*slaps Roof Of WIP* This Bad Boy Can Fit So Much Dialogue In It

How new WIPs are born:

WHAT IS WRONG WITH US?

Holding rag in this darkness, I keep cleaning the rotten carpet of ethics. Knees are bruising, But my hands keep moving, The mind can’t comprehend how to stop. Eyes can’t adapt to the pitch dark. But ears are alert, Realization dawns, You all are here too.

Some scratching softly, Some rubbing too vigorously. I know that I’m not alone. How come there are so many of us? Trying to remove these stains in the darkness, and hoping for a glimpse of white. Cleaning this tainted carpet of ethics.

What is wrong with us? This house is full of bodies without guts. Few are dancing like puppets, freed on the condition of being muppets. Some keep peeing all over it, Others keep cleaning all their shit. The smell of this home is atrocious, It makes me nauseous.

They are covering the skin of God in red, and if we whispered, we are bad. If and only if, I can know about their scale, I might try not to fail.

Let’s get a new carpet. Stop dreaming about turning this obsidian into white.

LEPTIR CHAHAR

Halloween scare reddie x daughter

summary: can you do a reddie x daughter, halloween w the losers edition?

A/N: I’m sorry it’s so short, I hope you still like it though! 

Ellie bit from her candy covered apple, hurrying to wipe away a piece of chocolate that broke off from the rest of the snack and onto her costume, hoping her dad hadn’t caught on. A quick peek up proved that he hadn’t, to busy gripping her hand so tightly her skin turned white around the pressure. Her pops, on her other side, was holding onto her shoulder, talking with uncle Stan, ushering her closer any time Ellie slightly stayed from his side.

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