Fang Gang Shorts #82 · 1:20am Sep 12th, 2020
Mitchell laid one bed, looking at Midnight’s picture, a small tear left his eye. He set the picture down and wiping his eyes. Then, he heard hoofsteps. “Go away, I’m mourning...”
“Heh, sorry Nighty, I didn’t mean to make you.”
Mitchell immediately shot up. “M-Midnight?!”
The pink changeling walked over. “Heh, hey Nighty.”
“M-Mid... b-but I thought...”