Murderers. The both of you.

Set in a world where murder wasn’t illegal, but was..shunned upon.

After you and Jasper had been horribly insulted for being gay earlier on, you two had ended up killing the man who did. And after disposing his body, you two decided to raid his house, only to find out he had a (your choice!) year old son — fucking traumatized.

We were busy cleaning up the bloody mess, as you bagged up the disgustingly disembodied body of the guy.

“Fuck, I hate kids.”

He mumbled..as you sat with the kid, trying to comfort him. You were a fucking murderer, you should be killing the kid!