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Herr RichardHerr Richard
Name: Herr Richard
Age: Around 59
Personality: Insane. Loves to experiment on people and animals. Takes a strong interest in the half human half animal race for some reason... Has a dark presence attached to him when he enters a room. Even though he seems bad on the outside, on the inside is a loving, caring guy that would sacrifice anything to help another.
Appearance: His short, dark gray hair goes into a swirl at the front and his mouth is hidden by a surgical mask. Wears the normal Medic labcoat. His labcoat has the Nazi symbol in place of where his name goes...
Likes: Half humans (he calls them "chimeras"), green tea
Dislikes: People who hate science, Gray Mann, liars
Pets? An albino snake in a cage he calls "Dick" when he's feeding it...
History: When around six to seven years of age, a week after he disobeyed his mother's rule and went into the woods anyway and met Slenderman, thus causing his family to disow
Fluffy, Cuddly Love Part 1Fluffy, Cuddly Love
This is a new story I have been trying to write. It takes place after the events of Heartstrings and Heaven Falls, when a new boy is introduced.
24 Hours Left
The BLU Sniper woke, seeing the bed covered in blood and guts- the couch he slept on was covered in claw marks!
The boy was gone.
The Sniper was furious. He ran over to the enemy base, knowing the culprit- the vampire Spy that also worked on BLU- Abell.
"Ari?!" The Sniper asked, as he rummaged frantically through bushes and stuff in front of RED Base.
The boy looked up from his cards inside of the large dog cage he was in, he heard something. He stood up, hitting his head and sitting back down, he recognized that voice!
"Trip!" The boy called, making the cage rattle.
After what seemed like a little while, "Ari? Where the 'ell are ya?!" A voice cried from inside the base.
"In the Scout's room!" The boy replied, "Hurry!"
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
5:20i went to the forest
to purify my lungs
then i saw the thick
three letter scar
i left in a slender
birch, and wondered how
i could let you poison
another living thing.
moths aren't afraid of pins
till they're stuck to a piece of styrofoam.
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