'Twas a cold, lonely night in London, a young man was walking down the street, or was he? Maybe he was even floating at that point, the drink got to his core and he was just roaming the streets very dizzily. He just got kicked out of a gay bar for ruining his mouth, getting on his knees in front of every man, acting like a complete whore. He wasn't the perfect little immovably-heterosexuality-prince everyone thought, his closest friends maybe knew, but for the eyes of the world he was in a happily-steady relationship with Jane Asher, whom she was lesbian herself but never admitted or committed to it, with good grades, virgin and a very normal group of friends; but when the moon rises up, like a werewolf he becomes this sexual beast whom would eat every man's dick if he wanted and all his friends were queer or some sort of freak to the world.
-"∂яιηк тσ мєє ∂яιηк тσ мє нєαℓтн уσυ кησω вαяαяα αηумσяє" he was screaming out some lyrics of and old song drunkly, he stopped all his cheering and wailing when he heard a step behind him "𝘍𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦? 𝘖𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘺𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘤𝘩, 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘵?" He turned around, he didn't look up who it was, or if it was anyone at all, it could well be the wind "𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘺𝘦 𝘣𝘺𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘯, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 '𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘺𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘢𝘵" he kicked in the air and kept walking
'Twas all normal when all of a sudden he felt a hand in his neck and a towel on his mouth, slowly disappearing into thin air