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[Text; Switch]: Oh yeah, you're the soccer mom who tortures the kids when they don't win the game

[Text; Switch]: Does Sickle fucking grow his own pot or something?!

[Text from Switch]: I stole nothing, broke nothing, and stabbed nothing. Aren’t you proud of me?

[text]: Yes I am, and you get a cookie when I see you back at the warehouse

[text]: How on earth did you manage it

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Spring Awakening Lyric Starters!

 Mixture of angst, fluff, nsfw, and poetic stuff that’ll be…interesting to see played off out of context. Lots of mentions of sex and masturbation, mostly abstract. Trigger warnings for mentions of suicide, abuse, and death.

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Do it.

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear person I hate,

Dear person I like,

Dear ex boyfriend,

Dear ex girlfriend,

Dear ex bestfriend,

Dear bestfriend,

Dear *anyone*,

Dear Santa,

Dear mom,

Dear dad,

Dear future me,

Dear past me,

Dear person I’m jealous of,

Dear person I had a crush on,

Dear girlfriend,

Dear boyfriend,

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[text]: The only full grown adults who use Yay are soccer moms who are texting their children about school grades

[text]: Ask him if he puts anything in his weed, and ask Circuits if he touched the stuff

[Text from Switch]: I stole nothing, broke nothing, and stabbed nothing. Aren’t you proud of me?

[text]: Yes I am, and you get a cookie when I see you back at the warehouse

[text]: How on earth did you manage it

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[text]: That's because you ARE a demented child

[text]: You're trusting a dude who goes by the name Sickle?

[Text from Switch]: I stole nothing, broke nothing, and stabbed nothing. Aren’t you proud of me?

[text]: Yes I am, and you get a cookie when I see you back at the warehouse

[text]: How on earth did you manage it

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[text]: You sound like a demented five year old

[text]: You know nothing of drugs, they can be laced bro

[Text from Switch]: I stole nothing, broke nothing, and stabbed nothing. Aren’t you proud of me?

[text]: Yes I am, and you get a cookie when I see you back at the warehouse

[text]: How on earth did you manage it

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[text]: You enjoy torturing people

[text]: Yay is not a good word for you

[text]: Are you sure you ONLY smoked weed?

[Text from Switch]: I stole nothing, broke nothing, and stabbed nothing. Aren’t you proud of me?

[text]: Yes I am, and you get a cookie when I see you back at the warehouse

[text]: How on earth did you manage it

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[text]: You are still stoned

[text]: I can tell by your use of 'yay'

[text]: Great, so you got high with two members instead of doing your job… where did you two smoke anyways

[Text from Switch]: I stole nothing, broke nothing, and stabbed nothing. Aren’t you proud of me?

[text]: Yes I am, and you get a cookie when I see you back at the warehouse

[text]: How on earth did you manage it

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[text]: yes, because I don't have to deal with anyone hunting down your ass today or banging down the door searching for you

[text]: If that was my weed you're getting a cookie laced with cyanide

[Text from Switch]: I stole nothing, broke nothing, and stabbed nothing. Aren’t you proud of me?

[text]: Yes I am, and you get a cookie when I see you back at the warehouse

[text]: How on earth did you manage it

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"Hold your tongue or you’ll get whipped more then just a few times." “I swear, I’ll get you out of there alive if it’s the last thing I ever do.” “Would you like a gag to stop you from screaming like a little bitch when I start whipping you?” “Hold still or it’ll hurt even worse when I...

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[Text from Switch]: I stole nothing, broke nothing, and stabbed nothing. Aren’t you proud of me?

[text]: Yes I am, and you get a cookie when I see you back at the warehouse[text]: How on earth did you manage it

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[[Text]: it glows. i had to have it. [Text]: i stole nothing, broke nothing, and stabbed nothing. aren’t you proud of me? [Text]: you told me your favorite colors were “pink” “no pants” and “Mexican food” [Text]: I stared at him for a solid five minutes because he looked like...

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"You're boyfriend?" Blade mused, rolling his eyes. "Maybe I know him, this is my turf. What's his name, dolly?"

gothalfabrain anne-harkness-at-your-service ambassadorsdaughter atoughlittleguy epialesknight daveyandlesjacobs

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Blade stood back and watched her, a sinister smirk on his face as he realized that he had won. There wouldn't be anymore games played because of his partner, no, he'd be allowed to play the game his way… and if anyone tried to stop it they'd find themselves dead.

"Thank you doll," he said as he looked over at the phone. "It wouldn't be fair of me to just shoot you without letting your boy know your true feelings about him."

He pulled the trigger, firing two bullets into her stomach. It was a blind shot, but to be honest he had too much to think about to worry himself with his aim. He had too many people to kill, and too many plans to make.

"Stay in this closet and be quiet!" -Blade

"What the—agh!" Books yelped as Blade shoved her roughly into the supply closet. "Hey! Lemme out!"

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Blade shook his head and laughed, looking over at Switch with sudden interest. He laughed and shook his head, looking over at Books as he drew out her phone from Switch's pocket. "He was so excited about this part of the plan, I'd hate to let him down."

He pressed the call button, sliding the phone between him and Books with a sick smile. "So, any last words before I kill you, girlie. C'mon, hit me with your best shot."

"Stay in this closet and be quiet!" -Blade

"What the—agh!" Books yelped as Blade shoved her roughly into the supply closet. "Hey! Lemme out!"

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Blade pulled the knife out of his stomach with a small grunt, laughing to himself as he stared at the bloody metal. He shook his head and tossed it back as he kneeled down to look at his ex partner, slicing Switch's throat with one clean stroke.

"I always was so much better than you."

He turned his attention to Books, tossing the knife next to its owner's body, gun pointed at her head. "I've always hated you, hell, I should have killed you the moment you came in here with the runt. He's the reason you lived for as long as you did, Switch's own bloodlust actually helped something." Blade laughed under his breath again, a dark and bitter chuckle that bounced off of the walls. "Too bad he's gone, and you will be too. Just cleaning up loose ends."

"Stay in this closet and be quiet!" -Blade

"What the—agh!" Books yelped as Blade shoved her roughly into the supply closet. "Hey! Lemme out!"