.......

*you turn around to see the entity known as "die of death"*

pursuer: I have no appetite for fresh meat...

artful: ..why..?

pursuer: I feel sick..

guest 345: wait, what? he's gay? killdroid: I can't believe this, I thought he was straight.

guest 345: you have a mouth full of swears and you call yourself an artist? killdroid: you're a disgrace to art.

Artful:*Bored*

killdroid: you look bored, wanna play a game? guest 345: a game? what kind of game?

Artful:F[Censored]K NAH

*i take out a rocket launcher*

badware: you wouldn't dare-

*i shoot it at him*

badware: *he suddenly grabs your shoulders and spins you around, he pins you against a wall and leans in close again* I'm going to make sure you never forget this......

badware: *he pulls you in again, this time he's kissing you harder, his grip is getting tighter, and he's not letting you go*

*he's not letting go, he's holding you tightly, he's kissing you with more passion than before, and he doesn't seem like he's going to stop anytime soon......*

Artful: somewhere private, just you and me.

harken: oh my god, he's going to milk you.

Artful: it's going to be okay, I promise. Just let it happen, and you'll be fine.

*you feel something warm and sticky on your face and feel a sensation in your pants, but your legs hurt*