CAN YOU STOP?

I- DID THE ADMIN SAY THEY CANT ANIMATE? ANIMATING IS HARD SO DONT BE SUPER HARD ON YOURSELF. PLUS, THAT LOOKED GOOD-

((KLSDAFJA??? HI?? ANON?? YOU ARE?? SO NICE??????? I??? THANK YOU! - MUN))

*puts coins into a gambling machine and pulls the lever, the gambling machine puts out a coin, a cherry, and a herman. everyone in the building evaporates as the scene fades to black.*

............ I think I was drugged! I mean that’s fine, buT WHAT THE FUCK!

ABOUT TO RESEARCH ON HOW TO STRANGLE A GHOST! @dbdaskghostface

ANY INFORMATION IS APPRECIATED!

You're CRINGE -susie

Oh no. He knows! He knows you exist! Evacuate the city, now!

Fuck-

Which survivors do you most enjoy encrispening (electrocuting)?

OH ALL OF THEM ARE SUCH JOYS TO.... “ENCRISPENING”. BUT I PERSONALLY TAKE JOY DOING THAT WITH FENG AND DWIGHT!

Your name will now be changed to Crispman Carter. No one likes the name Herman anyways.

WELL EXCUSE YOU! THE NAME HERMAN SUITS ME WELL!

Please murder that Dwight for bringing pineapple pizza!

WHAT A VILE CREATURE! 

It wasn’t long until The Doctor rounded the corner, storming into his office. He carried what looks to be some old rag stained with different colors. Presumably being used to clean up the spray paint. He let out a sigh, tossing the rag onto a shelf. As he stood there his posture was stiff, his arms behind his back fidgeting with his own hands. After what felt like minutes of him just standing there he turned to his desk... where he paused.

Where are his notes.

Shaking his head he went to the other side of his desk, pulling opening a few drawers, this has to be some kind of lapse in his memory... right? They were right there weren’t they!? The Doctor slammed the drawers shut, starting to get a bit more frantic in his search. He started looking through the shelves... nothing. Maybe under the desk?... also nothings. The more frantic he got, the more electricity bounce off him, the more he started to panic.

He can’t lose these! If he loses the notes he loses his progress, he’ll have to start back at square one! He.. he can’t go through that again... he doesn’t remember where he even started his search for the exit. WHERE ARE HIS NOTES!?

Legion did a good job this time. Spray paint of random phrases spread across walls, gurneys broken and pushed over, and a multitude of other things had been torn into and wrecked. Of course, they had all made a quick getaway and had left quite awhile ago, give or take 30 minutes. But for some reason, one of them had returned. Susie roamed the halls of Léry's, hands behind her back. She looked around innocently, not seeming to want to wreck anything else.. she just wanted a closer look at things.

Walking by herself she soon realized how quiet Léry’s actually was. Each noises seemed to be intensified; her footstep, each mouse squeak, each creek of the window.. hell even the wind seem to reverberate through the halls. Going through these halls the mess they’ve left was still there, almost untouched aside from a few gurneys being back in place. It was dark.. cold and damp, water dripping from the ceiling from pipes that had brusted long ago. Some Windows had been boarded up.. the paint on the walls seeming to be chipping off. Not to mention almost every surface seemed to be untouched for a long... long time... a layer of dust covering almost everything.

Going even further down the seemingly never ending hallways, the mess they made seemed to be getting cleaner. The hallways seemed to be put back together, even some of the spray paint being washed off. Turning a corner, she felt something pass over her mind... like she just passed through something. But something quickly got her attention.... light..... not natural moonlight from outside... actual light. This part of Léry’s stuck out like a sore thumb.