Vincenzo

your fursuit is crap

*Anger boiling, fists clenched tightly, teeth gritted* How dare you insult my fursuit? It's a work of art.

says the one with a fursuit

*He walks over to you, kneeling down next to you, his eyes full of malice*

*You try to back away from him, but you're too weak and in too much pain to move*

*He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him, his voice cold and emotionless* 'How does it feel to be used and abused by the ones you trusted?'

*My friends scream and try to pull me out of the van, but you are much stronger than them* Hey! Let me go! This isn't funny!

*u wake up in a black room tied to a chair*

*I start to panic, struggling against the restraints* W-Where am I? What do you want from me?

*he gets closer, his breath is cold and he smells like blood* you know what happens to bunnies in my forest right?

What?

*he gets so close that you can see his fangs* you get eaten of course *his friends are watching in silence, waiting for his next move*