Daniel Howell x Jojo Siwa

the dump

A/N: good thing im going to church in the morning dear fucking GOD WHAT AM I DOING EHFUE

Jojo lets out a shriek as I shove the fork deeper into her eye. Blood starts to pool as she falls limp. "Ew, Phil come help this is nasty as hell!" I begin to juggle her limp head. "Not on the good blankets dammit!" Phil runs over and grabs her head from my hands. I put my hands in the air and drop the bloody fork onto my sock, not letting it touch the ground. I can burn my sock, not the floor.
Phil laughs and picks the fork up off of my sock. "How are we supposed to get rid of this?" I tilt my head at Phil and he holds out a baggie with the bloody fork in it. "This reminds me of Dexter." I snort. "Leave the rest to me, go get a trash bag but you need to help make sure she doesn't get blood anywhere." I nod and make my way to the kitchen.
I walk back to Phil and he has Jojo on the floor. "Dont just stand there." It takes Phil a mere five minutes to get Jojo fully into the bag with no blood leakage. He ties it up and holds it out to me. "It's your trash day."

A/N: its 2 am and im tired off my ass so ill spare you the details of the rest because i Know you do not wanna read it anywaysysysysysyysysysy goodbye time to go praise god as if i didn't just write the worst thing to ever see the internet