Epilouge or however you spell it

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Frankie ended up shoving The Polar Express up his ass the next Christmas while kids were still in it. The kids live in his ass now. It's like vore but instead of eating people with his mouth he ate people with his booty butt butt,.

Tom ended up committing mass genocide to the elves to get back at me for killing his sugar daddy, so in return I got him arrested for fucking Titties.

Honestly I was fine with him killing all the elves because they were extremely annoying and creepy. I hated them. They were absolutely disgusting. Along with that, they were only men. No other gender, just men.

Titties ended up becoming an e-girl and begging me for forgiveness. She claimed she was emo.

Obviously, she was not emo

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Obviously, she was not emo. Her outfit was cute though.

She told me about how she was living a great life with Tom even though he was in jail and that they had a baby. They named the baby Gerald.

After she was done crying, I turned her into a tree.

Andy got married to Billy, and us three are still besties. Andy's aesthetic changed, so now he is clowncore and frequently dresses as Pennywise. He claims it turns Billy on.

Billy became punk and likes to introduce me to a lot of new music.

Tbh his patch pants looks like they were bought off Shein. But I think he has multiple pairs. He even has a pair dedicated to horror movies which I think is really cool. 

As for Michael and I, we gave up on being Mr and Mx Claus

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As for Michael and I, we gave up on being Mr and Mx Claus. It got so fucking boring being on the tip of the world, so instead we moved away and passed the job onto Krist Novoselic who was the bassist for Nirvana.

I became extremely emo. I listen to every single emo band ever with my husband, Michael Cera.

So I'll leave you on this note:

King for a Day
Song by Pierce The Veil

Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge
I'll bet you've never had a Friday night like this
Keep it up, keep it up, let's raise our hands
I take a look up at the sky and I see red
Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy
Red for the drink that's mixed with suicide, everything red
Please, won't you push me for the last time?
Let's scream until there's nothing left
So sick of playing, I don't want this anymore
The thought of you is no fucking fun
You want a martyr? I'll be one
Because enough's enough, we're done
You told me think about it, well I did
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor
The thing I think I love will surely bring me pain
Intoxication, paranoia, and a lot of fame
Three cheers for throwing up, pubescent drama queen
You make me sick, I make it worse by drinking late
Scream until there's nothing left
So sick of playing, I don't want to anymore
The thought of you is no fucking fun
You want a martyr? I'll be one
Because enough's enough, we're done
You told me think about it, well I did
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor
Imagine living like a king someday
A single night without a ghost in the walls
And if the bass shakes the earth underground
We'll start a new revolution now
Now
Hail Mary, forgive me
Blood for blood, hearts beating
Come at me
Now this is war
(Fuck with this new beat)
Now terror begins inside a bloodless vein
I was just a product of the street youth rage
Born in this world without a voice or say
Caught in the spokes with an abandoned brain
I know you well, but this ain't a game
Blow the smoke in diamond shape
Dying is a gift, so close your eyes and rest in peace
You told me think about it, well I did
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor
Imagine living like a king someday
A single night without a ghost in the walls
We are the shadows screaming, take us now
We'd rather die than live to rust on the ground (shit)

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