Wootmoo's POV
Climbed into Lovenarwhal's den and got on top of her. Her eyes flung open and saw me. "W-woot?" She asked in a shaky voice. I felt so sorry for killing her. But something inside of me made me kill her. I put the knife on her neck and said,"Im sorry. You made me." And slit her neck and saw as she stopped breathing. I sat there and cried. "Im so sorry." "But something is making me. It not you." I sat there and cried my eyes out.
OMG im so mean!! :c But if you enjoy this, don't worry things are gotta get worse.
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Dark Wootmoo
SpiritualNo ones is safe. No one is gonna make it. Everyone will sufffer. They will die. --------------------- He is alone. He is broken. He is unwanted. He is forgotten. Not anymore. "I'm sorry. You made me."
