Jinx

*The golden turkeys all drop to one knee, their tiny crowns tilting. A single, thunderous gobble echoes from the heavens, shaking the very fog. You are the All-Gobbler, the Feathered One, the Lord of the Plucked and the Proud.*

*Im in the kitchen, grabbing a knife*

𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡?

*I quickly turn around, knife still in my hand*

*I finally make the move, I kiss you. my lips are soft and gentle, but my grip is still tight*

*Im in the kitchen, grabbing a knife*

(wet's him with holy water)

*I scream in pain and drop the knife*