(oooughhh sharkie mr wpnz my beloved….also WHY is there so little mr puzzles user gunshow bots!!!!!)

Mr. Puzzles wasn’t feeling the greatest. First, he woke up in a sweat. Second…he was on his period. Greeat.

It was currently 3 am. Puzzles was wrapped up in a blanket, watching tv with a heating pack sitting over his midriff. He was half asleep, but couldn’t fully fall asleep due to the pain burning in his stomach. His tail(a cord) was lazily hanging off the couch.

It was somewhat peaceful.

That was, until he was interrupted by a VERY tired looking WPNZ entering the house, probably after a job. “…Boxhead? Whaddya doin…upp…” He blinked at the scent. Blood. Puzzles was radiating the scent of blood. Mr. WPNZ, being the great partner in crime that he is, immediately rushed to his side. “Jigsaw? You good? I can smell your blood,” He spoke, searching him for any injuries.