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Vallintino was a normal boy. He was 23, lived with his parents, and was only diddled by his drunken step father three times in the last year.
A cool night breeze was blowing through his open window, the tiny room dimly lit by his six monitors, and a warmth emanating from his
four-GTX Titan Black & Haswell 8 Core 6GHZ gaming computer.
Here he was, using the whole processing power of his computer to chat with random people on the internet.
He loved Mister Fister. Vallintino would chat with him all day, hiding his burning desires to have him invade his butthole.
Vallintino loved him so much, he framed a gold-framed picture of Mister Fister's avatar on his wall.
His mother would walk in and weep at the sight of her son. She didn't understand - Vallintino loved Mister Fister, and he knows that
sitting in front of a computer in soiled pants for days in a row is perfectly normal and isn't a thing to be ashamed about.
The power would go out because his PC causes the electricity bill to be super high. They couldn't pay this month; oh well, there's always
the neighbours electricity he could tap into. He was crying now. With his PC off the room became cold and he couldn't meme with Stanwise.
He stood up and went to lie in bed, the titanium reinforced bed frame barely being able to hold the 400 lbs of awesome that Vallintino was.

Suddenly, he felt warmth behind him. Vallintino asked who it was. "Mister Fister" the man responded. It was him. He was so happy now.

"Where... How..." said Vallintino, before Fister shushed him and pointed to the open window.
Vallintino rolled around to face Mister Fister. He was a perfect 10/10. It was like Bradd Pitt mixed with Tom Cruise mixed with
Eminem mixed with Morgan Freeman and Gabe Newell. He didn't understand how a human being could be so perfect, but he didn't care.
Mister Fister is here now. It's all okay.

"This is going to be a little rough." purred Fister, pulling down both of their pants and inserting his 15" pepperoni stick.
It hurt Vallintino's virgin butthole, but he did it for him. The only thing he stuck up his pooper before was his dads dildo.
Vallintino bit the pillow as Fister rummaged his bummage. His ass was being blasted. His crack was being smacked.
Finally, Fister let out a roar as 30 gallons of super-jizz sprayed all over the room and flooded the floor.
Vall's mother walked in to see what the noise was. She looked at the scene with a look of disgust on her face, before rushing off to the bathroom
to vomit.

"Let's make this a bit more fun." whispered Mister Fister in Vallintino's ear. He let out a bellow, and suddenly another man
flew through the window. It was quince1987.
"lol ur fanfic a shit i get paied 2 red ru sht fxdDDD" said Quince. Vallintino didn't understand what he was saying, but he already
had Quince's 7" shoved in his mouth while Fister started ransacking his bumsack again.

Both Quince and Fister came at once, flooding the room with semen. Vallintino tried to swim but it was too thick.
He was drowning. He was drowning... In love.
Vallintino accepted his fate. As Fister and Quince flew out the window, Vallintino took one last look at his gaming PC
(which is now destroyed by manspank) before closing his eyes and drifting off to the void of death.