>you awaken, unable to move. try as you might, you are firmly tied to the chair in which you’re seated.
>the stranger emerges from the shadows, teeth and eyes glaring in the darkness, tattered notebook in hand.
>”are you ready, friend?”
>oh no
>it’s his stand-up routine
>a fate worse than death
🥴💦❤️ Perrrrfect. Need him to laugh at how worthless I am as he grinds his grubby paw in my face, eventually just standing atop of my body and stepping upon it like a welcome mat.
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>the stranger emerges from the shadows, teeth and eyes glaring in the darkness, tattered notebook in hand.
>”are you ready, friend?”
>oh no
>it’s his stand-up routine
>a fate worse than death