If I had a death note I would do what light did I would kill criminals but I would do it based on their crimes and I would also kill my friends that betrayed me and make it seem like it was sucide.
If you had a death note what would u do with it ?
The Hotel [Sonic] *Updated better story*THIS STORY CONTAINS FORCE FEEDING AND RAPID WEIGHT GAIN. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE NEITHER FORCE FEEDING OR RAPID WEIGHT GAIN, DON'T COMMENT, AND BE MATURE BY CLICKING THE BACK BUTTON.
Shadow knocked on Sonic's door three times loudly. "Room service!" He shout loudly outside his door with a cart carrying a feast fit to feed a king and his village. Sonic perked his ears hearing a familiar voice. He thought, "Shadow!?.. Naw, it CAN'T be..!"
Sonic then opens the door quite famished. He was expecting a simple Chilidog he ordered. Sonic tried not to show fear nor a suprized look knowing that Shadow might try and inflate or fatten him up again. A second later Shadow slammed the cart right through the door and immediately shoved Sonic onto the bed. He return to the front door and locked all the locks. "Prepare yourself." Suprised by being shoved Sonic said a little "Eek!" as he plopped onto the bed.
Immediately, Shadow begun slamming handfuls of cake right into his mouth barely giving Sonic a chance
Getting FullerWarnings: Yaoi/Slash, stuffing, WG/weight gain expansion.
Summary: Chance was an athletic young man, but when he meets a mysterious stranger that kidnaps him, the man plans on getting him very plump and ready to bear demon spawn!
Chance Fuller was a twenty-three year old, tall, blue-green eyed, short brushed up blonde haired young man. He was athletic and strong, with good, strong muscle definition. He ate well and exercised weekly. Every other day he went to the gym, workout for two hours, then hit the showers to freshen back up before he sat at the gym's bar to enjoy a fruit smoothie after a long workout.
His routine was predictable and the people at the gym knew him by his first name. He was enjoying how his life was going, even after the loss of a close friend. He kept that friend's dog tags around his neck at all times to remember and honor him.
Today was no different than any other, and after a two hour workout and a shower, he sat at the bar and the bartender got him his usual