Normal Wednesday night for Nightmare
Nightmare belongs to Jokublog
Horror belongs to sour-apple-studios
Killer belongs to rahafwabas
Transcript:
*KNOCK KNOCK*
Nightmare: Come in
Nightmare: Horror? It’s late, what are you doing at this hour?
Horror: Uh… the kitchen is on fire (again)
Nightmare:
Nightmare: How big is the fucking fire?
Horror: Like…
Horror: This big
Nightmare: Sigh, alright, I’m coming. Go wake Killer up too
Killer’s tears: FSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Hello ! My supporting friends ,🖤💚💔🤍🍉
Thank you from my heart for what you are doing for the people of Gaza who are in bad need in this tough and dire time. 💔💚🖤🤍
You are examples for kindness, generosity and nobility. You have been standing with for long and showing how brave one should be in time of need. 🍉🍉🍉🍉
You helped me greatly to make progress in my campaign, but I am still in need of your kind support to reach my goal.✌️✌️
As noticed, the campaign is very slow😪😪 now and needs strong move and this can be carried out through your contribution and cooperation. 😯😯
Please don't leave us alone during this dire time. I am still in the first quarter of my campaign. ❣️❣️
https://gofund.me/0dc0aa34
Hey could my like 5 followers please reblog this?
Weird (creepypasta only) headcanon but I feel like the mansion changes based on who lives there and their needs. It’s ever growing, changing, and it never quite looks the same. I feel like the mansion would kind of be an extension of slenderman in a way, and maybe even a living entity itself. Of course I’m draw to a kind of ‘House of Leaves’ like concept, but I also feel like it might be reminiscent of the house in What Remains of Edith Finch, or even the Winchester House. Abandoned rooms of long forgotten proxies locked away, their history only to be left to the imagination. Hallways that seem to go on forever, progressively getting more decrepit and dated as you head deeper into the bowels of the house. The victorian architecture remains characteristic throughout the building, but certain areas seem to change in style slightly. The stain on the woodwork suddenly changes tint. The ornate details on the mantle and plethora of twisting staircases seem to change artists every so often. And every carving, painting, or sculpture of a person seems ever so slightly off. If you were to bring a piece of art with the portrait of a loved one, their face would morph so slowly over time to resemble someone else that you may never even notice. The man in that photo isn’t your friend, he never even existed in the first place.
Oh look at you with your fancy
✨ability to spell✨
Look at what my friend just sent me
It’s not even December anymore
ok wait, reblog if you’ve cried at least once because of math, doesn’t matter which grade i’m trying to prove something