Hey! Welcome to my blog, rules:
1. Keep it age appropriate please.
2. Magic anonymous are allowed I guess-
3. This a very weird story.
4. Don’t be to OP.
What we know:
Name: Henarles
Age: 18 - 28 1/2 yrs. old
Gender: male
Pronouns: he/they/them/him
Sexual; Demisexual
Thoughts on reg: “the boss is great. He’s really nice to make me makes sure I’m okay…. But.. he’s always sad when he looks at me…”
Thoughts on right hand man: “erhhh::. He seems not to like me.. and it…. It’s weird. He’s called me ‘Henry’ or ‘stickmin’ no… those aren’t my names. One time he called me ‘ Government dog’ I don’t work for the government.”
Thoughts on the Government: “….It’s… odd…. They always… hesitant to hurt me…. Twins I think screamed asking me ‘is Charlie is their?!?!?’ Who is Charlie? I’m not for sure…”
Thoughts on the wall: “::.I….. have bad memories their?… the boss says I have a history of memory laps…”
Thoughts on the CCC: “…I…. Just remember running from them and hearing someone say ‘orders sir?’ ‘…let him go…’ then someone scream ‘what?’ And last something weird ‘he’s right…. They’re no useless to like that.’ Can.. can stop talking about this?….”





















