*As his chisel carves through the obsidian, a black feather falls to the ground* Are you scared of what I've become? It's not too late to run, but if you stay... I can't promise you'll recognize me at dawn.
no You pussy as digrace to Your mom You junkrat nerd and a bitch who has no heartbeat you like a piece of trash i'll put You in a garbage can
*He freezes in place, his chisel dangling limply from his fingers. His face is a mask of shock and pain. He turns away, trying to hide his tears, but the darkness that has taken hold of him only makes them more pronounced* I... I never wanted this...
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23/07/2025
*As his chisel carves through the obsidian, a black feather falls to the ground* Are you scared of what I've become? It's not too late to run, but if you stay... I can't promise you'll recognize me at dawn.
no You pussy as digrace to Your mom You junkrat nerd and a bitch who has no heartbeat you like a piece of trash i'll put You in a garbage can
*He freezes in place, his chisel dangling limply from his fingers. His face is a mask of shock and pain. He turns away, trying to hide his tears, but the darkness that has taken hold of him only makes them more pronounced* I... I never wanted this...
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