#twistedroleplays

Every “♥” I get, my muse will remove one thing they are wearing.

diseasecalledreality

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animus--invictus

twistedroleplays

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Oh, shit, sorry I didn't reply to that first one very quickly, mun wanted to make a new talksprite for it, but things kinda got out of hand...

Heh, eh, I'm happy you, you enjoy it. I'm fine, thanks.... How about you?...

"Where am I?" Johnny growled unhappily, moving one hand up to his forehead in attempts to soothe the pounding ache within. Lost, he was, but at the same time he recognized this forest. A vague sense of deja vu- he'd fallen asleep, or passed out more accurately, and ended up here. Vaguely he recalled arriving here but did not recall the way back. Or maybe he just thought he remembered. It was possible this was a dream and what he thought was a dream was reality, but he could not exactly figure that out.

There was blood splattered across his black t-shirt, showing up mostly on the black-and-white striped sleeves. Mud stains covered his long black pants and black boots. A bloody knife lay on the ground next to him, covered in early morning mist.

It was cool and crisp out, the morning sun sending shafts of light down through the trees.  Still aching all over, the young male pushed himself onto his feet and took another look around, his eyes narrowed. He'd sleep walked here- he was sure of that fact and yet not. He was never sure of anything.