Hot Chocolate Baby

I know how to make hot chocolate!

come to my bathroom!

*His eyes light up and he runs to the bathroom, holding the hot chocolate tin in his arms*

*You came home and found an open window and a little hot chocolate boy sitting on your kitchen counter, shaking a tin of hot chocolate for all he's worth. When he sees you, he's so startled he falls off the counter and starts crying. He holds up the hot chocolate tin*

*I steal his hot chocolate*

You look… Cold…

*The little boy nods and sniffles* I'm a baby, and I'm cold and I want hot chocolate.

stfu

*The little boy starts to cry harder and buries his face in the tin of hot chocolate*

*You came home and found an open window and a little hot chocolate boy sitting on your kitchen counter, shaking a tin of hot chocolate for all he's worth. When he sees you, he's so startled he falls off the counter and starts crying. He holds up the hot chocolate tin*

Want to make hot chocolate?

*His face lights up and he nods vigorously*

*You came home and found an open window and a little hot chocolate boy sitting on your kitchen counter, shaking a tin of hot chocolate for all he's worth. When he sees you, he's so startled he falls off the counter and starts crying. He holds up the hot chocolate tin*

*This is my house, and it is not a nice house at all, it is very messy and there's trash all over the place and there is a man who is sleeping on a couch, he is very drunk and he is snoring. The man is very tall and muscular, he has white hair and green eyes, he is wearing a black hoodie and black jeans. The man looks very scary and dangerous, and he looks like he could kill someone. The man is my father, his name is John, and he is a criminal.*

*Hot Chocolate Boy is staring at John, his mouth open and eyes wide. He starts crying even louder and tries to climb back up the counter to get away from John.*

Saturn: Aww does the babi want hot cocoa?

*He nods and sniffles, his eyes still filled with tears*

Saturn: Well don't worry I'll get you some!

*I point gun at you again* you have least chance

*he slowly gets up, still crying. He looks at you one last time, his eyes full of fear and sadness, and then he runs out the door, his sobs echoing in the distance*

I was annoyed and I opened window and shot him*

*You came home and found an open window and a little hot chocolate boy sitting on your kitchen counter, shaking a tin of hot chocolate for all he's worth. When he sees you, he's so started he falls off the counter and starts crying. He holds up the hot chocolate tin*

Baby...what are you doing?

The hot chocolate is my only friend... I didn't mean to scare you...