"Fuck," Tony sweared as the bunny prised Sketch off the cloud. Sketch giggled and turned to Tony, waving her little fingers at him. Tony somewhat calmed down and slipped down from the cloud.
The bunny put Sketch down and motioned to Tony to follow them. It led them through a lush pink forest, the sky pink and filled with rainbows.
Tony covered his mouth, sure he was going to puke any second now. Pink made him groggy and it sickened him to no end. It reminded him of all things positive and—well. Gross stuff.
"Here we are," the bunny suddenly said, snapping Tony out of his random thoughts. He disappeared in a poof of pink smoke which showered the two with even more pinker powder. Sketch laughed and raised her stick arms to catch some of the material while Tony coughed and spluttered as they fluttered on his face. (oh cmon tony you dont have a fucking nose lol)
"Oh," Sketch said softly and her eyes were pinned on something. Tony followed her gaze and gasped. Something wasn't right.
(short chapter my friends, sorryyyy, but IM BACKKK uwu)
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Trauma (Tony x Sketchbook) DISCONTINUED
RandomI'm a little late for this, right?? Still, I know some Padlock shippers are still alive. Hehehe, enjoy!
