I loved Mike Wazoski so much, I had all the merchandise and movies.
I pray to Mike Wazoski every night, thanking him for the life I’ve been given. “Mike is love” I say, “Mike is life.”
My dad hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to Mike Wazoski.
I called him a cunt.
He hits me and sends me to sleep.
I’m crying now and my face hurts.
I lay in bed, really cold. I feel something warm…
It’s Mike! I was so happy.
He whispers in my ear “This is my door.”
He grabs me with his green hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I’m ready.
I spread my ass cheeks for Mike Wazoski.
He penetrates my butthole.
It hurts so much, but I do it for Mike. I can feel my butt tearing and eyes watering.
I want to please Mike.
He roars a mighty roar as he fills my butt with his love.
My dad walks in.
Mike looks him straight in the eye and says,
“It’s back where it came from.”
Mike leaves through my window.
Mike is love. Mike is life.