Squid game.
Squid game.
The next morning she wakes up behind the desk, her clothes drenched in five different colors of paint. Tattoos made of sharpie are all over her face and hands. Even worse is the sticky sensation in her hair, and the smell of glue. Dread seeps into her psyche as she wonders what would happen if she tried to clean it out.
She didn't know what she did last night, all she knows is that a young man in pale, almost blue skin was waiting for her as she woke up.
He waits for her to sit upright before speaking.
"Hey, you. You're finally awake."
thanks for writing probably the first ever olive fanfic
The nostalgia.
she could probably apply for a job as a mortician
This put a smile on my face.
Happy to hear it did! : )
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I'm maxing out bio resist.
I cracked up at that.
Use it as massage oil.
Really like this artwork of farfalle.
thank you so much
Have you played Terraria btw?
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