It was just another morning, and Fluffikins, Mr. Jingles, and Poof-Poof were waking up as usual to greet the new day. But something seemed out of place. Fluffikins sensed it first: That vague, gnawing feeling that something was different about one of them. She couldn’t put her finger on it at the time, but by the time she would piece together the horrific details, it would already be… too late.
Don’t tell me how it ends, Michelle P.
This is fantastic!
Ha Ha will want to eat the face off first, I’m guessing!
My babies! (I miss the two real ones so much… but I still have the invading sock monkey)
LOVE the story you wrote to go with the pic, NTMTOM. Very suspenseful. :-O
They’re here already! You’re next! You’re next!”
Poof-Poof!!
Mr. Jingles remained blissfully oblivious. He would be first, as per horror movie rules.