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Chuckling, Amun patted his head. "But I don't even want a wedding dress. Why would the Voice give me a train?" He twirled around, or tried to. However, seeing as he was currently on the ground he just succeeded in rolling himself into the blanket.
Which was morphing into a giant spider web, stained red with blood. Blood that he kept trying to suck out of them. His fangs, though, weren't exactly designed for fabric, so he just managed to get threads tangled all up in his mouth. As more blood splattered onto his face he surged upwards towards it, but was brought up short by the obstruction of the blanket.
So he just crashed back down to the ground and moaned.
Which was morphing into a giant spider web, stained red with blood. Blood that he kept trying to suck out of them. His fangs, though, weren't exactly designed for fabric, so he just managed to get threads tangled all up in his mouth. As more blood splattered onto his face he surged upwards towards it, but was brought up short by the obstruction of the blanket.
So he just crashed back down to the ground and moaned.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
