GUYS, WELCOMING ANTONIO MANCINI AS A PART OF THE OLDER BROTHER GANG!
Visual inspos:
Working on a few drawings and drafts on him but as of 2006, he is 24 years old but way more childish than Marcus Vincent. Clearly so. He’s the oldest in the Mancini family with Lefty after him and 2 other little sisters.
As you can tell he loves not taking things seriously, being in the sky with unicorns and he loves to act like a kid at times.
Funny backstory!
The family migrated to America in 1997 from Italy. For the first time Antonio could get away with things that he normally wouldn’t even be able to do back in his home country, and theft was one of his favourite things alongside being silly in school and even smoking. At age 17 he was stealing bikes of all sorts and even kids bikes. He’d ride them out on the streets whilst singing Italian opera at the top of his lungs. Until one day Mrs Mancini couldn’t take it anymore. She could hit him with a ladle or drag him inside via his ear and yet he wouldn’t learn. So she actually called the police on her own boy, explained to them what he was doing and had him arrested for a week.
Antonio was determined to never forgive his own mother. But in prison, even the prisoners themselves, older men in their 30s and 40s thought that Antonio was straight up idiotic and stupid. They lectured him enough to the point they made sure they’d never have to see his face in the cells again. And with this, Mrs Mancini saved her son from the rotting that happens on the streets. As of 2006 he works in the Bullworth auto mechanics owned by Marcus himself whilst honouring their deceased friend, Sonny Erics.
The back story ends there but yeah you can kinda see why Lefty acts the way he does and thanks for reading, if you’ve made it this far, type the 🍓 emoji!
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By the way this is intended to be wholesome, OKAY?! Just brothers swearing at eachother and wanting to rip eachothers hair out!
Living with Marcus was one thing. He is 24. He had to play the parents role for so long that Johnny often questioned if Marcus had ever been young or Spike often called him an "old canker blossom." Marcus often did things by hand and he wrote the letters, mailed the cheques, held a chequebook. The internet had progressed a lot since Marcus' days at Bullworth where it took 1000 years to load one webpage and wait for the internet to dial up.
He finally got a laptop for the Automechanics he ran. But only for ordering parts. When he came in and saw Johnny in the store messing around on it and trolling Peanut on myspace with what they called emojis, Marcus' panic levels went through the roof and he bolted towards Johnny.
"what are you doing on the titarnet Johnny?! Are you trying to invite the viruses to our front door and poison our pipes?"
Johnny looked up with astonishment before laughing. "Wow you've never been young. That shows. It really does."
Marcus just stared at him before moving Johnny out the way by grabbing the back of the spinny chair and pushing him to the left.
"right I'm going to use the phone, don't you dare click a button or else it'll override the antennas on the roof."
To Johnny, his own older brother was like a caveman in terms of technology. Then a 10 year old Spike wondered into the garage holding his Spiderman figure and his outsiders book before plopping onto a pile of tires and sitting on them. Marcus just rolled his eyes and said:
"of course he's here... Look. Both of you shut your traps this is a very important call to my tire courier."
Spike just laughed and then said "alright! Will do? Stay gold you bastard!"
Then it shocked both brothers and Marcus was short of the final few numbers he was pressing on the phone.
Johnny's eyes where even wider than when he saw Lola cheat on him.
"Jesus kid! Where'd you learn that?!"
Spike just looked up at Johnny with a grin.
"what? Chef Ramsey always says it on kitchen nightmares when he's angry. Doesn't it mean the person is a bad cook?"
And both Marcus and Johnny shouted: "NO!!" In unison. Then Marcus stepped in. "Alright Spike we don't use that language here unless your cursing at bolts, screws or parts. And no it doesn't mean bad cook. It means... Well you'll learn when your older..."
Spike pouted "Okay fine... Can I still call people Banbury cheese?"
Marcus sighed and nodded. "Yes... You can."
Spike then just shrugged and happily opened his book. That's when Johnny started laughing out loud. "hahaha! Look at you! Like an old man!-"
Marcus then picked up a clipboard and swatted Johnny's arm. "Oh your next if you don't stop you little shi-"
Johnny then bolted out the door with Marcus coming after him and onto the streets of New Coventry. They left a Spike in the garage, who just starte to hum quietly to himself, swinging his legs back and forth.
Peanut then wandered into the garage and saw Spike sat on tires. "Hey little kid. Since your brothers are gone. I'm the adult here and I'm in control of everything. Alright?"
Spike just looks up at Peanut. Not taking his authority because Peanut is a 17 year old with a bedtime and has a mother who'll smack him with a wooden ladel just for saying "shut up" in the house. He then grins. Spike uses another shakespearean insult alongside a curse word.
"fuck you, you fustrillian!"
Peanut was taken aback and wondered how much cursing the Vincent family used to even plague the "baby" of the family.
"dude they all swear like sailors! I'm out!"
And Peanut bolted out just as Johnny and Marcus came running back in.
They where both out of breath and Johnny's hair had been ruined with smacks from the clipboard. Johnny saw Peanut running away and was confused. "Kiddo. What did you do to him?"
Spike then grinned at Johnny before saying: "nothing big bro! He just saw a spider and ran away."
Yeah that's definitely not what happened but Johnny just shrugged before getting a cola out the fridge.
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So yeah that ends here, hope y'all enjoy!! And type out the 🪱 emoji if you made it this far
One of the first rules in the greasers! Or in general. (It reads don't murder your friends if anyone can't read it)
By the way I've been working on Marcus Vincent's character for a while! I'll make a separate post about him soon but I got his inspo from beta Johnny because he looks way older than he is (the one on the left.)
As of 2006, he's 24 when Jimmy comes out Bullworth and whatnot
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UK time. 5 minutes ago, my character Kade Beaton would've died at 6:35pm
If you wanna know more about this character and my book, the predators mask, please just ask! I love talking about it since my friends have told me Kade is a very well written character <3
I'm writing this psychological horror like story also based on true cases and the dates line up perfectly (normal photo on the left and desired on the right, this isn't me by the way but it fit my theme ✌🏻😝🖤)
if anyone wants to hear more about the story pop your comments into the comment section and I'll try to answer them best as I can, thanks for the support everyone 🎸
It's better to be safe than Sonny! (Part 2, highyway to hell or the stairway to heaven? If you haven't read part one, go to my blog and check it out!)
Sonny was on the highway to Boston, however it was raining and dark. He was going 73mph with the radio on. (sorry don't know how it works in the USA! In the UK we only go up 70mph.) Anywho all is going well right now. He's in the second lane, and the windshield wipers where on given it was raining. He went up to 80mph and sighed, tapping against the wheel.
Meanwhile Marcus had come back to their trailer he and Johnny lived in with their father. Of course Johnny's infront of the TV, stuffing his face with pop tarts whilst watching James Dean movies. Typical. With their dead snoring on the other sofa. Marcus went to the third bedroom, basically his room and for a greaser, surprisingly he had a bedframe with his mattress rather than just having the mattress. On his walls he had old newspapers with Marylin Monroe on it, an Elvis Presley poster, a pin up girl calender with grease monkey written at the bottom and a few pcutures of him and Sonny.
Marcus tried to sleep. But his gut told him otherwise and he just sort of sat in the dark, having to listen to James Dean shouting and fake cowboy gun sounds.
On the highway, Sonny was up to 82mph. All was going well, he went to switch to the third lane.
A Mercedes was in front of the Caddy, it to went to switch the third lane, but it cut the Caddy of. The Mercedes sped up, but Sonny slammed on the brakes, crashed into a green Volvo headfirst before going into the brick guardrails, which basically threw him through the windshield and headfirst onto to the road. Sonny wasn't wearing a seatbelt as it was a classic car, and New Hampshire was the only state to not require adults to wear seatbelts in a vehicle.
At that moment, Marcus really couldn't sleep and took a deep gulp, before getting up to get something to drink to ease himself. In a way, his gut was correct. Sonny had just died, and the news wouldn't be out until a few hours later.
Eventually Marcus came back into his room with a Fanta and popped in a Led Zeppelin CD to clear his thoughts and block out background sounds. So far, he wasn't aware of anything and picked up a magazine with Chuck Berry on the front. And read it to distract himself whilst drinking his Fanta. And in a way, it was working... For now...
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(Like I said... if you want more context or want to read the first part, it's as simple as clicking on my account and going to my blog! A little spoiler! The next part will be Titled "the grief!")
It's better to be safe than Sonny... (Part 1, the Caddy. Part 2 also out now)
(pre 2005 bully and it takes place in 2001 when Marcus Vincent, Johnny's older brother was 19)
(pic of Marcus, yes I'm aware it's beta Johnny but I made him into a different character and as an older brother)
The night Sonny died, the seventh of November 2001. Marcus lent his Caddy to Sonny, his bestfriend and his brother (not by blood but you get what I mean.) The preps where getting heated with the greasers, even a year after graduation. Marcus put down the cloth he used to wipe oil off his hands from and leaned against the work top. Sonny came in. His black hair was in a mullet, his jacket has studs on it, jeans where flared and his converse where purple with doodles all over them. "Hey Marcus. Aldrich is an ass." Marcus rolled his eyes. "That prep is a cunt, you know that right?"
Sonny shrugged and sat down on one of the stools.
"by the way I'm meeting a friend in a different city. But the paint on my car hasn't dried yet and it's raining."
Marcus put his spanner down and tossed the keys to his black 1959 Cadillac Coupe. "Don't worry I've gottcha." He said with a smile. Sonny caught the keys. "thanks Marc! I owe ya one!" He left the garage and left in Marcus' Caddy. Marcus didn't think much of it and kept working on a classic 1973 red Volkswagen beetle that a customer bought in by its owner after it kept on stalling every 10 minutes.
(the song that came up when Marcus turned on the radio ironically)
Sonny drove through the city before reaching the slip road to the highway going to Boston. It was raining and dark.
Marcus finished with the Volkswagen Beetle. But thinking about the prep Aldrick made him slam the hood harder than expected. He stretched, put his tools away and finished up. He got into the other car the greasers usually shared, an orange 70s dodge charger and popped in a misfits cassette tape.
Now your life drains on the floor, Don't try to be a baby, Die, die, die my darlingDon't utter a single word, Die, die, die my darling Shut your pretty mouth, I'll be seeing you againI'll be seeing you in Hell, Don't try to be a baby, Die, die, die my darling, Don't try to be a baby, Die, die, die my darling, Die, die, die my darling, Die, die, die my darlingDie, die, die, die, die, die 🎶🪦🥀
Pov the average Marcus and Sonny hang out:
(if you've made it this far, type the 🥢 emoji! And thanks for reading!)
WARNING: MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE, VIOLENCE ITSELF, BAD LANGUAGE!
By the way if you haven't seen my first post on the first psycho story, I recommend that you go check it out to understand the plot! :)
September 22 1988
Lou starts off by calling Allisa at 7:45 am in the morning.
"hey Allisa... I know it's still early. But I don't really trust Steven..." He admitted.
Allisa was confused as she spoke on the other end.
"oh why? I don't think he's done anything weird."
Lou tried to justify himself with very little information.
"he gives me the creepies. I don't know why..."
They talked back and forth for like 15 minutes before Lou got hung up on because of his 'nonsense.' and he sighed before slumping in his office chair and then putting his head in his hands. He put a cassette into his cassette player to calm himself down.
He then heard a knock on the door to his office.
"come on in."
Allisa came in, not looking to happy.
"what was that little rant about? What is wrong with you? You can't just accuse people of things they haven't done!"
Lou sighed.
"stop twisting my words!-"
She then left, slamming the door, he didn't even get to finish his words.
Later on in the day, Lou held his breifcase, holding his phone to his ear, on a call with someone.
As he walked throughout the streets of perfectionville. He saw the same Audi Quattro, he didn't think much of it. Until he accidentally walked into an alleyway. The sound of an axe being swung and a guy screaming filled the place. The smell of blood... Everything...
"DIE BITCH!"
a voice shouted as the axe slashed. Lou quickly ran away before he saw anymore.
"oh my god oh my god oh my god-"
He was in panick and almost collapsed on the street. He couldn't believe what he just witnessed. He was all over the place he couldn't breathe.
Everything was a haze and blur. He woke up the next day in a bar. September 23. He asked the bartender what time it was.
"it's 6am sharp buddy. Don't you got work to be at?"
Lou, not knowing what to say, just left as he put 100 bucks on the table.
"keep the change..."
He walked out the bar, looking all wasyed. Sunlight hurt his eyes. Who is this killer? Will he be found? Only time will tell...
(this song gives of the creepy vibes that this story has to be fair. By the way, if you've made it here, comment the 🎃 emoji because we're close to spooky month ʘ‿ʘ)
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hi! I'm answering your question you asked on my recent post in this community :)
I'm planning on creating a story for the spy girls and what they are doing as of now 2025. I will also be continuing my 80s pyshcopath story and writing about Perfectionville and it's dolls in the past. I might include Ox for 2002 Lou, but I'm more driven away from Moxy and the others since she's not as relevant in my plot line and I don't really have an interest in them. I'll also be including Mandy and other brands of dolls such as the Bratz and the Lol Omg dolls to give the city variety, if there's anymore questions I'll answer them! 😁
anyone else want to see more things about past perfectionville?
I'm interested in the 80s and the 80s dolls.
When I write about them. The following comes to mind: psychopaths, economy, money, suits and 80s synth beats.
To be fair I'm not into "uglydolls" as in moxy, and ox and whanot. Sorry guys. But I made up something about Lou, as in the one from the 2019 movie. He's a 2002 doll and was meant to be a reproduction of his original doll, 1983 Lou, also known as Louis. But after that kinda went wrong and them not looking similar after due to doll molds being changed, he ended up as a prototype and was stuck in the 80s Lou's shadow.
Pre 2000s doll molds: small waist, tall, slender, made in early factors
80s perfectionville has this perfect but unsettling vibe. If y'all read or seen my story on here, it'll make sense. But if you haven't, I recommend checking it out!
And feel free to put your ideas here and I'll take them into account :)
I also have darker theories and stories to develop Perfectionville and make it like a real life city with history
Side note: I also kind of imagine Perfectionville as New York, big, bustling, busy and economic
DISCLAMERS: BULLYING, HOMOPHOBIC BEHAVIOUR, HINTS OF VIOLENCE
(I do not condone homophobia, but sometimes writing about it helps me with my own experiencs and what I've seen unfortunately in this day and age)
Main Characters:
Jude: A teddy boy who loves John Lennon's 50s looks, he is not a greaser, but he still gets along with them due to similarities.
Derby Harrington: Rich kid, preppy leader. Gets ahead of himself and has foolish behaviour.
Freddie Harriet: a mod, loves the 60s and the Beatles, people have told him he looks like Paul McCartney circa 1964-65, wears a big vintage English fur coat in the colour black, unfortunately he has a crush on Jude
Within Bullworth, there are many different types of people. Jocks, Nerds, people obsessed with music, mechanics, greasers, a whole branch of alterntive people, cheerleaders, you name it they are probably there. It's a diverse setting overall.
Freddie is walking to class with his air pods in. He isn't much of a technology user but he listens to music on his phone since he can't wheel around a record player everywhere. His first lesson is music and he heads up the stairs and heads to Miss Peter's room. He sits next to his friend Jude and sets his back on the floor next to him and takes his air pods out.
"welcome back everyone. Its lovely to see everyone. Hope everyone's had a nice summer vacation." Miss Peter's stood in front of the room, greeting the class. Vance Medici is in the back of the room trying to tune his guitar since Hal had decided to mess it up and laugh.
"I want everyone to choose a music artist of their choice. Wether it be solo, or a band, or a duo or whatnot. I want everyone to work on a project and do research on them. This will be a big chunk of everyone's grade for this term in this class. At least 45 percent. Without this, your chances of passing are very low." Miss Peter's picked up lined paper and started handing it out.
"look, I know you love your guitar Me Medici but we do not need it to come with you everywhere. This term isn't on playing instruments yet." She took the guitar out of Vance's hands and put it next to her desk for him to grab after the lesson ended.
Freddie already knew who he was going to do it on. The Beatles!
"I'm doing mine on the Beatles!!" Freddie admitted I'm an excited tone.
Jude rolled his eyes. "Of course you are. I'm doing mine on The Quarrymen."
Freddie's eyes widened. "The Quarrymen?? That was The Beatles before they got popular! Paul McCartney, John Lennon, Pete Be-"
"yeah yeah we get it Freddie..." Jude sighed.
Derby Harrington started snickering from behind. "How gay... Bif, that guy looks like a homosexual."
Bif didn't say anything nor get involved and started jotting things down about ABBA, the Swedish pop group.
"oi Freddie! Do you wish you got back shots from John Lennon?" Derby blurted out in a rude way before laughing. Freddie got annoyed and tried to ignore him. Jude got involved pretty quickly.
"cut it out dude. Continue your project on... motzart or whatever." Jude snarled.
"Calm down, are you his boyfriend Jude?" Derby joked, but it didn't end up being funny and the room went quiet.
After the horrendous music lesson. Freddie walked out and sighed. If Jude wasn't there, he would've broken Derby's nose right there and then. He walked past some jocks. Bo Jackson made a comment.
"hey guys! Look here! It's- its... one of those!! Their month was in like... May wasn't it?"
They started laughing and Freddie walked away faster. He didn't want to go to his Biology lesson since the people he sat with where all homphobes. Especially Earnest. Who kept telling him "woman is with man. Not man and man." He sat under the stairwell which wasn't used much and was on the other side of the school. He drowned everything out with his nusic. He looked up to the Beatles so much. He decided to put on "Back in the USSR" since it was one of his favourites and sung by McCartney as he doodled on some paper.
He finally came into biology half an hour later after being found by Miss Danvers under the stairs. And of course Derby Harrington was there to. Thanfully no Earnest, but now it was Derby, and he had to speak.
"oh. The Paul McCartney look alike is a bit late. What's wrong? Did one of them die?"
Freddie gave him a dirty look before sitting down. Derby kept laughing and decided to poke his thigh.
"did you like that, you freak?"
"shut up... don't touch me" Freddie swatted Derby's hand.
Derby wasn't happy and he put his hand up and straight up snitched to Dr Slawter.
"TEACHER! HE HIT ME!!"
Dr Slawter was too tired to deal with this and he just straight up sent Freddie back out the lesson. Jude was on his way to the toilet from his lesson and he saw Freddie.
"what's wrong?" Jude asked.
"got kicked out for hitting Derby apparently."
"shit that's bad. What's up with Derby anyways? The guy is so keen on making comments about you. Maybe it's because Johnny Vincent hasn't come back from New Jersey yet... he's definitely lonley." Jude added.
"yeah totally..." Freddie rolled his eyes.
"wait, but trust me. I swear it'll get better Freddie..." Jude reassured him and patted him on the back as he left.
After being left alone in the hallway by himself. Freddie: "wow... Jude is really good looking..."
And he went back to that stairwell to listen to his music, doodle and think about Jude. The rest of the day went better with Derby not in his classes. Freddie's school day ended with him listening to "do you want to know know a secret?" Possibly hinting at his crush for Jude.
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backstory: this takes place in Perfectionville on the 1980s during the economic boom. The reason Lou is a prototype doll is because they tried to base him off his original doll from 1983 as a reproduction but it didn't go too well. Allisa is a business doll with black curly hairy which is volimnus and she usually wears a green channel suit with a skirt. Lou (1983) wears a white suit, is tall, has blonde hair in the typical 80s business style and a luxury watch. He drives luxury cars and is the owner of the Black, white, grey triple alliance which is pretty big. He was made in 1983 in factory 1. Steve Allen has dirty blonde hair, wears a brown blazer, has a black side and black trousers with a belt that says "BOSS"
SEPTEMBER 20TH 1988
Lou is driving late at night in his 1987 Mercedes Benz listening to Blue Monday on his radio.
There are big buildings everywhere, lights, colours and whatnot. He pulls into a gas station to fill his car up with petrol. An Audi Quattro pulls in. Lou thinks nothing of it. Until the person from that car gets into the station itself and a worker is dragged out. He looks confused. As Smalltown Boy plays from the Audi, the sound of stabbing and screaming echos, blood is splattered everywhere, Lou goes to see what's going on until the Audi owner gets into his car and drove away quickly. Leaving the gas station worker dead at the scene...
The next day Lou comes into the office, kind of traumatised from what he's seen yesterday night. He finds Allisa in her office on the 3rd floor. Does he tell her or not? He decides not to and just greets her. He gives her something to write out on her typewriter before leaving. Lou went to his office. Steven appears at the door and leans against the door frame.
"had a nice night, hm?" Steven said with a smirk.
"yeah. It was amazing." Lou rolled his eyes.
"not even anything interesting?" Steven asked
"nope." Lou said.
Steven then shrugged and left cheerfully which was so weird. Lou just found it to be a result of over consuming coffee.
Later on in the day he was having his lunch and reading a newspaper. He came across the heading: "worker stabbed to her death in gas station and then dumped towards the entrance." Which then at the bottom, showed a pretty graphic picture of her body. Slashed open at the chest features on her face all covered in blood and her right leg contorted. Lou didn't feel like eating afterwards and decided to go out for a smoke break. Who was the psycho? Would he be found? Or could he be lurking among them...?
He tried not to think about it too much. Especially when he had seen it with his own eyes last night.
Was this a dream or was it a nightmare?
Who do y'all think is the killer?
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By the way I've had this idea for so long that I eventually had to make it into a story on here about dolls in the past :)
I believe dolls have blood and organs until they go to the real world. They can choose to go or not go at this time
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(this is written in Johnny's perspective, he's writing in a notepad like it's his diary and hides it under the mattress he sleeps on, Disclamer, harm and injury is mentioned, rants, mental issues and so is family issues. He's got really messy handwriting)
Dear diary,
I don't get along with girls. But only one, and that's Joanne Jet, queen of rock n roll. She does me no harm. My brother came home recently from the new jersey side. He resides in some small apartment by himself. He works in a garage and he has a really nice green, classic Dodge. I'm working on my 1st generation Mustang. Although getting it started up is harm. Marcus is like 6'6. People says he looks like me but with a bigger nose and meaner look. He's 23 years old. He used to come to bullworth but he dropped out because he was too stressed there. As a kid I'd see the bruises he'd try and hide it from me, dad my step mum. (I call her mum irl.) I love my step mum way more than my bio mum. She's really cruel. She's tried to take me away at night by breaking in and taking me out my bed when I was only 5. I loved my dad, but he recently passed and I don't know what to do. Derby found it funny and made jokes about it. So I broke his nose and got suspension until the next term... But that's like 6 weeks! Fucking hell. I hate this stupid place.
Anyways, Marcus has a greaser style like me to, I mean that's where I adopted my style anyways. But his is way cooler. He's got actual jackets from the literal 80s and 70s. I wear red converse but his are a dark blue colour. He wears jeans with this cool skull belt. I don't wear a pompadour but he does. He rocks it, I dont. When he dropped out, he learnt martial arts, I found that so cool as a kid. I eventually learnt it to. Although I don't beat people up unless it's defence or they started it. It's a rule in martial arts.
OH MY GOD I HATE LOLA AND PEANUT!! I thought I could trust Peanut, my bestfriend... but it seems like I can't! And Lola? My girlfriend? I FOUND THEM CHEATING BEHIND THE GOD DAMN SCHOOL!! I wanted to snap them all in half our of rage, I had tears in my eyes. But I couldn't... I couldn't scream either, I felt trapped. I couldn't risk going back to happy vaults, it feels like absolute toture. My brother picked me up after school, but he eventually calmed me down with reassurance. We went to the diner and threw rocks in a nearby lake. Not at people of course. Unless it was Derby, but the rock would bounce back off his stupid nose anyways, haha! Even if me and Marcus have our disagreements, I love him because he's my big bro. Love ya Marcus
-johnny 🕷️
It looks like he's chilling on the floor on this picture lol
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