>>38004366Froot's subathon is dead. As dead my body. One night Apricot was travelling through a new graveyard and stumbled upon my gravestone. Seeing the potential, she would resurrect my body. We'll vibe around the spooky energy, until we get our macabre fill and head to the pub. After a few pints we'll head back to her place, have a cuppa, then she will proceed to transform me into her thrall for the night, as she reaps my soul straight from from my dick. When we wake up the next day I'll cook her breakfast like a good undead servant I am, before she sucks the remaining soul energy down her throat, making my body disintegrate into dust. Frick me I want to serve Froot