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Day 9!

YOUR PERSONALITY IS BEAUTIFUL!!!

instead of inktober I'm doing beautifultober!!!!

day one.......

YOU are beautiful!!!!!!!

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APPARENTLY it's not normal to be super fucking tired all the time no matter how much sleep u get or what time u sleep

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hey guys i don't remember making this

a concept

getting out of the shower and almost slipping on your floor made out of banana peels and shedded human skin.

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Quick question

what the fuck?

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Fuckig

Piece of shot king komk cock sucker mothet of all hells of GOD

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he's here he's here he's here hE'S HERE HE'S HERE HE'S HERE HE'S H

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friendly reminder

You're loved and you matter. It's okay to love yourself or qualities you have and see in yourself. Some people might say it's selfish or being self absorbed, but it's not. It's okay.

You'll be okay some day.

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Me: stands up

My bones: cracklecrack

Me: i'm getting...

Me:

Me:

Me: old.

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whomst in the mother of

ALL FUCKS

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i ate a donut. i'm a cannibal. someone kill m

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I freeze but quickly recover from the shock, the caller hung up immediately. Walking over to the door, my phone in my hand, I open it and see a black package with a card and red bow on top of it. I carefully pick it up and take it inside with me. By now, I can't do much but open the package. Calling the police probably wouldn't work, or they'd kill my loved one right then and there. I have no doubts that they're watching my every move, I need to be cautious.

I open up the package and inside reveals a jet black and blood red mask that covers everything except the eyes and mouth, with two nose holes. All you need to see and breathe perfectly without revealing your identity.

I slipped the mask on quickly, it fit nicely. I decided to go for one of my two guns, a sturdy old pistol I've had for awhile. I checked to see if it was loaded or not, it was, but I took some extra bullets with me just in case.

Panic started to flood in and I was hit with realisation of what I was about to do. My breathing started to get shaky and it felt like someone was squeezing my lungs and strangling me. I couldn't breathe.

I forced myself to calm the fuck down after about 5 minutes. I need to get this shit done and get it done quickly.

I picked up the card and looked at the address, shoving it in my jacket pocket in case I forgot. I walked out of the house and hopped in my car, putting the house address from the card into my GPS, speeding my way towards the house and making a few sharp turns.

I had reached my destination.

My car tires screeched to a stop, I quickly got out while readjusting my mask and putting my pistol back in place. In front of me was a normal looking house. One of the windows seemed to be a little broken but that's about it.

My phone rang, I immediately picked it up and put it to my ear. Before I could say anything, the caller shouted into the speaker.

"Do as I say and you'll have your loved one back in no time. You will not be linked to these murders in any way. After this, you go home and walk away like this never happened, and do not speak of this to anyone, ever. Your loved one will be told to follow the same orders.

Now go knock on the door, wait for someone to answer then shove your way past them. As soon as you get in, kill them. Then everyone else. And don't forget, I'm watching everything."

The caller hung up.

I inhale, panic and anxiety creeping up on me. Why is this happening to me? Why now? Why me? Why would they do this?

I exhale before walking up to the door and knocking firmly. I smell cigarette smoke now that I'm closer, and I realise that the paint is starting to chip off all over the house.

Someone opens the door. I'm faced with a wide-eyed young man who looks to be in his early 20s, he's wearing dark jeans and a plain white shirt with a small stain on it. He visibly tenses up at the sight of me, and stops mid-sentence of "Hello."

I give him an apologetic look behind my mask and shove past him, slamming the door closed. I look him dead in the eye.

"I'm sorry." I tell him before snapping my gun out and quickly shooting him in the head. Blood splatters and he falls to the ground.

I turn around to see three more people, all staring at me, frozen in fear. I repeat what I said but louder, before shooting all three of them in the chest, head and throat. Blood splats everywhere.

I scan the house quickly to make sure no one is left, guilt and shame is starting to edge up on me, and they're picking up speed.

I get another phone call, of which the caller tells me to go outside and drive home. I do as he says and when I finally make it back home, I go into the kitchen and set my keys down before taking my jacket off, ready to change my clothes and burn this fucking mask.

I hear my loved ones voice call out to me from the other room.

"You're back! Finally! How was your day?" She asks as she enters the kitchen, a smile on her face.

“Do not hang up. This is not a wrong number. We have your loved one. To see them again, get the package on your doorstep and open it. Put on the mask. Grab your choice of weapon. Go to the house address written on the note card. Kill them all.”

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a concept

getting out of the shower and almost slipping on your floor made out of banana peels and shedded human skin.

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someone better buy me a fucking DONUT.

please. :-)