-Spooked-
-Tries to slip away upstairs without attracting notice-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?(There is, uhhh)
(Some kinda fucked up van
◊ parked outside the room.)
(It is surrounded by a terrible litter of empty Faygo bottles, half-eaten corn dogs, food wrappers, candy wrappers and uhh... syringes.)
(From it emanates the Devil's Music
.)
(Dare anyone approach?)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-Gracia stares out the window at the van-
-Oh no...-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?(The alluring scent of sugar, and uh... processed meats...? invites.)
(As does the intoxicating sound of old white guys trying to rap menacingly and paying no heed at all to class or anything like that.)
(Maybe the candy in there is free.)
(Maybe you will get a puppy.)
( :o) )
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019...
-Sneaks downstairs and goes out to check out this bizarre van-
-She must know for sure-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

-i'm not doing this right now-