mousefather looked at the eyes of its child mouse. you are a simple and pleasant thing, it thought and cupped the young mouse’s face lovingly before dunking it in the cup of warm soda.
drink.
fill the body.
each of the two in the situation had downloaded an app on their phone that week called ‘made up ideas’. it was a gambling type game but hid that aspect of it behind pictures of adult humans with large sexual organs tastefully concealed. but… revealing… skin…
the mousefather cradled the little baby until it fell asleep and then started playing the game. the idea was ‘toby’ the name and to get there you had to make a team of a few characters, who you unlocked by collecting character tokens, and you’d level up each one.
there was, in mousefather’s (username: NosferatuDee2) team a coward called ‘Alan with the Huge Cock’, then the level 50 ‘Jamrod with the Tits from Mars’, and then the level 20 ‘Common Red Asswipe’… it was a small team but the mousefather hadn’t unlocked every slot in the lineup yet.
one of the automatic matches ended and made a sound effect that startled the mouse.
This was the kind of thing that happened, in the world of whatever.
read the lips of the criminal.
take heed a warning given so.
you’re losing the will you once had to make some change. do not take that as a given. maybe you’re just tired.
get out before it all collapses. is the last thought that the mousefather had, before putting the mouse to bed. they lay in their own bed, looking at the ceiling, muttering ‘fuck, fuck, fuck’
they take out their phone. the idea is called ‘cutlery’, the battle will be long and epic.
GlitchOut 