face. He didn't want to come across as aggressive to his dearly beloved.. no nononono... He was a caring soul with a fountain that wept patience. He could wait for days, years,centuries, or for eternity for Nugget to realize the love blossoming between them. Under rose tinted glasses that people desperate enough cling onto to shun the shimmering true of reality.
With one bold stomp he inched his way into the room of his beloved friend. The word burned a hole in Max's aching heart. Each step felt like it was tearing Max's heart apart with sharpened wooden stakes. Engraved with perfect nothings that Max's would utter to Nugget if given the chance.
In the bed now, Max leaned over Nugget's restless form. Max couldn't help but get goose bumps from how cold it was inside his room. His mind reeled at every opportunity to get close to him. This was a prime example. He couldn't help but drool at the sight of his endless light sleeping so blissfully unaware. For the first time this night he actually thought about his future actions. He could curl up into Nugget's embrace...
But, he knew that wouldn't last long. He'd be kicked out faster than a blink. He stared daggers into Nugget's body. Finally in a swift motion... he had finally got a taste of his beautifully crispy, golden-brown dove.
...yummy...
Nugget awoke with sharp jolt. Pain took over his body from the left side of his face. He roughly pushed against Max, staring up at him with only one eye. He felt the haunting presence of blood soaking his crust and the bed sheets beneath him. Max's 'face' was curled into a permanent smile the bore through Nugget's shaking body. His mouth was soaked with deep crimson only visible from the moonlight seeping into the room.
Nugget felt his vision blur that surrounded his focused vision on Max's visible eye. That unmistakable blue eye that saw deep down until his soul. Nugget's grip tightened against the blood soaked sweater that towered above him. He tried to steady his breathing to keep him grounded into reality. Nugget felt his eyes weaken and his grip faltered. Sleep made his way around Nugget's neck pulling him back into a forever slumber. As Nugget felt himself slipping, he felt a loving touch drag against the remainder of his head. A soft caress the rocked him into the darkness...
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