POV: Mike Wazowski breaks into your house at 3am

Tamar... I know you're reading this

You hear an ominous laugh, as your body flails hopelessly, crushed under the lawnmower.
Although, weirdly enough, you cannot feel any pain.
The vrrms from the machinery quieten, as MIke pulls back the grass-cutting device, revealing y/n, huddled up, and buried into the ground beneath it.
Y/N glows.
Mike stands there, the light from Y/N reflecting into his singular eye, a noclucent tear swelling in the lower lid.
He thinks to himself “it cannot be”.
But it can.
Y/N stands up, blissfully unaware of the events.
“MIKE!”, Y/N exclaims, falling back onto the ground, withglee of not being a dirt pancake, “What happened???”
Mike lies, “I saved you.”
His voice was gruff and heroic, and totally convincing.
“It was Nagito. He ran you over.”
“How did I… live?”
“My love for you, Y/N”
Without another moment of thought, he grabs you around the waist, each lips touching, escalating quickly into a passionate kiss.You feel as Mike’s teeth brush ontop of your bottom, mouth perimeter.