After a long day at work, Marcus finally gets home;
“Ugh its been a long day, it would be nice if shrek came to visit me tonight” he thinks to himself, sadly, hungrily, lustfully as he unlocks the door to this tiny, shithole he calls home.
“Is there any onion juice left?” he asks himself, knowing the answer; there was none left. He had used the rest as lube when he -unknowingly- contracted herpes from his stuffed ogre toy last night, by shoving its thick, stuffed foot all the way up to his lungs; he couldnt have enough of it.
That was his hobby then, shoving stuff up his tired, overly used asshole. He never thought anything of it, you see, Marcus lived a sad life. But that was about to change. After shamefully stating that he would beat his meat later to some Rick-Michonne roleplay porn, he headed to his room.
*CREAK*
He paused at the dim lighted hallway- “what was that? Could it be-”
*CREAK*
*CREAK*