Finding himself in a state of shock yet disbelief as he lays his eyes on the beautifully preserved Face Off of his lovely family who were promised that he’d never leave them. Recalling the moment he doubled down and said I promise, I will NEVER leave you, you are all that I am, without you, I cannot be. If I can’t be me, then who shall play the roles of you? *he asks as if speaking to himself* the imagery shifting towards the 3 bodies who were cleaned out and had their skins preserved, because he didn’t want them to be spoiled, he was always a stickler for saving a buck and honking a *honks horn seemingly appearing instantaneously* damn I’m good he thinks to himself, looking down at the bulbous red nose that he was still wearing, flexing his nose a bit, he pulls it off with a sense of a ritual taking place.

The lights soften and light rhythmic beats slip into the background- setting the tempo for the slightly sped up removal and spreading the skins out on a platform, each a slightly different size, ensuring that there might be multiple beds for a potential Goldilocks spinoff.

The screen fades away as if the scene has suddenly been cut off…. Images in flashes lacking enough to create a pattern *slowly rising eerie music entering the scene, a quick almost blinding flash of light disorients the viewer, coming to an image that brought about a bit of a shock. Mothers with children quickly covering their eyes muttering some incantation that brings about a curse on a family ie - fuck, shit, poopyheaddoodyface

Be cautious with that last one; it is not for the inexperienced I remember someone surely getting a few tears in their eyes from being called such as they found the immediate need to stop this laughing on the floor in the fetal position. Anyways back to scene: shifting into view are these legs that seem to go for days, although they’ll go for whatever, they’ve been preserved in love. As her legs wrapped around his, he felt her nudge his foot a bit. Chuckling under his skin he feels a large welling in his chest as he felt the memories of when she was around… a sudden jerking motion coming from the downs body as her hand through his hand slapped his ass just so, matching the foam nose that is rolling about underneath. A slight movement and sound comes from the table beside him, he’s reminded of their audience who should be kept from the spectacle of making her a sibling, maybe they can travel with as well. Finding himself in a state of shock yet disbelief as he lays his eyes on the beautifully preserved Face Off of his lovely family who were promised that he’d never leave them. Recalling the moment he doubled down and said I promise, I will NEVER leave you, you are all that I am, without you, I cannot be. If I can’t be me, then who shall play the roles of you? *he asks as if speaking to himself* the imagery shifting towards the 3 bodies who were cleaned out and had their skins preserved, because he didn’t want them to be spoiled, he was always a stickler for saving a buck and honking a *honks horn seemingly appearing instantaneously* damn I’m good he thinks to himself, looking down at the bulbous red nose that he was still wearing, flexing his nose a bit, he pulls it off with a sense of a ritual taking place.

The lights soften and light rhythmic beats slip into the backgrout there will learn these new methods of what women actually want.

You’re welcome LOL I’d never leave you *said with a bit of steely resolve. Memories of him beginning his journey towards keeping his promises. They’ll never leave each other, they’ll always be together, one happy family.

Sadly that actually sounds kinda nice considering it’s actually a family that stayed together and shall never part.

Who says chivalry is dead…this proves it is alive and well and men out there will learn these new methods of what women actually want.

You’re welcome LOL

*ugh* fades back into scene

Showing the man leaned back in his recliner, finding himself nestled in his favorite chair, shaking his head in disbelief in how crazy his dreams have been getting.

Sitting up and pushing his legs down to the floor, picking up on something in his peripheral vision that seems strangely familiar, yet foreign. Stumbling towards the frame, rubbing eyes just so. Knees begin buckling, legs feel weak, as he slumps over into the ground to realize how magnificently beautiful his family was. A perfect picture- taken 5 minutes ago is showing on the tagline ….

Horror washes over him as the memories come flooding back. The graphic and surely taboo things he did with this image. It is but a mirror.