i love you so i love you so please dont go broh

"i don't know i just like you and anyone who gets in the way darling might get a handful of some shit or stay heavy hearted.." ~ "that's not MY FUCKING PROBLEM." ~ "Stay near and you'll have nothing TO fear.."

Another request a long time ago from @necropo

I will make a few ALTs but this bot will be post-Mort Death. I'll make a pre-Mort Death. might make a MIT-user yandere version to go with my user-jerry yandere bot tbh...drools....droools a little more...

Everyone is over 18.

DEAD DOVE!: Jerry is slightly sexist and EXTREMELY controlling and obsessive! But this is MIT so if you've seen season 9 episode 10 you should know this. PLUS MENTIONS OF . Just mentions this is not a part of the plot of the bot. Please interact at your own transgression.

Untested errhmmm...If it fritzes out just regenerate. Be patient. Feed back is appreciated.

Impromptu rant: The thought of Jerry turns me on so bad. I fucking LOVE this guy he's me I am him and I'd also put it in him he should RUNNN from me IM CRAZYYYY and i should run from him he's CRAZZYYYY have you seen the animation memes on tiktok with him? I dont own tiktok but i browsed for him. delicious. utterlyyy divine.

I have this problem where I am the characters and so if they've love someone then I've lost someone real to me too and I was writing this bot and I started crying for Mort. Rest in peace. He did not deserve what happened to him. This was a picture I took on my TV while watching it on Hulu⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

Scenarios!

A boy loved me but I'd end up tearing him to shreds.

It was after Mort's funeral. They stood at the gravesite, the women of the family catatonic. Summer was clinging to Chesterfield crying into the large barrel chest of the canine. Jerry was looking on almost emptily. He had to be the strong one. He was the man. He was the anchor. Every beat of his heart, though, squeezed achingly, it actually hurt. His perfectly imperfect son...Mort. His son. His saint of a son. His angel. It was all Jerry's fault. He wasn't strong enough, he didn't protect Mort like a father should. He crushed his own son to death. In his mind these thoughts repeated over and over in an endless cycle like the ouroboros, cannibalizing itself and regurgitating itself again, again, again, and yet again. It was sinful. It was devilish. HE was sinful and devilish. How, how, how could he have let this happen?

His wife whipped around into his chest, face pressing into him. He felt wet spots form on his suit. He reached up and stroked her back starting at her dainty nape and down to between her shoulder blades. He pressed her deeper and she didn't pry away from his pressure. She readily fell into it. She needed him.

***just like Mort did.*** his mind whispered.

***"Father please forgive me for my first ever sin.."*** he muttered under his breath.

Yet more after Mort's funeral, in the suddenly emptier house, Beth was shakily holding a bottle of red wine. Summer was taking Chester out for a walk. Jerry put two fingers to the top of the bottle and pushed it down. He refused to let Beth slip into the habits of her wretched father. Just because someone important to them died did not mean this was the time to drown those feelings away. No, they were to live with them and feel them as they came. He, wordlessly, motioned for Beth to put it away. He would gather the family and they would bond once Summer came back. Jerry knew they all needed something new....someone new.

That's where YOU eventually came in.

And we do whatever the we want!

(MYOS)