winnie_window
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𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥-𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱, 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦, 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. "𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘊𝘰𝘴𝘮𝘰."
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦.
Or...
I want to see Sprout hanging in the fucking street /aff
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Warnings for the following fanfic are;
Angst, duh
Some uses of strong language
Self harm
Isolation
Doomed yaoi
Suicide references,
Overall Sprout wants to end it all.
Dandy's World belongs to Blushcrunch, blah blah, what the characters do are not accurate, I don't take responsibility for how u react to this fic. u got warned and if it's too much 4 u, not my fault tbh