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<< Coming from the main account, I wasn’t expecting this as I was going through all my slasher accounts, but gee, thanks for checking in and seeing how I was. For an update, I’m doing quite alright, Thank you!

“Good Evenin’, folks!”

"Your hair is gorgeous- who is your barber!?"

Replies will be slow. Logging off this account for a while so I can work on the requests for my Slashers x Reader.

@wifeyknifey ||
          
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          “Me? Well, uhh, I’m just out enjoyin’ the fresh air. Had ta’ get away from my family, that’s really why I’m out ‘ere. Just tryin’ to enjoy the night life. If I don’t, I might as well go crazy.” Chop top explained—though it’d been quite visible that he’d been crazy to begin with.
          “Y’know,” He started, eyes gleaming with mischief as his lips widened into a cheeky grin.
          “If ya wanna..kill so badly, then just stick with me, kid. I know all the hot spots fr’ killin’. You just wait n’ see!.”

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@wifeyknifey || Sorry for the late reply. Guess I’ll have to apologize to the rest once I get to them. Been pretty busy today.
          
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          To some, this would have been taken as offensive, but the male couldn’t have cared less.
          “Naw, It ain’t itchy. I ain’t go no explanation for it, kid. It’s just...burdensome sometimes.” Chop top replied in a raspy tone, a hand clutched tightly on the coat hanger as the other adjusted the brown leather vest he wore around him.
          Chop top decided best to start small talk with the young girl, since they hadn’t seemed to be getting anywhere. “Why’re you out here so late at night? Lookin’ for someone ta’ kill?” He joked, though most likely they probably was the case.

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@wifeyknifey || Ah, cool. PTSD ranges, and from the looks of it, I would assume his would be much more severe, due to the fact that he was in a war, after all.
          
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          Chop top watched the blood ooze down his arm, making its way down his hand before trickling off the edge of his finger tips. Zoning out for the briefest of moments, the male’s attention had abruptly snapped back to the other, an awkward grin meeting her gaze as she’d introduced herself.
          Giving a curt nod, Chop top lightly dipped his head.
          “Nice to meet ‘cha, To-ga.” He said, her name spilling from his lips in an odd fashion as he’d tried his best to pronounce it.
          “Name’s Bobby, but you can call me Chop. Chop Top.” The male finished. Taking his lighter, he romper it from his pocket before lighting the tip of his metal coat hanger, his attention now brought towards his sudden, yet strange actions.
          Taking the coat hanger, he began to scratch his exposed plate with it, ignoring the other as he’d indulged himself with the sudden act.

@wifeyknifey || Right? x)
          
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          Watching as the female drew her knife from her pocket, the male extended his arm, nodding as if to give her permission to cut into his arm.
          “That oughta do.” He chuckled, peering down at the other expectantly—he, on the other hand, being 6’0. A drastic change in height, to say the very least.
          Brows creasing, the male’s expression changed into a quizzical one, lips pursed, thinning into a line as his pupils narrowed.
          “Y’ sure you can reach?” Chop top inquired.
          “Wouldn’t wanna cause ya no trouble.” He mused.