Anonymous Wed 18 Sep 2024 23:37:26 No.69271650 Report

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>>69271607
The doxxing scene but it plays out like the Nazis opening the Ark of the Covenant killing almost everyone

Anonymous Thu 19 Sep 2024 00:06:05 No.69272318 Report

>>69271650

>It's a slide of me. The pictures I'd thought I'd deleted. I'd thought gone from my life. Back on full display. I watch in horror as they're displayed. Yet something's...off.
>The laughter starts but it's almost...pained. Sounding forced, strained. I look around and instead of the eyes I'd expected, mocking and coy. Instead it's gazes of horror, eyes wide and white. I only notice why as it starts.
>Flesh pours off bone. I watch as students around me moan and wail, laughter constrained into ghastly wailing laughter. As if their very soul was escaping through their mouths. I watch as they collapse into puddles of saurian, flowing down the aisles.
>The hum of the projector a screeching buzz. I look up to see exactly the cause of all this. The picture's burning a hole through the screen, setting fire as a skeleton, formerly Naomi stands stock still up at the podium.
>The buzz grows but louder. I feel it creeping in. I have to stop this, get away. Something.
>I look to Fang and find her alright, thank God. She's just as terrified as I am, looking around as corpses begin piling, sloshing. I grasp her hand and pull. We have to leave, have to run.
>I get only a few steps out as I find the hand I'd grasped lighter than before.
>I look aside to see Fang looking at the stump where her hand had just been. Looking up to me, begging no.
>Eyes fall from skull. Feathers and scales slide off, ashing into dust as they hit the ground. Bleach-white skeleton clatters to the ground. The top of her skull falls forward, tapping my foot as I look at it.
>I scream.
cont.

Anonymous Thu 19 Sep 2024 00:09:19 No.69272411 Report

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>>69272318
>And feel a hand pressing down on me. A voice calls to me as I thrash, eyes unfocused.
>"Anon!" Fang's voice cuts through my fear like a knife. I focus and see her, pressing her hands down on me. Pressing me into my mattress. I look to see her worried eyes.
>And notice she's pressing on a bruise. Shit.
>I collapse back down, world coming back to me. Fang mumbles, still worried as she lays me back down. Heart rate finally calming.
>"I'm here, dweeb. Calm down." Her mumbled voice tired. I exhale and full reground.
>Just a nightmare. No more late night movie watching. Damnit.
>Fang grumbles as she slides a bit, getting back into a napping position next to me. I plant a wrist on my forehead as I stare up at the tiny inklings of city light flitting through my window as I try to push back into slumber.

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