TICK TOCK BITCHBOYHALO

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Bad picked up the watch.It had clearly stopped working and yet he still heard a faint ticking.

He looked at its time.

18:34 

It was military time.

Where had he seen that before.. 

18:34 

His eyes were  closed.Pictures and shapes were swirling in his mind.Flashes of color.memories floating around.

Something...He almost had it...

The random shapes and bursts of color all suddenly combined making a crystal clear image.

Bads eyes flew open.

He ran up the stairs.He ran through the halls throwing open doors as he went.

The poster.

Sap made it for him.It was pretty random.It was a soccer game with zombified hot dog venders with diabetes,vs. Sassy snowmen with high heels that had mono.

And the score was written above the game in bold black ink:

 18-34 

He threw open another door.Why did he have so many?

The ticking grew louder.And so did bads urgency.

He stopped for a minute to think.

Where was it?

Which room?

Where did he keep it?

Bad closed his eyes.

Where did he keep it?

Where did...

Bads eyes flew open.

He didnt keep it,skeppy did.Skeppy loved the drawing.So he took it.

Its in his office.

Bad hadnt set foot in there in 6 years.He didnt care though.

He needed to find that poster.

He ran up to the very top floor.He took a turn and walked up to the second door on the left.

With no hesitation,bad threw open the door.

Bad stopped.

"NoNoNo!" He said as he looked at the wall.

The PCs and moniters that used to be there on a desk were smashed on the ground.

"FUCK.FUCKING HELL WHY!?" Bad said.

He wished his hunch was correct now.

This was so much worse.

He recognized it now.

He stared at the crude image on the wall.

The scratches were mad by claws and an axe.

They made up a picture.

A smiley face.No.Not a smiley face.

The smiley face.

Why didnt he reconize it sooner?

There was writing beneath the scratches.

Tick Tock bitchboyhalo

The ticking noise in his head got louder. 

Bad ran over to the poster and yanked it off the wall.

He scanned it.

nothing.

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