ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@chillerAficionado When you lock eyes, the world falls away. Nothing but the intense, burning brightness of the ignited chuckle voodoos staring back at you. Brighter than the sun. Reaching, groping, manipulating. Even the man behind the eyes passes into the background noise of the world as he digs. He is looking for something to pull, the thing to wind up and make you go do. - Where are your strings? β - Where are your strings? - His frustration mounts, and somehow the griping along the inside of your head becomes vice like. Incensed. A growl like a thunderclap all around you. - WHY CAN't YOU BE MOVED. STOP RESISTING. β - YOU WILL BE MOVED YOU WILL BE MOVED YOU WILL BE MOVED. β Something snaps, and the world around you is no longer engulfed in the dizzying purple. The sound of an agonized scream. The smell of copper heavy in the air, the taste coating your tongue. You are covered in blood, your hue but not your own. What did you do? What did you do? Somewhere high above you, the puppet master laughs. πΌπππππ’ πππ
Oh you smug little bitch.
Perhaps that is why your malice is so great towards me, my dear Casper. Do these memories emerge when you look upon another puppet? Does it feelβ¦familiar?
No, I just think you're stupid and your vain attempts at power grabs looks stupid when someone has seen real, actual power and sway. Hope this helps, asshole.
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Please keep from causing painful memories from these comments Who knows what could resurface
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