It was a dark, dark day. A day as dark as dark could be. Not quite the dark like when it's really cloudy though. More like dark like when it's night. And that's because it was night. And on this night, a mysterious figure stood in the shadows. Running around and being mysterious and stuff. And while running through the dark streets, the mysterious figure slipped on a piece of trash lying on the ground and fell over. He then proceeded to get back up, and ran more. He then tripped on another piece of trash.
For you see, the streets were full of trash, and the mysterious figure was wearing roller skates.
During the day, he'd never wear roller skates. That's why he wore them now. No one would suspect it was him. They'd just think it was some guy who happened to look exactly like him for some reason who was wearing roller skates. It was the perfect disguise.
But it was a disguise that only an idiot could fall for. Fortunately for him, everyone happens to be an idiot.
But it was a necessary disguise. If anyone found out about what he did at night, bad things would happen. Like prison and a ruined reputation and stuff.
For you see, what he did at night was murdering people. Murderingly. In a serial killery way. Due to being a serial killer. Sure, science and stuff was great and all, but murdering people made him feel so good. It was a secret he kept well. No one could know about what he did. And no one will know.
And as he thought to himself about how much he loved murdering people, he heard a noise. Something sort of... electricy sounding. Almost as if a small, overrated rat thing was making electricity happen somehow. But that seemed extremely unlikely.
He cautiously ran towards the source of the sound, somewhere in a dark ally. And he carefully and quietly looked towards where the electricy stuff was happening, and saw what was making it happen.
There was a small, overrated, yellow rat thing sitting there, making electricity happen somehow. And as he looked at it, he thought to himself. The thoughts probably went something like "holy crap, that thing is sexy". The exact thoughts were probably phrased differently, but the basic meaning was the same.
He really wanted to have sex with that little rat thing.
The little, overrated rat thing had just noticed that something was nearby. It turned towards him, and stared.
It really wanted to have sex with that guy with the labcoat and roller skates.
They stared at each other, each with lust in their eyes. Suddenly, the yellow, overrated rat jumped onto the mysterious figure guy's shoulders, and kissed him. Frenchly. With tongues and stuff. The mysterious figure person was surprised at first, but quickly started wiggling his tongue around all Frenchly and stuff.
The little, overrated, yellow rat then jumped off the mystery guy person figure thing's shoulder after several, hot moments of making out. It stuck its butt out, and mustardy goo purple fanfiction knew exactly what the rat thing wanted to happen next.
He then proceeded to take off his pants and shove his penis up the overrated rat thing's butt.
After using proper lubrication, of course.
The next two and a half hours of buttsex were fantastic. Pure, buttsexy magic of the most beautiful kind. And when they were done, the mysterious figure began to walk away, for he hadn't murdered anyone yet. And as he walked away, he heard a voice come from the direction he was walking away from. "See you later, Membrane." And he looked back, and saw the little, overrated rat thing, just standing there. It knew who he was. He couldn't have anyone know who he was. So he did what he had to do.
He then proceeded to stab it many times. And after finishing the stabbing, he grabbed the corpse and ran off. A butt that perfect couldn't be wasted rotting away. He could save it and send it to a taxidermist for when he needed it.
And Membrane murdered many more people, and had much more sex with the stuffed pikachu corpse.
And everything was perfect.
