Disturbed
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"la la la la"
"stop singing you psycho" he said rolling his eyes
"I would advise you NOT TO CALL ME PSYCHO" He snapped staring at him with the craziest look in his eyes
"what should I call you then? what should I call the person who's killed hundreds of people including their own father" He yelled standing over the man only making him laugh for two seconds then go back stoned faced and singing "Just simply call me Disturbed" he laughed again going back to his song
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This is a story that I had made up last night and was like "hey, I'm going to make a creepy ass story at 3:00 AM"
⚠️Warning ⚠️
Mentions of blood and killing
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