grace: *they didn't get it ;(*
*unnamed*: *they wouldn't, you can't write*
Tim: *just tryna b sneaky and steal any dregs or cigarattes here*
grace: what're you doing? :<
: don't facking talk to them
Tim: *scrd* *le hit you in the head with a baseball bat with nails in it*
Tim: *in his mind: plz pass out plz pass out plz pass out*
grace: *starts crying* meany
: *kicks you in da face*
Tim: *you can tell by the look on his face that hes having a panic attack**secretly calls for backup*
Ticci: *poof* sorry kiddo, i really dont want to do this *makes you pass out with the face-rag thing*
*when you wake up, youre tied to a chair and its pitch-black*
grace: meanys
Ticci: trust me kiddo, if we had any sort of choice id just be eating some waffles right now
Tim: yeah, same, i didnt want to hit you
Brian: yeah okay sure *le smoch sounds*
Toby: *unties you a kinda leads/pushes you into the living oom*
gtg
grace: *gets kinda scared*
Cya
*theres only the least scraiest ones here*
Lulu: hi!
Sally: *dis kid has a exposed brain but y'know* wanna play dress up?
Jason: *aw he looks cute and cool!!* want a toy kid?
