Wednesday: Since it’s my turn to host game night, I thought we could do something that’s not board games related.
Enid: This is exciting! Are we digging up buried treasures?!
Bianca: Yeah are we? Why are we all using shovels?
Yoko: And why do we need to wear masks?
Divina: And why do you have an hour glass? Is this a timed game?
Wednesday: It is. I have given you all a map to a certain location in Jericho where you each have to dig up your bodies.
Bianca: Wait….. our bodies?
Wednesday: Yes! When we begin, you all have exactly one hour to go to your spot and dig up your bodies and bring them back here for further instructions.
Yoko: WHAT?! WHAT KIND OF GAME IS THIS?!
Divina: This sounds like a crime!
Enid: Oohhh! I love competitive games!!!
Bianca: Oh god this isn’t worth it. I’m out.
Wednesday: Unfortunately you have to play. I have tipped off the Jericho police to the location of the bodies. And with each of those bodies I have placed evidence that goes back to each of you. If they dig up the bodies, you lose and they’ll probably arrest you. So be quick. Get there first or you lose.
Divina: What the fuck kind of game is this?!
Yoko: This doesn’t sound like a fun game.
Bianca: This is the last time we’re ever going to let you host a game night-
Wednesday flips the hour glass
Wednesday: And the game starts NOW!
I need closure with this fic! Sometimes I go back and read it all over again in hopes to have a new chapter
IT'S BEEN 4 YEARS 😭😭😭
Ah yes, the 3 genders. Male, female, and “what the fuck are you, a cop?”
I don't rant much, I just keep quiet, I needed to get that off my chest that night, I am trying to do okay, I think my medicine should be arriving this Wednesday hopefully and all will get better
So, I don't even know if anyone will ever see this post and pay attention to it, but I am currently almost a week without my antidepressants and I have started to go down the rabbit hole of thinking I'll never be able to get top surgery or any kind of surgery... I am barely able to buy the testosterone without going to doctors appointment, I don't even know if doing that will unalive me but I rather die trying to be who I want than live miserable...
When is a monster not a monster?
(Oh, when you love it.)
Daisy: Not to brag or anything, but I can wake up without an alarm clock simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety.