you hear the inaudible screech of a godling screaming
“I FOUND WALDOOO”
The gods have been searching for you for years. You cover your head with a hat and hide behind people with similar clothing. Your life is constant fear. You are Waldo and this is your story.
*leaves this on your dash like a cat leaving a dead mouse on a porch*
I'm 22, I use they/them pronouns. The only thing keeping me alive is dottore my omega wife babygirl pookie bear kitty meow meow
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