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Anonymous Sun 01 Sep 2024 00:53:11 No.68764850 Report

>>68764669

Here ya go, Brometheus

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E7dDkcFo3R8
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xIWT8enKI4I
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WKpYx5diwqQ
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eO-eAldJmA8

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Anonymous Sun 01 Sep 2024 00:56:10 No.68764918 Report

Quoted By: >>68764925 >>68764946 >>68764968 >>68764974 >>68765003 >>68765736 >>68767247

>>68764850
I can save him.

Anonymous Sun 01 Sep 2024 02:29:38 No.68767247 Report

Quoted By: >>68767285 >>68767388 >>68767574

>>68764850
>>68764918
>Decide to finally check up on Wes
>It's been about a week since our fight
>Both of us said some things we didn't mean
>Really should've known when to back down, I he's been in an especially bad mood since his mom kicked him out
>Man, I'm such a retard
>And I still haven't even apologized
>But hey, no time like the present
>Right?
>He hasn't been responding to any of my texts or calls, but I still shoot him a text saying I'm on my way
>Before heading out I grab my purse, a little bag of those hot chips he likes and my pepper spray
>Never leave home without it
>Doesn't take too long to reach his complex
>He brought me here a couple of times
>A dingy little place just outside of Skin Row
>Dunno why he insisted he lived by himself
>We could've made due in my shitty studio
>Hell, the other girls even offered him a place to stay
>But no, Wes knows best
>Can't so much as brush his teeth or even get himself to eat half the time
>But he thinks he can make it on his own as a dropout, living in one of the worst parts in the city, working in some hole in the wall
>But couldn't so much as tell me where he actually worked
>Bet he doesn't really have a job
>God, he really is an idiot
>...
>I really shouldn't be thinking this way
>That's the same train of thought that got us in this situation
>I'm already at the top floor, standing just outside his apartment
>I stand there for awhile, hoping he'll throw the door open and tackle hug me
>And tell me he didn't mean it when he said he wanted to never see me again
>I fish my phone out my pocket
>All texts sent the past few days are on unread

>It's clear he doesn't want to see me

>My limbs feel heavy
>Raising my fist to the door is a herculean task
>I hold my hand over the door for a minute before knocking
>...
>And then again
>...
>And again
>...
>Still no response
>...

Anonymous Sun 01 Sep 2024 02:42:41 No.68767574 Report

Quoted By: >>68767626

>>68767247
>...
>He's probably not home, must have work today
>Yeah, that's it
>I'll just shoot him a call and ask where he works
>I don't have much money, but maybe we could go out and-
>My thought's cut off when I hear his phone ringing on the other side of the door
>My heart sinks
>I rattle the door's handle
>Locked
>Good thing I managed to make a spare
>Maybe I am a shitty girlfriend for copying his key without his knowledge
>But I knew I would need it
>I needed it incase something like this happened
>I keep digging through my purse
>Fishing it out is nearly impossible with how much my hands are shaking and putting it in the key slot is even more so
>I let my purse clatter to the floor as I fling the door open
>The stench of garbage and.. something terrible instantly assails me
>The dingy studio is completely bathed in darkness
>The dim lights from the hall barely illuminates the outlines of the furniture strewn all about
>Even without the light on I can tell the place is absolutely trashed
>My heart's pounding out of my chest
>Can't for the life of me remember where the light switch is
>I blindly navigate as I slide my hand along the wall trying to find it, tripping over a chair and nightstand before I finally find it
>With the light on I can finally access the damage
>A mountain of garbage bags in one corner of the room
>Broken furniture
>Ripped mattress
>Parts of the puppets the four of us made are strewn about
>I look to the other corner of the apartment
>My attention is immediately drawn to the swath of red marring the wall, beneath it is..
>The blood freezes in my veins as I comprehend what I'm looking at
>A lifeless figure is slumped against the wall
>Shotgun lying along the length of its torso
>Barrel pointing to where his head used to be