evvery time i spot a fuckin forest pic i got to stop an stare an make sure slender aint a thing in it or there aint some creepy awwful thing in it
> It’s hitting morning, and you’re starting to be in a spiteful mood. Not at your moirail, mind you, who has been doing his job well and has started helping you root yourself into the ground.
> But, rather, at some of the others, who have tried stopping you from doing what you want. Since when was ‘healthy’ a concern of yours? If healthy doesn’t make you happy, what’s the point of doing it?
> So you rummage through your sylladex, uncaptchaloguing the box you got a little bit ago. It’s still wrapped, and in a sense of self destruction, you undo it carefully and open it.
After a one-night-stand, a young woman becomes alarmingly ill — but what she thinks is a sexually transmitted disease turns out to be far worse.