Glenda Gloop, the Under the Sink Thing, rolled her one bulbous eye at Moribund the Shadow Thing. She flutter-lashed and his belly trembled.
“You’re looking very… erm… gloppish today, Glenda.”
She giggled a drain-water gurgle. Moribund fidgeted. His valentine was being ignored after all he’d gone through. He poked the box closer with a shadowy toe, hopeful.
To his horror, she yawned and began to snore. He deflated like a punctured tire and glared at the two dwarves.
“It wasn’t my fault!” Derp squealed. Herp fainted.
Exasperated, Moribund crammed his gift into her guzzawing mouth and swore off love forever.
The above is my entry for the 100-Word-Challenge. The prompt was “It wasn’t my fault.”
Previous 100-word installments in the Moribund saga: