*(THIS IS SATIRE AND NOT MEANT TO MAKE FUN OF, DEMEAN, OR HARASS PEOPLE OR CREATORS WHO GENUINELY ENJOY THIS CONTENT. I DO NO SUPPORT THE HARASSMENT AND BULLYING OF PEOPLE WHO ENJOY SHIPPING CHARACTERS WITH OTHER CHARACTERS OR THEMSELVES)
Here we go again
Another fucking day in Nevada, you have big tits, big ass, and an indented skull. You think you look hotter than ever, your friends were calling you insane.
You wake up to pray at your Tricky shrine, and caress one of the many pictures of the clown that you have. You whisper sweet nothings to the pictures and to the candles that have no smell as it was diy wax from long ago. What was long ago? You don't remember, you don't care, what is now is the clown. What is now is wanting to be held and thrown by Tricky.
You leave your home, oh how nothing in it ever changed due to you nor your roommate friends ever caring. Your friends were disappearing one by one, but you didn't care. It's the price to pay for clown. You go exploring, and as always, pass the clown- but this time. Oh this time you crossed a line that you didn't know was a line you could cross and slapped the clown in the ass area. Your plot armor is no longer thick as your head is sent flying off the rest of you but oh wait! nope! You plot armor is still there but now? You're in hell, you're where the dead go. Yet you are still determine... you want that clown.
Yknow what fuck it if people want another goddamn part I'll fuckin do it, I'll even draw the cursed character in this that wants Tricky.
