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⌗⠀basic dni + loli/shota , pro-nontraumagen , pro-c harmful paras , anti-fictkin , anti-furry , transids , radqueer , ghost and pals supporters , supporters of any terrible ppl in general . we block freely aside from such
VOIDSHARING TENNA + LJ GACHIKOI OK
★⠀┈⠀likes & dislikes⠀⸝⠀.
⌗⠀:3 = beetles/coleopterology , talking to people yayy yayy yayy
⌗⠀fandoms are creepypasta , utdr , vocaloid/vocal synths , etc etc etc we like stuff
⌗⠀>:( = our family , ppl flirting with the host or just taken alters , basic shit
You grab the gun and swiftly point it at Calypso. Your hands don’t even shake. You have a mission. You knew it’d be bloody. You signed up for this. You signed up for this. You signed up for this.
Calypso looks at you, then at the gun.
“… You wouldn’t. You don’t— You don’t have the balls-“
Your finger tightens around the trigger, aiming to cut the bat off from speaking.
… the gun is empty.
Calypso stares at you in disbelief.
“Y-you— You actually-“
Xey stammer, shaking their head.
“You actually want me — ?”
“Hey, Calypso? I can’t find them—…” Cheryl walked in, slowly stopping as her gaze lands on you.
“Wh- What are you doing?! Calm down! Whatever happened, I-I’m sure we can resolve this calmly! Put that down!!”
You keep an extra thing of ammo on you. In case your target was hard to catch. . . You slam it into the gun.
“WAIT-“
BANG.
“… Y..ou..?!”
You … turn and run.
“Oh my god! C-calypso! Are you okay?!”
”I-I don’t— Cheryl, am- am I going to die? I-I don’t want to-“
”No no, no no no! It— It’s okay! I’ll— call an ambulance!”
There’s so much to do, with such little time! You book for the main room, stumbling over the carpet.
Sunny and Trevor are rushing into the family room as well.
“Is everyone okay?!”
“What’s going on?!”
you don’t have time for this.
What do you want to do?
Shoot Sunny
Shoot Trevor
Go back for Cheryl
Remaining time: 13 hours 51 minutes
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