13 Oz Mouse

Everything hurt. She had no idea what day it was… She had spent all day sulking around about her old dead crush from several years ago. "UGHHHH... DOC… DOCCC…" He stumbled out. His own words were foriegn in her "mouth" (or lackthereof).

…Where even was she?

She lifted her head, everything was spinning, and she felt fuzzy. "DR. MADNESS I LO-O-OVE YOUUUU.." She hicced out to no one, no one ever listened anyways. Without warning, 11A felt a pair of eyes on her, emerging from the woods. Before long, she felt a pair of (albeit bloody) hands on her back.

"C'mon, lets get you to the sacred grounds, da? The vermin are rough this time of night, after all… We can't keep xem waiting." Ash murmured, "С тобой всё будет хорошо.." She added the russian affirmation. 11A didn't know what it meant, but it leaned against her for support.

The hospital's walls twitched as the two entered it, almost as if alive. Ash led 11A to the hospital's plaza. "11A!!~" A familiar voice called from the catwalk above the plaza. "Oh 11A! How wonderously wonderful! Now… Since Ash is too much of a pussy to do what I want her to do; to improve herself, I have… A mission for you. There is a boy who needs to be eradicated. He is finding out too much for his age! And 11A, I want you to be my righthand man for this." Propaganda laughed.

"DON' CALLS ME THA-A-AT…" 11A barked out despite her drunken state. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Anywho! We strike once he starts that hündin enters this building, we follow him, or, more like he follows 11A, and I swoop in for the kill!~" Propaganda happily giggled.

Ash stood away from the two, confusion on her face. Who was the boy? Was it Shane? Nonsense. "Now, 11A, you want that reward don't you? The ability to finally go on a date with that doctor guy, hm? Even if in reality it is yours truly, in another flesh." Propaganda whispered to 11A. 11A shuddered, lowering its head.

"Church is dismissed."

Well shit. Ash had no point in stying overtime.

She entered the trailer, boots still bloody, as she closed the door she slid down it. "Motherfucker…" She'd suddenly break down sobbing, curling up with her knees to her chest. She was so busy with her misery she didn't hear Sprinkle sit next to her.

"Ashley… Ashley, sweetheart, are you okay?" Sprinkle asked, to no response. "Ash… Ash?" Sprinkle tried to call out, Ash staring at the ground, the static in her brain was overwhelming, only allowing room for a distressed groan.

THERES CHILDREN IN THR SERVER WITH ADULTS THAT ENCOURAGE DISGUSTING BEHAVIOR? are you okay with these people being groomed thinking it’s okay? Have we learned anything???

“I dont hate radqueers or freakycares” buddy we all know who you are. You are so obvious

They don't provide any screenshots to back up their claim that the screenshots weren't old. Streber was friends with dark shippers + raduqeers, key word was though and has cut them off for months, people can change believe it or not. So you're basically just pulling shit out of your ass and hoping it sticks. Also would you look at this? Scarlets radqueer blog is still up, the same one where she actively sought out transraped people (she also has a habit of grooming people or manipulating people, there's been multiple victims that have came forward on anons on other blogs talking about it. Screenshot of the blog still being up for proof.)

Once again, you show 0 proof of any stalking or strebers friends giving this guy a platform. Also I think its hypocritical that you say "they're anon asks, come on now" but as soon as you posted that original call out you and your friends were just straight up dick riding any anon that was hating on streber, come on now. Plus yeele was weird as hell to streber too, did you just forget that or? So why would strebers friends even support someone who was weird as hell to streber, make it make sense if you're trying your hardest to lie.

I hate to break it to you but scarlett has some posts on her profile where she quite literally calls people the n word over a fnaf game. Also those people commenting on your posts weren't even strebers friends, like he and multiple people have stated over and over again, yet you chose to dick ride and claim they are. Do we just forget how obsessed Scarlett was for streber? like ok I guess! I also find it weird how you try to paint Scarlett in the best possible light despite everything shes done. Either way, here's the screenshot I was talking about.

Also are we just going to glaze over all the screenshots streber has uploaded? Scarlett is capable of doing bad things, she is capable of grooming people and hurting others online. Im not just making these posts just to defend streber, shes actually a fucking danger to people.

The "letter" read as followed:

Hi dad, I know you barely know who I am, but after the move I was so excited to get the chance to meet you! Although Shane goes silent when I ask, and Ash yells… A lot. Neither of them tell me where you are now! I want to make you proud, so I hunt these creatures to try and show you I'm worth knowing! I'll meet you soon, I'm sure of it!

Signed, Derek.

"Shane!! Shane, dad, Shane, Shane, SHANE—" Derek had woken up long before dawn, Shane mumbling, "Derek..? What on earth… What time is it??"

"Shane, can I go in the woods and hunt ghosts… Pretty please?" Derek begged, Shane let out a sigh, dragging his hand down his face, "Sure, sure kiddo… Don't stay out too late, okay? And make sure you call me if anything happens.." Shane smiled, Derek immediately hopped off his bed, scampering to grab his backpack with his supplies; salt, a rosary, "holy water" (water with Dawn dish soap in it), and his trusty journal! Said journal included an entry on Mothman, ghosts, the anti-christ, and his new point of study; the Propists.

His eyes scanned the pages as he stood in his room, making sure all info was up to date. He soon bounced out of his room, happily slinging his backpack over his shoulder. "Bye Shane! Love you!" Derek happily waved.

Derek's trot to the forest was peaceful, till he was hit with the ba feeling of something being off. Derek followed the smell of death and decay, only to find the source. Nathan Allery. The blood around the body surrounded it like an abstract halo. Derek froze, genuinely on the edge of vomiting, the moment he realized that Nathan's eye was completely out of socket was what broke him, he hadn't talked to Nathan much, but Shane had let him roam around town, thus bumping into him. They had shared a small talk, such as Nathan discussing his father's suicide, or what the cops said was suicide.

The amount of flesh torn on Nathan's face was enough to make Derek's vision blur with fear. Derek couldn't look away, studying the wounds, before a twig snapping in the distance alerted him. He gazed up, a blur of blonde and purple rushing away. This startled him into a sprint, digging around his bag for his phone.

Shane was on the couch, texting the blonde coworker from the amusement park, probably some stupid cat video or something, when the call came through, "Derek? Are you okay?"

"SOMEONEGOTKILLEDANDISAWAPERSON—" Derek sobbed into the phone's speaker, Shane immediately flinced, his body moving on impulse to his car, "I— I'll be there, bud… Give me a moment—!"

The drive home was silent, and Shane wondered;

Was this real? Was there really a dead body? No. Obviously not. Shane had to rationalize this. But then again