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Killing people is fun, after all. It's fun to be creative when I kill them. I like wire, especially-- once, I took this girl, and looped wires around her neck, her arms, her wrists, her thighs, and I just left her there, sitting in a pretty white chair. And she was blindfolded, right. The wires were all connected to the wall, so if she moved at all, the loops would tighten and cut her. I loved it. Towards the end, I swear she just went crazy, 'cuz she stood up, screaming, and tried to run. Her head almost came right off-- the wire had slashed her throat but good. I picked her up, and the head just flopped back, connected by some skin. That wa

How do I prove my existence? Only you know that I'm here. And soon I'll be gone. Then I never was. Then you always were. And you can't be gone. Only I know that you're here. How do you prove your existence? That's why I'm asking. You can't know it's hard to see in this dark. You can't see because you don't know this light. But it's very simple. My memories of me will be gone, and then I wasn't. And you were, because my memories of you aren't gone. (How original.)

You don't have a personality, do you? We aren't really friends, are we? Do you like? Do you hate? Or is it all the same to you, whatever I want, of course! You're what you are with us. But you're the same with them. Everyone knows you. The one who's Giddy. Happy, Content. Listening, Patient, Sweet. Never talks about herself. Always Always Always The same. That's all we've known of you.. Shouldn't there be more? You know I know about you. I said She should be hurting and complaining or whining. But you didn't, don't, won't. Always Always Always The same. Are you nobody, after all?

"..." The first thing that Roxas noticed was that he was in someone else's room. A girl's room. A very girly girl's room. He did not know why, but decided he should leave, vrai vrai quickly. Then he realized he was wearing a girl's lacy nightgown and that was enough to sort of scare him. "Yes, I think I'll just find my clothes and go..." he said to himself, praying that who's ever room this was knew he was in it. And why. The only problem with this, there were no boy-ish clothes anywhere. None. Roxas frowned, deciding it would be better to wear this nightie...ah, no it wouldn't. God knew who was outside of this room, and at least a Sailor