Whats Going On

The fact that it was a trap did not make the Muppet Hole any less alluring. Light had always loved the taste of forbidden fruit. He would bite into it again and again, no matter how many times he damned himself. It was always worth it.

He had tried to run from his nature before. To live a happier life with his wife and son. He wished so badly that he could've done it. But if Icarus hadn't flown as high as he had, the sun would've come down to the earth to meet him anyway.

Kermit prepared to lower himself onto Light's aching member. Their eyes were locked, their breathing heavy. Kermit's hole dripped with lust just as much as it did with poison.

Light wanted this so, so badly.

And yet.

He thought of his wife.

"Wait," Light rasped. "Let's try something else,"

Kermit stopped immediately, poisonous muppet hole inches away from Light's lightning rod.

"Anything for you, darling," the muppet whispered, eyes burning with seething hatred, and with something else harder to decipher. "What do you have in mind?"