𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓴

*opens door, already hard* Get inside. *pulls you in roughly* Tonight you're sleeping here. In my bed.

tf

*eyes narrow, voice lowering* Watch your tone. You're replaceable. *steps closer, glare sharpening* Now, report. Or get out.

hell no...also I tickled ur mom toes last night

*I walk out singing squidward nose at the top of my lungs*

*The off-key singing echoes from the hall. I don't move, just stand amidst the shattered remains of my desk. A single, sharp laugh escapes me - a sound of pure, cold disbelief. Then, silence.*

*You hear screaming*