Kaomoji Story

(¬_¬") no.. (—o— ᵕ) hey sis, can u help me find a dress for prom?.. (˙ ​-˙​) i cant sorry.. Ask [crush] (—o— ᵕ) bestie, pls help me!! ( 💭 (˶˃⤙˂˶) i cant do that!! but i have no other choice..) sure! ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ) ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა can u help me find a dress... ( 💭 (๑•̀ㅁ•́๑) he said yes?!!?!?!?!?) ( 💭 (≧ᗜ≦) im going to have a heart attack!!) ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! (—o— ᵕ) is this good? 👗🥼🧢 💕 (≧⤙≦) .. well (•́ -•̀๑'') if you dont like it, just say it (* °ヮ° *) no i love it!! (shes so pretty..) (-/////-) really? ( ^ ֊ ^„)♡ ..yes ( > 〰 < )♡ t-thanks!! the end!! give creds if use <3 search @astrocat! for more!!

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*farts violently* *o-oops.. I-m sorry😓😓❤️❤️ was that too stinky n loud? I promise not to e-eat 69 beans a day, U-UWU!! Kacchan! :33 I ate child wen todey😜😜😋😋🙏🙏 r u gay, I-I MEAN!! Uhh, I shiddted bricks on your uncle's lingerie😅😅😅 sowwy I-I OWOO I wuvv shoving shovels down 2 week old orphans throats!! Haha, so preppy, I'm sorry if I bothered you. I-I'm just built like this *screams like a time bomb built from 1869* THE ZAZAAAj💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩 DATTEBAYOOO AMBATUKAAAMM (bwwhdjhdbbdbdbbbbbbhhhbb) 😝😝😝😝 d-do u also uhh use ur grandparents ashes as seasoning and chew on their breast implants?? DRAKE DRAKE DRAKE DRAKE👰👰👰👰👰🤰" *she looks into ur hairy azz as she grabs the scaramouche flavored Nair cream and menacingly shoves it up ur azz* *looks at ur toes* GYATTTT😍😍😍😍 *licks ur toes* It tastes like rat dookie and potato corner Yummers U-UwU 🤗🤗🤗 Ngl you look like Caseoh no Offense sorry Kacchan UWU OWO 🥺🥺🥺 *pulls out mewing toy and starts mewing* *Pomni Pomni rizz starts playing* AUGH. I-I mean I'm so skibidi oh, btw have you seen my skibidi slicers UwU if you find them pls give them back to me U-UwU *Fards and shids out a HUGE GIGANTIC dookie 😘💩💩* *Starts twerking and makes an earthquake happen* *Skibidi toilet starts playing* *1000 years later... There's a war; Skibidi toilets vs The sigma wigmas* Captain, captain! I think we are ready to fight the skibidi toilets sir! Captn. Sigma: Okay soldier. How many do we have? We have 90,000 Gyatt Rizzlers, 12,000 Fanum Tanks, And 9,000 Chicken Rizzlers! Sir! Captn. Sigma: Now, let us fight the Skibidi toilets! *RAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH* *Skibidi toilet music playing in the background* *The Sigma Wigmas won* Captn. Sigma: That's what you get for stealing our skibidi slicers! Captn. Skibidi: Auggghhh.... *dies*

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Dropping some school related drama . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Okay so, i was going into the girls bathroom the other day and i legit saw a megamind shrine. A FRICKING- like there was a blue balloon on it was a pic of megamind, and around it was blue jewellery and stuff nah but seriously two girls SKIPPED school to watch over the shrine my school is a psych ward at this point (╥﹏╥)

BRO WHO THE FUCK MADE AN INC3ST N0NC0N SMUT FANFIC WITH THEIR OCS ON HERE I WAS JUST TRYING TO FIND A BIO YALL CHILL TF OUT AND KEEP THAT IN UR NOTES 💀😭

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The clown statue A couple with children were trying out a new babysitter. About an hour after they left for a night on the town, they realized they had forgotten to give her their cell phone number, so one of them called her. After she wrote down the number, the babysitter asked if she could watch satellite TV in their bedroom. She had just put the children to bed and wanted to watch a particular show. (The parents didn't want their children watching too much garbage, so the living room TV did not have satellite channels.) Well of course she could watch TV in their room, they replied. The babysitter had one other request: could she put a sheet or blanket over the clown statue that was in the bedroom? It kind of made her nervous. "Take the children and go to the neighbors," said the parent. "We don't have a clown statue, we'll call the police." The police caught the clown as he was running through the neighborhood.

Thump, Thump, Drag A teenage baby-sitter put the kids she was watching to sleep in their beds and went back downstairs. The late night news was on the TV, the reporter said a psychopath from a local mental institution was on the loose and that police thought he might be in the area. He cautioned residents to lock their doors and windows because this guy was very, very dangerous. Well, the teenager checked the locks on the windows and the doors, but she forgot the door on the cellar bulkhead. Later that night, the children heard some noises downstairs, but thought it was the baby-sitter moving some furniture around. Then it got real quiet. All they heard for the remainder of the night was this noise: "Thump! Thump! Dra-aag... Thump! Thump! Dra-aag..." Evidently, they were too afraid to get up to see what it was. In the morning, their parents came home and were horrified to find the babysitter at the top of the stairs, dead with both arms hacked off at the elbows. She'd been climbing the stairs on the bloody stubs of her arms, pulling her badly injured body along. www.facebook.com/strngeworld

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Kept In Dark "I'm worried about myself," Nick said. "Maybe you should be," I told him. "Can't we turn on some lights?" "Not yet." Sometimes it's hard to tell when a friend is joking. But Nick had sounded truly nervous when he asked me to come over this afternoon, so I decided to take him seriously. "What's got you freaked out?" "I've been having dark thoughts lately." "Everyone has dark thoughts." "Not like these. They're sick, man. I don't know where they come from." "Horror movies?" "No, I don't watch those. But I've... I've also been having these crazy dreams. Really vivid. Like, apocalyptic, with demons. I'm afraid to sleep." "You have been looking kind of washed out lately," | admitted. "Maybe see a doctor?" "Wouldn't help." "Why not?" "Because there's more to it. That's why I called. I need you to tell me if you see it, too." "See what?" Nick stood up and walked to his window, where the sun glowed faintly behind cheap venetian blinds. He pointed at the floor. "Watch that spot. Right there." "The carpet?" "Just watch. Please." "Fine." The carpet looked normal, not even a stain. Then I heard Nick take a deep breath, followed by the clacking blinds as he pulled the cord to expose the sunlight. "Jeez!" I cried, yanking my feet off the ground as a dark shape came slithering forward. It disappeared directly under the couch where I sat. "Oh gosh," Nick moaned. "You saw it." "That's... impossible. Was that really your...?" "Yeah," he nodded miserably. "I've heard of being afraid of your own shadow, but why is mine scared of me? What does it know? by IPostAtMidnight

CRYBABY Late last night I woke up to the sound of someone crying. It was an eerie sound, and surprisingly loud as well. Although I wanted to get up and go check it out, I was a bit scared and tired so l ignored it by hiding under the covers. Today at breakfast I told my roommate about it. "That was me." She replied with a tone of fear in her voice. What a relief, I thought. "I was crying because I saw a... a thing watching you while you were asleep." @Death.and.Terror

When / was younger, my uncle John was going through a divorce. He came round to our house to get some advice from my parents and at one point said he could feel the energy of two children, a boy and a girl, in one corner of the room. Soon after, four year old me walks into the room and I said "The children woke me up." My folks asked what children, so I point to the same corner uncle john mentioned and say "Those children" and everyone went pale and quiet. - cocgamer

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There's No Reason to Be Afraid By Reddit user by whoeverfightsmonster ~ When my sister Betsy and I were kids, our family lived for awhile in a charming old farmhouse. We loved exploring its dusty corners and climbing the apple tree in the backyard. But our favorite thing was the ghost. We called her Mother, because she seemed so kind and nurturing. Some mornings Betsy and I would wake up, and on each of our nightstands, we'd find a cup that hadn't been there the night before. Mother had left them there, worried that we'd get thirsty during the night. She just wanted to take care of us. Among the house's original furnishings was an antique wooden chair, which we kept against the back wall of the living room. Whenever we were preoccupied, watching TV or playing a game, Mother would inch that chair forward, across the room, toward us. Sometimes she'd manage to move it all the way to the center of the room. We always felt sad putting it back against the wall. Mother just wanted to be near us. Years later, long after we'd moved out, I found an old newspaper article about the farmhouse's original occupant, a widow. She'd murdered her two children by giving them each a cup of poisoned milk before bed. Then she'd hanged herself. The article included a photo of the farmhouse's living room, with a woman's body hanging from a beam. Beneath her, knocked over, was that old wooden chair, placed exactly in the center of the room.

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❗Berry Avenue Story❗ I had a friend, Lily. She had the most perfect, straight, blond hair with the most gorgeous pair of chestnut eyes. Everyone loved her- no, they adored her. Every time she walked in the hall, she always left girls complimenting her and boys deeply in love. But for me, it was different. They didn't care about me at all. In fact, they acted like I didn't exist and I wasn't there. Although Lily was popular and all, she was really nice to me and everyone and had good grades. She was a good friend, but I was jealous of her. One day, I invited her to a sleepover, and that's when I took action and made sure she wouldn't be back. Everyone was in shock, they couldn't believe that Lily had died. After that night, the police found her body in a shed. After that, I dated Lily's boyfriend, my long-time crush. After we finally became adults, he proposed to me. I was so excited for our wedding-and it was today. I felt so gorgeous and beautiful in my white pearl wedding dress. Though I did feel a bit of guilt towards Lily. Over these years, I've been trying to do my best to forget about her and move on. Just as we were about to complete the ceremony, a woman wearing a black wedding dress with wilted flowers in her hand walked on the aisle. We were all confused and told her to leave. She was wearing a black veil over her face, and looked down. When she finally looked up and removed her veil, I realized that it was Lily. In terror, I dropped the bouquet and fled. He came up to me and asked what happened. I asked, "You didn't see her?" He was extremely shocked and asked, "What do you mean? See who? Are you imagining things?" Soon, I felt faint and fainted. It was a totally blackout, I couldn't see anything or even move. But I sure was awake. And when I finally was able to open my eyes, I was in a hospital, in one of those hospital gowns. I looked at myself, I was all weak, and wrinkly. A lady there smiled at me and said, "It was great being your nurse. I'm so sorry that you couldn't live any longer." Someone was about to unplug something, and that's when I saw a ghostly figure of Lily and she said, "This is my revenge, you're coming down with me."

ʰᵉʸ.... ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵘˢᵗ'ᵛᵉ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ʰᵒʳʳⁱᵇˡᵉ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ, ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵃʸ ʳᵉᵐᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵒᵛᵉ ᵒⁿ, ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜˡⁱᶜᵏ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵃᵍ '' ᶜᵘᵗⁱᵉʳᵒⁱ ,, ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᶜʳᵒˡˡ ᵃ ᵇⁱᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ ᵘ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ʰᵉˡᵖᶠᵘˡ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ.. ʰᵒᵖᵉᶠᵘˡˡʸ ᵘ ʷᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ..

you guys are being so delusional rn . i'm js trying to find some emojis and I see a war going on this random ass website . you guys are immature and weird tbh . all i see at this point are free palestine protests and ppl fighting over absolutely NOTHING . saying "FREE PALESTINE" won't do anything . you think we'll look at your post and say "omg! i have to do something! i must donate and really make a difference!" ? NO ! They won't . i js know . now stop being hypocrites and actually be peaceful for one ? lemme find stray kids combos in peace .

PART TWO OF MY FIRST STORY~~ (Read part 1 or ur gonna be kinda lost) Suddenly you’re waken up by a strange figure. When your eyesight clears up a bit you realize you’re not home anymore, the surrounding area Appears to be some sort of basement, and the figure is your creepy neighbor, John. He goes to your school and share some of the same classes. You never really payed attention to him because hes a creep, but you’re starting to remember that he was the one talking about having sex At lunch. Oh god, the thought of you and him hooking up made you sick to your stomach. I mean he’s not the cutest guy but isn’t Quite ugly either. Whatever the point is you’re kidnapped by your creepy neighbor and don’t know what to do. You’re tied to a chair And have tape over your mouth, how terrifying is that! “I’ve been watching you in class, through my house windows, and your TikTok’s..” John whispered in your ear. First of all no one asked, second of all who does that- Fast forward turns out he’s a hacker, hacked your Photos and has access to your horny nude pics you take secretly. And he’ll post them all on your TikTok unless you give him what he wants, A taste of “love”… Squirming, you try to untie yourself from the chair thinking you’re actually doing something, but fail. He makes a deal with you. If you have sex with him he’ll have to untie you so at least you won’t have to feel too trapped. Slowly he takes off his shirt, not much of a six pack but it seems like he’s trying his best. Next his pants. You get a bit scared when he walks up to you and rips the duck tape off your mouth -ouch-, a bit hesitant he unties you, but all you Can do is stand there. John orders you to take off your pajamas and you obey. The look on his face disgusts you, but after all You’ve always wondered what having sex felt like (this is NOT what you wanted to happen on your first time). John moves quickly and Starts to French kiss you, and honestly he wasn’t that bad, he’d probably kidnapped other girls in the past. You had no choice but to Go with the flow and kiss him back sticking your tongue in his mouth, sharing spit and exploring mouths he slowly moves his hands down, Now exploring your body. He’s cups your cherries and pinches your nipples, and moves on down. He finally reaches to your panties And you get a bit nervous. “Don’t be scared, after all you don’t have much choice” John said eerily. Surprisingly there was a bed In the basement so he pushed me on laying on my back. He ripped his underwear off to show his hard 10 inch dick. Holy sh!y it was huge. Next he pulled off my panties showing my bulging wet pussy, “Hey what the fu-“, John shoves his dick in my mouth to shut me up. “Go on, suck it” I did for a while, and deep throated it, he groaned in pleasure. Cum spilled out of my mouth and I swallowed a lot of it. He pulled his dick out with force, widened my legs, and began to tease my pussy, brushing and stroking it with the tip of his dick (start rubbing your pussy slowly) By this time I was really turned on. I wanted him to put it inside already but he was just taking his sweet time. “Ugh put it in already” I exclaimed trying to hold in a moan. “Someone’s inpatient. Let’s just start slowly”. He then stopped and decided to finger me instead. He pushed my clit a bit harder and faster (rub faster and a bit harder). I moan in pleasure. He then pushes his fingers in pussy and rubs hard and fast (start to explore inside your pussy and rub faster). I can’t stop moaning. “Doesn’t this feel good” he asks. I say trembling “y-yeah”. He then orders me to call him daddy. I thought it was stupid but I was kind of starting to like this, so I obeyed him. He then pulled his fingers out dripping in cum but simply slurps it all up. “I think it’s time for a better experience” he smirked, pulled out his dick and shoved it in my pussy. Guys ik this story is long but I wrote so much it’s gonna mess things up if I delete some of this- PART THREE SOON

eclipse - chapter one. credits: me and my sister. please don't hate, it's my first time ever writing a story fr fr. tell me if yes and tag me in the post. (hiii_happeygirl) idgaf if u repost this just pls give credit, as this took long to make. (i have adhd rlly bad and its hard for me to focus on a task for very long) I walk into the coffee shop with absolutely no idea of what is going to become of today. Will their bond become stronger? Will I be left alone to cry? I don’t know. It smells of coffee of course, and sugar cookies. Oliver and Lexi arrive a few minutes after me and hug when they get behind the counter. I set my space up and start making a batch of cookies so we’re prepared to start the day. Baking cookies was a hobby of mine, and to make it even better, it took the thought of Lexi and Oliver off my mind. Oliver approaches me with a smirk on his face. “Hey,” he says. I take my airpods out and look into his eyes. I stand there and admire them for a little bit. “Maddie?” he asks again. “Yeah?” “Um… just wanted to ask if you wanted to go to our one-month anniversary celebration.” “Oh,” I turn around and stir my cookie dough. “sure!” He turns around and looks over my shoulder at the cookie dough I’ve made. “Here,” Oliver hands me an envelope that looks stuffed. I put on a fake smile and open it. Inside, there’s no invitation to a celebration. It’s a card. Handmade. “L O V E you! XOXO, Oliver” it reads. This is a prank, I tell myself. Looking into his eyes, I can tell he’s nervous. I don’t say anything and move on to the next thing in the envelope. A 25-dollar gift card to a spa. I can feel myself smiling. The last thing in there is a small bag of Hershey bars, my favorite candy. He sees that I’ve found everything he put in the envelope. “That’s what I got for Lexi. Is it good?” he finally says. A look of disgust forms on my face. I slap his shoulder and walk out of the coffee shop. I walk all the way home. “You fvck!ng b!+ch!” I scream when I get inside my house. Lexi is an exact copy of me. She has brown hair like me, blue eyes like me, and likes the same movies and candy as me. The only thing I ever was to him was his type. I should have known that the envelope wasn’t for me. Nothing good is ever for me. It then hits me. I haven’t experienced any happiness since the day me and Oliver broke up. I wait to cry until I’m in my bed.“Why can’t I be Lexi Brooks?!” I cry. I cry for hours. I cry until I can’t cry anymore. “What am I gonna do with my life?” I say while wiping my nose. Oliver texts me. “I’m really sorry about earlier. I didn’t know you would be upset about it like that. I had thought you moved on. Please forgive me. I don’t want things to be awkward. You’re still a great friend to me. And you know what? Lexi broke up with me earlier. So we can be sad together.” “not in the mood 4 ur games rn” I text back. “I promise it’s not a trick. Please just forgive me, Maddie. I love you. I wanted to say that earlier. But I thought you were over me. Lexi was always rude and used me for the money. I didn’t have the courage to end things with her, so I stayed with her. Though I thought I didn’t like you anymore, I realized I still do. Maddie, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” “i swear its not funny oliver. i just want u 2 know im happy 4 u guys” “were not together anymore ily maddie pls just forgive me for everything” “fine! i wanna talk to u irl…come 2 my house and we can talk” “sure maddie :)” *** “Yeah!” I giggle. Oliver’s on the couch with me and we’re watching a movie. He glances at the empty bowl of m&ms and asks, “You want me to go get some more?” “Yeah, that’s fine! Thanks,” “No worries,” Oliver walks into the kitchen and I stay seated on the couch. I pause the movie and get up to fold the extra blankets. The room is dark except for the light coming from the TV. He finally walks back in with the bowl of m&ms and something else. “What’s that?” “It’s a gift card. You want it?” “Um, ok.” It’s the spa gift card from earlier. I smile as I put it in my pocket and unpause the movie. *** “Oliver?” I whisper. It’s 11:35 pm. He doesn’t answer. I brush his brown fluffy hair out of his face and cover him up with a blanket. I don’t know if I can forget everything that happened, but I’m starting to forgive Oliver. The TV turned off because we hadn’t messed with it in a while, so it’s super dark. “Love you,” I whisper. He smiles. An actual, genuine smile. I can feel my face turn red. Oliver wasn’t asleep. You screwed up so bad. As I close the door to my bedroom, there’s a faint whisper. “Love you too,” *** You need to clean this up! I think to myself. My room is an absolute mess. There are wrappers, bowls, papers, and clothes all over the floor. I decide to clean it later, and instead get changed into my pajamas. I get my shirt off, and there’s a knock on my bedroom door. It’s Oliver, of course. “Hey, Maddie? Can I come in?” “Yes,” I wait a second. “Let me get a top back on,” “It’s fine if you don’t have one on.” “You’re drunk.” “I’m not, Maddie.” He’s right. He hasn’t had any alcohol tonight. “Well then, you’re crazy.” “Real crazy,” he says sarcastically. He knocks again. I give in and open the door. “D@mn, Oliver. What do you want?” I say in a half-annoyed voice. He stares at my chest in disbelief. “I didn’t think you would actually do that.” “Same,” I stare into his eyes and just… lose myself. It’s hard to explain. I grab his face and kiss him. He hugs me and kisses me back. *** The night ends with Oliver in my bed. Nothing spicy or anything like that. We’re talking about random stuff. I hold his hand and lie down. He stays sitting on the edge of my bed. “Your room’s a mess,” he says. “I know,” I laugh a little. “I need to clean it up.” I turn so my head is in his lap and I watch him. He looks at me and smiles, and we watch the show on the TV in my room. After about 20 minutes I just have to compliment his eyes. “I love your eyes so much,” I sigh. “They’re so pretty.” I smile as he plays with my hair. Oliver finally opens his mouth to say something. “I love your smile even more.” OK SO TELL ME IF U WANT A P2 AND TAG ME IN THE POST (hiii_happeygirl) SO I CAN SEE IT, ALSO REMEMBER TO USE A UNIQUE NAME SO I CAN TAG U IN THE P2 OK LOVE U GUYS AND REMEMBER IF U REPOST GIVE CREDITSSSSS 💞

"Hey, you know what we should do?" The sudden suggestion broke the comfortable silence of the afternoon. 2, A host at the local cafe, had just finished getting some tea from their favourite cafe. "What's that, dear?" 2 inquired with a quaint British lilt to their voice. They had always been a curious number, eager to learn and experience new things. The speaker was a contestant, Gaty to be exact, with a wild imagination, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Let's throw a surprise party for the other algebralians!" she exclaimed, her voice bubbling over with enthusiasm. 2's heart skipped a beat. A party? For the others? The equation playground was usually quite orderly, a place where numbers and variables frolicked in predictable patterns. But a party? That sounded like a delightful chaos, a celebration of unity and difference. 2's mind raced through the possibilities. They had always loved baking, a hobby that had grown into a well-known talent among people. "What a splendid idea, Gaty!" they said, their eyes lighting up with the thrill of a new challenge. "But where should we hold it?" Gaty's grin grew wider. "How about the forsest?" 2's eyes widened. The forest was a relic from the early days of the playground, a tangled mess of branches and equations long forgotten by most. It was the perfect venue for a party, a place that hadn't seen joy in a long time. "The Forest!" 2 repeated, the excitement baking a warmth into their voice. "That's a brilliant idea!" They quickly set to work, planning every detail meticulously. The invitations were handcrafted, each one a miniature masterpiece of algebra art, with delicate x's and y's intertwined with loops and swirls. The guest list grew as they thought of everyone they wanted to invite: the integers, the variable, X, Irrationals, and even the constants! They decided to keep the theme a secret, among the guests. The day of the party arrived, and 2 could barely contain their excitement. They spent the morning baking a series of numerical treats: pi-themed pies, square root cookies, and a grand cake in the shape of the Fibonacci spiral. The scent of sugar and spices filled the air, and the warmth of the oven was a comforting embrace. They decorated the forest with streamers of polynomial functions and balloons that spelled out 'Happy Equation Day!' in binary. As the sun began to set, casting a soft glow over the playground, the guests started to arrive. The chatter grew louder as numbers and Irrationals mingled, sharing stories and laughter. The algebralians looked around in amazement at the transformation of the once-Normal space. The party was in full swing, and 2 couldn't have been happier. They flitted from group to group, ensuring everyone had a cup of tea and a slice of pi, their laughter echoing through the branches. An internal conflict began to stir within 2, however. They realized that while they enjoyed bringing everyone together, they felt a strange loneliness in the midst of the celebration. They were a host, a number that didn't quite fit in with the others. But as they watched the joy on their friends' faces, they knew that this party was about more than just the thrill of a good time; it was about unity, acceptance. "Hey Two! Have you seen X? I need to ask them something." It was four! One of 2's frenimies, who was always looking for a good time but had a knack for missing the deeper meaning in life. "Oh, Four," 2 said, trying to keep the annoyance out of their voice. "X is probably by the punch bowl, I think I saw them with the Irrationals earlier." Four's eyes lit up. "Great, thanks!" They dashed off, leaving 2 to ponder over their own feelings. Despite the delightful chaos around them, 2 felt a pang of sadness. They had always been the one to bring everyone together, but never truly felt like they were a part of the equation. They looked around, trying to shake off the feeling, and noticed a group of constants standing together, whispering and pointing at them. 2 approached, their curiosity piqued. "What's going on?" 2 asked, trying to sound casual. The constants looked slightly embarrassed. "Oh, we were just talking about how amazing the party is," said one of them, Pin. "We're all so impressed with what you've done here." The others nodded in agreement, and 2 felt a warmth spread through them. "Thank you," they said, genuinely touched. "I just wanted everyone to feel welcome and happy." The conversation grew more intimate as the night went on, and the constants shared stories of their own struggles with fitting in. It dawned on 2 that everyone had their own battles, even numbers as steadfast as they were. The party had become a place where the algebralians could be themselves, free from the constraints of the playground's usual order. As the stars began to twinkle above, casting a glow over the forest, the music grew softer and the partygoers gathered around the bonfire. 2 stood in the center, their heart swelling with love and gratitude for their friends. They raised a toast, their voice carrying over the crackling fire. "To unity, to friendship, and to never forgetting that we are all a part of the same grand equation!" The algebralians cheered, raising their cups. 2 felt a sense of belonging wash over them. They were not just a host, they were a catalyst for change. They had brought the playground together in a way that transcended their own number, and in doing so, they had discovered a piece of themselves they never knew was missing. The party continued into the night, with stories, dances, and even a little algebra magic. 2 watched as the equations they had crafted grew more complex, the relationships between the guests evolving into something beautiful. It was a night that would be remembered for a long time, a night that had started with a simple idea but had turned into an unforgettable experience for all. And as the last guest left, 2 stood in the quiet forest, surrounded by the glow of a job well done, feeling more whole than ever before.

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your a girl one day you apraoch school and walk into the bathroom and you enter a stall. Later when you get out you see a girl blushing at a boy,you dont think much of it though and continue the day. later, that same girl was at her lockers on her phone then she goes over to this boy with a smirk on her face. your wearing your reading glasses so you dont know who it is but you slowly take them off eager to find out who she was flirting with. your jaw drops as you Realize that she had been flirting with YOUR CRUSH!! whitch made you burst out in flames.out of nowhere you see her trying to kiss him, witch made you want to yell

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heyo! /ᐠ ̥  ̮  ̥ ᐟ\ฅ a new writer here! ill be writing about stories relatd to romance! 12+ only ! search up “_chibi..bunnii” for the stories! ( it may not show up now as i am writing this now on july ) i dont do nsfw or anything inappropriate, i just do my stuff! ( bl/ straight) baii for now and have a nice day ahead! [ note - i might post some sparkles and stuff! ] ₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

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Somewhere, on a rutted, nearly impassible back road in rural Monroe, Connecticut, stands what locals call the House of the Faceless People. This ancient farmhouse is enclosed within a forest of gnarled, bent, and bony-looking trees, and all of its windows are boarded up. If visited at night, the house will be entirely dark. However, on certain occasions a dim kerosene lamp can be seen through the slats covering one of the windows. This, it is said, is the caretaker's room. He's an old man who oversees the faceless ones. Though he is occasionally spotted working around the yard or chasing away cars that pass by too slowly, his faceless charges remain nothing but a mystery. Some believe the house's inhabitants are the fabled Melonheads, however, no one truly knows who, or what, can be found inside the House of the Faceless People…

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"but theres kids here!" yea i also dont give a fuck, they'll only see this when they search it up, or they go to the tags. end of the fucking topic. let them be, they're gonna know anyways bruh so yea i fr wrote this when i was sleepy, ill also post more, just search generalickass ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵘᵐᵈᵘᵐᵖ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ by generalickass ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ sʟɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅs, ᴄᴀsᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ғᴀɪɴᴛ ᴄʜɪʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs. sᴇᴠᴇɴ-ʏᴇᴀʀ-ᴏʟᴅ ᴇᴍɪʟʏ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ʙʀɪsᴋʟʏ, ʜᴇʀ sᴍᴀʟʟ ʙᴀᴄᴋᴘᴀᴄᴋ ʙᴏᴜɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡᴅ. sʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴍᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴛᴜɴᴇ, ʜᴇʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀsᴄʜᴏᴏʟ sɴᴀᴄᴋ sʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ: ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴄʜɪᴘ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴍɪʟᴋ. ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋs ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ'ᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ, sᴀғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴜɴᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴀ ʟᴀʀɢᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴍ, ʏᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀʟʟᴇʏ. ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʀᴀғғɪᴄ ғᴀᴅᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴍᴘ, ᴍᴜsᴛʏ sᴍᴇʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴄʀᴇᴛᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀɪɴᴛ ᴡʜɪғғ ᴏғ ᴜʀɪɴᴇ. ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ ʀᴏsᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴘs. ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴏʀ, ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇ, ᴡᴀs sᴛʀᴏɴɢ, ʜɪs ɢʀɪᴘ ʟɪᴋᴇ sᴛᴇᴇʟ. "ɪᴛ's ᴏᴋᴀʏ, sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ," ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ, ʜɪs ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜᴏᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴇᴀʀ. "ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ғᴜɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ." ᴇᴍɪʟʏ's ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʜᴀᴍᴍᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴇsᴛ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ, ʜɪs ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴘʀᴇssɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʜᴇʀs. sʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sǫᴜɪʀᴍ ғʀᴇᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏ ᴜsᴇ; ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏᴏ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀғᴜʟ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sʜᴜᴅᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ, sʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs, ʙʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ ғᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ. ᴀs ɪғ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴍᴘʜᴀsɪᴢᴇ ʜɪs ᴡᴏʀᴅs, ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴀɴᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀɴᴛs ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴇxᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴜʟɴᴇʀᴀʙʟᴇ. ʜᴇᴀᴛ ғʟᴏᴏᴅᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋs ᴀs sʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ ʜɪs ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴀɴᴅs sᴋɪᴍ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ғʟᴇsʜ, ᴄᴜᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʜɪᴘs ᴀɴᴅ sᴘʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴇɢs ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ. ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ, sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴀ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴛɪɴɢʟɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴇɢs, ᴀ ғᴏʀᴇɪɢɴ sᴇɴsᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ғᴀsᴛᴇʀ. ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀɴᴇᴅ ғᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ, ʜɪs ʟɪᴘs ʙʀᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴇᴀʀ. "sᴇᴇ, ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɪᴛ'ᴅ ʙᴇ ғᴜɴ," ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ, ʜɪs ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ sᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ sʜɪᴠᴇʀs ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ sᴘɪɴᴇ. ᴛʜᴇɴ, ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ, ʜᴇ ᴛʜʀᴜsᴛ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ, ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴛɪɢʜᴛɴᴇss ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ. ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs ғʟᴇᴡ ᴏᴘᴇɴ, ᴛᴇᴀʀs sᴛʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴀs ʜᴇ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ, ᴘᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ, ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴛʜʀᴜsᴛ sᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴡᴀᴠᴇs ᴏғ ᴀɢᴏɴʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴғᴜsɪᴏɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟʟᴇʏ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴘɪɴ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟs ᴄʟᴏsɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ's ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛs ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ғʀᴀɴᴛɪᴄ. sʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴏᴄᴜs ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟsᴇ, ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʀʀɪғɪᴄ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏғ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴠɪᴏʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ʜɪs ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʜᴇʀs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜs ᴍɪɴɢʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ. ᴛɪᴍᴇ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ, ʜɪs ᴛʜʀᴜsᴛs ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀsᴛᴇʀ. ʜᴇʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ғᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴏɴ ғɪʀᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɴᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇsᴛ. sʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜsʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏᴏ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ. ᴛᴏᴏ ʙɪɢ. ᴛᴏᴏ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ᴀs ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴏᴠᴇʀ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀᴘsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ, ʜɪs ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʀᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ɢᴀsᴘs ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴅʀᴇᴡ. ᴇᴍɪʟʏ ʟᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ɴᴜᴍʙ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ, ᴛᴇᴀʀs sᴛʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ. sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ, ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sʜᴜᴅᴅᴇʀ, ʜᴇ ʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏғғ ʜᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛɪᴄᴋʏ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋʟᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴇɢ. sʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ғɪʟʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴀs sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ. sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙʟᴇᴅ. sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʜᴜʀᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴘʀᴏᴏғ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ sᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴜᴘ, sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏғғᴇʀᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴀ ʜᴀɴᴅ. "ʜᴇʀᴇ," ʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ, ʜɪs ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ sᴛᴇᴀᴅʏ. "ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ, ʟᴇᴛ's ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ." sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅ, ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ sᴏ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ, sᴏ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ. sʟᴏᴡʟʏ, sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅ, ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴘᴜʟʟ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ғᴇᴇᴛ. ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴇᴍᴇʀɢᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟʟᴇʏ, ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ sᴛᴜɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sǫᴜɪɴᴛ. sʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ, ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ. sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋs ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ᴛᴏ ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ, sᴇᴇᴅʏ ᴍᴏᴛᴇʟ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ʀᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪɴɢs, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏʟᴅ, sᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ʙʟᴀɴᴋʟʏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴛʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ. ʜᴏᴜʀs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ, ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ, ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ sᴀᴛɪsғɪᴇᴅ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴄʀᴜᴍᴘʟᴇᴅ ʙɪʟʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ʜᴏᴍᴇ. "ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs," ʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀɴᴇᴅ, ʜɪs ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ʟᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ. ᴇᴍɪʟʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴘʟʏ; sʜᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟɪᴍʙᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀ. ᴅᴀʏs ᴘᴀssᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍɪʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴅʀᴇᴡ ғᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ. sʜᴇ sᴋɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ, ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ sᴘᴏᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏsᴛs. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ's ᴠɪsɪᴛs ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ғʀᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴛ, ʜɪs ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜɪʟʟɪɴɢ. ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ. sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏᴏ ᴀsʜᴀᴍᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ. sᴏ sʜᴇ sᴜғғᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴘʀᴀʏɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴍɪʀᴀᴄʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, sʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴅɴᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ, ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ, ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ, sʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴀs ɪғ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ, ᴀғᴛᴇʀ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ, sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ɴᴏᴡ, sʜᴇ sᴀᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴜᴛ, sʜᴇ sᴀᴡ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ʙᴏʏ, ᴀɴᴅ sᴀᴡ ʜɪᴍ ɢᴜɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟʟᴇʏ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ 𝟼 ʏʀs ᴏʟᴅ, sʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ, sʜᴇ sᴀᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴏᴏʀ, sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇsɪᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ sᴀᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ɴᴀᴋᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴏɴ ʜɪs ғᴀᴄᴇ, ᴘᴏssɪʙʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴs ʜᴜɢᴇ sᴛɪᴄᴋ, ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴛᴏ sᴛʀɪᴘ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ, ᴛᴇʀʀɪғɪᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ɪғ sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴀᴋᴇᴅ, ʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴏʏs ɢᴇɴɪᴛᴀʟs ᴀɴᴅ sᴜᴄᴋ ɪᴛ, sʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ sᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ, ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɴᴏɪsᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴍʙʟᴇᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴍᴏᴀɴᴇᴅ ᴀs sʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴘᴀss ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ, ʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴇᴅ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ sʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴍᴍᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ, sʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɢᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ғᴏʀᴄɪɴɢ ʜɪs ɢᴇɴɪᴛᴀʟs ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ, ʀᴇsᴜʟᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴘɪss ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴡᴀs ᴛʀᴇᴍʙʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅʀᴏᴏʟ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜɪs ᴄʜɪɴ ᴀs ʜɪs ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴛᴡɪᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ʟᴀᴜɢʜs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀᴛᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʀᴜʙʙɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ, ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢɪʀʟ sᴍᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢʟʏ, sʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴀɴᴅ ᴀs sʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏʙʙᴇᴅ, ᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜsʜᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀs sʜᴇ ʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀ, ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs ғɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏs ᴄᴜᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪss. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇɴ sᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʜɪs, sʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɴᴏᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀs ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ʟᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ, sʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴡᴀs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴀᴘᴇᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs, ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴡᴀs ʀᴀᴘᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴍᴇɴ, ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴍɪɴᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ 𝟼 ʏʀ ᴏʟᴅ ᴄᴜᴍᴅᴜᴍᴘ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴍᴏᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴍᴇɴ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴛʜʀᴜsᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴀssʜᴏʟᴇ, ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴜʀɴs ᴏғ ᴄᴜᴍᴍɪɴɢ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪᴍ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ʜᴇʟᴘʟᴇss ʙᴜᴛ ǫᴜɪᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsɴᴇss, ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏʙʙᴇᴅ ᴀs sʜᴇ ʀᴜʙʙᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ɢᴇɴɪᴛᴀʟs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀ, ʜᴏᴘɪɴɢ sʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴇᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ᴏɴ ɪᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ᴠᴀɪɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴠɪᴏʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴇᴀᴅ. ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇɴ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇɴ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ's ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴀs ᴅɪsᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴏғ. sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇɴ ғᴏʀ ʏᴇᴀʀs, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴜᴍᴅᴜᴍᴘ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɪᴍᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ sʜᴇ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟsᴏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴜᴍᴅᴜᴍᴘ, ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ᴏʀ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ɴᴏᴡ ᴀ 𝟻 ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ ᴏʟᴅ ʙᴀʙʏ ᴡᴀs ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴏ, ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴀs ʜᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀss ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ sᴜᴄᴋ ʜɪs ᴄᴏᴄᴋ, ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴄᴋ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄᴜᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪss, ᴀs ʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴇɴ, ᴀs ʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ's ɢᴇɴɪᴛᴀʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴄᴜᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ʜɪs ᴄᴜᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪss ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ʜim ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴇʏᴇs, ᴀs ɪғ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀsɴᴛ, ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs 𝟻 ʏʀs ᴏʟᴅ, sʜᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ 𝟽 ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀs 𝟻, sʜᴇ ᴡs ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ sʜᴇ ʜᴀs ʜɪs ʙᴀʙʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴄʜɪʟᴅ, sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏʟᴅ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʜᴇʀ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴍᴏᴀɴɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡᴀs ᴏᴠᴇʀғʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘɪss ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴜᴍ, ʙɪᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴘs ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ʜɪs ᴠɪʀɢɪɴɪᴛʏ, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏɴ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ʀᴀᴘɪɴɢ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡᴀs sᴛɪʟʟ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ, ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴇᴊᴀᴄᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴀɴᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴜᴅʟʏ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀʀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴀs ʜᴇ ʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʜᴜɢᴇ sᴍɪʟᴇ , ᴀs ɪғ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ, ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴛɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴅ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛs ғᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴏᴛʜ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴄᴜᴍᴅᴜᴍᴘs ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴄᴜᴍᴅᴜᴍᴘs, ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴅɪᴇᴅ, ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴀᴘᴇᴅ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴍᴅᴜᴍᴘ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴇɴᴅs. lol

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