(mentions of blood.)
'mɘʜƚ ||i⋊' it whispered. Bad tapped the egg. pitter. patter. pitter. He turned, and realized that Tommy was running. He adjusted his hood, and ran after him. He whipped out his axe, and threw it blindly. But it hit the target. The yelp was muffled, but was heard. 'Have a good after life, Tommy.' Hissed Bad.
The grass was stained red for days.
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Short Stories
FanfictionA few short stories, mostly based on the Dream SMP or stories where i get perms to write a paragraph. - - boop - - 'ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ, ᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ʙʟᴏᴡꜱ ᴜᴘ.' - ʜᴇʟᴘ. ʜᴇʟᴘ. ʜᴇʟᴘ. - ꜱᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴅ - ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ - ꜱᴏꜰɪᴀ - ᴛɪᴄᴋ. ᴛᴏᴄᴋ.
