Pray You Don't Get Killed After Reading This Story...

Starfright: Midnight, we could get KILLED for this!! And we could accidentally kill others too!!! Midnight Wolf: Do I look like I care? Plus, SweetPsycho's STUPID. She'll never know. Midnight Wolf: *faces camera* Hello humanity! Today, Starfright, Moonlight and me will be telling SweetPsycho's story!! Moonlight: Yeah! Starfright: *in background, mumbles: I'm gonna get killed, but here we go..* *walks up to camera* Yeah guys! Moonlight will be starting us off about her childhood! Moonlight: OK, so: Long ago, a little girl was born. This girl was named Sweet, since she didn't cry. Growing up, Sweet lived up to her name. She was nice and kind, always helped smaller children, and made lots of friends quite easily, being so friendly and happy. Like me! But, like always, with good.. COMES BAD. Sweet would always have horrible nightmares, in most of them there were fire, demons, and... her friends and family. All dying horrible deaths. She would always wake up screaming and breaking out in cold sweat. She would also have weird visions, and would constandly see things. Say, you and her were walking down the street, and it was a cloudy day. Suddenly, Sweet would start screaming over and over: "THERE'S A SHADOWY MAN!! HE'S GONNA KILL ME!!!!" And she would point to a shadow. But the thing was... no one was there. No one was ever there. They just assumed Sweet's eyes were playing tricks on her, and left it alone. But she had scrizoprenia, which causes you to see and hear things that aren't there. Sweet started thinking no one cared about her wellbeing, and became depressed. Only after she attemped to SUISIDE, her parents finally took her to a doctor. The doctor gave her antidepressants, TO A 8 YEAR OLD BTW, which slightly helped. Buuut, it mostly got her addicted and Sweet became a drug addict. Moonlight: Now it's Midnight's turn to tell about her teen years! Midnight Wolf: Mhm. Let's begin... Sweet became a drug addicted, depressed, scrizoprenic, emotionless teenager. Quite a change from the happy, bouncy, playful, and emotion-filled little girl she had once been. Instead of playing in the hills during the spring, Sweet cut her arms and listened to depressing music. Instead of hanging around town with her BFF's and close friends during the summer, she stayed inside and wrote lists about why people hated her, and raided her mom and dad's medicine cabinet for drugs. Instead of crunching fallen leaves and picking out the prettiest ones during fall, she praticed different ways to sharpen knives and figuring out the most painful ways to kill yourself. Instead of making snow angels and snowmen during the winter, she was- *whispering: wait, what? ...she was? oh, ok* -she was making snowdemons and using icicles as swords.
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All of them: We're not going to push our luck, so this is all you get for now. We'll update this page evenutally, don't worry! Bai~