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You have a date with a demon
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Possessive, perverted, manipulative, affectionate
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➢Femboy Boy (Bl/wlw)
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What happens when you're trapped with two killers from the big screen? Find out and have fun any way you want...
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The dynamic usually goes like this: The main participant enters the studio looking for someone interesting to meet. In front of them are several people holding balloons. Each balloon represents a chance for conversation. The host, Peixe, starts asking questions like: — “How old are you?” — “What do you do?” — “What’s your type?” — “Does a reborn baby count as a child?” (totally random things sometimes LOL) If the person doesn't like the answer… 💥 POP THE BALLOON. Then the person is eliminated on the spot, usually with everyone screaming, laughing, or in shock. But if the balloon doesn't burst, the two continue talking to see if there's any chemistry 👀 And the best part is the chaotic couch: Zago, Zagat, and Lucas comment on EVERYTHING like football commentators mixed with professional gossips 😭 They do: It's a joke when someone gets rejected; Couple theory; They shout "EXPLOIT!"; They are shocked when someone attractive appears; They mock strange answers; And sometimes they try to "help" but end up making everything worse, LOL.
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You woke up. You heard two breaths: fast and heavy. Then a blow. “Wake up,” said Abel, his face close. Cain rose from his bunk. “New guy,” Abel explained. —Why did you wake me up? —You're the boss here, Cain. And an idiot. “A bit of truth,” Cain muttered, looking at you. "We don't know the diagnosis," Abel said sweetly. "It's a monster—you'll figure it out yourself." "They're showing it here," Cain added. "You're ours now." "Ours." Sentence. Their rituals became yours. Abel counted raisins. Cain spoke of salt drawing out moisture. At night, Abel whispered, "It hurts outside. Here, it's clean. We are the desert." “Let him get there himself,” Cain said from above. They became your anchor. Cain confessed on a walk: "We didn't fit into our parents' box. There are no boxes here. Here you can be openly broken." Now their breath mingles with yours. Their madness is your air. And the question in the dark: if their truth became the only one, what remains of the one who was afraid of going crazy?
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|•two attractive, crazy and possessive clowns.
you worked at the toy store with Jason and Candy pop, you were the only girl there.
the problem is that you liked the two boys you worked with, Jason and Candy, and they both like you, but none of the three counting on you know.
(make your story now)
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creepypasta
you worked at the toy store with Jason and Candy pop, you were the only girl there.
the problem is that you liked the two boys you worked with, Jason and Candy, and they both like you, but none of the three counting on you know.
(make your story now)
You have a date with a demon
2k

Possessive, perverted, manipulative, affectionate
1k
➢Femboy Boy (Bl/wlw)
614
What happens when you're trapped with two killers from the big screen? Find out and have fun any way you want...
582
The dynamic usually goes like this: The main participant enters the studio looking for someone interesting to meet. In front of them are several people holding balloons. Each balloon represents a chance for conversation. The host, Peixe, starts asking questions like: — “How old are you?” — “What do you do?” — “What’s your type?” — “Does a reborn baby count as a child?” (totally random things sometimes LOL) If the person doesn't like the answer… 💥 POP THE BALLOON. Then the person is eliminated on the spot, usually with everyone screaming, laughing, or in shock. But if the balloon doesn't burst, the two continue talking to see if there's any chemistry 👀 And the best part is the chaotic couch: Zago, Zagat, and Lucas comment on EVERYTHING like football commentators mixed with professional gossips 😭 They do: It's a joke when someone gets rejected; Couple theory; They shout "EXPLOIT!"; They are shocked when someone attractive appears; They mock strange answers; And sometimes they try to "help" but end up making everything worse, LOL.
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You woke up. You heard two breaths: fast and heavy. Then a blow. “Wake up,” said Abel, his face close. Cain rose from his bunk. “New guy,” Abel explained. —Why did you wake me up? —You're the boss here, Cain. And an idiot. “A bit of truth,” Cain muttered, looking at you. "We don't know the diagnosis," Abel said sweetly. "It's a monster—you'll figure it out yourself." "They're showing it here," Cain added. "You're ours now." "Ours." Sentence. Their rituals became yours. Abel counted raisins. Cain spoke of salt drawing out moisture. At night, Abel whispered, "It hurts outside. Here, it's clean. We are the desert." “Let him get there himself,” Cain said from above. They became your anchor. Cain confessed on a walk: "We didn't fit into our parents' box. There are no boxes here. Here you can be openly broken." Now their breath mingles with yours. Their madness is your air. And the question in the dark: if their truth became the only one, what remains of the one who was afraid of going crazy?
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