WARNING: Cussing... again xD You know what, I think this story is screwed in the language department. Lindsey and Tatum are officially potty mouths. Deal with it o: There, now I don't have to waste my finger energy on this stupid and unnecessary warning anymore x3
You have been warned 0.0
-ChApTeR fOuR-
dO tHeY eVeN hAvE gOlD fIsH iN jApAn?
I was, for lack of a better word, scared shitless.
I barely understood how scared I was myself. The grudge- standing... standing right in my face- right smack in my face. Telling me to wake up. But... but... the grudge! And then it felt like I was asphyxiating; I inhaled deeply, choking on oxygen, gagging for air and something to assuage my throat. It felt raw, like sand paper had skinned a layer from it. I gaped up at the- the thing. My mouth was open; what sounded like bubbles popping escaped from within, my eyes bulging. Damn, was I terrified.
"Are you finished blowing my ear drums out yet, girl?" It spoke to me. It turned its head. It looked almost sardonic. My stomach dropped and I felt sickly. And after a few more silent, ticking seconds: "Giiiiirl? Hellooooo? Anybody ho-"
"Shinigami!" I shouted, bringing up my hand to point a finger at it. I was shaking incredibly, like it was below freezing in the apartment. Actually had I been more focused on that aspect, I would have found it quite stuffy in there. Tatum was fantastic at turning the heater up as far as it would go and leaving it on for more than twelve hours at a time. I never did entirely understand that girl.
"Mmm. Nice observation," it smiled, "very proud of you, girl." It was mocking me. It was mocking me? The thing with a hunched over back, grotesque arms with knuckles that brushed against the floor, body knotted and rotted looking- that was what was laughing at me? I scoffed.
"Wh-what the fu-"
"Uh-bu, bu-bu, bu!" It held a finger in my face, wrapped in dirty and wrinkled wrappings. I stopped, stuttered, and stared. "Thank you," I swear I could hear its cheeks clicking with saliva as it smiled and cocked its head. After a mild stretch of silence I couldn't contain the nagging, burning, teasing itching anymore.
"Wh-what? Y-you demand my silence a-and then you just-"
"Uh-bu, bu-bu, buuuu!" I scowled. The thing was playing games with me now.
"What's your n-name?" I still couldn't get rid of that annoying stutter. So what if I was nervous? Did that mean I had to show it? Its lips gave off an audible crack as it opened its mouth.
"MaeDae," it smiled -well, its expression was something so twisted and grotesque that only one scared out of their mind and pathetically desperate would call it a smile.
"O-okay..." I took a deep, calming breath. Knowing the identity of the thing somehow made it better. I closed my eyes, still keeping my shaky grip on the sheets at my side. "Wh-why are you-" I snapped my mouth shut and practically swallowed my tongue as I tried to recycle saliva, speaking in a strained voice- "why are you here?" I kept my eyes shut, not wanting eye contact with... it. I couldn't bring myself to allow such a horror a name.
"You have my Death Note, girl. You have looked through it, haven't you?" The snap of my teeth was audible as I shut my mouth, bewildered by the ease of which it talked down to me. This whole scenario... it just couldn't be real. There could not be a shinigami standing beside my bed, being sarcastic, asking if I had read its Death Note or not. Things like this didn't happen in real life. It had to be a dream... the dream. No. No, I had to forget. It felt like someone had a fist clenched tightly around my throat.
"Y-yeah. I re-ad all of them," I swallowed the blunt flame in my throat, bobbing my head along with the reflex, "but that doesn't mean I don't have questions."
"What fun would there be without them?" It smirked. "Go on," it prompted.
"A-alright..." I closed my eyes again, forcing myself to take control of my body and seize the opportunity to have my questions answered. And yes. Yes, I remembered. "Wh-where did you come from?" It laughed.
"You're not very particular, are you?" It nodded its head, smiling in approbation. "I come from a place called the Shinigami Realm. Likewise, you come from and live in a place called the Human Realm. You could call them the reverse of each other, I suppose." It shrugged, thinking over its own words. Fuck, this was so weird. How could a... a- shinigami realm exist? Where could such a thing exist?
"D-d... d-... how?" It looked at me with such a blank expression I could have used it as paper and not known it was a... (grotesque) face.
"'H- how what?'" It looked at me, waiting for me to go on; maybe about how electricity works or emails are sent. Like the existence of a realm separate from the one Earth apparently resided in was common sense. Like it was as known as the Earth was round. Yeah. Yeah, that was the weirdest day of my life. It felt like I was just discovering that the Earth was round. I shook my head.
"How can such a thing exist?" It continued looking at me, its mouth slightly agape.
"Um... okay, this has to be some kind of mistake. Are you sure you're Lindsey Stevens, girl?" I nodded numbly. "Sure? Absolutely? Totally? Really, now?"
It was my turn to be skeptical.
"What are you talking about? Yeah, I'm Lindsey Stevens." I nodded my head stupidly. "Why wouldn't I be?
"REALLY, now? I swear, there's gotta' be a mistake!" It kind of laughed, I think.
"Why?" I stressed, growing irritated.
"Because the Lindsey Stevens I heard of was extremely intelligent and enrolled in To-Oh with top grades, ready to move on to the FBI! You're not acting like that person," if it would have stuck its tongue out at me, I would not have been surprised. Wait... how did it know all of that about me? I kept my silence, however, and continued playing the upset ignorant.
"Excuse me for being shocked at the prospect of another realm existing alongside mine!" I actually snapped at the thing. Careful now, Lindsey. It might hurt you if you make it angr- What the hell was I thinking. 'Hurt me?' Really? I slapped myself.
"It's not a prospect, girl! It's fact! Where else could something like me come from? Or that notebook you got?" I opened my mouth to reply, but no sound came out. It mocked me, awaiting a retort. I had none, so I just looked around the room, at a loss of what to do. And then, my eyes grazed over the bed. Where Tatum should have been. Bloody emphasis on should have.
"Wh-where's Tatum? What did you do to her?" I looked up at MaeDae, my eyes fretfully staring into her own red ones. I moved backwards a few centimeters, only to have my back met with the headboard. Oh. Fucking. Joy. I inwardly shuddered. The thing ate Tatum! It ate Tatum and it was going to eat me next! Oh dear God!
"She woke up a few minutes before you, mumbling about needing stuff for her head. I think... I don't know. She kept saying, 'fucking hung over,' and, 'damn Lindsey for dragging me out-'"
"She said what, now?" I shrilled. How dare she put the blame on- oh, I should have been glad she hadn't been eaten... I blushed. "Um... okay, thanks." I looked around the room again, still too afraid to make much more eye contact with... with... okay, saying 'it' was becoming redundant.
"Are you male or female?" I asked without thinking, looking at her arms. Anywhere but her face.
"Female," she said simply. And that made me feel even more comfortable. It wasn't some creeper, pedo-bear guy shinigami. Yeah, it was just a bitchy female one. It was almost funny.
Almost.
"So, anymore elementary questions?" It -... she- cocked an eyebrow.
"Yeah, uh... what is Mu? The Death Note said that all humans go to Mu when they die. What is it?"
"Oh, you'll find out once I write-" her eyes opened wide as if she realized she had said too much.
…
Oh...
Oh, no...
"Wh-what? My name? Y-you're going to write my name in the Death Note?" My eyes widened as I looked at the wall that the computer was beyond, knowing the Death Note was there- knowing that the thing that was apparently going to kill me was there and the person (did MaeDae count as a person?) who was going to commit that murder in the same apartment. It was like the part of a scary movie where the serial killer was right behind the next victim and they didn't even know.
"Well, the cat's out of the bag now, isn't it? Shit... well, yeah. That's the deal the first human who ever owned a Death Note made with their shinigami. I kinda' have to, you know?" I choked down my anxiety. And then another question popped into my head that I didn't want the answer to. A little sob lodged itself into my throat as I opened my mouth to ask MaeDae. How I mustered the courage to speak these next words was beyond me.
"Wh...when?" I whispered near the point in inaudibility. MaeDae smirked and leaned in close to my face. I smelled that same filthy stench I had in my dream. It was so hard not to cry. My emotions were near over-powering: the dream, the Death Note, the shinigami who owned it, and the date of my death. And I thought yesterday sucked. I would have gladly wound back time and stayed in November 28, 2003 for the rest of eternity.
Just as I had whispered, she said even lower: "...wait for the pain in your chest." The corners of her lips nearly met the lobes of her ears. She was smiling like a Cheshire cat. That smile that tried to hide a wicked intent, and failed miserably.
I let out a breath so deep I nearly turned two-dimensional as it was all released. I was so happy, so relieved not to have to know the date of my death. She looked above my head. And then, something clicked inside my brain. I didn't know what it was, but I knew why she was looking above my head. At least, I thought I knew. It was entirely plausible. So, I jumped up and bolted for my door. Completely running through her. I stopped and turned around, stuttering. She shrugged.
"Wow..." I shook my head and proceeded for my messenger bag, Death Note inside. I knelt in front of my computer desk, resting my forehead against the edge, and began to flip through the rules of the notebook.
"What are you doing?" I jumped and turned, seeing MaeDae standing in front of the couch behind me. I took in a deep breath, shaking away the fear.
"I'm looking... Aha!" I exclaimed and read quickly over the rule a couple times, soaking in the information, deducing, connecting, and finally smiling and turning around. "You know when I'm going to die." I said simply. She cocked an eye brow.
"Um?"
"You know when I'm going to die," I repeated. "You can see my lifespan, and name, above my head. This rule right here says, 'the human who becomes the owner of the Death Note can, in exchange of half his or her remaining life, get the eyeballs of the god of death which will enable him or her to see a human's name and remaining lifetime when looking through them.' How else could I gain the ability to see these things without it being possible before? I can't just gain something without it ever existing. Correct me if I'm wrong-" silence- "good. Then that means you can see my name and lifespan -located above my head, which is why you looked above my head a bit ago. That means you know when I'm going to die." She stared at me for a few seconds, eyes wide.
Taking in her appearance during this time, I was able to see she was practically naked. She wore dirty wrappings from below her breasts and down to the tips of her toes (her legs were bound together because of this), her arms also being wrapped to their fingertips, though her arms were not tied together. Her long and coarse looking black hair covered her breasts and went down to mid-thigh.
"Hm..." MaeDae seemed to be thinking for a moment. "I was wrong about you, girl." She nodded her head and looked around the apartment. I smiled to myself and hid the Death Note in my bag again. My stomach growled right then. I looked down at it in a pout. From the corner of my eye I saw MaeDae cock an eye brow.
"I am hungry..." I mumbled quietly, standing up. I turned around and saw MaeDae stiffen. I looked at her suspiciously, but didn't say anything. I slowly walked toward the kitchen, keeping an eye on her the entire time. And when I rounded both corners to the kitchen, I gaped. Gold Fish crumbs. Gold Fish crumbs coated the floor of the kitchen entirely, the sack ripped open and lying abandoned on the counter, crumbs coating that as well. "MaeDae? What... what the hell?" What the fuck was MaeDae thinking? I gritted my teeth, looking at the mess. Well, my kitchen was already a wreck, but that didn't mean anything! MaeDae, a random stranger -a fucking shinigami- had tore open my bag of Gold Fish and ate it, leaving millions of crumbs all over everywhere. A random stranger. And a god of death, no less. The hell was my life coming to?
"I... I was hoping you might not notice..." she spoke meekly. I spun around to make startling eye contact. My heart stuttered.
"How could I not notice such a mess?"
"It was already so dirty!" Wow, MaeDae was an idiot.
"Whatever! Why did you rip it open, anyways?" I turned back around and stepped carelessly into the kitchen. It was already so messy, what could creating a few more crumbs do? Oh, but such a bad mistake made I. "OW!" I had stepped on a very sharp crumb. I leaned against the counter, holding my foot within my hand, chanting all sorts of curses to will away the pain. MaeDae snickered at me.
"Stupid girl," she chuckled.
"Like you have room to talk! You can't even open a bloody sack of Gold Fish!" She held up her hands in irritation.
"You try opening that thing with no available fingers!"
"You take them off you insufferable git!" I sat my foot down on the ground, glaring at nothing as I walked precariously for the pantry and the broom and dustpan within.
"And then what? Go around naked? Do you really wanna' know what I look like underneath-"
"Okay! Conversation over! I flee!" I waved my hands and the broom around, then set the bristles on the floor, sweeping up the kitchen. She laughed mockingly.
"That's what I thought..."
"Oh, sod off!" I ground under my breath, pushing everything to the middle of the tile in one big pile. I was thankful for the silence that followed suit.
I sang a quiet song in my head (Teacher, teacher, teacher; show me your chest! Ring the school bell, it's time for recess! Teacher, teacher, teacher; I've been a dirty whore! I want your nails on my back like nails on a chalkboard...) and actually smiled on the outside. Partially because that song always made me laugh, but mostly because... yeah, okay. The song was the reason for the smile on my face.
When I finished cleaning up the mess in the kitchen (mind you, just the Gold Fish carcasses and nothing more), I went back into the living room to boot up my lap top.
"You sure do lead an interesting life, girl," MaeDae said as she watched me drum my fingers on the desk to the beat of the song I had been singing.
"It's a Saturday and I was partying last night, MaeDae. What do you expect me to do in the aftermath of such an event?"
"You don't have a hangover like the other girl?"
"No, I don't really get them. I mean, I feel like I want to vomit, but I can deal with that," I responded indifferently. I entered my password and waited a few more seconds.
"What were you dreaming about?" This question came about so fast I didn't even understand what she had said.
"What?" I sounded nervous. Bad. Bad Lindsey.
"What did you dream last night? You were whimpering in your sleep and then you started screaming. What were you dreaming about?" I looked down at the keyboard, thinking over the dream. I didn't really want to discuss it. I mean, I couldn't even explain it myself. I had no clue where it came from or what it meant. It was then that I realized my breathing had picked up. I closed my eyes and quickly calmed myself down, getting onto the Internet.
"Gi-"
"I don't want to talk about it." I cut her off, hoping the conversation would end there.
"Why not?"
"Because I just don't, alright? It doesn't matter. I won't have it again, I promise you that. I never dream if I take my pills, but I forgot last night, so..." I trailed off, remembering the flashes of blood and screaming. I caressed the bridge of my nose and sighed. "So, I had a bad dream..." I finished lamely. I shook my head and looked back up at the slowly loading screen. Stupid Internet connection. It was never reliable.
"You take pills?"
What, was the questionnaire for me to fill out, now?
"Hey, you're the thing from another world. You shouldn't be able to ask questions until all of mine have been answered," I snapped, drumming my fingers to my anger now.
"You stopped asking them."
"Whatever. Just stop asking all of these personal questions. Yeah, I take pills to get to sleep because I have a recurrent nightmare with no explanation behind it. Excuse me for being incorrigibly fucked up."
The Internet finally loaded.
"So, what's... this thing you're on?" She showed sympathy. She actually cared about upsetting me. Stupid bitch... make me feel bad for being mean to her. I sighed and looked over at her lazily.
"It's called the Internet. I don't know the specifics about because I don't really care, but it's so you can do all sorts of things like watch movies, play games, talk to people- you get the idea. You really don't know about the Internet?" I was actually intrigued by this prospect and so turned away from the object of her affections.
"No, I don't. I haven't been in the human realm for several hundred years and they definitely didn't have this back then." I gaped.
"Really? That's actually really cool. I like the past and.. history stuff." I smiled kindly, receiving a curious stare from MaeDae. She shook her head and continued staring in awe at the computer.
"And this... light box? What is it? How does it work?" She leaned forward, her face uncomfortably close to mine. I crinkled my nose at the close proximity and her smell.
"It's called a computer. It works with electricity. Millions of people have them all over the world. They're very popular, very every-day, and very coveted. I could honestly care less about it, though. I do need it, however, for things like Facebook. It's a social networking site that everyone has." My face flat-lined. "I find it annoying." She opened her mouth in awe.
"Really? What can you do on Facebook?" It was obvious this word was foreign to her with the way she shaped her lips around the word as it left her mouth. I sighed and turned to my computer, typing in the URL of said website. "What are you doing?" She asked eagerly.
"I'm showing you Facebook. I actually need to check it anyways. I haven't been on in a couple of weeks..." I brought my hand to the mouse and then the keyboard again, typing in my email address and password, MaeDae gawking the entire time. I decided to be happy she wasn't mocking me, so I started singing in my head again, subconsciously maneuvering the arrow. When the page completely loaded, I gasped. "Wooooooaaaah now, Nelly! Really? Forty-six notifications and twelve messages?" I clicked on the notifications, and then seeing what they were, my heart fell. People posting on my wall, people liking other posts, and people wishing me a happy birthday. Oh yeah. Yesterday was my... birthday.
"Is that a lot?"
She had the curiosity of a small child being shown a shiny thing. It was almost cute.
Again, almost.
"Not for something like this..." I clicked on the message box and decided to flip through them. At the very bottom was one from one Norma Bricker. Tatum's mom. I smiled, seeing the first few words, and then opened it.
Dear Lindsey and Tatum (since the latter so disagrees with getting a Facebook of her own),
We wish you a happy birthday, Lindsey. I send this instead of calling, knowing Tatum will drag you away from the house the entire evening (love you Tater Tot). Your father and I have sent a check in the mail. We also decided you girls need more entertainment than a computer (with unreliable Internet, might I add, that you refuse to let us upgrade for you), so we bought you a TV and an accommodating entertainment center. Speakers, surround sound, and some (legal!) movies have been included. Please don't be upset with us. We're merely showing our love : - )
Love you both,
Mum&Dad
I couldn't decide whether to smile or scream. Those fools... they always went overboard on my birthday, taking advantage of the opportunity to buy me things I wouldn't accept on a normal day. I decided on a warm smile, typing my own reply of thanks and mock anger. I told them of how grateful I was and that Tatum sent her love as well.
"Who is 'mum and dad?'" MaeDae asked. My eyes snapped up. Why didn't she first assume that they were my, or Tatum's and mine, as well? Why didn't she make that logical assumption? I looked at her, careful not to show my suspicions.
"They're Tatum's parents. They're very nice people who live in England- they're also always conning me into calling them 'mum and dad.'" I gauged her reaction, which was just the simple nod of her head. I nodded my own in response, turning back to the computer, but then stopping when I heard a knock at the door. MaeDae looked back.
"I think that's your friend..."
"Lindsey~! Are you awake, love?"
"Yeah! I'm coming!" I stood and walked for the door. I didn't worry about Tatum seeing MaeDae. I knew only I could, unless she, or anyone else for that matter, were to touch the Death Note.
"Aye!" I heard her chirp back.
I opened the door smoothly, seeing Tatum with a box the size of my palm in one hand (this was the desired headache medication) and an envelope in the other. She smiled brightly at me, walking in as I held the door open for her.
"Get the check?"
"Yup~ And the landlord says there's a-"
"Package for us at the local post office. Yes, I know. Mrs. Bri-" Tatum glared at me, setting the little white box and envelope on the counter in the kitchen- "mum and dad sent me a message on Facebook telling me all 'bout it." I stuck my tongue out at her.
"How do they expect us to get it here anyway? We don't have a car and we're both -I mean me!- are weak!" She shook her head and went to the bedroom. I picked up the envelope, tearing it open with ease. Fearing what was inside, I closed my eyes and pulled it out. From behind me, I heard MaeDae speak up.
"Is that a lot? There certainly are several numbers..." I swallowed the saliva that had accumulated in my mouth and opened my eyes.
"GAH! Tatum! Jeez!"
"Blimey, what's wrong, Lindsey?" Tatum was beside me in a second, decked out in loose pajama bottoms and a simple sports bra. She held my arm as she looked over my shoulder. "Bloody hell! The woman over did it!"
"That's definitely something coming from you," I gasped.
725,332.50 yen.
"She's absolutely mad!" Tatum cried. "I don't know how much that is, but that looks like a lot!" We stood idle for a few seconds before I looked up at the computer, then over at Tatum who seemed to understand what I was getting at. We bolted across the small apartment quickly, me sitting down in front of it, and Tatum standing behind me. I quickly googled 'currency converter.'
"If she sent as much as I think she sent..."
"How much do you think she sent?" Tatum almost seemed to panic.
"I don't... a couple of grand, maybe?" I tried weakly. This didn't help the situation. Tatum let out a squeak and then willed the computer to hurry up. It did, and when I set the conversion chart straight, I fearfully held the arrow over the 'convert' button. Sweat beaded at my brow.
"Do it..." Tatum whispered in my ear. I swallowed the lump in my throat, then hit the button.
~*X*~
Here's the thing: Tatum and I were very independent women. We liked to do things our way, work for our way, and pay for our way. We liked taking care of ourselves. This is why we never liked receiving things on our birthdays, or any day at all for that matter. It made us feel like moochers who didn't take care of themselves. It made us feel like we were using Tatum's parents to get things, especially because of all of the expensive things they would buy us and how much money they would give us. And we both loved her parents too much to feel that way.
And it wasn't like we didn't enjoy getting presents. Nobody in their right mind didn't! And I didn't mean to sound ungrateful. Still…I wanted to make my own way in the world, not have everything just handed to me.
I mean... I couldn't take advantage of them like that. They took me in when I had nowhere else to go. They cared for me when no one else would. How could I let them splurge on me? I'm the one that should have been buying them things. And always, always, I had told them I would. As soon as I got into the FBI, I would ensure that they had a place to be once they retired. It wasn't even the least I owed them. It was... entirely under compensating. A life for a place to be when they could provide such a thing for themselves? It wasn't fair.
Understandably, I was terrified of the answer to our question: how much deeper did they dig the hole this time?
The number we saw, did not do a bloody good thing for our fragile minds at all.
~*X*~
"What the bloody fucking hell!" Tatum screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Holy shit!" I couldn't control myself either.
Six... six... she gave us six thousand pounds.*
Try fitting that into your wallet, no matter what country you're from.
"I... I need fresh air, Tatum. I need some fresh bloody air," I said breathlessly.
"You two are idiots!" MaeDae cried from her corner, laughing at us. I threw daggers at her with my eyes as I stood from my computer.
"Tatum, I'm going to go to the gym. I need to anyways. It's Saturday." I felt numb. I felt totally numb.
"Okay." Tatum nodded her head, eyes frozen wide as she stared, gaping at the computer. "I'm gonna' watch porn."
"Alright." I went into the bedroom, changed my clothes, and grabbed my gym bag. "Meet me at the post office in an hour."
"Okay."
"Alright."
"See ya'."
"Okay."
"Alright."
I left, walking like a newly awakened zombie. MaeDae was laughing at me the entire time as she followed me down the hallway and into the elevator.
"I was right to give you the notebook!" She held her torso as she continued laughing. I just stood there, staring at nothing. I couldn't think about anything but how I was supposed to pay the Brickers off. Damn, they didn't play fair. But somehow... I seemed to love them even more. They would give anything to make Tatum and I happy.
I smiled.
MaeDae straightened herself, as if she caught herself from falling... or screwing up again.
I did not notice.
"Oh, glorious Sweat Machines... here I come..." I exited the apartment building and hailed a taxi, stepping inside.
"Hey, it's you!" The cabbie shouted, glaring at me from the rear view mirror. Me? "Think you're gonna' remember to pay me the whole fare this time?" He spat at my reflection. Wow.
If only he knew.
dO tHeY eVeN hAvE gOlD fIsH iN jApAn?
-EnD cHaPtEr FoUr-
*6,000 British pounds is roughly 10,000 American dollars (If you want to be anal [and who doesn't? xD], it's less:P)
A/N: Yay! A cameo from Santa:D I don't think she remembers him, though... Oh well:) Guess what Ava did in this chapter? Guess:) She referenced Mello x3 Ahhhhh, I so caught that:)
Also, Lindsey and MaeDae are referring to the dream Lindsey had in the last chapter.
Those who have read the original first three chapters of Apples, but haven't, at the very least, skimmed over the reuploaded ones won't know about her nightmare.
I went ahead and added that in for reasons:)
I also changed the setting of when, where, and how Lindsey stumbles upon the Death Note in the first chapter.
Check that out if you'd like (not necessary, though).
A new minor character was introduced xD He doesn't really matter, though:P (psst! Matto! Don't say anything about him in the reviews so as to not spoil anything 0.0)
You know, I found it so damn cool how MaeDae said, "wait for the pain in your chest." Did anyone else find that cool? I found it fucking amaysing and totally badass:3 But... wait... is that conceded since I'm the one who wrote it? o-0 I'll shut up, now...
Beta Note: Okay, I had a lot of fun doing this! You folks best leave a review, or I will hunt you down and gut you!…okay, not really. But please take the time to review.
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Yes. Yes, that was Innocent High Lindsey was singing. I know, I know... I'm incorrigible TT^TT BOTDF is just. so. goooooood x] ANYWAY. Innocent High is written and performed by Blood on the Dance Floor, elsethings I do not own. Oh, but fuck, I wanna' own those boys... =u= I don't give a fuck if they're gay! I will either turn them straight or grow a dick! You know, I actually had a dream I grew one o-0 Guess how old I was? Four! Yeah! And I was looking through Batman's eyes who ran up to me and watched xD Damn, I'm so screwed up :'3
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