HOLY SHIT READERS. This chapter is all kinds of effed up. But, more than that, I have exciting news for you... WE HAVE A FUSIONFALL FANGAME IN THE WORKS! :D it is based on Windfall's storyline and the demo is almost done. I have never programmed a game before but my best friend knows a girl and she's programming it for us! meanwhile I'm doing writing and art. IT IS SO EXCITING! I will let everyone know what the title is and where to download it once the demo's done. Stay safe, stay wonderful, and re:fuse!
CHAPTER 82: BURGERMEISTER
Professor Brody looked out his boss' hotel window into the cold, dark city. It was past midnight- but life was still thrumming in Orchid Bay's veins. From behind him, the door to the suite opened.
"You're still awake?" asked his boss, Mayor McCheese. "You should get some sleep."
"Can't," Brody replied. "Too much on my mind..."
McCheese walked up and gently set his hand on his apprentice's shoulder. "This decision to send the first-borns to Planet Fusion was one of the worst things our planet could've done, but we'll recover." He furrowed his brow in worry. "It kills me to see you this way, Brody."
"But how can I get past how we basically just sentenced thousands of innocent people to their deaths?" Brody asked, turning to face his master. "I... I don't know if I'll ever learn to live with myself, Jack..."
"Charles." Brody was snapped out of his anxiety attack by the supple yet melty voice of his dear friend, whose pickle eyes looked caringly into his own soul. "That wasn't your fault. Not in the slightest. You can't save them, but you can focus on avenging them instead."
Brody let the words sink in, then began to sob. McCheese caressed the side of his face, before leaning in for a gentle kiss. Brody reciprocated, the two pushing against each other and becoming more desperate before Brody was thrown onto the bed.
McCheese drooled liquid hot cheddar along Brody's neck as the latter cried out at the temperature. He reached up and caressed his lover's buns, giving each and every sesame seed individual love and attention. McCheese couldn't handle it anymore. He kissed Brody hard, slamming his head against the pillow.
When Brody signed on as McCheese's private scientist, he noticed the article in his contract saying that McCheese had certain... urges that he would have to satisfy. At first, he'd been a little put off - but, after conversing his converns with the Mayor, he decided he could take on the task without getting attached. And that's how it was... just banging for the heck of it... but they soon grew feelings for each other. Disgusting, perverted feelings of warmth and considerate love. McCheese rammed his quarter pounder up Brody's bun, getting an overwhelmed cry out of him. Brody panted against his boss' chest.
The love of a man and a living hamburger. It was a love many thought depraved, without civility; but for them, it was everything. Their whole world revolved around the heat between them, their touches, their company. McCheese was far more to Brody than a sandwich made of a few dead cows. He was his best friend.
McCheese yelped as he poured his vanilla milkshake into his partner, and Brody followed with his own shortly thereafter. Thoroughly spent, they cuddled together under the blankets, crying in each other's embrace.
The world may be ending, but at least they would die together.
