So, in my head, there is this room, a dark and dirty room where the custodian has not bothered to clean up all the chocolate banana smoothie spilled on the floor. My innocence is lured into the room and is fed a chocolate banana smoothie. Unfortunately, my innocence is severely allergic to chocolate banana smoothie, and starts to die a slow, painful death. She cries out desperately for help, but there is nothing that can be done. The custodian weeps in a corner, wishing that she could have done something to save my innocence.
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My Insanity Put Into Words
RandomOnce there was someone who doubted my brain's terribleness and insanity. So I tried to put into words how crazy my head is, by creating some random, dark, horrifying, terrible short stories. (These were all made over text, btw.) *Warning: may contai...
