a Cryptid in a Trenchcoat

briefly taking my phone out at work and looking at images of my favourite character like im a soldier in the trenches looking at a picture of their loved one back home

(In the creepypasta war, delivering a telegram) I'm so sorry ma'am, your son was Jeff the killed in action

its ok if you look at my big sharp teeth and get a boner

mug that says don't talk to me until I've had my first victim of the night

wait i just found out you can be nice to people and be their friend i thought we had to kill them all cause i was raised in a lab to be a living weapon

I often complain about my life but one thing I am grateful for is that I've almost never been shot at with a cannon. That happened all the time in the old days and it seems like it sucked a lot

creature fact: you have just been bited