Sorry again
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As Watsby reentered the room, I turned to face her, nodding my head once to signify the start. Abruptly we threw our heads back, bringing our clasped hands into the air, almost in a prayer. Our client was ogling at us, a silent horror worse then what she already had, had settled over her. She began to scream, a loud pleading beg for us to stop. Slowly yellow skin covered our normal flesh, I felt my bones moving and rearranging themselves. I figured this must be how it feels to be a werewolf, removing your own skin for something predatory to take over and change you. While this happens I am distant from my body, feeling no pain and watching in the glass of the picture across from me as I slowly but surely bloomed into a different form with Watsby doing the same beside me. When I was reunited with my reconfigured body, I opened my jaws, snapping them a few times experimentally before turning to Watsby and whispering "let's hunt some ghosts, pasty pacman"
chroniclesofpotter I hOPE YOU AND HOMO KING ARE HAPPY WITH YOURSELVES
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Crack One Shot
Short StoryBasically an incredibly stupid story I wrote as a joke present to Ruby, based off of us calling pacman "pasty pacman" as an insult (which itself comes from another incident all together) and shoutout to my step cousin Dale who we mention as the ghos...
