OHIYOU!!!
That only works if it was morning...
Whatever, anyway, heyo boyos (and girls maybe, what the fuck are you doing here you dyslexic piece of shit. Don't worry, dyslexics can't be triggered by that because they can't fucking read). Welcome to Terminal Brain Cancer Stage 3. Your family stopped by and left you flowers, and another 8 boxes of tissues. Also, the Nurse left her lotion again. She probably checked the security camera, and decided it was best to leave it for you.
You got it champ. You just look like Mr. Clean and got more tubes hooked up to you than those in the fucking Matrix. Handling chemo like it's nothing.
Pffft. You're just throwing up because your bulimic.
Recovery and your skinny because of... Who the fuck is Anny Rexora?
Anorexia? The fuck are you talking about?
That's been cured like influenza.
The flu.
What do you mean they can see this side of the conversation?
Into my mind?
Deconstruction of reality?
Who the fuck is watching us?
What do you mean we are being controlled? Only existing here because a single person took the time and energy to imagine and explain this for us to be real, although nothing here is real? What do you mean I could be erased, and lose time?
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WHERE THE FUCK DID I GO?
HOW IS IT FUCKING 3 AM? IT WAS 8 PM!?
Holy shit... None of this is real... I might as well, end it.
The estranged man grabbed a loaded revolver and placed the barrel in his mouth, he silently sobbed for a minute before firing. However, we have made him invincible to bullets, and invulnerable to death. He will live forever, and you reading this, have allowed him to continue his suffering of existence by residing in the depths of your subconscious, only until you and all others who know him die, he will never find peace.
How's that little taste of horror? :3 Just you wait...
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FanfictionHey you! Yes you, the sad, lonely weeb who is depressed because you want to get laid by non-existent characters from Japanese cartoons; wanna read about stuff with you involved? Of course you do, kid. It's so pathetic it's almost impressive...
