BUNNIE~
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Thread Topic: BUNNIE~
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so sorry.
"I'm not nice," Carl says, more tears streaming down his face as he cries harder. "I hurt the people I care about, and the ones who should care about me hurt me. I'm a horrible person! I don't care if I get hurt!" His tears began to blur his vision and he couldn't see straight, he tried to blink them away. -
im not a stalker i swear
That was when Jordan made a giant dash and leap to pounce on Carl, much like a cougar. He was going to snap him out of it in an agressively adorable manner. His little hands grabbed onto Carl's shoulder as he let out a so totally not menacing yell. -
holy s--- XD
can't be on for long idk when mum will make me eat.
Carl gave Jordan a weird look as he tried to move away from him. "What are you doing?" He asked a little harshly. He wondered what was making Jordan act so weirdly. -
:')) AYEEEE
its okay but come back for me bbyz
Jordan clenched his jaw, actually quite scary looking. His eyes had seemed to be much duller than previosly. In a snarly voice, he muttered, "Give. Me. Your. Arm." He had a tight hold on the boy's shoulders, and for as small as he was, he seemed to be quite strong. -
Sorry for not soaping so much.
Pain shot into Carl's shoulder but he thought that he deserved to feel the pain so he didn't say anything about it. In fact he didn't say anything at all. He just looked into Jordan's scary eyes and just stood there frozen, not doing or saying anything. -
It's okay.
Apologies. Did not see you responded.
Jordan let out a hysterical laugh. "What the f--- are you waiting for? Give me your arm." His eyes filled with infuriated tears, threatened to spill over. "Come onnnn, I'm waiting." Nurse Kayla stared with a sense of fear. What to do, what to do? This was crazy! -
it's fine.
"No," Carl finally says sternly. He liked Jordan, maybe even more than a friend, but he'd only hurt Jordan more if he stayed alive. He thought Jordan was better off if Carl just killed himself. "No," Carl repeats again. -
goodies :')
Jordan's chest heaved with breaths. In a disturbing, hushed voice, he leaned very close to Carl's face. His voice was much like a deep coo, "Whyyy don't you listen? We are only trying to help you." He put his hands to Carl's cheeks. "If you don't let me, us, you'll just...waste away." He emphasized 'waste away'. "No one will remember you. Your mommy and daddy will cry and cry, At least...if you stay alive, you can at least attempt to make yourself known." He then gave an ominous scoff. "Unless you're too scared." -
Seriously though your profile pic is cute.
Carl became heated, hating this version of Jordan. He pushed Jordan away, pressing his palm to his chest. "My parents don't give a damn," he says harshly. "And I'm not scared." Carls hands began to shake even more. "And even if I become known I'll be known as the stupid cutter." More tears started to stream down Carl's face.
s--- this version of Jordan is scary -
Thanks mayne. x')
i know xD
He huffed, as he had been enjoying toying with the taller male. He then chuckled. "Not scared?" He pointed to the trembling hands. "My ass. You think your mama and papa don't give a damn? Try being left in a cold, dark, secluded basement with a vicious dog for hours on end, as punishment for being gay. But it's okay now. They're gone, far away now. If your parents are like that, why aren't they far, far away? Hm? They obviously give some kind of s---." He stepped back to where he had been, and muttered, "Don't think of touching me like that again." -
so scary
Carl was really angry then. He wanted to snap and just punch Jordan right then and there; he wanted to explain the reasons why his parents didn't give a damn, but he thought against it. Jordan didn't need to know that much about him. He clenched his jaw and clenched his hands into fits, really trying not to punch Jordan. Go ahead and do it you faggot. Punch him. He doesn't care about you. Maybe he'll punch you back and he'll kill you. That's what you want, isn't it? You deserve to die. -
most motherf---ing definitely
Jordan stared at the boy, his dull eyes becoming more and more insipid. He sighed heavily, his eyes rolling like the a--hole this personality was. "Well," he gasped, "This isn't very fun at all. But I suppose you're reactions are rather...girlish and cutesy." He applauded himself, chortling at his own insults, directing towards Carl. Perhaps he would be much more fun to play with, now. Meanwhile, Nurse Kayla was going over what to do in the manual she had been given when she had first begun the occupation. -
Thankfully, young Jordan was pulling out of that disgusting character, his mind feeling at ease for a period of time. He was not sure where he was, at first, but when he was positive, he gave a sigh of recognition. He fell perplexed when he saw Carl's expression, his head tilting slightly. "Carl?" he asked in that mousy, sweet voice of his. Worry spread over his facial features, wanting to do his very best to aid the situation.
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Carl's eyes snapped to Jordan's and anger replaced his blank expression. "What?" he demanded. "What the hell could you possibly want? How the f--- do you act like a little a--hole and then turn all sweet an innocent again!?" Carl felt like he wanted to cry as he took a threatening step towards Jordan. "How can you just make me feel like s--- then act like you didn't do anything?!"
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That was the sad part of multiple personality disorder, Jordan knew what happened when someone else was taking over. So this all was very quite terrifying to the usually innocent boy. Squeaking, he cowered, his lip quivering with pure fright. What was going to happen? Please please please don't hurt me. Small whimpers emitted from his throat as he bit his lip.
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