Once upon a time, there was an angel. He was off doing righteous angel things, when he was sent down to hell to do a thing. One little fuckboy decided to fuck shit up (as fuckboys generally do) and get himself stuck in hell. So the angel flew his little angelic butt down to hell to retrieve the fuckboy. For hevean had plans for this fuckboy. After grabbing the fuckboy out of hell, the angel went and hid, for he didn't want the fuckboy to know that he was the one who gripped him tight and raised him from perdition. Although, the angel was in too much of a hurry. He accidentally left one of his silver slippers with the fuckboy. He loved those slippers. He was willing to risk his identity being revealed for that slipper, but had to wait for the perfect moment. Now you see, when the fuckboy came to, he was very curious who had saved him. he also noticed he was holding a slipper, a silver one at that. "da fuk. who da hells slipper is dis. its su tiny and cuut. it must belong to the one who drug me out of hell. of course" so the fuckboy went off. He searched up and down, down and up, left and right right and left. He made every monster, demon, and ghoul try on the slipper. But it was so small, so cute, so… slippery, that it didn't fit anyone. So the fuckboy gave up, and snuggled in with his moosey friend for he was uber sleepy from all that searching. later that night the fuckboy was awoken to a *boop*. he opened his eyes to see two light blue oceans staring back at him in the darkness. The pair of oceans belonged to a middle aged petite businessman in a trenchcoat. the businessman whispered "excuse me, but i would like my slipper back"

and right then

the fuckboy realized

that he had found

the boy to fuck

the end