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yourneighborhoodstalker · 2 years ago

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The Wishes

Requested by: 😧 | anon

Pairing: OC!Theo x OC!Jeremy (Platonic! [they are brothers])

Genre: comfort, slight angst, slight action, cyberpunk

Summary: Theo is conflicted about his wishes after the failure of Jeremy’s plan.

WARNING: slight violence

Loud sirens of the DP's have flooded the area as helicoptors scope the area, flashing their lights onto the ground as if they were looking for someone. There were many DP's scanning buildings and alleyways.

Underneath it all, in the sewers, were two identical boys- twins, actually- panting heavily. They leaned against the wall in exhaustion.

One boy, Theo, looked up to the other and signed with his hands, "What do we do now?" The other boy, Jeremy, sighed and kicked off from the wall. "I don't know… I know Corius knows something. He knows something about the secret software. And we just need to find it…"

Theo narrows his eyes and also kicks off from the wall, seemingly angry. "How? We're now wanted on the anti-neohuman list." He signed furiously, gritting his teeth. "Look, Theo… We'll find a way. We'll just… just… We'll just sneak in! Or apprehend Corius when he least expects it. Like when he goes to the exclusive bot shows-"

The silent boy rolls his eyes and starts walking away in a past pace. "T-Theo? Theo!" Jeremy runs after him and holds his shoulder, facing his brother towards him. "Where are you going???" He asks, genuinely confused. "Home."

Theo turns away again and starts walking. Jeremy sighs and looks down, defeated. His whole plan of trying to find the secret software of specific persons had failed as Corius, the CEO of the Cybernated Guidance Centre, had called security on them. "Stupid- STUPID!" He yells, kicking a rock. He grabs his hair out of frustration, tears brimming his eyes. He crouches down and lets out a quiet sob, thinking about how they failed.

It was the morning. The sky was cloudy and gray, giving a depressing mood to the city below. The wind softly blew, creating a chilly breeze.

Theo was on the roof of his apartment building with a mask covering his mouth so no one could identify him immediately. He sat near the edge, seeming to be at peace. He was just staring off into the distance, seeing the Omeator vehicles fly through the city.

He felt a presence behind him. Though he wasn't threatenend by it as he recognised presence to be his brother. He exhaled through his nose deeply, not wanting to interact with him.

Jeremy plops down right beside him and also stares in the direction his brother is looking in. Theo ignores him, not even glancing at him.

"…"

"… Are you okay?"

Theo slowly looks at him and gives him the "are you serious?" look. Jeremy purses his lips and slowly nods, understanding the given expression. "Okay." He quickly said, awkwardly looking down.

The awkward silence overcomes them. Jeremy's legs dangle in the air, wanting to get his brother's attention, but he doesn't look once. He puts his hands in his lap and faces Theo.

"Theo." He started, slowly opening his mouth to prepare speaking. He tries to meet his brother's eyes but to no avail. "I'm sorry… For all of this." He looks down again, a little embarrassed since he was apologising yet Theo was giving him no sign of attention. "Ever since I took that job offer I…" He sighs and scratches his head. "Let's just say that taking that job offer was a mistake. I-It got mom killed and… Dad can barely afford to get us some good lighting. I drained them because of what my job required. I know you tried to tell me that it was a bad idea- and you weren't wrong. I was so focused on trying to get us a new home that I didn't look at the negative consequences. And it all led up to this." He scoffs, disappointed in himself.

He looked up and saw Theo finally looking at him. "This plan… literally sucked. I screwed up. I know mom would say to never find someone to blame in every situation… but I really screwed up on this. We are living like this… because of me." Jeremy felt his throat tighten. His voice was getting a little higher as he continued to speak.

"Corius was my idol. I thought that if he heard my story… I thought that if he heard my voice… he can make some adjustments to our chip's software." Theo's eyes soften as he listens to the hurt and disappointment in his voice. Jeremy could feel his nose burn and he felt that his eyes have gone watery. He tries to blink it away, looking in the opposite direction to hide himself. "I… I'm so sorry Theo."

There was a silence for at least a good half minute. Theo's shoulders relax as he observes Jeremy's current state. He looked back at the city and watched the lights and animations play out. He was in deep thought as he watches the city.

He slowly turns to Jeremy. He hesitates, but taps his brother's knee, causing him to turn. Theo held his hands up, ready to sign. He stop for a good ten seconds to think about what he was gonna say. "It's not your fault." He signed. Jeremy opened his mouth to say something but was cut off when Theo held his hand out to him, telling him to stop.

"You were young and stupid. You still are."

"Hey-"

"But Corius took advantage of you. We didn't know this would happen. But you had good intentions."

Theo stops for a few seconds to think, and then he starts again. "When you adjust your software, I want to also adjust my software." Jeremy slowly nodded. "Of course you are. It's your software, too-" Theo shushes him with his finger. "The very first thing I want to adjust before anything else… is to have a voice." His brother raised a brow. He was a little bit confused. "I wish I could have a voice so I can fight with you. I want to yell, talk, and make sounds to grab attention. I can't do anything if I'm silent."

Jeremy sighed. "Theo… You still have a voice either way." Theo shook his head. "You don't understand. If we both have the power of speech… We can go against the CGC fully. We can finally give everyone equality. And you'll need more than once voice. I want the ability to feel with a voice. That's my wish…" He finished signing.

Jeremy stares at him, taking in everything his brother had told him. The software had programmed Theo's life differently than most kids in the city. He had lost his voice at the age of ten when some bullies had taken him hostage for fun and games. They ended scarring him for life when they had almost killed him. He couldn't speak ever since. Only small noises come out of his mouth when he was hurt or scared.

Theo's voice was everything to him. He was the most talkative in the family and loved singing. It was rather his passion to speak up. But instead, his voice ended up getting taken away when he decided to use it at the wrong time and wrong situation. So Jeremy knew why he would want his voice back.

The two sat there in silence. It wasn't an awkward nor comfortable silence. It was rather a moment of thought. Jeremy then scooted closer and slung an arm around his brother's shoulders.

"Theo… It's going to be a very difficult process…" Theo looks down, expecting that response. "But it's not impossible." He looks up again, smiling a bit. His brother smiles back, patting his back. "We're going to get some help. And we're going to get those wishes."

Theo's smile widens and he hugs Jeremy. It was a weird feeling at first since they rarely hug but it had a warm feeling of belonging. They hug each other tightly for a few moments before pulling back.

Theo then signs to him. "I love you, brother." Jeremy smiles widely and signs back, "I love you, too." They chuckle and did their special twins handshake. "Let's go." They stand up and walk back down to their apartment.

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For You

Requested by: 🧼🫧 | anon

Pairing: Yandere!Mark x GN!Reader, David x GN!Reader

Genre: yandere, romance, thriller

Summary: Mark has been noticing that the popular guy is a little too close with you…

WARNING: yandere (of course), extreme emotion, murder, blood, mature (due to murder content), manipulation

Note! this story does not follow the events or storyline that happens in Killing Mr. Griffin!

“Please get out your textbooks and open up to page 57.” Mr. Griffin, the strict English teacher, voiced out to the class as he glanced around the room. The class quietly groaned but took out their textbooks from their bag.

Though his eyes caught onto one student; David Ruggles, who seemed to not have his book out. “Mister Ruggles, may I ask why you do not have your textbook out and on your desk?” The boy looks up, a bit startled. “Um… I—”

He was cut off when the classroom door suddenly opened. Everyone turned to see who it was. “Sorry I’m late sir.” You nervously said, slowly walking to your seat— which was right next to David.

Mr. Griffin sighs in disappointment. “This is your last warning for the term, (Last Name). It better not happen again.” You nod, gulping a bit. The old man then points to David. “It seems Mister Ruggles has forgotten his textbook. Would you please share yours with him for the time-being?” You nod again, pulling out your textbook and placing it on the table.

“What page number, sir?”

“Page 57.”

David scoots his desk closer to yours to look at your book. He makes eye contact with you and smiled a bit. “Hey.” He greets. “Hi.” You also greet, smiling back.

From behind you two, there was the cold boy with thrilling gray eyes and a calm demeanour. You always thought he was cute but never approached him because of how intimidating he was. You thought that Mark was such a cool guy.

You felt like someone was burning holes at your head and David’s. So you turn and look but everyone behind you had their eyes on the textbook. You turn back and read with the boy next to you.

‘Why does it feel like someone is staring?’ You thought but quickly shook off the thought when David had tapped your arm. “Can you flip to the next page, please?” You nodded, a little confused since he could’ve done it himself.

Someone scoffs quietly behind them. ‘I would’ve done it instead of being a stupid little asshole…’ They thought.

You look behind you out of curiosity and see Mark staring at you. You felt shivers going down your spine at his cold gaze. When you looked at him, something about him made you wonder. You wanted to talk to him more but he was just so… scary.

So you gave him a small smile and wave before turning back to the book. You shift in your seat a bit after that little gesture, feeling unsure about how his reaction was. What was he thinking about you? He probably thinks you’re a weirdo… right?

Mark was fiddling with his pen, staring at it. Some might’ve thought he was just thinking about assignments or cars but no. His mind wasn’t even anything near those topics.

He was thinking about you.

Your eyes looking at him.

Your smile at him.

Your hand waving at him.

You turned your body to see him.

That’s all he could focus on. He wanted you— he needed you. He wanted to hold you close and whisper into your ears sweet nothings. He wanted to feel your comfortable warmth. He wanted to hear your voice speak to him.

You’re just so funny, smart, caring, genuine, beautiful… Who wouldn’t want to date you? You’re straight up perfect in his eyes.

He purses his lips at the thoughts that had crossed his mind. He stops moving his pen, staring at the math worksheet on his desk. He then tightens his pen.

He is in love with you. In fact, he is infatuated with you. He’s obsessed with you. He needs you and you only. Nobody else will ever replace you. Not even Lana could match up to you.

And nobody will take you away from him. He’s certain that you and him will be together. Forever, even.

He vowed himself at that very moment that he will protect you and harm anyone and anything that hurts you.

He will… win you.

“So what’re your plans this weekend?” David asked you, putting his hands in his pockets as he was walking with you.

“Ah… Well… I might go to a party with my family friends.”

“Oh okay. Do you wanna hangout then? Like whenever you’re available.”

“Oh well… Sure. I guess.”

David smiles widely and lets out a breathy chuckle. “Great! Can I have your house number?” I nodded. “Yeah, let me just write it down for you.” I stop by the lockers and take the backpack off my shoulders. I take out a piece of paper and a pencil, writing my number down.

I give him the paper after writing my number down. “There you go. My mom usually picks up the phone so… just a warning.” David nods.

“Okay. I’ll call you. When are you going to your family’s party?”

“Saturday.”

“Sunday it is, then.”

“Okay. I’ll be expecting it.”

“Yep. I’ll see you.”

David walks away, excitedly clenching the piece of paper in his hand. He couldn’t believe he actually got your house number!

David starts walking the through the empty parking lot since it was in the direction of his home. He honestly couldn’t wait to tell his mom and grandmother.

He still had the paper in hand. As he walked pass a car, he heard a door open. “Hey David!” He turned and saw Mark. “Oh hey. Sup man.” He smiles at him but Mark had a blank expression as he approaches him. “What did you need?”

Mark stops a few feet in front of him and looked down at his hand. “What’s that you got there?” David looks down and his smile widens. “Oh. It’s (Name)’s house number. They wanted to hang out so.” Mark raised his eyebrows in surprise. “They wanted to hang out with you?” He asked in “interest,” inching closer. “Yeah. I’m planning on maybe a football game.” Mark narrowed his eyes a bit for a quick second. “Oh really? That’s nice.” They both chuckle and nod at each other.

But that moment quickly ended when Mark had snatched the paper out of his hands and crunched it up, shoving it in his pocket.

“What the hell man?! What’re you doing?!” David tried going after the paper but Mark puts his hand on his chest, preventing him from doing so. “You asking them out? Right. Like that’s gonna fucking happen.”

POW!

Mark punched David’s face really hard, making him fall down. The blonde boy groans and holds his face in pain and slight fear. He tries to get back up but then—

WHOP!

The boy had kicked him right in the face so hard. Out came blood from the boy’s mouth as his head shot back from the impact. David’s head hits the concrete. He was experiencing such pain that he’s never experienced before. He weakly looked up at Mark. “(Name) likes gardens you shithead.”

The boy grabs David’s collar and gives him one final punch.

POW!

David falls back down, unconscious and his lip and nose bleeding. His left eye had developed a bruise and his cheeks were swollen.

Mark sighs and opens his car door. He grabs David’s ankles and drags him across the ground and to his car. He then stops and smiles a bit. He starts chuckling. He was in amusement at the fact that DAVID tried to go on a date with you. Overall— David is not good enough for you. Why should anybody be good enough for you when there was him.

If he had to get rid of anyone to make sure you think that way, he will.

It was night time. You were expecting a call from David but you didn’t. Not like you cared or anything since you knew he was a bit too enthusiastic about getting your house number.

You asking your mother if anyone called and getting a negative response surprised you. You shrugged it off, thinking that he has a life too and he was probably taking care of his grandmother.

“Honey! Can you take out the trash really quick? I have to feed the cat!” Your mom shouted from downstairs. “Okay!” You yell back, putting your drawing book down and heading downstairs.

You head into the kitchen and got the trash can. “So who is coming to the family party again?” You asked, passing by your mom and heading to the back door. “Oh. Basically everyone except for Uncle Ted and Aunt Darling.” She responded, putting the cat’s food bowl down for your cat, Pepper, to eat.

“Oh… Shame.” You open the door and head out. You walk down the steps of the stairway of the backyard. You walk closer and closer to the trash bins.

You open one of the lids and put the trash in. You close it, sighing in relief that that’s over. Then you hear rustling on the other side of the house. You furrow your eyebrows at the unfamiliar, uncomfortable sound.

You slowly and quietly walk to the source of the noise. You press your back on the wall of the house and slowly peaked your head around the corner.

That’s when you saw a familiar figure standing and looking down at something. ‘That hair… that brown jacket…’ You widened your eyes when you saw— what you could’ve sworn was blood— dripping down his hand… and down to his knife that he was holding.

You let out a shaky breath out of fear, stepping back. You were afraid. Your heart was racing and you felt lightheaded. Was this real? Was that blood? What’s happening? What did he do? Is he gonna hurt you, too? Are you just seeing things?

You blink rapidly and even rub your eyes. Though the figure was sure, indeed, still there. He was so familiar. You could’ve sworn you knew him.

You let your eyes slowly travel down his figure; down his back… down to his legs… down to his feet… and another pair of feet. Your mouth and throat goes dry when you realise there’s a body laying on the floor and that’s what this figure is standing in front of. You gasp, feeling tears well up in your eyes and your chest tightening in fear.

The intruder looks up from the noise that came out from your mouth and slowly turns to look at you. Your eyes were then as wide as saucers as you recognised the man. “M-Mark?!” You choke out, stepping back again.

The boy doesn’t respond, staying eerily silent as his cold gray eyes stare into your soul. Those gray eyes… you don’t know why… but you feel something twist in your chest as you look into him. For a moment you were in a trance at him.

So there you both were. Staring at each other. No words exchanged at all. You quickly snap out of it once you realised your mom and dad are inside.

You slowly start stepping back. “What… are… you doing…” You breathe out, your pupils shrinking as Mark stepped up.

He breathes in and looks back at the body lying in the ground. He steps aside and points at it. “Recognise him?” You narrow your eyes to try to see more in the dark.

Sure enough. You recognise that jacket with the school’s letter and mascot. You also recognise the face. “David?! What did you do to him?!” You lurch forward to try to get a better look at him but Mark blocks your way, holding up his bloody knife. You let out a small yelp and jump as you see the bloody knife in front of you.

“O-Oh god… Y-You… You…” Mark smiles a bit. “You’re cute when you stutter.” He claps his hands a bit. “But yeah. Your thoughts are the same as mine baby.” He steps forward suddenly, going close to your face. “I killed him.” He whispers lowly.

You let out a noise of shock and fear, stepping back. “W-What?! Why?! Why would you do that?—” You interrupted by your own hard, fast breathing. You were hyperventilating. Mark sees this and tilts his scared.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared, (Name)…” He says in a mockingly and soft way, slowly approaches you. “Are you?” He puts a hand on your shoulder but you hold his wrist and push it away. “Don’t touch me.” You said, your voice shaky.

“Are you scared of me? Do you fear me?” He asked, not taking your push as an answer. He inches closer, his face close to yours that you can feel his hot breath fanning down your face.

“…”

“Answer, sweetheart…”

He tilts your chin up, forcing you to make eye contact with him. His intense gaze dominates you entirely, making your knees weak. “… Yes…” You answer quietly. He smirks a bit and pat your cheek. “Good. Now…” He draws the knife up again and gently places the tip of the blade on your cheek.

“I am very aware that your mom and dad are inside right now. But even if you do scream or cry for help, your life will be taken by me either way so… be a good, cooperative partner and you won’t die, ‘mkay? I would be so heartbroken if I had to kill you…”

Mark frowns at you, looking into your eyes with a soft expression. Out of survival instinct, you nod slowly. He smiles, delighted of your response. “You’re so adorable…” He takes the knife off your cheek and places it in his knife holster.

He looks up back at you before sighing a bit. He gently grabs your hands and brings you close. You flinch at the touch, and he wasn’t surprised.

“Hey… I did this for you… David wanted to do bad things to you… And I wanted to make sure he doesn’t hurt you. I never ever want to see you get hurt. Especially by someone as stupid as him.”

His hands slowly slide up to caress the sides of your neck. Something about him right now made you feel… comfort? It was like he was luring you in.

“Don’t you worry. I’ll get rid of him for good and we can go to your favourite garden, okay?” He assures in a comforting tone. You slowly nod, your breathing going steady again. “Just the two of us.” He says, smiling.

He lets go. He grabs one of your hands and kisses the back of it. “I’ll be back. For now just go on with your night. I’ll call you tomorrow morning.” You nod, gulping.

You still felt afraid… but not as much anymore. You felt comfort in his words, strangely. You aren’t supposed to, but you did. Why is that? Is it because a man like Mark protected you from possibly danger?

“Goodnight, my sweet. Rest well because I’m taking you to the gardens tomorrow.” He smiles at her, acting casually as if he wasn’t dragging a body right now.

You slowly turn and walk back to your backdoor. You opened it and go through. Your eyes caught sight of Pepper, who was eating. You smile a bit, relieved to see some light of the day.

You sat in the chair of the kitchen and stare at Pepper. Your mind began to race with thoughts like crazy. What the hell just happened? Did you just see a dead body and did nothing? Why are you so… attracted to him? Why did he say all of that to you?

You sigh, rubbing your temples in frustration and confusion. You felt stressed. You just let him walk off casually dragging David’s dead body around.

You then heard the house phone ring. You gulp and get up from the chair, walking to it. You reach for the phone but hesitate. What if it’s him?

You inhale deeply and finally answer the phone. “(Last Name)’s residence. How may I help you?” You answered confidently, straightening up. “Make sure you eat dinner, love. And drink some water.” You heard Mark’s voice over the phone say. You felt goosebumps develop across your skin.

“Um… All right…” You nod awkwardly, standing there and not knowing what else to say. “If you want I can get you some diner food?” Your heartbeat increases its speed as he said that. How can he be so sweet after that incident? “Oh. Well… I’m okay. My mom already made some food for me so…” You heard him hum in understanding.

“Okay. Good. Homemade food is the best. Catch you tomorrow at 10 AM sharp, all right?” He says with a little joy in his voice; something you’re definitely not used to. “Yeah. Okay.” You nod, smiling a bit.

“Great… Bye. Sweet dreams.”

“You too, Mark.”

You end the call, leaning on the wall as if you were exhausted. You’re really smiling now after seeing the incident?

‘Can’t be that bad… right?’ You thought, finally going to the kitchen to eat.

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YANDERE !!

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MYSTERY !!

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THRILLER !!

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COMFORT !!

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ANGST !!

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ROMANCE !!

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WORKS IN PROGRESS !!

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Hidden Intimacy

Requested by: anika.jar on Instagram

Pairing: Shrek x Sonic, Sonic x Barack Obama Genre: crack, romance, angst, comedy. Summary: Shrek is heart-broken from what Sonic has done to him. WARNING: crack (nothing is serious at all), randomness, cheating(?), heartbreak, and many mentions of fecal matter.

It was a lovely, rainy day during the summer. Shrek was casually watering the plants outside… Even though it was raining. He was wearing absolutely, almost, nothing. So the rain droplets had travelled down his chest and to his chisled abs. The only thing keeping him from being completely exposed and vulnerable is the skirt he had put on for his lovely partner, Sonic.

He was humming the 3 Musketeers anthem while smoothly swaying his hips on beat. "bAbY cAlL mY pHonE tRyNa BlOw HeR TaX cHeCk. CALL ME A NYMPHO 'CAUSE I LIKE GOOD SEX-" Then a Koko Bandicooties plush toy from the typical MagDonal's Sad Meal was thrown at his beautiful right ear. His head flew to the left so far that his brains blew out.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" He screams out and quickly gets up to gather the contents of his skull.

"SHUT THE FACK UP." His stupid, drunk, handsome neighbour, Fred Jones, yelled out at him through his window of his pink house.

"Oh! Hi Freddie!"

"Shut the halk up. You ain't no lover of mine."

"What about that ONE time in the janitor's closet at school 3500000000000 years ago-"

"That was a LONG time ago. Leave me the fack alone!"

Fred closes his window. From behind, as Shrek could see. there was Velma standing up and kissing Fred in the most nastiest way ever that Shrek could've thrown up on his newly grown tulips. "cough whore cough" He rolls his eyes and continues watering his plants.

He looks up and sighs in content. He smiles slightly and opens his mouth to taste the rain because who wouldn't? The scent of the rain smelled… off. He swished some rain water in his mouth and swallowed it. "… Oh. That's piss."

Shrek then heard a crash inside of his home due to his beautiful ears. He dropped his watering can and ran inside. He ran into the kitchen and grabbed the nearest kitchen tool he could lay his hands on; the tongs.

He hears more noises coming from upstairs, to which he proceeded to slowly, quietly, and carefully walk up the stairs. He held the tool up in caution. On the way up, he looks at the family pictures of his family.

There was him and Sonic. Happily smiling at the camera while standing on Lord Farquaad's grave. He sighs a bit, reminiscing about the good ol' days when Sonic didn't spend so much time at work.

They had their wedding in coolsville's graveyard where Lord Farquaad was buried after Shrek had ate him. Only his bones remained in the casket; they were as clean as Shrek's kitchen.

He remembers the romantic moment when Sonic and Shrek had pulled down their underwears and shit on his grave. The minister, Ryuk, had gathered the shit in his hands and mix them together, creating a bond, unbreakable.

"I announce you… Ogre and Hedgehog!" He announced, holding up into the sun to let it get blessed by their wonderful god, Mike Wazowski. The bright, green light illuminated onto the shit and slowly faded away, leaving it blessed and sparkly. Everyone- which was 3-5 people- clapped and cheered for them. Shrek and Sonic look at each other with such love in their eyes and dug their faces into the fecal matter.

Shrek sighed from the memory that he almost forgot that he might be potentially robbed! He snapped out of it and continued his travel. He saw the bedroom door slightly open. He gulped and slowly opened it to see… Sonic and BARACK OBAMA eating each other's biscuits over their tea table.

He gasped loudly, dropping the tongs. Sonic and Barack look up quickly and stand up. Sonic's cheeks have been flushed and Barack's tie is hung loosely around his neck. They were all speechless and just standing there, staring at each other in shock.

"Shrek! My dream machine!" Sonic exclaimed, putting his hands up. Shrek felt his heart pound against his chest that you could even see it.

"Squishy boo-boo on the choo choo… I can explain-"

"NO! You are with HIM?! Over OUR tea table?!"

Shrek screamed out, tears running down his round cheeks, glistening them. "WHAT HAPPENED TO US?! THIS IS OUR TABLE! You… You…" Sonic rapidly shook his head in desperation.

"Shrek. Babycakes. NO!-"

"YOU FUCKING WHOOOOREEEEEEEEE!"

Sonic gasped and fell back at the very words that had came out of Shrek's mouth. He was so shocked that Sonic's dress flew off. "OMG Sonicky!" Barack exclaimed and tried to run to him to help him but then the chair had caught his pants and ripped it, making him fall and land hard with the loudest thud known to mankind.

"YOU FUCKING LIAR. YOU TRAITOR. Alexa, play Traitor by Olivia Rodrigo." There was a beep heard and then humming of a specific song was starting to play.

Sonic slowly sits up, holding his chest. "Shrekky… please… don't do this…" He croaked out

"G-Green guilty eyes and… little blue lies-" Shrek sobs out, kneeling down a bit and holding his chest. "Shrek…" Sonic whimpered out, weakly reaching out to him.

Suddenly, Shrek shoots up and roars loudly. It makes the chimney of the house fall off and it lands on Velma- who was sneaking out of Fred's dog door. She died.

Waterfalls of green tears cascade down Shrek's cheeks as he screams and cries. His eyes glow a bright yellow. "SHREK?!"

Barack groans as he slowly sits up. "Sonicky…" He moans out pathetically, clinging onto his leg. Sonic shakes him off and stands up, watching his husband in fear.

Shrek's chest then illuminates a green glow. A swampy odor begins to diffuse throughout the house. Sonic inahles deeply and sighs lovingly. "Shrek…" Barack sniffs and immediately faints due to how amazing it smells.

Shrek's screams turned high-pitched and he explodes into green glitter and sparkles. It was so bright Sonic could've sworn he was blinder than before.

"AHHH. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Sonic screams, falling to his knees. He crawls over and gathers the glitter. "NOOOOOO HIS ASHES ARE SUPPOSED TO BE BROWN!" He sobs and snorts it up in honour of his husband.

A bright yellow light comes from above. Sonic looks up, his tears drenching into his fur. In the light, he sees the face of the god, Mike Wazowski. "M-Master Mike Wazowski…?" He whimpers out, inhaling some of the glitter into his nose.

"Shrek shall be passed onto Hell until you die and you pass onto Hell and you guys can be homosexual lovebirds together and be reborn." He states in his holiness. "R-Really? You would do that?" Mike Wazowski nods his eye. "O-Okay… It's okay if I have some little Shrek in me, right? I accidentally-" He sniffs, wiping his nose. "-snorted him up." The holy god stays quiet. "Sure thing pal." The light backs up. "Bada-bing, bada-boom-boom-boom!" He exclaims and the light fills the house.

Sonic gasps. looking around. "I… I feel… I feel so light! I can feel it! I can feel it in my buss-" Then he fainted.

Sonic blinks his eyes open and sees white everywhere. "Oh Mike… It's so white here…" He mutters. "I know. Pretty racist place huh." Sonic lets out the smallest, cutest gasp that would put anyone in awe. He slowly turns and sees… "Shrekky…?"

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