No matter where you go or windows and tabs you close on your phone, it seems as if you really can't escape Momo. And although you haven't a clue what she's saying because she's speaking in spanish, but in a rather low voice, as if she doesn't want you to hear it at all.
You're concerned she's possessed your phone, but you can't think too much about it right now because you've just stayed up for 24, 48, 72 hours trying all you can to make sure she goes away, yet she hasn't. You even took the battery out of your phone and put it back but she was still there on the home screen.
You lay in bed and close your eyes, allowing yourself to get a good rest so you can finally get rid of Momo and your crappy phone.
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The next morning you wake up and reach for your phone which you placed beside your pillow, but it isn't there. You turn to your othe side and see Momo's lizard face staring you in the eye. Your brain isn't quick enough to make you react just yet, however you felt a heavy weight in your chest as if your heart was made of lead. you feel in drop down and maze it's way through your big and small intestines. You feel strong fart coming on as Momo still stares at you, her arms going to touch your legs. You release the gas that was peaking at your butthole hoping the stench would make her go away, unknowingly you shat out your heart. You die on your bed and Momo eats your organ whole.
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Crackhead Imagines
HumorI write these based off conversations or pictures my friends send me and they make me laugh so unnecessarily hard and loud I almost pee my pants every time. Anyways thanks for your time.
