SMELLS OF THE SEWER ! Smells of rot ! Hockstetter , you’re not real ! ( you do mind ! ) Hockstetter boy , you do not exist ! Simply a corpse of a pallid missing ( found ) boy , hung up on the strings && danced around like a deranged puppet by BOZO THE CLOWN . ( within his playhouse ) ( sewers ! )
Your skin is moon white ! Your rotting flesh smells of junkyard joys ( smells like all those doggies && kitties ! ) ! It’s falling off your frail bones && into grey water ! Leeches suckle && tear into your mushy flesh . LEECHES EVERYWHERE ! Your whole body is sucked to the bone , that once raven black hair coming out in clumps . Your once green moon eyes are sunken into your baby ( brother ) soft skull .
Leech boy , your whole body shakes && shivers , your half eaten lungs let out a WHEEEEZE .
“I-I’M NOT REEEALL? I’m REEEAL alright! Yes suh-siiiir!” Smile as long as a mile , contorts upwards , curling unnaturally . “Realer than AVERY when i tooo-ook that fluffy little p-puh-pillow to his face and suffocated him!” THAT LAUGH ! THAT TERRIBLE LAUGH ! SPILLS FROM PURPLE LIVER LIPS ! HIGH PITCHED && HORRIFYING !