Jk I dress like Mike Dawson.
You’d look beautiful if your skin wasn’t decayed.
“N-no… please…” he whimpered, while staring in horror at the computer screen.
“I never asked for this to happen. I never wanted it to happen”.
He tried to hold back the tears. He kept clicking refresh, hoping it would stop.
But it didn’t. The nightmare wouldn’t stop.
The follower count kept increasing. The number of offensive, edgy bloggers and 15-year-old self proclaimed “otakus” followers kept growing.
The damage was done.
Thanks alot Fi!! <33
Thank you so much sweetheart!!! <3