Kurlos was baffled, why was he named in the Writer's script? His hands shook, fidgeting with nothing. He knew what was to come. So why was he scared? #thescript
Man write soomething actually hoorrifying noot sligthly cooncerning 8/
This is how he would justify it, this is how everything was right again. And even if this ... WRITER had a SEMBLANCE of influence, it didn't matter. It didn't matter. #thescript
it doesn't matter WHAT? GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD! HEINOUS HERETIC. APOSTATE FREAK!
Kryqus typed, a member of Team Chud. Although, recently their position in the team had gone into question. Would that happen again? They had no time to think of it. Humorous, slightly ironic even, a perfect reply. #thescript
Ha gootcha i'm part oof this fanfic noow gooood luck everyboody else
He flared, he screamed. His chucklevoodoo would do nothing. He would have to accept this as is. He would have to take in a new influence. This, to him, was unacceptable. #thescript
ABSOLUTELY MOTHERFUCKING UNACCEPTABLE! SO YOU CAN DO A BIT OF MIND READING, WHAT THE MOTHERFUCK EVER! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A FRAUD! A LONELY LIL' MOTHERFUCKER ALL ALONE WITH A TYPEWRITER. ... :o( Why do I feel like I heard that noise somewhere before...?
He had accepted it. There was nothing else he could od. #thescript
theres nothin' else i can do
EUGH, THE FUCK?! GET! OUT! OF! MY! HEAD!