Um Im Not Sure Howw Im Zupoosed To Deacirbe It. Just Got Out Of Sme Wearhouse. I Cantt Really See. Dunno

um im not sure howw im zupoosed to deacirbe it. just got out of sme wearhouse. i cantt really see. dunno where I am. reception is compelte sheit

fkc please tell me yorue geting this

Specs? Hey what's up man?

i dont knoow. im sorr

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i can seee some street signa. few cars. no people thugh. nd yeah im otusiide. sts so cold

fkc please tell me yorue geting this

Specs? Hey what's up man?

"The Exorcist, right.." Specs took a deep, slow breath. His brain was muddied with horrific visions, screams still ringing in his ears. "There's.. There's a little girl, and she's possessed, I think.. Yeah.. But they didn't know at first.. And her mom is really concerned for her.."

Adam roughly remembered how to get there. I mean, he had litterally dragged his own half-dead body out of that hell hole. But what was on his mind was why the fuck would this happen? Sure, he was fucked up. David was fucked up. But Specs? He was perfect.

He drove as fast as he could, till he got there

Specs looked up from where he was slumped against the wall when he saw his brother's headlights. Unsteadily, he stood up, holding onto the grimy brick walls for support.

He was missing his iconic glasses, the skin on his hands and face red and irritated. His clothes, a simple t-shirt and jeans, were wrinkled and bloodied. There seemed to be no wounds on his body, though.

"Adam," he choked.

He absolutely hated being alone in the recovery room, his only company being the annoying blaring of his heart monitor and the pungent florescent lights. So, after an hour or so, Specs got a nurse to go fetch Adam.

Adam roughly remembered how to get there. I mean, he had litterally dragged his own half-dead body out of that hell hole. But what was on his mind was why the fuck would this happen? Sure, he was fucked up. David was fucked up. But Specs? He was perfect.

He drove as fast as he could, till he got there

Specs looked up from where he was slumped against the wall when he saw his brother's headlights. Unsteadily, he stood up, holding onto the grimy brick walls for support.

He was missing his iconic glasses, the skin on his hands and face red and irritated. His clothes, a simple t-shirt and jeans, were wrinkled and bloodied. There seemed to be no wounds on his body, though.

"Adam," he choked.

THATS HIS TRAP I KNEW IT THEY’RE GONNA FUCKING EXPLODE HIS BAAAAALLLS

OH FJWJZJSB LMFAO no it has to do with his eyes and hands :3

"Not.. Not them.. The cops." Specs covered his face with a hand. "I killed another man. I'm fucked." His voice finally gave out.

Adam roughly remembered how to get there. I mean, he had litterally dragged his own half-dead body out of that hell hole. But what was on his mind was why the fuck would this happen? Sure, he was fucked up. David was fucked up. But Specs? He was perfect.

He drove as fast as he could, till he got there

Specs looked up from where he was slumped against the wall when he saw his brother's headlights. Unsteadily, he stood up, holding onto the grimy brick walls for support.

He was missing his iconic glasses, the skin on his hands and face red and irritated. His clothes, a simple t-shirt and jeans, were wrinkled and bloodied. There seemed to be no wounds on his body, though.

"Adam," he choked.