Don't play the song until I say so I sniffed out Wilford's room (totally not weird at all) and it smelt like.... rubbing alcohol and a left over trace of chloroform. I followed it to the woods. It was a long walk until I got to an abandoned doctors office. "YO ANYONE HERE?!" I yelled. I heard a laugh. Definitely from the asshole who tried to climb up my window.
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"Bitch don't be laughin, you fucking embarrassed yourself like the fuck" i mumbled. I picked up a baseball bat (it was wooden) and before I knocked down the guy in the labcoat I said," The doctor always wanted someone to sweep him off his feet... well... *wham!*" i knocked him to the ground and he fell on his ass ontop of a broken baseball bat. "Ugh damned child." He said. "Keep your balance it'll help" I said.
I found Wilford being electrocuted. I dashed to the capsule he was in and just clawed at everything and watched it fall off. He was now ok and he can escape. I decided to let him rest until I take care of this asshole. "Awww someone's on her period" Doctoriplier said. "Yeah I woke up in a puddle of blood.... and you'll be next." I said. He just laughed. "I'M TIRED OF YOUR GOD DAMN LAUGH!!!!" I shouted as i drew with gasoline on the floor and wrote asshole in bid puddley letters. I lit a match, threw it down, then I grabbed Wilford and walked home.
"You ok?" I asked. "Yes" hs replied. "Some bitches need to realize who they be messin with" I said mockingly. Wilford laughed at my interperation of Gang members. I laughed a little too. "Hey when we get back home. You need to clean up those burns." I said. He nodded and I just sighed and continued.
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Dark's wittle kitten. (Darkiplier x child!Reader)
FanficY/n had her own style. Pastels and black. her parents hated it and her style. Living like this for 13 years plus abuse you finally learned how to block out the pain, you only cry in anger at yourself because you didn't do anything about it. You do...
