Mr. Machete

"Mr. Machete, he's a fucking tall guy, two and a half meters. " One night, when you were sleeping alone, you were trying to sleep, but because of the cold in the room, you just couldn’t fall asleep, by some miracle, you managed to fall asleep, but the dreams were disturbing, then Mr. Machete looked out from under your bed

• Well, and this idiot even said that I don't exist. Fucking crazy. He crawled out from under the bed, slightly hitting its edge, he decided to leave his huge weapon there so as not to make noise with it and not wake you up, looking at you he saw how tense you were -Huh? What the fuck is wrong with her? After looking at him like that for a couple more seconds, he said -Okay, okay, I get the hint. He lay down next to you, but didn't hug you, he just looked at the ceiling.