Do your boss looks like death and wants to party with you, babe you should be flattered. Even if her skin is melting trough the barbed wires and brocken glass.
Heyyyu w h a t t h e f u c k
You look at her melting flesh as it plops to the ground grossly. You look up to see a handsome silhouette made of metal and flavorful character.
Coke a cola man: " Hey so I know im covered in your bosses blood and guts right now and that ain't very sexually appealing....."
Y/n: " WHAT??? You have it all wrong broski, that is my biggest fantasy <3 if I know there was a hot person inside that fat stack, I would have ripped that bitches guts to shreds."
(( in the process of finishing this chapter i just have other things to do right now sorry to the singe person reading this. U a baddie))
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🧊Thirst For Rythm🧊
Paranormalpepsi man and coca cola man have been in a weird lemon lime twist of fiery hatred and cool mist loving. lets see what kinda trouble they could get themselves into.
