Page 2 of How to Hide Your Angel Kid

When he’d waited half an hour and still the rock hadn’t budged an inch, Pinks went to check on Zarrie. She seemed fine. So he crept to the front door and slipped out, locking it.

Pinks took a long detour. He crossed the road and went down several houses, before crossing the road again and sneaking through someone’s backyard. From there, he circled back through the forest, going slowly to avoid all the crunchy leaves and twigs.

Twice, he thought the mysterious rock moved, until he realized that parts of it sparkled in the sunlight.

The closer he got, the faster his heart pounded. This was exactly like a horror movie, except it was all happening in the day.

He was twenty yards away, expecting the statue to suddenly attack him. Then, he was ten yards away.

Five yards.

The blob was a statue of a man, actually. A man two heads taller than him and twice as broad. He had a strong jaw, full lips, and determined eyes. He was wearing a button-down shirt with his sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms, and his chest... His chest should’ve been illegal, with the way it stretched his stone shirt, his shoulders broad and muscular. Then there was the bulge between his legs, girthy and curved, bigger than anything Pinks had seen.

Maybe that was why he was a statue. Someone had gotten jealous of the giant’s cock size.

Pinks tensed his limbs, waiting for the statue to unfreeze and leap at him.

But the statue remained a statue. Pinks raised his phone and took a picture, before he realized that the statue was... changing colors? His shirt was turning whiter. His face became moreflesh-colored. His eyes were bluer now. And his skin almost looked soft.

His phone buzzed with his friends’ messages. Pinks pulled up the chat, backing away.

PinksThinks:

Uh guys? Sorry to derail the chat but

This giant statue just

Came alive

In front of me!!!!!!

WolfCubDad

Pinks?? Where are you??

JoeyNotAKangaroo

Isn’t he at the safehouse?!

Pinks didn’t even have the chance to reply. The statue wasmoving.The man blinked, and a rocky film fell away from his eyes.

Pinks needed help. Oh, gods, he needed help, stat. His hands shook so much that he couldn’t type anymore.

PinksThinks

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The statue-man swiveled his head, exactly like a robot in a horror movie.

Pinks screamed. He did the first thing that came to mind: He threw his phone at the man.

It hit his bulge. His still-gray, rock-hard bulge.

The phone shattered.

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