YEP.
THASSA MEEEEE

Hold on lemme jus-

Yep there we go -v-

Kinda comfy in here

@Shifted-Micah
WHA- HOW DID YOU GET HE-

HOW DID YOU FIND ME?!

I jus kinda-

uh-

I'm not gonna say.

Then again, I'm your adoptive father, I can do anything :3

@Shifted-Micah
YOURE IN MY WALLS.

AND NOT GOING TO EXPLAIN HOW?!

@Shifted-Micah
ah youve gotta point

See?

Anything and everything makes sense if I am your fathe-

"OJ, I AM YOUR FATHER-" /ref

Gosh your timezone is confusing af-

@Shifted-Micah
*60s gasp track*

@Shifted-Micah
wdym confusing? as in hard to translate?

Yeah, a bit. It's the same as Orlando but still confusing-

I'm not even from Orlando-

dm the fact I just laughed-

@Shifted-Micah WHY ORLANDO OF ALL STATES???

THATS NOT A STATE-

PFFFFFFT

BC I WENT THERE FOR VACATION :3

@Shifted-Micah
BAHA I MEANT CITY SORRY

ohhh

So um-

Wow your walls are very aesthetic-

I like it-

"your walls are very aesthetic"

IM BAWLING :sob:

THEYRE PLAIN WHITE :sob:
@Shifted-Micah

with drawings ofc :3

No I meant the insides of your walls :)

ohhhhhhh

i mean i wouldnt know, ive never been

@Shifted-Micah

Idk what the outsides look like-

I kinda jus

exist here-

if we ever have to do work inside my walls, and i dont see a micah, im suing the neighborhood

@Shifted-Micah

I CANT BREATHE IM LAUGHING SO HRD

LMAO
@Shifted-Micah

THE HEADLINE ON A NEWS-

CHILD SUES NEIGHBORHOOD FOR "Micah-less Walls" DURING RENOVATION-

PFFFFT

I PREFER MY WALLS WITH A SIDE OF MICAH

IM BAWLING RN

oml i forgot to tag you, sorry-

@Shifted-Micah

nws :w:

@Shifted-Micah
:3

anyways, ima go-

ttyl!! :3

Ttyl! ^^

WB TO YOUR HOME IM STILL HERE BT

BTW**

*SOBS*

SQWQQW IM SORRY I WASNT CHECKING COMMENTS ON THIS POST :sob:

OMG YOU'RE ALIVE

*hugs you*

YAAYAYAYAYAYAYAYA

*hugs back*
yes but no promises on posting soon -w-

@Shifted-Micah

NoooOoOOoOo

/nbr

Title: Shadows' Embrace

In the heart of Willow Creek, where darkness seeped into the very fabric of reality, a sinister presence lurked, its tendrils reaching out to ensnare unsuspecting souls. It began with the arrival of the birds, their ebony feathers gleaming with an unnatural sheen, their eyes glowing with an ominous light. "The birds are coming," the whispers echoed, a chorus of despair that hung heavy in the air.

Among the townsfolk, there existed a palpable sense of unease, a gnawing fear that clawed at the edges of their sanity. But for Emily, a young woman with eyes haunted by visions of torment, the whispers were a siren's call, drawing her deeper into the abyss.

As Emily ventured into the heart of the darkness, she felt the oppressive weight of the shadows pressing down upon her, suffocating her with their malevolent presence. It was as if the very air itself had turned against her, each breath a struggle against the darkness that threatened to consume her.

The mind control of the birds was a sinister dance, a symphony of manipulation that played out in the depths of the night. Emily felt it like a vice around her mind, squeezing tighter with each passing moment, until she could no longer distinguish between reality and nightmare.

Thomas, once a proud farmer, now wandered the streets like a ghost, his eyes vacant and hollow, his thoughts no longer his own. The birds had taken him, twisted his mind to their will, and left nothing but a shell of the man he once was.

And Sarah, a young girl with innocence still lingering in her eyes, had become a puppet to the darkness, her every move dictated by forces beyond her control. She wandered the forest like a lost soul, her cries echoing through the night like a lament for the life she had lost.

As the days turned to weeks and the darkness deepened, Emily and her companions found themselves trapped in a nightmare from which there was no escape. The mind control of the birds grew stronger with each passing day, their influence seeping into every corner of their minds like a poison, corrupting their thoughts and twisting their souls.

In the heart of the ancient grove, they confronted the source of the darkness, a malevolent entity that lurked within the shadows, its presence a suffocating weight that threatened to crush them beneath its gaze. They fought with all their might, their spirits battered and broken, but in the end, it was futile.

The birds descended upon them like a swarm of locusts, their eyes burning with an unholy light, their wings beating with a deafening roar. And as they were consumed by darkness, their cries drowned out by the cacophony of chaos, Emily knew that all hope was lost.

For in the heart of Willow Creek, where shadows danced with sinister intent and whispers of doom hung heavy in the air, there was no salvation, no reprieve, only the relentless march of darkness. And as Emily's consciousness slipped away into oblivion, she heard the whispers once more, a chilling refrain that echoed through the night:

"The birds are coming."

@-PITA-
not again.

NOT AGAIN :sob:

YES AGAIN :sparkles: