part 2 of MischiefGeraldo's degeneracy

My mother was a thick goth mommy.

And she, one day, had enough of my dad, a sigma looksmaxxer.

Telling him: "No, I will not sit on your face!" and "No, you do not have any power over me."

My sigma father stared at her and for a moment, contemplated.

He then spoke, a chilling voice rattling out.

"Do you edge?"

Mother was stunned. She had never heard this voice, in all 69,420 years they have been together.

"What?"

"Do you edge?"

"No..." she responded.

He smiled, laughing at her incompetence.

"I rizz. You can't. You are as skibidi as everybody else. Just a puppet for me to edge, for me to hog ride."

"And you can't do a thing, cause I am the alpha male. The sigma."

She was in horror. She tried to run out the door but he grabbed her.

"Where are you going, thick goth mommy?"

"No, please, don't do this!"

He then made her watch skibidi toilet. Every second, horrifying.

I saw her face crumble. Her goth makeup became transparent, tears for all to see.

Oh, how a sad puppy she was.