>Be Schizo
>taking my pills, which in turn helps my illness
>Judee stil friends with me
>She occasionally brings the two kids she babysits to my place
>both brother and sister children of the weirdo ptero chick that now is a teacher, and the bald (human?) that kissed her on prom several years ago
>one a cute ptero boy, the younger of the two, around 12 years
>his name is Green
>be in living room, talking about, normal as can be, stuff
>both kids looking around my humble abode, like always
>don't mind
>my underwear goes missing from the hamper
>"huh, strange?"
>shrug it off, i'm quite forgetful, will find them around sooner or later
>10 pm, about to hit the hay
>*knock Knock!!* banging on the door
>cautiously go see who is it
>it's that Green boy
>"weird"
>open door
>he lurges in without a word
>"hey what are you doing?!"
>he scrambles to his back pocket, saying "i have this!"
>shocked.jpg
>there in his hands, were my panties
>even from such distance, it smelled like ammonia
>wait a second
>"what did you d-"
>he places his hand on my mouth
>muffling my screams
>pushing his mouth harder, the child waves my undies going "i- i can accuse you!!"
>then, it dawns on me
>he, in fact can, from my rather, weird browsing history, to the fact it has BOTH of our DNA on it
>not to mention my unwell mind
>nobody, not even the judge would believe me
>he lets go of me
>i fall on my knees, whimpering
>his breathing ragged "so, will you"
>i nod sullenly, getting on
>he points towards my sofa "lay there!"
>i acquiesce, sickness churning my stomach from what about to do with a little child
>laying on my back, the kid begins feeling my legs up
>i hate this so much