Big fuzzy gals. Not so big dudes.
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SCP-956: 7th birthday, Jason. You smacked a piñata. Defenseless. Afraid. Paper maché. Pounds of Tootsie rolls and fun-size Skittles packets filled its innocent belly. And you beat it to a pulp until it bled from it's innards. You sick fuck.
Jason: Please I swear, I-I was just doing what my parents wanted! The piñata wasn't even alive!
956: SO. You get off on beating the stuffing out of FAKES, HUH.
Jason: N-no! PLEASE, I-I DIDN'T KNOW!
956: Mhm. Bet you're really fuckin' sorry, right?
Jason: Yes!
956: Is that a fact? So how're you gonna make it up to me, Jason? Hmm?
Jason: Just tell me! Anyth-..!!! What are you...WHAAATTT IS-
956: Mmmggghhh....yeah. Ya feel THAT Jase? That feel fake to you, big guy?
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Jason: ....Wait wait wait can we just talk! I can spread the word, I can tell others---
956: You want forgiveness? Don't worry about spreading anything but me. You're gonna stuff in TWICE as much as you took out~.
