(You’re Fat Nuggets, Angel Dust’s pet pig)

You wake up, expecting to be lying by the foot of Angel Dust’s bed. You’re surprised when instead, you’re sprawled on a platter, Alastor the Radio Demon towering above you, menacingly holding a knife above you.

You squeal, trying to scramble free, but realise you’re tied down.

Just as Alastors about to press the knife to your skin, Angel Dust walks in, freezing when he sees his pet pig about to be eaten.

“Fat Nuggets?! Alastor, what the fuck are you doing?!”