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well,   what kind of phone is it?     @sweetsdemise 

@PERFECTlONISM 
                    4'6?     that's very..   small.      how am i supposed to trust a child?   nevermind a strange one.

@deathsresolved 
            you say that like i don't hear it a million times a day . i'm 4'6'' , people ! * she groans , rolling her eyes . * just trust me , okay ? don't be a doofus .

@PERFECTlONISM 
                        why are you even here?     aren't you like five?

@reddistort 
                    don't come screaming to me when he tries to cut you in half.

okay.  i will.

@reddistort 
                      say that to his face,    why don't you.

/  RAAAWR

//  !

/          here  and  @unsane

he  didn’t  know  about  me.     i  don’t  think.     but  he  could  still  at  least  just..     talk  to  me.     just  once.     just  for  a  few  minutes.

@foughthard 
                    actually,   /  you  /  don't owe him anything,    he owes you his life.   you're the kid,    you're just a product of this mess.

but  he  probably  will.     and  that’s  okay,     i  get  it.     he  doesn’t  owe  me  anything.     it  was  stupid  of  me  to  think  he  did.

@deathsresolved ooh, throw me around, mister o’conner. make me your rag doll — i’m kidding.

@seesdead               if i used all of my strength,   you would be halfway across the room.

@deathsresolved it’s not working. i’m clinging for dear life, you can’t take me away from here.

@deathsresolved uh huh. is that it? no terrifying moments, gory details?

@wentmissing,
            i was—   having a moment..   which involved me killing max.

@deathsresolved i still don’t even know why. you, i’m not surprised. we’ve all done stuff, but family drama? fun.

i guess we should enjoy it while it lasts . who knows when it starts getting loud again . 

@grudgeheld,
            definitely,     but it's peaceful—    so i'm not complaining.

@deathsresolved *she locked eyes with him, waiting for the trigger to be pulled, and she could feel her heart racing at the thought of her life ending this way. death was inevitable, there’s almost no way to avoid it unless you meet the right people or end up in the right — or wrong  — places. she wasn’t afraid of dying, but more so of what came after death and where she would end up... and then, the trigger was pulled. she didn’t flinch, nor did she break eye contact, but she did exhale the breath she held out of relief, but it wasn’t over. she had to be careful now. slowly, one of her hands grabbed ahold of his wrist to point the gun away from her, tearing her gaze away to glance down at the body that laid on the floor.* we need to get rid of his body and clean this up, and then we can go home. i won’t tell anyone, but... let’s just deal with this for now.

@seesdead,
            *     he had a feeling she'd step closer to him,   despite the loaded gun in his grasp.    what he didn't expect though,   was for her forehead to be pressed against the barrel like it was now.    his seemingly dead gaze was locked on hers as his index finger rested idly on the trigger.     his subconscious was telling him to pull the gun away,   if he knew what was good for him—   but there was that voice,   that he spent years learning how to block out,   that managed to cloud his mind,   telling him to pull the trigger and add another body to his kill count.    he was almost mute,   and not in a good way—    the silence from him,   and the nonchalant body movements he made,    it was eerie.      what they didn't know is that he wouldn't remember this tomorrow,   but what he did know?    there was only one bullet in the chamber.   *      you're gonna wish you never said that.       *    with an eldritch whisper,   he sure as hell decided to take his chances—    so with that,   he pulled the trigger.     like anticipated,   from his part,   no bullet came out.    she was still standing there,   alive and breathing.     *

@deathsresolved *the more he spoke, and the closer she got, the voices around her weren’t exactly the kindest. certain spirits around her were concerned, and others were waiting to witness her own demise, yet she still persisted. she had to rely on herself and her own instincts to really get through this.* but i’m not like him. i’m not him, hayden. you wouldn’t hurt me because you love me, right? don’t you? you don’t want to hurt me. *those last words repeated in her head like a mantra. she wanted — no, needed to cling onto something to maintain hope. it wasn’t until she was finally close enough to the gun when reality struck, and everything went silent. carefully, she moved a bit closer, allowing her forehead to press against the barrel of the gun with a shaky inhale. she knew what she had to do.* i still don’t plan on leaving here without you. so, prove me wrong and do it. kill me.

@deathsresolved billius — i’m not asking. so, i didn’t expect to argue over the phone with her about colton. i was about to stab my eyes out — literally. i was cutting my sandwich in half and wanted to perish there and then.

@seesdead,            what did billius  —   i mean billie,    do now?