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Will you ever update Vampire Lams? It’s my favorite out of the millions of fanfics I read.

Nu Lams is Me

hello i have no idea what you are writing about except it a ship from Hamilton (which i also love} Help a fellow fangirl out!

Currently taking shelter in the bathroom at a church. Why am I here? Forced to go to a holy communion...

Did you know it's illegal to commit suicide,
          
          YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE, FUCKERS!

John's hair was tied back into a messy and yet fluffy braid. He had a pair of pastel pink overalls on with a light purple sweater uner it. He had long, thigh high, black socks on his legs and a exaggeratedly large flower crown settled on his head. His lips were just ever so gently graced with lip gloss. His shoes just happened to be a pair of white heeled boots. Laurens had gotten into this fashinon not too long ago and embraced it more then ever.. He wasn't all too popular in his school, in fact he was a bit of an outcast, but he was friends with Peggy, who was very popular and also very accepting amd chipper. He loved his best friend very dearly. Very very dearly. But there was someone else he had his mind set on.. They were of a higher social status then him, but if they asked, he'd strip quicker the butter melts on high.. His feet carried him through the halls, his binders in his arms and Peggy blabbing about her beautiful girlfriend. He was praying he wouldn't bump into anyone, although he wasn't paying much attention so the chances of that would be low.
          
          I have... No life.. <3

He lept out of the water, the sun making his green and blue fins and scales shine bright. Laurens dove back into the sea, smiling wide. A quiet giggle left his lips as he spun around in the water. He dove down just a bit before resurfacing to see a huge ship. He smiled just a bit and swam closer to it. It took a bit of his power to jump high enough to see the men on the ship. They all worked so hard up there it would seem. What he would give to be like them..? Nothing.... He actually quite liked being a merman. Sure, he's been a bit of an outcast since he was little, but he loved the water. He also loved spying on the men amoung the ship.. They were so handsome and fascinating!
          
          Poof))

John was curled up in the corner of his cell, giggling and smiling. He was talking to himself. He had gone insane. He was borderline crazy. He'd talk to himself and the shadows and hallucinations he'd had before. He saw a little mouse scamper across the room and he launched his body at it, squirming around trying to get up after. He wanted the mouse. It took him a moment to realise there was no mouse. He squeezed his eyes closed. The John behind the insanity was screaming and crying. He wanted freedom. He wanted his old life. Before he'd started hurting himself. Before he started talking to the voices in his head. Before he went mad. John suddenly lost it, screaming bloody murder and squirming around. This would happen sometimes with him. It was how he learned to express himself. He managed to say something. "Help Me please" was all he was able to say before his screams cut him off again, tears building up in his eyes. Suddenly they stopped. The screams stopped, he went silent. Somebody would be sent down to check on him an see if they could poke any information out of him. He was an anonymous case. He hardly spoke.
          
          How's that sound, guys?