So literally minutes ago I just finished writing the last part of a OneShot in my Star Wars ONESHOT book. A cruel... dark... murdering-innocence-one Shot.. the darkest I've ever wrote in my life. (No, I'm not depressed and wrote it... I simply had a genius idea of inspiration... tho now after writing it I think I'm depressed😂)
Legit... just finished writing it..
*ten minutes later*
MyBody: screw you... screw you for writing that awful..beautiful.. piece of ... -yeah! You may never burn in Hell but you can feel the flames- MWHAHAH! 😈
Me:*burning up with a fever* .... darn it.. darn it...
MyBody:*gets worse and worse, burning up with fever, stomach pains, sick puking feeling* Taste your demise you dirty scumbag!
Me: 🤮🤒🤧 oh... oh no.. oh snap... darn it.. darn it.. this is Karma... this is Karma for writing it... I know it... 😰*sobs* whyyyy I feel guilty enough for writing it!
MyBody: HAHAH! Not guilty enough! You know that sick knot in your stomach? Let's make it 10 times worse!
Me: .... I... I don't even care anymore... I'm not deleting it.. bring it.
MyBody: we.. we literally can't physically do it... we are you.
Me:oh... oh right.. uh.. come at me bro?
MyBody: that... that still doesn't work.. try.. I'm taking you down with me!.. -no.. no.. that doesn't really work..
Me: Roast me?
MyBody: ....
Me: .....
MyBody: I hate you.
Me: I hate you more...
COINCIDENCE I THINK NOT! I wrote a dark One Shot and I kid you not.. I'm now sick.
