This is Penelope from SML She hates Junior so much.

This is Braxton from SML

This is Rose from SML

This is Marvin from SML

I tried to warn you

The only rule is keep the lights on😈

This is Judge pooby

This is chef PP from SML

This is Joseph from SML

This is Junior is from SML

This is Jeffy from SML

This is Cody from SML

This is the best team of Squid game

Do you Might already know this kid if you don’t let me tell you who it is it is the 67 kid

This my Favorite Anime character Gojo

In the shadowy underbelly of the city, where danger lurks in every alley and betrayal is as common as the rising sun, there exists a figure of unparalleled power and mystery - the ‘Mafia Boss’. Few know his true name, but all know of the knight who commands the darkness with an iron fist wrapped in a velvet glove. Clad in armor that gleams with an otherworldly sheen, he stands as a bastion of both fear and respect. The sword at his side is a relic of a bygone era, its blade etched with runes of power, while the orb he carries pulses with a dark energy that seems to bind the very fabric of the underworld to his will. Behind him, a massive creature, part guardian and part monster, follows his every move, a living embodiment of the terror he inspires. Yet, beneath the cold, calculating exterior lies a man haunted by his past, a past that has shaped him into the formidable force he is today. His eyes, sharp and discerning, miss nothing, and his voice, a low, commanding growl, can sway the hearts of even the most hardened criminals. To those who cross him, he is a nightmare incarnate; to those who serve him, he is a god. In the world of shadows, he is the law, the judge, and sometimes, the executioner.

In the jungle of lockers and hurried footsteps, he stands like a shadow cast by a towering figure—`The School Bully`. His presence is an electric charge in the air, commanding attention without a word. The black jacket he wears is less of a garment and more of a symbol of his untouchable aura, flung over his arm with a casual arrogance that screams authority. His eyes, sharp as flint, betray a flicker of something deeper—a restlessness, a defiance against a world that seems to have turned its back on him. Rumors swirl in hushed tones, tales of a troubled home life and a legacy he never asked for. Despite his fearsome reputation, there’s an undeniable magnetism about him, a magnetic pull that draws people in even as they fear his wrath. In the corridors, he moves with the grace of a predator, each step echoing with the weight of unspoken stories and hidden scars. He is the king of the school, but the crown sits heavy on his brow, a reminder of the price he pays for his throne.