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/ @ BHVR give me Vigil on Detective Tapp, I'm trying to do a joke.
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“ I hope you liked my stories –
I enjoyed bringing them to life. Don’t worry, I’m not DONE. ”
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everyone in the 80s was like fuck ending this song
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STARTER CALL
Like this for a starter of varying length (will be done over the coming days).
Please reblog this to spread the word for me!
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Danny was a man who enjoyed simple things in life, he loved writing, he loved reporting, he loved murder, and he loved using people’s words against them.
“Oh, Dwight...” He cooed out before a wicked grin crossed his face. He dropped the leader to the floor of The Gideon Meat Plant, next to one of the decaying corpses on the floor. “This is where you belong, boy.” He breathed out from beneath his mask.
“I worked real hard for awhile now, and now? I get to have some real fun.”
He grabbed Fairfield by his hair before shoving him against a wall, placing his knife against the smaller mans stomach, “Sing for me, Fairfield. Sing for me while I twist this knife in your fuckin’ gut.”
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Everytime a new killer came into the realm, Dwight felt his sanity chip away. Each new killer was a new form of cruel and sadistic. They all were eager to serve the entity, because serving the entity meant new prey for those killers. And it seemed like Dwight was always the one to be picked on. Especially the Ghostface. He felt like the killer was obsessed with him or something. Did it really satisfy the killer that much to see Dwight squirm?
Like now, when Dwight had failed to protect his teammates in the trial, until he was the only one to remain. Dwight refused to die again, especially at the hands of Ghostface. He kicked and squirmed on the killer’s shoulder, trying to break himself free.
“Please! Don’t kill me!” He pathetically begged.
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/hello, I'm very new to Tumblr so I don't really know how this works, if I'm doing something super weirdly or wrong please do tell me.
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reblog if you’re GAY, support GAYS, or if you think it’s COOL to PUNCH NAZIS
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/like this for a starter of varying length!
Really want to be active here.
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¯\_(ツ)_/¯
ill prob delete this later…like always :D
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