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AITA for taking care of a person who needed my help?

i (22M) work at a supermarket, and one of my regular customers was obviously not doing well. they only bought terrible processed food that was bad for them, and they looked so sad and dirty. so, i took matters into my own hands and took them home.

it took a bit of time and work, and i had to do some things i wasn’t proud of, but now they’re doing so much better! they were so grateful to me that we ended up getting together!

but, their ex-girlfriend (23F) got nosey and found out how we got together. now she’s freaking out at me about how what i did was “kidnapping” and “illegal”. but, honestly, what does she know about what’s best for my sweetie? it was her cruelly breaking their heart that put them in the state i found them in in the first place. she has no right to tell me what’s best for them.

so, AITA?

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SWEET CARE CREEPYPASTA PART 2

I played the dev build of Sweet Care today and mother of fuck on wheels THIS FUCKING HAPPENED?????

This is the dev build. I checked the code for this scene, and nothing like this was in there. What the FUCK is going on and why is this happening??? I have no idea how the fuck this could have happened.

But… why is the dialogue different here? Swans Filth Sakhar wanted that player gone, but he’s saying this shit to me? What is happening?

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SWEET CARE CREEPYPASTA! OOOH SPOOKY!

A nice player reported a really weird bug today. Everything was normal until they got to the house and then…

This fucking happened??? They said they downloaded it from my itch page and were sure it was the right one, so I have no fucking clue what this is???? I’m freaked the fuck out. I don’t seem to have been hacked either.

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A doll dances on an empty stage, shouting out into the audience “I’m better than you! I’m better than you!”. The chairs are all empty. Cracks form in the doll’s body “I’m better than you! I’m better than you!” and they keep dancing and dancing.

Now their porcelain legs are nothing more than shattered fragments, and they’re collapsed on the floor. Still they cry “I’m better than you! I’m better than you!” to an audience they’d already kicked out long ago. Their voice is cracking.

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See now, in your mind. A porcelain doll’s face, broken away from a body. Behind it, a whirling, gnashing mass of antimatter. It has claws, and teeth, and mouths that scream bloody murder. It is desperate to carry out evil. It wants to be cruel. The doll was broken on a spring day, and now all that remains of what it used to be is the mask, barely holding back the cloud of malice. People only look and see that doll. The doll is gone, but they see the porcelain face and think that it is the same doll it was before that spring day.

The doll is dead.