Thriller is back. He tried to go in BunnyButt's house but she bopped him and this is where he wound up. He's not putting any weight on one of his front paws :( #ThrillerTales

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Thriller is back. He tried to go in BunnyButt's house but she bopped him and this is where he wound up. He's not putting any weight on one of his front paws :( #ThrillerTales

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This is the dude formerly known as PseudoDucky. I dub him Thriller due to his eyes. He's less cautious than Mango, well when I had food anyway. #ThrillerTales
Pure Beauty (Ch. 9) Hitman was standing on the top of the building pointing his sniper at a slowly crouching target. Bamu held his breath for few seconds and prepared to fire the shot at his target. Anticipating the splattered brain of his target, he pulled the trigger by clicking on his mouse but his target had spotted him too. Just as he pulled the trigger, he knew that he was late and soon, his character's splattered head was spilt on the wall behind him. Bamu banged the table with frustration and went to the kitchen. Scratching his balls, he started making coffee. He liked it hard to give him the morning boost, he needed for contemplating the day. Just as he started to have his first sip, the phone rang. Tring tring. Irritated by the day so far, he ignored it and had his first sip. The phone kept on ringing before it stopped. But then again, it started ringing. Enraged with frustration, he pace-walked towards it and picked up the phone. - Hello! - Hello bamu. This is Shamli. - Shamli! You sound distressed. What happened? And Shamli explained the situation to his ex-boyfriend from the death of her husband to abduction of her daughters. - I am on my way. Bamu dropped the call and started with his treadmill session. He knew the benefits of exercising. He didn't want to build a muscle but he wanted to explore the weak spots in his body so that he refrains from applying them in real world to avoid injury. He looked outside the window and opened his hidden drawer. Putting the silencer on his pistol, he thought about the last person he had killed. It was a dark night when under the distorted vision, he had killed an innocent man rather than the actual target. It was five years ago and he had never held the firearms in his hands again. Bamu was Shamli's ex-boyfriend whom he had left behind due to his notorious career as a paid hitman. If Shamli had called her, the matter was serious. And he didn't waste a single moment, locked his door, got into his jeep, and started driving towards Nangadwa, the village of terror, lust, and political assassinations. To be continued.... PC: @kasjmierleela #crimestory #thrillertales #conspiracy #talesofterror #