

Wrong NumberDarnell crept quietly across the room and, as if he were not a man but a poor example of early animatronics, dropped quickly to his knees, jerked his head to the side and rammed his ear against the wall. There was no point in being delicate about it they didnt care for delicate. He heard the scratching within a heartbeat. There was something in the walls. Rats. Big, pointy-nosed, alien rats. Darnell had never actually seen his foes, so he couldnt be sure of their exact form. His supposed rats could be something as innocent as a baby raccoon, but he prefeWrong Number
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I reject your reality and substitute it with my own
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"Well I could fake it and pretent that the world is a beautifull and precious place and that all there is in it is joy and happynes, if that would make you feel better?"
I keep forgetting about this place, haha
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(SURRENDER THY CAFFEINE)
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If I could love you once, then maybe I would feel like I deserved to live.
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-Christina Prince
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(SURRENDER THY CAFFEINE)
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-Christina Prince
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