This is a headline ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ how catching

You are walking through the streets of whatever town you currently find yourself in. Maybe Oslo. The streets are completely empty. Not a single light is on. No streetlights, no nothing. It is then, in the empty streets of idk Oslo, you first meet him.

You smell him before you see him. A sneaking, powerful presence makes itself slowly known to your nose. You know he's behind you, but you dare not look.

"Now, what are you doing here", a dark voice whispers into your ear. "Everyone else has left. Maybe you wanted to meet me?". You shudder. Did you want to meet him? You can't tell anymore. You can't remember why you went out in the first place. An exhale at your neck brings you away from your search for the memory train and back into reality. You try to say something, but you stutter. You try to move, but your body refuses. The presence behind you laughs. You can smell his breath over your shoulder.

"You can refuse me all you want, but when you're alone at home, I know you want me there", he coos into your ear. "you call for me in the bath, you call for me after dinner, you even call for me unconciously in your sleep."
You know it's true. You try to avoid people knowing it. You hang out with people, because you know he can't thoroughly claim you with an audience.

Well, now there are no one around.

He has made sure of that.

Oh ♥♥♥♥ it, I'm tired of writing this. He's your fart. You just read a fanfiction including you and your own fart. How dat make you feel??

End of important announcement.