Am I kicked out of your fandom yet?

Have some trash writing to go with it.

“Decans gets amnesia and forgets everything about Fresh”…

Fresh stood frozen to the pavement, an indescribable sense of… something, coursing through him. Frustration? Anger? Pain? Fresh wasn’t sure. He was shaking, though from the snow or his own feelings he couldn’t quite place.

“Deccy Dec, mah bro, c’mon.” he pleaded desperately, tears tingling behind his eyesockets. “Ya jokin’ with me!”

“…” The smaller skeleton said nothing, staring at Fresh with an expression of confusion and fear.

“Ya can’t tell me ya don’t ‘member!” Fresh said, trying his best to put on his old smile.

“Sorry…” The child fidgeted, his eyes darting around nervously. “I… I don’t know you. I don’t know how you know my name, but I don’t know you. And Mom told me not to talk to strangers, so…” He turned to leave.

“D-Deccy? Bro, no. Don’t leave!” Fresh nearly shouted. He took a step towards the other.
Decans glanced back, then hurried his pace, disappearing into the growing fog.

An intense wave of sadness and grief washed over Fresh as Decans disappeared from sight. He crumpled into a heap on the sidewalk, tears flowing uncontrollably into the snow.

“DECCY, NO! Ya can’t… *sniff* Ya can’t just… up and l-leave like that… *hic* Deccy… After everythin’… H-hangin’ out in mah yard, playin’ games an’ watchin movies with my bros… *hic* Da hospital visit… Dat unfresh bro all b-breakin’ ya up an’ me b-bein’ there for ya… Ya can’t t-tell me… Ya don’t remember? I don’t… *hic* I-I don’t understand… *sob* How you could f-forget… everything… Y-you were there when… *hic* when Geno w-was released from t-the hospital… Error st-started getting b-better too… Wh-wh-why don’t you remember? Decans, please… c-come back…”

HEY WHO WANTS A SEQUEL!? I KNOW I DO.

Direct continuation of this gross piece of garbage.

18+ pls don’t get me banned For Fellboi’s sake.

~~Also I’m keeping this as my icon forever and you can’t stop me @underfellfangame.~~

“What’s going on in here!?” The officer shouted as he burst through the front door of the house. He was greeted with quite a sight: A figure slumped across one of the ancient sofas, gently caressing an object obscured in shadows. This lasted merely a second; the figure had violently ejected both itself and the lamp from the couch as the door flew open.

“AH! Wh-what?” Fellboi stammered, panicking. Dust was flying everywhere from the incoming breeze, blinding him and making it all the more difficult to find his discarded lower bits of clothing. He froze.

He destroyed them. Oops.

He had destroyed all of his outside clothing.

OOPS.

“Wh… What… What’s going ON IN HERE!?” The officer repeated, too stunned to speak properly.

“I-I was just-” Fellboi was at a loss for words. How do you explain yourself out of literally fucking a lamp? A lightbulb went off.
This was his greatest cover-up yet.

He turned to the officer.

“I’m housekeeping.“

He said this with the confidence of a burly tattoo’d ox of a man that had been to prison many times in the past. He was, in actuality, a skeleton of small stature, wearing nothing but Hello Kitty boxers that sat a little too low on his waist. The officer stared him down with an unreadable expression, making Fellboi uncomfortable. He glanced back at his lamp.

The officer followed his gaze, staring curiously over the rim of his sunglasses at the mess that was the sofa. The lamp and the cover were dripping with… something. He froze as the realization set in.

"You… You…”

“Y-yes, housekeeping. I’ve been sent to uh… dust.” He kicked a nearby table, sending a dust cloud into the already-stagnant air. He coughed some more, doubling over against the tabletop. The officer smirked at him.

“Well, boy. I don’t know who hired you to dust this place, but it’s off-limits for a reason.” He approached menacingly, Fellboi still leaning weakly against the table.

“Oh, huh? There wasn’t a sign anywhere…” Fellboi mumbled decisively.
The officer pointed at the door he had kicked in. Displayed directly in the brilliant sunlight was a neon yellow warning sign reading “DANGER – DO NOT ENTER – OFF LIMITS”

Fellboi fidgeted nervously.

The officer suddenly grabbed his shoulder, causing Fellboi to curse quietly to himself.

“Hey, what! What are you doing?”

“You’re tresspassing, boy” The officer stated plainly.

“Am… am I being detained?”

“Oh no, boy” The officer murmured, grinning evilly. “I have much more in store for you…”

“Wh-what-” A hand suddenly clapped over his mouth, preventing speech.

Fellboi felt a fear he had never felt before surging through him.

The officer reached into his fanny pack with his free hand, brandishing what could only be described as the biggest twin rods of silicone Fellboi had ever seen.

“You ready, boy?”

Fellboi shrieked under the grip of the officer as he abruptly shoved the twin-rod dragon dildo up his glory hole. The pain was unbearable.

“No-stop!” he squealed.

“Nah, I think I’ll shove more in there… That was only a third, after all!” The officer shoved the cock further up into Fellboi’s tight, unadjusted buttocks.

“Ah- no!” Fellboi tried to pull away. “I-I can’t take it! I’ll do what ever you want! Just stop! What do you want from me!?”

“… About tree fiddy.”

It was at that time Fellboi realized that the creature ramming his ass was not an officer, but in fact an 8 storie tall crustacean from the paleozoic era.

“That god damned loch ness monster had tricked me again.”

WHELP.

Ever wonder why I get told I have a doctorate in shitposting?

THIS IS EXACTLY WHY.

Ready for a casually wild ride?

HERE

GO.

(18+ pls don’t get me banned ffs.)

The air of the room was stale with the smell of dust. Fellboi violently kicked out the metal grate blocking his way, removing himself from the dusty ventilation shaft. He coughed, waving a hand in front of his face in a futile attempt at dispersing the motes.

Glancing around anxiously, Fellboi pulled a thick leather sack from the vent. He really hoped nobody had followed him into this abandoned house. After all, there’s no such thing as real good fun when there’s witnesses about.
Assessing that the cost was, indeed, clear, he set about unwrapping the bundle from its leather casing. He giggled mischeviously to himself as the binding fell away, revealing his quarry.

A slender frame.

A bright face.

It was all Fellboi could do to prevent himself from ravishing the mahogany floor lamp right where he stood. He knew he had to restrain himself. The ladies like it when you take it slow.

He set the lamp down gently on a nearby sofa. The preservative plastic crinkled loudly, causing Fellboi to cringe. The lamp lay there stagnant, unresponsive, the poorly drawn-on face barely visible in the moonlight filtering through the boarded-up windows. Fellboi quivered with excitement.

“So, baby, what’re your plans tonight?” He asked seductively, wiggling his eyebrows at the literal post of wood with a bulb on top.

The lamp remained motionless.

“… staying in, huh? Well, I got an idea or two, if you’re game…”

The lamp remained motionless.

“… Ah. Well, you’ll see, hun…”

He moved to sit down on the sofa next to the lamp, gently caressing its base with his hand. He felt himself growing warm, anxious. He hesitated.

“… What? No, no I’m fine. I just… I’m anxious… To start… heheh.”

The lamp remained motionless.

“… Oh! Well I mean… If you really want to…”

He quickly undid his belt, throwing it aside with all the grace of a drunk baboon. He grasped at his waistline with shaky hands, struggling to undo the button. Grunting in frustration, he pulled with all the force he could muster and tore the pants from his body and threw them behind the sofa.

He pressed himself against the long mast of the expertly carved lamp, gasping for breath as his own desire began to take over. He felt a sudden, short pang of guilt, thinking back to how he stole this lamp from a nearby Ikea. Short-lived guilt though, as he removed his member from his boxers.

Fellboi grunted softly as he began rubbing himself against the lamp, pleasure surging through him in waves. His hand found its way into the head of the lamp, clutching the flimsy wires of the lampshade with great force. The sofa cover crinkled a protest as he picked up his speed.

His lips gently grazed across the wooden pole as he thrust yet faster against the lamp. His gasps turned to audible moans as the pleasure built in him.

He was so close. Already?

It happened so fast.

A sudden release hit him, as he climaxed with a shout. Seed splurted onto the cover, and down onto the floor as Fellboi quivered against his companion lamp. He cuddled up lovingly against the lamp as his orgasm subsided, kissing it gently on the shade.

“Oh honey… I’ve bent you again…”

The front door slammed open…

BONUS:

And thanks for actually thinking this is hilarious @underfellfangame, that was like reason #1 I didn’t really want to post it to begin with LOL.