Killer Memoirs

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     ❝Mother! Oh, God, Mother! Blood! Blood!!❞

horror multimuse with those from friday, nightmare, psycho, silence of the lambs, heathers, gremlins, my bloody valentine, and a few original fuckers. join me in hell.

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Miss you, Tommy.

     “Let’s keep it that way.”

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blegh

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send me  ‘ hc ‘  + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.

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disparatae‌:

        ❝  𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲. ❞  jenny nearly gave him a death glare thereafter the matter-of-fact statement, continuing to hold onto his hand. she doesn’t want to let go in fear that he’d get up and leave. ❝   … there’s something you’re not telling me ————  you know you can always talk to me, and i won’t judge you, right? it’s what i’m here for.  ❞

    He leans against her, seeking comfort in her arms. Tommy doesn’t want to tell her what had happened. He’s scared that she’ll run from him. But doesn’t that mean he should confess? She deserves to know who she’s with. “A man attacked me in town. He knew me somehow and thought I was the killer. I fought back. I hurt him...”

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Nita snorted and stepped inside, beelining for the couch and sitting on it. "Dont be so bitchy, you're not the one who lost their favourite shirt."

     Tommy watched her move about the room. “That’s what you’re worried about? Your shirt? Fuck your shirt. Jason is waiting right outside, somewhere in the damn woods, stalking us. Get your priorities straight, woman.”

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"Dude, I wouldn't sleep with you if you had a ten-inch dick. It's fucking cold, now let me in or I'll bust the door down and fuck you with your own dick.."

     He did in fact have a ten inch dick, but that wasn’t something he’d throw into any conversation, not with anyone. “Alright,” he said, nodding his head. “Get your ass in here and settle the fuck down.”

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*pours water on the mogwai*

     *multiplies*

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‘ let me in.. ‘

     “Not a fuckin’ chance, slut.”

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Is this just a bad dream? He doesn't know. All he knows is the man in the mask is staring back at him. Cold, dead eyes unflinching in a shattered mirror.

       Waking up from a cold sweat, Tommy stares at the blank wall while trying to catch his breath. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh god. Anyone? Anyone help me! I just dreamed Jerry Seinfeld was in my room!”

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Hey, Tommy, how's your mom and sis --- oh, wait. Hahaha. My bad.

     *ugly crying*

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‘ you’re so handsome.. ‘ ( Jennifer to Thomass )

     “I know.”

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‘ you’re shaking. ‘

     *angry mogwai sounds*

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let me in

     “Go fuck your dead mother’s rotting skull.”

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‘ i just need to feel something. ‘

      “I can make you feel something,” he nearly growled. “You might not like it but you will feel alive during my punishment.”