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well the gifs aren't working and I don't know how to fix them but I'll still add them in hopes of them working one day sksks enjoy a frozen Billy gif  edit: I have to thank @yasuicidalboisatan for telling me how to fix this problem, THANK YOU

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well the gifs aren't working and I don't know how to fix them but I'll still add them in hopes of them working one day sksks enjoy a frozen Billy gif 
edit: I have to thank @yasuicidalboisatan for telling me how to fix this problem, THANK YOU

June 30, 1985
12:28 am

There he drives off, farther and farther away from her. Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of his heavy metal music and humming as well, the clash and the rapid pace of the scene turns to chaos.

An object clashes with his window

The camaro spins uncontrollably

Glass shatters and flies everywhere, into his eyes

The right side of his car colliding with a building. His blood roaming down his face as he swears uncontrollably.

"Piece of shit!" Billy pounds on whatever his eyes can register. "Damn it!" He shout angrily while stumbling out of the crashed car. Having trouble with his stance he circles the car, swearing as his foot collides with the bumper, kicking it. He nears the front of the car when he notices steam coming from the engine. And a clear like substance from the broken area of the window.

"What the hell," he mutters when his fingers come into contact with the sticky, clear substance.

Thats when an eerie, growling sound develops from behind him. He whirls around, terrified. "Who's there?" He shouts but no one. It's just him and the moon. "I said, WHO'S THERE?"

Boom. Something slimy's wrapped around his leg, and the fabric of his leather is now being scraped against the dirt. He tries to find anything to hold onto, his screams becoming louder. Hopefully someone will find him.

Though his left eye's vision is poor due to the blood enveloping it, he holds on for dear life to the sides a doorway, whatever's dragging him attempting to pulling him down the stairs of what looks to be an abandoned building. He fights the strength of this creature, he really does, but the growling intensifies and so does his scream when he's being tugged down the steps.

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