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    • Your Local Shadow SimpY
      ๐–ค๐ธ๐“‚๐’พ๐“๐“Ž ๐‘€๐‘’๐“‡๐“‡๐’พ๐“‚๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“€๐–ค Dumpster Fire Children
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      Killer Instincts
      My name is Anya Rose Thorne. I am a 23-year-old homicide detective for the Weston PD in Weston, West Virginia, a very conservative and religious small town. My team and I have been chasing the notorious and oh-so-elusive serial killer known as the โ€œAngel of Deathโ€ for nearly three months. We know almost nothing about all thisโ€ฆ so-called โ€œAngel.โ€ Weโ€™ve had plenty of suspects who fit the modus operandi, but all have been proven innocent. This is a documentation of the case and my following of the Angel.
      โ€ฆ
      September 4, 2024โ€”6:58 PM
      I sit at my desk, all the files of the five victims lined up in chronological order, my head in my hands. I didnโ€™t understand. How were they related? The causes of death were different, the scenes were unrelated, and the victims all seemed to be irrelevant. The only thing that ties the crimes together is a fake black feather and a long black synthetic wig hair. The only similarity between the bodies is that they all have the numbers 1, 2, 3, or 4 carved on their arms. What made it even stranger is that the numbers were carved on their arms chronologically in which they diedโ€ฆ I fear that the Angel wonโ€™t stop at four victims. The Angel will kill again.
      Ava Determan (1)
      Drowned in the park lake. TOD: 2:22 AM. ~June 23, 2024
      Noah Evans (2)
      Shot with a gun. TOD: 3:33 AM. ~August 11, 2024
      Gracie Anderson (3)
      Electrocution and Strangulation. TOD: Undetermined. ~August 19, 2024
      Elijah Thompson (4)
      Poisoned (?) TOD: Undetermined ~August 25, 2024

      โ€œWhat is it about these people that the Angel thought it necessary to kill these people in the ways and places she did?โ€ I got up from my desk and paced my office. 7:50 PM. It was getting late, but I knew I couldnโ€™t leave yet. I havenโ€™t made any progress. I havenโ€™t been able to make any connections. What do the numbers mean? Why the wig and feather? Suddenly, Iโ€™m pulled from my thoughts as I hear a rapping on my door. I look up to see the janitor, Mrs. Olivia Fedderson, smiling at me. โ€œMrs. Fedderson! A pleasure to see you. Can I help you with anything?โ€ I had a pleasant smile on my face to hide the frustrations I was feeling. Well, as friendly of a smile as I could muster. I probably looked like a pained mule.
      โ€œOh, no, dear. Iโ€™m just making sure youโ€™re aware of the time.โ€ Mrs. Fedderson was a nice woman. She reminds me of my mom a little bit, with her green eyes and how her crowโ€™s feet crinkle around her eyes when she smiles. Even more so with her short and stockier stature, but she always tries to talk about religion or politics to me whenever she has the chance. I always internally cringed when she fiddled with her gold cross necklace. It reminds me of my childhood when my mom and dad would force me to wear this long, itchy white babydoll dress and matching bobby socks with some black flats to church every Sunday. Now, donโ€™t get me wrong, I respect those who follow and believe in Christianity, but it was just never for me.
      โ€œIโ€™m aware of the time, thank youโ€ฆDonโ€™t worry, Iโ€™ll be out before 10:00 PM. Promise.โ€ I gave her a kind smile and a polite wave as she nodded and walked away. I let out a heavy sigh I didnโ€™t even know I was holding, and leaned on my desk, leaning over the case files, glancing over at the clock on the corner of my messy deskโ€”8:00 PM.
      โ€œItโ€™s late. Itโ€™s a long drive home. I should head out,โ€ I mumble in a tired voice as I start to clean up the case files, putting them in the lockable drawer of my desk.
      โ€ฆ
      The drive home wasโ€ฆblurry. I canโ€™t remember much of it. I was exhausted. I remember looking at the time about halfway through my drive. 8:20 PM. Thatโ€™s when I drove by the supposedly โ€˜possessed and hauntedโ€™ Trans-Allenghey Lunatic Asylum that โ€˜shut downโ€™ in the โ€˜90s. Iโ€™m surprised I havenโ€™t gotten any reports of bodies being found there. Then again, it did shut down and is theoretically abandonedโ€ฆbut Iโ€™ve always suspected that somethingโ€™s going on there. Not like I can prove it, though. Itโ€™s locked up pretty tight. Probably for good reason. At this point, my eyes were getting heavy. I need to go home. Iโ€™m exhausted. I glanced at the clock on my dashboard. 8:42 PM. Just a few more minutesโ€ฆ At last. Home, sweet homeโ€ฆ
      I pull up into my driveway, grab my things, get out, lock the car, et cetera, et ceteraโ€ฆ I walk up the small steps to my porch, check the mail on my way up, grab the few ads in there, unlock my door, and step inside. It was a small house. Comfortable for one person, though. I smiled as my black cat Jiji approached my legs, greeting me with a low purr. โ€œHey, Jiโ€ฆ You miss me?โ€ I gave her a quick scratch on the head before walking inside completely, shutting the door behind me, and putting my things away, before giving Jiji my complete attention for a few minutes. โ€œSorry, Jiji. Iโ€™ve gotta go shower and sleepโ€ฆโ€ Jiji meows in response, going to her cat tower in the corner of the room by her food bowl and water, lying in the topmost bed. I watch her, before returning my attention to what I was doing. AKA showering. I stood in my shower, the steam from the hot water fogging up my windows and mirrors. I donโ€™t know how long I stood in there for, but I remember the water getting cold after I had washed my hair and cleaned myself up. I must have spent quite a bit of time in there. After thatโ€ฆI donโ€™t remember anything. I rememberโ€ฆgoing to bed later than normal for some reason. Aroundโ€ฆ1:46 AM, but I canโ€™t remember whyโ€ฆ All I remember is I need to talk to Mrs. Fedderson laterโ€ฆ
      โ€ฆ
      September 5, 2024
      I woke up to a call from my partner, saying that they found another body. He had sent me the details, and I read them as I got dressed and ready to head to the scene, which was about 27 minutes away. โ€œLaney Hanson, 39-year-old female, cause of death internal organs removed? Jesusโ€ฆtime of death 1:11 AM. She was found off to the side of an abandoned building. Weirdโ€ฆโ€ I arrived at the scene around 5:30 AM, exhausted. Iโ€™d only gotten 3 hours of sleep.
      โ€œMorning, Sloane. This her, I assume?โ€ I yawned and rubbed my eyes.
      โ€œMorning, Thorne. Yeah, this is her. Coffee?โ€ He held out a coffee cup, which I gladly took.
      โ€œUgh, you know me too well,โ€ I grin, taking a sip of the coffee, and studying the gruesome scene before us. It was a mess.
      The womanโ€™s torso had been cut open like it would have been in an autopsy, and all of her internal organs were strewn about in the surrounding area. Thankfully they were being picked up by Forensics and sorted into various biohazard coolers. A good thing, too. I donโ€™t feel like losing my appetite so early in the day.
      โ€œWell, it seems that Forensics has it down, so are we okay to go to the department and start reviewing the cases again? I donโ€™t feel like being here much longer,โ€ I sigh, pulling my coat tighter against myself, my breath creating a small cloud when I speak.
      โ€œYeah, we can probably head back. Let me check with Forensics.โ€ He then left me, going to talk with Forensics, making sure we were all clear to leave. He turned around, giving me a thumbs-up. I nodded and left for my car, which was hopefully still warm from having my heat on from the drive here. โ€œItโ€™s the start of September. Why is it so cooooooolllllldddd?โ€
      โ€œNo idea, Anya. But suck it up!โ€ Ugh, heโ€™s always like this. I love Sloaneโ€”my boyfriendโ€”to death, but he can be a bitโ€ฆabrasive, to put it kindly.
      โ€œTalking to myself, Tyler!โ€ Jeez, he forgets I yap to myself. I sigh as I get in my car, which is thankfully still warm. I then drove off to the precinct, which was about 20 more minutes away from the scene, listening to the radio as I drove.
      โ€ฆ
      I pull into the precinct and walk inside, greeting fellow officers, before taking a seat at my desk, pulling out all the previous case files, and looking them over once again, adding the new one in.
      Ava Determan (1)
      Drowned in the park lake. TOD: 2:22 AM. ~June 23, 2024
      Noah Evans (2)
      Shot with a gun. TOD: 3:33 AM. ~August 11, 2024
      Gracie Anderson (3)
      Electrocution and Strangulation. TOD: Undetermined. ~August 19, 2024
      Elijah Thompson (4)
      Poisoned (?) TOD: Undetermined ~August 25, 2024
      Laney Hanson (5)
      Internal Organs Removed. TOD: 1:11 AM. ~September 5

      Five victims. Five different deaths. Five different crime scenes. Tyler comes in the precinct doors, not long after, walking over to my desk, and looking at the files as well.
      โ€œItโ€™s awful, Tyler. Awful. Five victims in 4 monthsโ€ฆโ€
      โ€œAwful is putting it nicely. By the way, did you see that that new whiteboard/pinboard came in for the briefing room? You should put things on there to help organize your thoughts.โ€
      โ€œOoh, I did see it, but I never thought about it. Thank you for that thought!โ€
      I grabbed the files and headed for the briefing room/big office, lining things up in chronological order, marking where the victims were up on a map, frowning. โ€œThatโ€™sโ€ฆweird. The scenes of the crimes are in a pentagon shape,โ€ I mutter to myself. Tyler had followed me and was leaning in the doorway, listening to my mutterings.
      โ€œA pentagon? Thatโ€™s weird. Did you line them up in chronological order?โ€
      โ€œYes, I lined them up in chronological order, Tyler.โ€
      โ€œNot the victims themselves, the scenes.โ€
      โ€œHow would I do thatโ€”itโ€™s not like I can line up places in a single line.โ€
      โ€œNo, no, no. Trace a line between all of the scenes. So you can see how they all line up chronologically.โ€
      โ€œOoooh, I get it. Sorry, Iโ€™m a bit out of it today. I got maybeโ€ฆ3 hours of sleep,โ€ I sighed, taking another sip of my coffee, grabbing a few pins and some string, and I started to line up the crime scenes in chronological order. My face paled, and I stood before the board in shock. I couldnโ€™t believe it. The crime scenesโ€ฆThey line up to create a pentagram.
      โ€œIs this some kind of sick joke? What kind of person would call themselves an Angel and then make the crime scenes line up into a pentagram?!โ€
      Thatโ€™s when Mrs. Fedderson walked by, chirping in. โ€œA sicko, thatโ€™s who!โ€
      โ€œAh, Mrs. Fedderson. Good to see youโ€ฆUhmโ€ฆcan I speak to you after my shift tonight?โ€
      โ€œOf course, darling. Iโ€™ll be here all day. But, canโ€™t we just speak now?โ€
      โ€œAh, no. Iโ€™m busy right now. Weโ€™re making some breakthroughs,โ€ I say as I start to line up the pictures of the victims on the whiteboard, writing their names next to their pictures. She shrugs and walks away, the squeaky wheel of her mop bucket getting quieter as she leaves. Thatโ€™s when I see the next thing. I was always one for more cryptic cases, but this was next level. It was like the Angel was taunting us.
      โ€œTyler, look! The namesโ€ฆThe first letter of each first and last nameโ€ฆLook at what they spellโ€ฆโ€
      Ava Determan
      Noah Evans
      Gracie Anderson
      Elijah Thompson
      Laney Hanson

      Tyler muttered it out, his eyes widening when he realized. โ€œThey spelled out their ownโ€ฆname? Thatโ€™s messed upโ€ฆAnd a bit egotistical, donโ€™t you think?โ€
      โ€œItโ€™s not exactlyโ€ฆegotistical, more taunting. Like they knew weโ€™d figure this out. And in a religious town of all placesโ€ฆ First, killing people in places that make a pentagram when mapped out, but spelling out their title? Theyโ€™re taunting us. Trying to get a rise out of us. We canโ€™t let this get out to the press, itโ€™ll cause city-wide panic!โ€
      โ€œBut what if that would help keep people safe?!โ€
      After some deliberation, I answered reluctantly. โ€œFine. We can tell the press what weโ€™ve foundโ€ฆโ€
      โ€œThank you. You know itโ€™s probably for the best.
      Oh boy, were we wrong? People went into a panic. As if this already bad day couldnโ€™t get any worse. I listened to the radio at my desk for hours on how people were stocking up on supplies because they planned on locking themselves in their houses.
      โ€œJesusโ€ฆhere we go. Itโ€™s like another COVID but with a killer on the loose rather than a viral pandemic,โ€ I groan, my face buried in my hands. I check the time on my clock, sighing. 7:47. Just likeโ€ฆ13 more minutes until I get off work. 13 more minutes until I need to talk to Mrs. Fedderson.
      โ€œTyler, Iโ€™m gonna take a small nap. Let me know if anything happens,โ€ I call out. Iโ€™m so exhausted. I set a 13-minute timer, and I took a small nap. Once the timer went off, I woke up, regrettably more tired than before, and went to find Mrs. Olivia Fedderson. Everyone else was gone since they had earlier shifts. Tyler, too.
      โ€œMrs. Fedderson? Are you still here?โ€ I walked around, trying to find her. Eventually, I found her by the utility closet, putting some things away.
      โ€œAh, Mrs. Fedderson. I was looking for youโ€ฆ Just humor meโ€ฆdid you happen to see anything strange on your drive home last night?โ€
      โ€œAh, I did! I swear on the Lordโ€™s good name that I saw a woman who looks an awful lot like you where that newest crime scene was!โ€
      โ€œYou swear on the Lordโ€™s name?โ€
      โ€œI do! Come to think of it, I tried to call out, and that woman sounded like you, too! I know it wasnโ€™t you, of course, but then she ran away. I figured it was some homeless lady, the poor girlโ€ฆโ€
      โ€œRightโ€ฆOf course, it wasnโ€™t. Why would I do that? Iโ€™m a homicide detective.โ€
      โ€œThat woman gave me a bit of a scare, though.โ€
      โ€œWhat time would you say you saw her?โ€
      โ€œAround 1:05 AMโ€ฆWhy?โ€
      โ€œโ€ฆI see. Thank you, Mrs. Fedderson. Just trying to see who I saw drive by me around then.โ€
      โ€œWhat?โ€
      โ€œI said I was trying to see who drove past me there.โ€
      โ€œMs. Anya! You didnโ€™t!โ€
      โ€œDid what?โ€
      โ€œMurder that poor girl! You didnโ€™t!โ€
      โ€œOh, but I did, Mrs. Fedderson. I killed them all,โ€ I say, grinning, approaching maliciously. My gaze flicks to the heavy wooden cross hanging from her janitorial cart. I quickly grabbed, it, andโ€ฆafter that, I donโ€™t remember what happened. It wasnโ€™t until I was wiping the blood off my hands I even knew she was deadโ€ฆ I walked by the supply closet and tossed the bloody cross onto the body.
      โ€œSuits you right, I guess. Have fun in Hell.โ€
      I kept walking back down the hall, waving at the security camera. I didnโ€™t bother to hide my face. Iโ€™ll just come in like normalโ€ฆ

      โ€ฆ
      I came in at my normal time the next day, and there stood Tyler, waiting for me, his expression a mix of anger, confusion, fear, hatred, sheer terrorโ€ฆ
      โ€œMorning, Tyler. Whatโ€™s wrong?โ€
      โ€œDonโ€™t play coy with me, Anya. We saw the footage!โ€
      โ€œTyler, I- I can explain!โ€
      โ€œThe Angelโ€™s been under our noses this whole timeโ€ฆโ€
      โ€œTyler, please, listen to me!โ€
      โ€œI canโ€™t believe my Angel has fallenโ€”so far that now, sheโ€™s Deathโ€™s, wearing his wings instead of mine.โ€
      โ€œTylerโ€ฆIโ€ฆโ€ He really had to go and use my nickname. His little Angel.
      โ€œEnough, Anya.โ€
      โ€œTyler, I did it for youโ€ฆI did it for love!โ€
      โ€œYou caused religious panic across the whole town!โ€
      โ€œI did it because I love you!โ€
      โ€œI thought I loved you, too. But you lead me astray, and let me love a killer.โ€
      โ€œThe most dangerous thing to do is to love.โ€
      โ€œI canโ€™t believe you.โ€

      The next thing I know, my arms are being pulled behind my back, and the cold metal of handcuffs is being tightened around my wrists by my own lover.
      โ€œLittle tight there, Tyler.โ€ That only got a scowl and the handcuffs tightened in response.
      โ€œYou know where youโ€™re going, donโ€™t you, Anya?โ€
      โ€œIโ€™d assume prison.โ€
      โ€œYou know what assuming does, Anya.โ€
      โ€œYeah, yeah. It makes an โ€˜assโ€™ out of โ€˜uโ€™ and โ€˜meโ€™.โ€
      โ€œYeah. Youโ€™re going to Trans-Allenghey Lunatic Asylum.โ€
      โ€œSo there is something going on there!โ€
      โ€œShut up.โ€
      โ€œYouโ€™re so cold to me, Tyler. What happened to the occasional โ€˜I love you,โ€™ huh?โ€
      โ€œYou know what you did.โ€
      โ€œI still love you, Tyler.โ€
      โ€œItโ€™s a shame those feelings arenโ€™t returned, anymore.โ€
      Tyler drags her out to one of the cars, taking her badge and credentials, and shoves her in, slamming the door shut. โ€œSheโ€™s going to Trans-Allenghey. With the rest of the freaks.โ€
      That was the last I ever saw or heard from my boyfriend. Thatโ€™s the last I saw or heard from anyone. They put me in solitary. However, they let me write. So, here I sit. In my sad padded cell, with a small barred window providing me hardly enough light as I write, telling you my tale.
      A word to the wise, my dear readers, take a break from being the bigger person. Commit murder, and never let a soul live to tell the tale of your crimes. Trust me, itโ€™s quite refreshing. Then you can have a whole lot of fun in solitary. Itโ€™s like the best experience you could ask for. No shitty cellmates, and three meals a day, and free health care.
      Good luck.

      "๐ผ ๐“ˆ๐“…๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐‘œ ๐“๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’น๐’ถ๐“‡๐“€๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“ˆ, ๐ผ'๐’น ๐’ถ๐“๐“‚๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡๐‘”๐‘œ๐“‰๐“‰๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“Œ ๐’ท๐‘’๐’ถ๐“Š๐“‰๐’พ๐’ป๐“Š๐“ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‚๐‘œ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐“๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰ ๐’พ๐“ˆ."

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        one of those dates are my birthday- ๐Ÿ˜ญ

        iโ€™m going to read this later, it seems cool omg

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          Wubbrle the [REDACTED] The average Touhou Lovers <3 ..The Octobers.. ๐Ÿฐ TAWOG Club Halloween squad Cult of Arsonists @Your Local Shadow Simp
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          @Your-Local-Ghostface-Simp EDIT: its actually a story mb

          https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_5pQsDqnok
          bro this slaps ngl ๐Ÿ”ฅ
          fsdfdfsdsdssdfdfsdsdsfdsf.PNG

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            @Your-Local-Ghostface-Simp Thatโ€™s actually smth Iโ€™d read more than twice.

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              Wubbrle the [REDACTED] The average Touhou Lovers <3 ..The Octobers.. ๐Ÿฐ TAWOG Club Halloween squad Cult of Arsonists @A Former User
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              @Youre_Just_A_Pun_To_Put_It_Politely im not that kinda murder killer blood type of guy liking those stories but this sounds interesting lol so ima probably read it

              https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_5pQsDqnok
              bro this slaps ngl ๐Ÿ”ฅ
              fsdfdfsdsdssdfdfsdsdsfdsf.PNG

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                ๐–ค๐ธ๐“‚๐’พ๐“๐“Ž ๐‘€๐‘’๐“‡๐“‡๐’พ๐“‚๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“€๐–ค Dumpster Fire Children @Wubbrle the [REDACTED]
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                @Wubbrle-the-Wubble oh yeah, itโ€™s a whole story- Exactly 6 pages in Google Docs.

                "๐ผ ๐“ˆ๐“…๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐‘œ ๐“๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’น๐’ถ๐“‡๐“€๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“ˆ, ๐ผ'๐’น ๐’ถ๐“๐“‚๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡๐‘”๐‘œ๐“‰๐“‰๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“Œ ๐’ท๐‘’๐’ถ๐“Š๐“‰๐’พ๐’ป๐“Š๐“ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‚๐‘œ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐“๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰ ๐’พ๐“ˆ."

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                  ๐–ค๐ธ๐“‚๐’พ๐“๐“Ž ๐‘€๐‘’๐“‡๐“‡๐’พ๐“‚๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“€๐–ค Dumpster Fire Children @A Former User
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                  @Youre_Just_A_Pun_To_Put_It_Politely TYYY!! <33

                  "๐ผ ๐“ˆ๐“…๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐‘œ ๐“๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’น๐’ถ๐“‡๐“€๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“ˆ, ๐ผ'๐’น ๐’ถ๐“๐“‚๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡๐‘”๐‘œ๐“‰๐“‰๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“Œ ๐’ท๐‘’๐’ถ๐“Š๐“‰๐’พ๐’ป๐“Š๐“ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‚๐‘œ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐“๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰ ๐’พ๐“ˆ."

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                    @Your-Local-Ghostface-Simp YWWWW !! <3

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                      ๐–ค๐ธ๐“‚๐’พ๐“๐“Ž ๐‘€๐‘’๐“‡๐“‡๐’พ๐“‚๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“€๐–ค Dumpster Fire Children @A Former User
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                      @Youre_Just_A_Pun_To_Put_It_Politely I spent like a week writing this ๐Ÿ˜ญ ๐Ÿซ 

                      "๐ผ ๐“ˆ๐“…๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐‘œ ๐“๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’น๐’ถ๐“‡๐“€๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“ˆ, ๐ผ'๐’น ๐’ถ๐“๐“‚๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡๐‘”๐‘œ๐“‰๐“‰๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“Œ ๐’ท๐‘’๐’ถ๐“Š๐“‰๐’พ๐’ป๐“Š๐“ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‚๐‘œ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐“๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰ ๐’พ๐“ˆ."

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                        @Your-Local-Ghostface-Simp A WEEK???

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                          ๐–ค๐ธ๐“‚๐’พ๐“๐“Ž ๐‘€๐‘’๐“‡๐“‡๐’พ๐“‚๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“€๐–ค Dumpster Fire Children @A Former User
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                          @Youre_Just_A_Pun_To_Put_It_Politely INDEED. I PLANNED THIS OUT SO MUCH

                          "๐ผ ๐“ˆ๐“…๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐‘œ ๐“๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’น๐’ถ๐“‡๐“€๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“ˆ, ๐ผ'๐’น ๐’ถ๐“๐“‚๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡๐‘”๐‘œ๐“‰๐“‰๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“Œ ๐’ท๐‘’๐’ถ๐“Š๐“‰๐’พ๐’ป๐“Š๐“ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‚๐‘œ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐“๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰ ๐’พ๐“ˆ."

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                            @Your-Local-Ghostface-Simp I COULD NEVER ๐Ÿ˜ญ

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                              ๐–ค๐ธ๐“‚๐’พ๐“๐“Ž ๐‘€๐‘’๐“‡๐“‡๐’พ๐“‚๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“€๐–ค Dumpster Fire Children @A Former User
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                              @Youre_Just_A_Pun_To_Put_It_Politely yeah, this is by far the longest thing Iโ€™ve ever written.
                              And like- yes this is the finished product for the school prompt, but Iโ€™m totally gonna come back to this at some point and edit it and make it longer.

                              "๐ผ ๐“ˆ๐“…๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐‘œ ๐“๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’น๐’ถ๐“‡๐“€๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“ˆ, ๐ผ'๐’น ๐’ถ๐“๐“‚๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡๐‘”๐‘œ๐“‰๐“‰๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“Œ ๐’ท๐‘’๐’ถ๐“Š๐“‰๐’พ๐’ป๐“Š๐“ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‚๐‘œ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐“๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰ ๐’พ๐“ˆ."

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                                @Your-Local-Ghostface-Simp guess what im also writing a story in school which got over 15.000 words, 17.412 to be exact but no more school for 2-3 weeks

                                https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_5pQsDqnok
                                bro this slaps ngl ๐Ÿ”ฅ
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