"They're all just pawns and you're their ruler. It's your game, and they're all falling into your trap." It had been months. Months since the thoughts came. Months since sleep turned into stalking the next person to submit to them and become a part of them, raw. Months since that monster had invaded Two's brain. And recently, it's grown restless. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Heavy(?) Gore, Suicide, Swearing, SH. CREDITS FOR PLACEHOLDER THUMBNAIL: @musicklover1570 on Pinterest

DISCONTINUED! kinda... (Read newest one) There it was again. The disembodied voice that could be anywhere in the void of their mind, urging Two to do it and repeat the cycle till there was not a single one of them left. All for the sweet, tender taste of crimson. It wouldn't hurt to give in, would it? Warning: Heavy Gore, Suicide, Swearing, SH, Shipping. You've been warned. (IDK man, I just made this for funsies, let's see if this actually gets noticed or not. Uhh, enjoy I guess lol.)