Bippity boppity boo, your legs are now made of shampoo!/j
This is a countryballs story where Canada starts torturing everyone, blah blah blah. So yeah blood warning.
DISCLAIMER: Most of these chapters are based on c.ai chats.
Yeah. Enjoy. Or don't.
TRIGGER WARNING!!! This chapter may contain violence, body horror(?), referencing demonic action, swearing, weapons, and possibly other things! VIEWER DESCRETION IS ADVISED!!
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"'What's happening!?" I yelled, yet no words left my mouth.
It was a weird feeling.
I was scared for myself.
I didn't know what happened.
I chalked it up to a bad dream,
yet the morning proved me wrong.
I couldn't believe myself.
"Maybe I'm still in a dream, where I'm living through this" I thought.
Yet, I had to face reality through my delusions.
I roamed the streets, searching for activity,
but I didn't want that.
I was asked questions whilst out,
but I feared to respond.
I feel ruined.
I feel weak.
My days had gotten worse.
"What are you going to do to my after this?" I asked,
yet I received no response.
It was clear, I wanted no answer.
I had a hunch deep down of what was to come.
My body aches–I hate the way it moves.
My disgusting acts, I have myself feared.
I want this all to be a bad dream,
but I can't have that.
N/A POV
It is approximately 6AM on a Monday. Canada was in his room, getting prepared... Or, something like that.
"Augghh...!! I'm such a horrible country..!!!! I- I can't believe I- I murdered someone...!" Canada sobs, "H-He was begging and I-"
"Ooohh, is this a pity party? If so, don't invite me to join."
