ixmstillhere
“Hello, and welcome to the Prize Corner. Have you been lucky today, my friend? You’ve clearly been quite a winner. We’ve seen you before, haven’t we? I believe we would remember a face like yours, even beautifully decayed beyond repair.”
A soft, unending chime of music accompanies the disembodied words, that seem to be amplified through every corner of the abandoned, dying room.
“Tell me. How long ago was it? That this establishment first stood, and the children’s lives were so untainted and simple?
As you try in vain to hide exactly where I would have torn you to shreds in the first place, can you try to remember? What drove you to your actions? Tore all of the love and compassion from your heart and soul? Do you remember?
Do you remember who was your first victim? The tears in his innocent, frightened eyes as you carved him open?
๒̭̰̺̲є̬̺̭͙͈͡ς̦̯ค̛̥̺͓̣̠͇ย̪̙͎̺ͅร̮̥͖̲ͅє͈̦͠ ̵̫ђ҉є̲
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̵͔̝ͅг̭̘є̘๓͖̯̞͇̞̘̘͡є๓͓̻̬̗̮̝๒҉͈̤̰є̛̪̣гร͏̯̙
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͎͓͉̲̳ץ̨̰̭̺๏̱̭̳̰͟ย.͇̲̫͞”̺͎̬̱̹͕͎
