Crispy

Whoa, someone get Bubba into the Ice Capades immediately with moves like those. O_O

"Herman old friend. How nice to see you here!" The Shroud said with a grin as he sat in one of the windows of the Lérys memorial institute. "What are you up to doc?" He asked, a grin underneath the mask that covers his face.

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The Doctor stopped in his tracks upon hearing the voice of a fellow killer. Moving his gaze over to the window he let out a sigh, “[What a surprise, didn’t expect to see you here Danny]” Putting his hands behind his back he thought for a moment, “[The question of what I’VE been up to is.... unimportant,]” he said with a quick chuckle, “[But I could ask you the same thing... what brings you here?]”

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AHEM, Herman Ich habe deine Anfragebox mit anon Nachrichten vom Leuchtstab zum Käfig angegriffen, was soll ich noch tun?

Ah, eine deutsche Frage, ich bin ernsthaft sprachlos und weiß nicht, wie ich reagieren soll! Goldstern für dich anon!

POV jake dont Scream

“[HOW ANNOYING!]” keeps shocking Jake keeps shocking Jake keeps shocking Jake keeps shocking Jake keeps shocking Jake keeps shock Jake keeps shocking Jake keeps shocking Jake keeps shocking Jake keeps shock Jake keeps shocking Jake keeps shocking Jake keeps shocking Jake keeps shock Jake keeps shocking Jake keeps shocking Jake

[Susie voice] dad can i have some mozzarella sticks too. Please

HOW DO YOU KEEP GETTING IN HERE

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.

I forgot to finish this, and now I’m not gonna

I’m tired

Herman? More like WHOREMAN

Not really interested in dating, sorry ladies, Men, and Thems! So no “Whoreman Carter” for you! My deepest apologies.

You can’t kill me! I have an apple 🍎

WRONG TYPE OF DOCTOR! YOU’RE NOT SAFE ANON!