Disintegration~
the color is blinding
oh hello again. See you've dropped in. This one is just plain creepy/weird/disturbing. Maybe it has something to do with me writing this at past midnight.
Enjoy~
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It started as a pet peeve.
No, you're doing it wrong, wrong, all wrong.
Then it turned into something more.
If someone did it wrong, wrong, all wrong,
I would not be happy, oh no, oh no, oh no, I would not.
"What's your favorite number Freddie-o?"
Oh, oh.
Three. It's three.
One, two, three, yes-sir-ree.
Three.
People just looked at me weird at first. But they grew to accept it.
They figured I was ill; no I was not ill, they were the ones who were ill.
Ill, ill, so ill.
I laughed at them so hard it was so funny.
Ha ha ha.
It got worse after I left the house and got my own.
My own house, all alone.
No one to judge me or laugh at me or point fingers at me.
Alone, alone, sweetly alone.
And it got worse as the days went on.
Germs were everywhere: so gross, gross, nastily gross.
Had to stay away from them.
I brought wipes everywhere.
Had to clean, clean, squeakily clean.
Otherwise I would die.
Doors were next.
Ward off the spirits, the spirits, the demonic spirits.
By opening the doors one two three
And then going in.
Closing them same way.
Shoes in right order.
If not, then it would be bad,
And I would die, die, die.
Must be correct or else
Life would vanish away.
Then it couldn't work anymore.
No no no they took my home away
It all away so far away
Because I couldn't pay them no no no
If I did then it would be bad and I die.
"What's your favorite number Freddie-o?"
Oh, oh.
Three. It's three.
One, two, three, yes-sir-ree.
Three.
One two three I die.
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This started out as an OCD one-shot, but it turned into something darker and more insane. Slightly schizophrenic, slightly insane. I myself am not sure what happened up there. Let me know what you thought~