Please, I need your help. We're both in danger.
Do you see that corpse in the corner? The one with fluffy red hair? That's the author of this story, and she's dead. If you don't want the same thing to happen to you or me, you need to do everything I say.
Okay?
Okay. First, turn off the volume on your device. The monster's still here, and it will attack if it hears you. Work quietly now...
Good.
We don't have words to waste, so I'll sum this up quick:
I'm the protagonist. You can call me Proto.
The writer invented a creature whose harpoon-like limbs could go through anything. While she was thinking of a way for me to beat it, one claw p
well .. I'm not very good with drawings but my paintings are better because I have ease of working with it. I am not very fluent in English .. sorry .. so.. i prefer be "flop" (but I understand you flirting with my boyfriend. I'm kidding). that's it. I hope you like my art (if I can call it that) ^^
I'm happy that you are broken. I'm happy that yours draws stay a sh**t. I'm very happy that no one care about you yet. Your pain make me happy. So... stay crying little child...
I'm Sad.. I'm Tired.. A can't draw anymore.. I can't... Just it.. This make me feel sick and nobody cares about... i'm really Not fine at all.. I want.. Just need go away..