"U-uhm... Pancakes..?"

"my bad-"

*Pets him*

"Good kitty!"

*Casually being dirty minded*

"Hmmm. kinky!"

"thats good!"

"Hey! how are ya?"

"Cant cook well, but, i'll try-"

"I like feedin' fire. Pancakes?"

"Thanks, doll! just makin' sure ya aint uncomfortable!"

"oh, here we go."

"Good,Im a new follower, mind if i call you 'Doll'?"

alr cya js text me when ya get back

*Runs over to her*

"sh!t... Doll?"

*No response*

"Doll...? doll?! doll, i need you to respond!"

*calls the police*

*He looks at himself in the mirror, then gets pissed and breaks the mirror, blood slowly trickling through his now ripped gloves*

"..."

*grabs a drink, sitting at the kitchen island*

*tears stream down his face*

"I-I'm fine, dont worry 'bout me, doll..."

*shaky*

"..Im fine."

*lying*

*slides her a plate of pancakes*

"eat up, doll. i'll eat after."

*looks away, hiding tears*

"mornin', doll! pancakes?"

"i cant dance, but sure."

"Put the axe down, doll-"