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>>67772507
>Mr.Rape had been eyeing her since this morning at the coffee shop
>A slender ptero barista with gray skin and sliver, just his type
>Following her home was easy, waiting for her to get off her shift was the hard part
>Trailing her as she walked to the parking lot, as she got in her car, and as she pulled into…
>The toy store?
>Today was a little someones tenth birthday
>And the barista wanted to make it a special one
>The Booper did too
>Biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to light up the child's world
>No one involved knew how truly “special” tonight would be
>It didn’t take long for the barista to pick out a toy for her daughter, and she was on the road again
>Arriving home she quickly parked, and started up the stairs to her apartment
>Mr.Rape was set to make his move
>Before he could even start to approach the barista he felt a cold, bony hand grasp his shoulder
> Mr.Rape didn’t even need to register what happend before he threw a punch over his shoulder
>”Only I do the touching around here!”
>There was nothing, just the night breeze…
>No, Mr.Rape was too smart for that
>He saw the rustling in those bushes
>He wouldn’t let ANY man keep him from his prize
>Let alone a coward who wouldn’t face him directly
>In flash the bush was upended
>Dirt and leaves rain down on the surprised Booper
>No human had ever caught on to him that fast before
>Most don’t even acknowledge his existence
>Before the roots could even touch the ground there was an explosion of movement
>Mr.Rape going for a quick left hook into The Boopers skull
>Or rather, where his skull was
>The punch had landed just below The Boopers knee
>Of course Mr.Rape couldn’t care less, flesh was flesh after all
>Punch after lighting punch was delivered into cold, bony, skin
>If you only looked at ground level it would look like a man was pummeling a telephone pole
>Especially for how still The Booper stood
>*CRUNCH*
>Mr.Rape had been eyeing her since this morning at the coffee shop
>A slender ptero barista with gray skin and sliver, just his type
>Following her home was easy, waiting for her to get off her shift was the hard part
>Trailing her as she walked to the parking lot, as she got in her car, and as she pulled into…
>The toy store?
>Today was a little someones tenth birthday
>And the barista wanted to make it a special one
>The Booper did too
>Biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to light up the child's world
>No one involved knew how truly “special” tonight would be
>It didn’t take long for the barista to pick out a toy for her daughter, and she was on the road again
>Arriving home she quickly parked, and started up the stairs to her apartment
>Mr.Rape was set to make his move
>Before he could even start to approach the barista he felt a cold, bony hand grasp his shoulder
> Mr.Rape didn’t even need to register what happend before he threw a punch over his shoulder
>”Only I do the touching around here!”
>There was nothing, just the night breeze…
>No, Mr.Rape was too smart for that
>He saw the rustling in those bushes
>He wouldn’t let ANY man keep him from his prize
>Let alone a coward who wouldn’t face him directly
>In flash the bush was upended
>Dirt and leaves rain down on the surprised Booper
>No human had ever caught on to him that fast before
>Most don’t even acknowledge his existence
>Before the roots could even touch the ground there was an explosion of movement
>Mr.Rape going for a quick left hook into The Boopers skull
>Or rather, where his skull was
>The punch had landed just below The Boopers knee
>Of course Mr.Rape couldn’t care less, flesh was flesh after all
>Punch after lighting punch was delivered into cold, bony, skin
>If you only looked at ground level it would look like a man was pummeling a telephone pole
>Especially for how still The Booper stood
>*CRUNCH*