i am not ruined. i am ruination.

i have a pistol party and i kill ‘em all. i think i might be scared.

YOUR K͟I͟L͟L͟I͟N͟G 𝙵𝙻𝙾𝙾𝚁, YOUR M꩜RGUE AND 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟 RESTING.⠀

WALKING AROUND WITH THIS 𝗕𝗨𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗧 INSIDE ME BECAUSE I COULDN’T MAKE YOU 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 ME AND I’M TIRED OF PULLING YOUR TEETH.⠀

╱ squawking!

⠀ i went to normal guy island and nobody there knew you. ⠀

⠀ you must’ve pulled some kinda coup. ⠀

⠀ yeah, 𝘭𝘪𝘭’ 𝘰𝘭’ 𝘺𝘰𝘶. otherwise they would’ve exiled you. ⠀

⠀ 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘬—–it hits his mask, and he turns toward the source, slow. “if you scratch the hood, i’m billing you.” ⠀