You thought you knew hell, didn't you? You thought The Pokemon Story was the worst one, didn't you? Well, no. You were wrong. imawerecat knows hell, and they've found incarnated into a tiny story on TrollPasta Wikia. I apologize...but this time I'm not holding back any rage, I'm going give this thing the brutal bashing it deserves. This is what separates the boys from the men, the girls from the women This...is Voicebox ___________________________ NSFW WARNING ZOMG THIS PAGE NOT SAFE FOR WORK OR SCHOOL! GO BACK NOW!!!!!! OR ELSE YOU'LL HAVE CONSEQUENCES!!!!!!!!1
That's the actual warning? Oh god...
(Note: I did not write this story. After reading this I had to post it on here. I don't blame you if you stop reading this halfway through the first chapter. This is where all dreams die. This is Voicebox. Original story here: https://www.quotev.com/story/4624071/VOICEBOX-a-ticci-toby-fan-fic/1 ) I don't know how you made it through this, but you have my blessings good sir or madame!
Oh, seems author made art for this shite. Let's take a look shall w-
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... ....I...I have...no words. You can all see what's wrong with this, right?! I'm wasting time, let's get to the real crap of the crop. ________________________ The day my life changed forever started out like every other day. It was the same routine for the last 7 years, ever since I had turned 10. I woke up at 6:00 am,
What 10 year old has to wake up at 6:00 AM?
took a quick shower, tossed on my favorite black skinny jeans, a black Hollywood Undead t-shirt, my crimson hoodie and my red and black running shoes.
Wait? So did your clothes stay the same size for 7 years? Also, I'll have to use the edge counter again... EDGE COUNTER: 1
I pulled my long brown hair up in a ponytail, covered the bruises on my pale face with some makeup,
*sigh* Here we go...
grabbed my backpack for school, and woke up my 6 year-old little sister, Benna.
Uh, Benna isn't a name, it's "a genre of a Antiguan and Barbudan music."
I quickly got her dressed and ready for school,
Yeah, you already clarified that a few sentences ago!
feed her breakfast and took her over to her babysitter. Luckily her babysitter only lives a few houses down so I had time to drop her off and rush back home to make breakfast for my parents.
Convenient. Also, I doubt you could get this all done before school.
Just like every day I hoped to have breakfast cooked and be out the door before my parents woke up, but once again I was just a little too slow.
