I'M NORMALLLLL PLEASE DATE MEEEEE

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[SUCH A WONDERFUL DAY! Full of snowbanks and sunshine and ~ROMANCE~. Victorian gents wander around with their ladies. Victorian hobos holler at prostitutes for discounts. Forgetful idiots swarm flower shops for last-minute attempts at getting flowers before they go home and get murdered by their wives.

IT'S VALENTINE'S DAY, YOU BASTARDS! Spam your fellow taggers! Play hard to get and stop responding to everyone but your personal favorite! Sob and eat ice cream while watching your inbox stay empty! CELEBRATE WITH ALL OF YOUR SPIRIT!]

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[The oddest part, really, is that he gets hit. Bones smash like toothpicks and there's no monster coming from his shadow, or claws from behind him tearing him apart, or that black acid in the air becoming physical rather than emotional.

He smashed the legs of a teenager. Good job.




Okay no. I lied. The oddest part is that he gets up. That presence actually is physical now, and it's enough to make a soul collapse on itself just from that alone. But it's not alone. The movements are slow and jerky, like a puppet on broken strings, and that metaphor keeps working because the movements are wrong. Broken legs can't be stood on. Spines don't bend that way. Eyes aren't supposed to have things writhing in them.]

「HA HA HA! OF COURSE YOU KNOW! WHAT I'M ASKING IS IF YOU UNDERSTAND. THINK, YOU STUPID MAN! THIS IS WHAT I MEAN BY LISTENING? ARE YOU CAPABLE OF HEARING WORDS OR IS YOUR ONLY TALENT BREAKING EVERYONE YOU TOUCH!」

[selfreleasing]

I knew, I understood, she never loved me. I made a mistake.

[He's making a mistake. Murder is illegal. That was only applied to humans, though, and no human ever made him feel that way. The writer would point out the lack of romantic intent in this section of the thread. She's just leaving the line unchanged because she can. It's not murder if it's not a human, just this thing that, down to his very core, honestly and truthfully terrifies him. He'd admit that.

But it's still wrong, isn't it? Just as wrong as this boy is.







Oh well. Swing, batter, swing.]

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[Congratulations, Michipapa, you just killed a teenage boy. That feeling's still there like he's done something terrible and that presence remains about to rip him apart. Reality itself might've warped there.

But it gets cut off with the flash of a teenage girl's smile that feels more like the boy's he just killed, but the presence vanishes right after. It's almost like he never destroyed a monster.

It's like he killed a teenager. And now he can have fun finding a really confused and unharmed daughter in the shed and realizing he really did only kill a single teenager.

PS: The maids are just pinned through their clothes. Totes unharmed. Gj daddy.]