"Ohohoh, Mr Sylvester you were so wrong. *Gives him Sheep plush and cat food*"
"Well then here have a knife (I give him a knife)"
"I choose to try and prove Sylvie wrong, So i'm gonna try to send him a smol sheep plush"
Soon balls of electricity appeared on Sylvie's bed, flashing and sparkling! He hid behind his chair, staring at them. Then they burnt out immediately leaving only a knife, two sheep plushes and cat food. Sylvie grabbed a pen from his desk and poked the sheep plush with it, nothing happened. He didnt know what to think.
Sylvie: What the heck just happened... How did you... I need to lay down...
He moved the said items all the way to the end of the bed and layed down.
*Sylvie is open for a few more asks*
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FanfictionNOTE: I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS THEY BELONG TO JELLO APOCALYPSE. Rules: PLEASE DONT SHIP MOLLY WITH ANYONE, SHE IS A MINOR INCLUDING SYLVIE (Cant believe i have to say this) M!A'S ARE ALLOWED NO OVERLY VIOLANT ASKS OR DARES PLEASE KEEP THIS 13+...
