I missed drawing her

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I missed drawing her
Tried to draw Scream's "tears"
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The rain's not letting up
.. but that's okay
Capt. Chaos gonna love this one /j
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𝕾𝖕𝖔𝖙 𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖑𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕴'𝖛𝖊 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖆𝖙 𝖒𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖘𝖘. 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖎𝖙. 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖙, 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖓 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖊𝖙 𝕰𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖍. 𝕬𝖙 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖊. "𝖂𝖍𝖞 𝖉𝖎𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊?" 𝕴 𝖆𝖘𝖐𝖊𝖉. 𝕴 𝖆𝖑𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖞 𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖜, 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍. 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖆𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖚𝖘 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖆𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖆𝖜 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖊. 𝖂𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖞 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖜 𝖎𝖙, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖞𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒. 𝕾𝖕𝖔𝖙 𝖘𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖊, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖉 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖊 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊. "𝕴'𝖒 𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖘, 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖔𝖓𝖊. 𝕸𝖊𝖝𝖎𝖈𝖔 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖊, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝕴 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖎𝖙'𝖉 𝖇𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖗𝖎𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖎𝖙. ... 𝕺𝖍, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕬𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖆, 𝕴 𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖘. 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙'𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖓𝖔𝖜." 𝕴 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖙, 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝕴 𝖌𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖊...?
𝕾𝖕𝖔𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖒𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖓 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘. "𝕬𝖑𝖑 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖔 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖊, 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖙 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊, 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙'𝖘 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖎𝖙, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙.. 𝖟𝖎𝖕 𝖎𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖚𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉." 𝕴 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖎𝖒, "𝕴 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖎𝖙. 𝕴𝖋 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖞 𝖜𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖘𝖔 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑𝖘 𝖉𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖙 𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖓𝖔𝖜." 𝕾𝖕𝖔𝖙 𝖒𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖒𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖊, "... 𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙." 𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖉. "𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖗𝖞 𝖎𝖙 𝖔𝖚𝖙, 𝕾𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒. 𝖄𝖔𝖚'𝖑𝖑 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝖎𝖙 𝖘𝖔𝖔𝖓. 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊." 𝕾𝖔, 𝕴 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖒𝖞 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊. 𝕺𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖛𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉, 𝕴 𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖉𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆 𝖘𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖒𝖞 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉. 𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝕴 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖒𝖞 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊. 𝕴 𝖘𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝕾𝖕𝖔𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖊, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖉𝖓'𝖙...
𝕴 𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖆 𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖘, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖎𝖙 𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙. 𝖂𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖕 𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖋𝖚𝖑, 𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖟𝖊𝖓 𝖗𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖕𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖎𝖓-𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖉𝖘, 𝕴'𝖛𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖙 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊... 𝕾𝖕𝖔𝖙 𝖙𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖙 𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖕𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖙𝖍, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝕴 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖕 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖚𝖗𝖊. 𝕴 𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖐 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖕𝖎𝖈𝖙...
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MAC: OH MY GODDDDDDDDD
MAC: That's it. I fucking quit bro
MAC: Babe my boss isn't even PAYING ME ANYMORE
MAC: I TRIED CONTACTING HIM BUT HE WOULDN'T PICK YP
MAC: what a fucking cheapskate mother fucker
MAC: Sorry I'm really mad about this
MAC: I'm actually gonna quit
MAC: But like
MAC: ItS been quiet recently y'know?
MAC: Ik nobody ever even goes to waffle House anymore cuz duh
MAC: But it's ODDLY quiet
MAC: Idk maybe I'm imagining things
MAC: .Babe?
MAC: Dude I'm gonna drop by your house okay? Gonna hang out
MAC: If that's okay?
MAC: ?
MAC: Okay dude you don't have to leave me on read
MAC: Damn
MAC: See you there babe XOXO