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A nice writing trade I did with my great friend xCorlissx
⚠️WARNING⚠️
⚠️GRAPHIC CONTENT AHEAD PLEASE DON'T FLAG ME I WARNED YOU⚠️
3rd Person P.O.V
The world was on fire. Literally. Corliss stood on a super tall ass hill, looking down at the destruction she caused. Digit was next to her, commanding the remaining humans to make more birdcest. Corliss bombed places with the snap of her fingers, like fucking Jim Moriarty. Actually, exactly like Moriarty. She blew up every city in the world in alphabetical order, causing mass chaos to rain down on earth. Corliss giggled, blowing up the White House to make room for Digit to commence the Birdcest House to be built.
"This is just like 5 years ago when we sat at lunch, talking about how you were gonna rule the world." Digit laughed, screaming at workers who build the latest All Might statue wrong.
"YOU FUCKING DENSE SQUARE HEADED PIECES OF FLESH IT'S UPSIDE DOWN! HOW STUPID ARE YOU?" She screamed.
"It is, it is. And it's a great day to be a dictator!" Corliss laughed.
"So now that we blew up every city in the world, what do we do now. It's only rubble left." Digit asked.
"We.....command more slaves to write shitty fanfic so we can play the fanfic game and make them create cringy musically's so we can laugh at them." Corliss replied.
"OOO CAN WE MAKE THEM PLUCK OUT THEIR HAIRS FOR WIGS FOR RICK COSPLAYS?" Digit screamed.
"YES AND WE CAN MAKE THEM SKIN THEIR IRISES SO WE CAN HAVE CONTACTS!" Corliss replied, summoning a slave that looked like Rick.
"Pluck all your hair out strand by strand and skin your irises or I'll have my great friend Digit here repeatedly stab you in the arms and legs until you die of blood loss." Corliss smiled. The slave started crying, raising it's hand to it's hair and plucking out strands. Corliss skinned the slave's irises and held them on her finger tips. It's screams echoed in their ears.
"THIS WILL WORK!" She cried.
"You're too fucking loud." Digit said annoyed, pulling out a Uzi and shooting him in the head. Ah what a great day in the land of Dictatoria.

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