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“Those twisted fuckers clearly want a show – they want chaos – and if that’s what they want, I can easily make it happen. They want a monster,” His eyes flashed a piercing neon green. “then that’s what they’ll get. N̸̖̈͗ő̵̺ ̸̣̒̾m̶̪͊̂ȍ̴͇r̸͉̾e̶̟̩̚͠ ̵̢̹͠M̵̫̅r̵͍̊.̶͚͖̔ ̴̺̂N̶̬̄̕i̷̜͌̆ć̸̪ͅe̷̤̫͌ ̴͖͖͑͒G̴̠̣̅ú̷̦̦̍ỳ̵̡̕.̷͍̮̂ ̸͍̔Ỉ̴̱̣͑’̷̨̛̪m̴̹̓ ̷̱͌d̶̠̞̕ö̴̧̨́̕ǹ̸̳̯é̴̡̙ ̶̳̤̈́t̵̻̊r̵͓̻̓̈y̷͌͝ͅi̶̦͂̉ņ̷̇g̵͕̉̄͜ ̵̠̆t̷̙͈̅̽o̶̐͗ͅ ̷͖͝g̵̳̥͒͒e̸̗͐͜t̴̗̐͘ ̶̛̙̈́ͅẗ̴͖̘̿h̵̝͔͑̽e̷̡͎̓̑m̴̭͑ ̷͍̹̉͑ṫ̸̗̲̈́ö̴̺̠́ ̷͉̤̄l̸̩͎̃̾ơ̸͚̋v̸̠͠͠e̷̲̎ ̷̩̍̇m̵̥̻̑͂e̸̍̒ͅ.̷̠̰͠”̷̭͐͝
[from “Part 9 - No Strings Attached”]
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2/7 of the mood boards for my fanfic, “Glitched”. Here’s our favorite scary, psychotic glitch boy’s