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[n0t-4-l1m3]

Chat I went to the wrong fucking man, found tempest tho so we chillin. He gave me a cool invisible friendship bracelet, said it was goodluck. He told me I could pick any body part to attach it to! I chose my heart bc we are new bffs :3

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[n0t-4-l1m3]

Heyy- so i kinda heard there's a god here that'll grant you serotonin? I wanna cut a deal if thats okie with you! :3

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{ The Wizard looks over at the visitor. Wiz's expression is unreadable for a moment, before it shifts to a polite smile. }

"Ah, no thank you. Religions of any kind are not for me. Not to be disrespectful, I am sure whatever you're talking about must be lovely, but The Wizard prefers to stay out of that type of thing. Thank you for the offer, though!"

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She tilts her head, crimped bangs falling away from her eyes. They click on their phone. 4:13 am. A hushed sigh escapes her lips. They run their fingers through her course bleach-fried hair. The dramatic scene makeup she had precariously put on three days before was now a smudged mess all across her eyes and cheek. She hoists herself up, almost pitching forward before stumbling out of bed. The pile of empty vodka bottles fall into the warm crease of where she laid.

She makes breakfast, a concoction of rubbing alcohol and an off-brand stale cereal. The mixture felt oddly dry, scratching the back of her throat. She opens a childproof cap. Swallowing a handful of antidepressants she didn't care to count. It's not like they did her any favours anyway. She shrugs on some unwashed tattered clothes. A stained hoodie, striped legwarmers, torn fishnets, an old moth-eaten black pleated skirt. And left through the door.

Sure it was cold out, but the booze warmed her skin and numbed her mind to the point where she didn't give a shit. There was nothing to give a shit about anyways. 11 years of feeling depressed, 5 getting drunk, and 3 on medications, led to 19 years of complete nothingness. The fact that she couldn't feel anything other than hopeless led to an empty ache in her bones. It hung on her every breath. A waste. That's all she was, and that's all this time has been.

A blunt shivering metal chimed as her skull smashed against it. The pole burnt her flushed skin. Regaining her surroundings she comes face to face with a flyer.

"Life got you down? Come visit Tempest! A god among men who can transform your life!"

Her eyes glint at the words. Willing to do anything (that doesn't take up more energy than it's worth), she dms this so called 'god'.