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meat-husband · 5 years

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Can we get a part two for the realistic bubba ask? Like if he comes around or their next encounter, sumthin like that if you’re up for it?

Okay, I really love how this turned out, except the end is a little eh cause I have no idea when or how to stop writing lol

Edit: Parts One and Three

You haven’t seen any of the Sawyers in months. That wasn’t too unusual, they weren’t much for socializing, but you had a good trade going up until three months ago. You didn’t have much, and they had even less, but both sides had always come out with enough to get by on. There wasn’t a way to survive out here without relying on neighbors for help or trade, which made it all the stranger that Drayton hadn’t come around again. No one else had seen him either, outside of stops at the station, after he had gone around town bartering stacks of dried meat like it was cash. You had since found out that the amount he had brought over to you was only a fraction of what he had taken around town, which made you think there was no way it had been stolen from the slaughterhouse. That amount of meat gone missing would have been noticed, regardless of how they would have managed to get it out without being seen. Something was definitely going on with the reclusive family, and although you didn’t want to get mixed up in whatever it was, you were about to do just that anyways.

It had taken you almost two months to get together enough scrap to fix up your old generator, although usually you wouldn’t have bothered. It was loud and old, and you had a newer one already hooked up to the house, so it was mostly kept around for spare parts. But you hadn’t repaired it for yourself. Things like that were always needed around here, where most people didn’t have connections to the city lines, and you knew Drayton wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to pick one up. Besides, it was too big and clunky for you to move on your own, so he’d have to bring help, which is just what you were hoping for.

You were out just after dawn, trying to beat the summer heat even though it was already well into the 80s. The old generator had been halfway pulled towards the barn doors, but you couldn’t get it much farther than that. Even that had sweat pouring down your face, and you were in the middle of trying to cool down when the rattling of an old truck came from outside. Quickly, you straighten your clothes and run a hand through your sweaty hair, hoping you don’t look too bad, before stepping out to greet them.

You’re surprised to see that Drayton isn’t the one behind the wheel, but rather his scrawny younger brother. The other sibling is there as well, the big one you had been hoping to see in the first place, but you’re a little concerned to see that Drayton isn’t here.

“How’re you doin’ today?”

The brother gives you a wild eyed look, a big grin on his face. It’s an off putting expression on his already strange face, but you smile back politely.

“W-we’re good!”

The answer is loud and enthusiastic, and you’re just a little bit baffled at how high spirited he seems already.

“Well… Alright.”

The truck door pops open with a rusty squeak and he steps out, glancing around your yard.

“Barn’s over here,” you say, pointing towards the run down shed. “Generator is already half out, I just couldn’t get it the rest of the way. You need any help getting it-“

He shakes his head, waving long, stringy hair around his face.

“Gotta look, uh, l-look at it first.”

You watch him wander into the barn, a frown on your face. He’s definitely… stranger than you remembered, it was no wonder the Sawyers had been some of the first to get laid off at the slaughterhouse. You couldn’t imagine working in a place like that with him running around.

You leave him to look the old machine over, though you don’t see the point. It’s a piece of junk barely holding together, but it works, and that’s all that matters. Drayton had offered you a stubbornly small amount of credit at the station in return for it, and usually you would have argued over it, but it probably wasn’t worth what he was giving you anyways.

His brother is lingering in the truck, door still closed and seemingly hiding behind it. His shoulders are hunched and he’s looking down at his lap, a mop of dark curls in his eyes. The sight brings a grin to your face, and you step up to the truck. He hears you coming, his quick glance up showing you a worried expression.

“Hey, there,” you say with a smile, leaning on the truck door and propping yourself up on the open window. “You ain’t been around here in awhile, huh.”

You get a nervous titter in response, seeing the hands gripping his knees turning white. He had always been a shy one, avoiding your attempts at conversation and hiding behind Drayton. A quick look over your shoulder confirms that the scrawny brother is still in the barn, fussing over something from the sound of it.

“You’re name’s Bubba, isn’t it?”

You already know the answer, but you ask it anyways, watching him give you a hesitant nod. You give him your name, reaching a hand through for a shake, but he doesn’t take it. His eyes dart from his lap to your hand, looking a little bit afraid, so you withdraw it, not wanting to be rude.

“I like your tie,” you say after a moment of silence, watching his fingers twitch up towards it before settling back in his lap. “It’s real cute, you know.”

He mumbles something, and you’re not sure what the words are, but they sound almost flustered, the corner of his mouth tipping up just slightly. Your smile gets bigger, leaning in through the window a bit.

“You’re cute, too.”

He chokes, looking at you from the corners of his eyes with a red face, fingers twisting together. His mouth twitches up, then back down, then up again, as if he’s not sure how to react.

“Hey!”

The sudden shout makes you jump, turning to find the brother just a few feet behind you. You aren’t sure how he’d managed to sneak up on you so quickly, but you take a few steps back to put some distance between the two of you.

“C’mon, Bubba,” he says, reaching forward to pull the door open. “G-get it in the truck!”

Bubba is quick to do as he’s told, lumbering towards the barn with heavy strides. He seems even more nervous to be out of the truck, so you don’t follow when he goes through the doors, standing at the side of the truck with his brother.

“You, you sh-shouldn’t bother my brother like that.”

“What?”

The look on his face is still just as strange, but his eager grin has turned into a frown, wide eyes watching you. It’s hard to tell from his unusual demeanor, but there’s something threatening about the way he grits his teeth at you, lips curled back.

“Teasin’ h-him,” he says, waving his hands in jerky motions towards the barn. “He don’t, don’t know when people a-are jokin’ with him.”

It takes you a few seconds to catch on to what he’s saying, but once you do, you let out a laugh. It sounds like you’ve just been given the Sawyer version of a warning off, like a father trying to scare away his daughter’s suitor.

“Oh, no, you ain’t gettin’ it either, huh,” you say with a smile, remembering Drayton’s confusion. “I ain’t teasin’ him, or being mean. I’m flirting.”

He looks just as surprised as his brother was, his whole body going still and the short, jerky twitches of his fingers stopping. He’s silent, and you would bet this is the most quiet anyone’s ever gotten out of him before, looking like he’s frozen in place.

“You, uh, might wanna see if he needs any help with that thing.”

You don’t doubt that Bubba can lift the thing on his own, but he hasn’t come out yet. His brother shuffles in place for a moment, jerking his head around before giving you another grin and running off. You can’t help but feel a bit more positively about the guy now, having heard the sharp edge to his voice when he told you off. They’re weirdos, but it was nice to see him being protective of his little brother.

The bang of the barn doors being thrown open draws your attention, turning to see the brother scurrying back over with a manic look on his face. After a few seconds, Bubba steps out with the old generator held up to his chest, seemingly not affected by the weight at all. You’d have taken a second to admire how much strength that had to take, but his brother beats him to the truck.

“Y-you oughta come over, f-for dinner!”

You raise your eyebrows at the offer, hands on your hips as you watch him open the flatbed of the truck.

“Oh, yeah?” You ask, a little suspicious of this sudden friendly offer. “Don’t think Drayton would like that much.”

“He don’t t-tell us what to do!” He sidesteps around Bubba as the machine is dropped into the back of the truck, rattling the whole thing on its wheels. “Ain’t t-that right, Bubba?”

His brother looks much more hesitant, but gives a slow, unsure nod of agreement, eyes on the ground. His face is bright pink, either from the heavy lifting or your previous conversation - and judging by the way his fingers reach up to tug at his tie, you can make a guess at which one it is.

“Alright,” you say slowly, turning over the idea in your mind. “I guess that’d be okay, I got some free time comin’ up next week. Run it by your brother first though, don’t want him blowin’ up at me when I show up.”

You hear a cackle, watching as the scrawny brother digs a hand into his dirty pocket. Bubba is shifting nervously behind him, and although he’s been on edge ever since they showed up, this time it gives you an unsettling feeling. That feeling proves right when a filthy pocket knife is swung in your face, barely missing your nose as you step back.

“What the fuck?”

“Y-you’re comin’ with us,” he laughs, stepping around to trap you in between him and the truck. “Can’t leave B-Bubba’s little, little friend behind!”

You glance at the knife in his hand, big enough to do some serious damage if you get stuck with it, and you’re not sure if you’re fast enough to get past him without that happening. He jabs it towards you in a mocking way, laughing when you jump away from the blade. Stuck between the knife and the truck, you know you’re not going to be able to get out of this one.

Well, shit, you think.

#Slashers #Bubba Sawyer #Slasher x Reader #Gender Neutral Reader #oml bubs is so cute #you part of the family now lol #how pissed is drayton gonna be when they show up with someone tied up in the back #also in case its not super clear #they gave you ppl meat in the first one :)#Anonymous

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motherlyra · 7 years

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Chapter 47: Bus Day

Changed a couple things I originally had because of the cute fanart astrangeroftheworld made for me lol.

Honestly there isn’t much I can say for why this chapter took so long to finish. I probably wouldn’t have continued if I didn’t just get messages saying people were still reading this, so thank you for that! Luckily my new job has some down time in it so I might be able to actually focus on writing a little more often.

Warnings: idk internalized hatred and some exterior hatred as well I suppose.

[Sans Days/Nights]

[Buy me a coffee]

“Woooow, Dings. Way to make it sound like I purposely murdered them.” Sans’ voice soured with irritation. “After all this time you still act like I asked to be born.” He nearly snapped, his earlier mood gone in an instant. He crossed his arms and sat back onto the bench. Sans opened his mouth to say something else, but instead huffed between his teeth and looked down the road. The exchange left you shocked, looking between the two brothers, struggling to comprehend what Gaster meant.

Not wanting to spark a bigger argument, you tried to distract yourself by pulling the bag with Flowey onto your lap. You opened a zipper, trying to think of something to grab but your curiosity quickly got the better of you. “What… happened?” You asked quietly, loosing interest in the opened bag.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Flowey piped up, his leaves wiggling slightly as he turned in the bottle to face you more. He gave a half laugh, eyes shining. “Everyone knows that having three children is committing suicide. Clearly they decided they’d rather die than take care of the kids they already had-” You heard slight crinkling and immediately saw Flowey’s bottle start compressing, and out of the corner of your eye you saw Gaster’s hand clench. You gasped and grabbed Gaster’s hand, stopping him from using any more magic. You looked up and gulped, seeing his orange haloes burrowing into your eyes at your interruption. You quickly averted your vision before you lost yourself again and looked over to Flowey’s water bottle, seeing an orange glow surrounding it. Flowey had his mouth shut tight as he struggled to look down at the bottle with wide eyes.

“Flowey, say you’re sorry.” You quickly instruct, keeping your grip on Gaster’s hand. Flowey’s expression changed to a more neutral one.

“What? Why? They both know it’s true-”

“Flowey, say you are sorry right now.” You ordered, feeling Gaster’s hand tighten just a fraction. The orange light surrounding the bottle brightened ever so slightly, and another kink appeared on the bottle. The slight crackle caught Flowey’s attention once more, making him lose the neutral attitude.

“Fine, fine! I’m sorry!” He panicked, wiggling and failing to get out of the slowly compressing bottle. The orange light didn’t go away, and you looked back at Gaster.

“Gaster.” You made the mistake of looking into his eyes, and became trapped. The burning rings pulled at you, dragging the seconds by like minutes as reality stretched around them. A small voice in the back of your head was screaming to turn away, to blink, anything, but your muscles only relaxed as you stared transfixed at the magical flames and was pulled deeper in-

He blinked, and his eyes lost the magic that was keeping you hostage. You released the breath you didn’t know you were holding, feeling your chest shaking ever so slightly from your racing heartbeat. You stayed frozen where you were, unable to get your thoughts straight, until Gaster’s haloes glanced at the hand you had holding his. You quickly let go and sat up, pulling your hands together on your lap.

“S-sorry.” You stumbled over the small apology. Gaster adjusted himself in his seat, looking rather annoyed with everything in general. The silence dragged the emptiness of where you were out, bringing the lack of morning birdsongs to your attention.

“The weed is mistaken.”

“Sorry?” You startled slightly when Gaster spoke up again.

“They did not commit suicide. I thought I should clarify, since you seem to take everything to heart.” Gaster added, looking down the road as well. “Humans must be quite different with procreation. Is the practice of having more children not as costly for your kind?”

“N… Not really, well… Having kids costs a lot of money, and most families stick to one or two kids, though I know someone that is the youngest of six kids. But they live with their friends now to get out of the crowded house.” You answered, and Gaster’s brow bone elevated ever so slightly.

“Grand… parents? Interesting, though perhaps that would make sense. You live such short lives, perhaps being able to breed without any repercussions was to counter the likelihood of simply going extinct.” He theorized aloud.

“You guys aren’t the same way, I take it.” You half asked, suddenly remembering back when you chatted with Flowey so long ago under the willow, how he told you that monsters only aged when they had kids. He didn’t expand that though, and you guess it never really registered in your head what exactly that meant. Sans sighed, seeming like he would much rather get this conversation over with. He quickly pulled out his phone, tapping on a doodling app.

“When monsters have a kid, the kid takes some of their Soul energy.” Sans started to explain, drawing an upside down heart on the screen with the grey ink. “When they age, more of that energy goes to the kid so they can grow. Because of that, the parents age as well. Real age has no meaning to our Souls or, by extension, our bodies.” He made a smaller upside down heart off to the side, before making it bigger, and shrinking down the original heart. “A hundred year-old monster with a kid would look ages older than a four hundred year-old monster without kids, so our looks aren’t exactly a good judge for ages.”

“But if the kid dies before the parents do, the parents stop losing their magic and... stop aging.” Flowey added in, surprising you. So that’s why Toriel and Asgore looked slightly older than the average monster…

You thought about what they said, starting to understand what Gaster meant by Sans killing their parents. “So… If two monsters have a child and let it age enough to turn into an adult…?”

“They would age, but be overall they would be fine. A single child is not enough to dust two monsters, otherwise we as a species would have died out long ago. At most, two children becoming adults is the usual circumstance of the parents’ dusting, but they likely would survive a few years more depending on the strain on their bodies. Healthy monsters would be able to have two children reach adulthood and have time to be a family for some time before they could no longer keep themselves together.” Gaster said, and you saw him glance towards Sans. “However, if they create a third child… Well, you cannot make something new when you already ran out of supplies, can you?”

“It’s why I’m short.” Sans wasn’t looking at you, but you could see the drawing on his phone had the original heart crossed out, with two hearts next to it, and a single dot under them. “They didn’t have enough magic left for another full monster, let alone enough to give them a decent amount of HOPE.”

Gaster’s frown grew ever so slightly. “You should consider yourself lucky both you and Papyrus survived and managed to grow despite their dusting. They were incredibly powerful monsters, but even that was not enough to keep them from passing.”

“I’m so… so sorry.” You felt bad for making them have the monster’s version of ‘the talk’ with you now. You had no idea monsters having children was such a big deal. Or how magic could transfer from one to another. Or how old monsters could get without it affecting them- In fact, for living very closely with monsters for the past few weeks and being around them on the surface for the past few months… You had significantly less knowledge than you thought you had about them.

“I never knew them, so it’s not a big deal to me.” Sans said, shrugging and looking down the road again. “It’s him who has any solid memory of a mom or dad. He lived with them for decades; Paps had them for what… six years? I didn’t even get that. It’s what happens to monsters.”

“Still, I’m so sorry I brought it up, I had no idea.” You apologized again, looking at your hands unsure. You glanced at Gaster, and saw him observing you quietly with his mouth in a tight line. His haloes shifted and looked past you, and you turned to see a bus heading in your direction.

“Looks like our ride is almost here,” Sans clicked his phone to the home screen, seeing the time. “A little late, but it’s fine.” He stood up and avoided looking at you. You put the bag down and stood up as well, a heavy feeling in your gut.

“Sans, I-“

“Let’s drop it. We need to get back to the others.” He interrupted, turning around just long enough to zip up the bag and pick it up, so quickly it made Flowey do a little “ooph” sound. You felt Gaster’s hand rest on your shoulders, and you looked up at him.

“Best do what he says.” Gaster hushed, giving you a slight pat before picking up the other bag, and the three of you watched as the bus crossed the road and turned into the small bus stop.

The squeak of the break hurt your ears as the bus finally came to a complete stop, the smell of bad gasoline carrying itself to where you guys were. You let out a small cough, covering your mouth and nose. A few humans scrambled out of the bus, along with a few kids, and a tall woman in a blue outfit held a sign up saying “Follow me!” stepped out behind them. She was wearing a massive smile, though it vanished when she saw you and the brothers.

“Wha- Oh, hello there! There shouldn’t be any tours ending at this time…” It was pretty clear she was confused about your situation, but she tried forcing another smile on her face. You felt a tight hand on your shoulder, but was too focused on trying to come up with a response to the woman.

“We’re locals.” Sans spoke up beside you, voice giving no hint of the distressing conversation you three had moments ago. “Figured we could catch the bus back to town, if it wasn’t too much of a hassle?” He asked, and the woman immediately started nodding.

“Why yes of course! No charge for locals, obviously!” She smiled, and Sans gave a quick nod. The woman looked behind you, seeming like she was concerned about something, but she noticed her tourists were starting to wander and quickly ran after them. “Oh! Please keep together! Follow me now please!”

As the woman walked away you became aware of how tightly Gaster was holding onto your shoulder. You glanced back and had to suppress your jump. Gaster was absolutely seething right now. So much so, you could practically feel the anger radiating from him. …Where those bubbles in his suit?

“Are you okay?” You whispered, snapping Gaster back to reality. His frown lessened and he looked down at you, but he still was looking like he was smelling something unpleasant despite not really having a nose.

“Just peachy.” He uttered, jerking his head towards the bus and pushing you gently. You took the hint and led the skeleton brothers to the doors. The bus driver flipped up his shades to glance at you, slight smile on his face

“Heading to the city?” He asked in a strangely accented voice. You couldn’t place it.

“Yes please.” You replied. He waved a hand at you and you quickly stepped up and moved down the aisles. Gaster and Sans were close behind, following you close to the back. You allowed Gaster the window seat, sitting in the middle while Sans took the inside. Before the three of you even sat down the bus was in motion again, turning and heading towards home.

The bus was fancier than you were used to, it even had a few small tvs on the ceiling. It looked like it was currently on a news show, four humans in suits and dresses sitting around a strangely shaped table talking to each other. The sound wasn’t playing, but you could see the small white words at the bottom of the screen come and go quickly.

Gaster took a loud breath, drawing your attention from the tv. His hands were in fists sitting on his knees, and he was wearing a permanent frown.

“What’s wrong?” You asked. His eyes were focused on the other humans on the bus sitting in front of you, most of them on their phone or reading a book. He glanced at you for a moment, adjusting his shoulders and taking another breath.

“Absolutely nothing.” He half muttered through clenched teeth, not quite selling what he was saying.

“No, something is up. What’s-” You started to ask, but you saw Sans shake his head out of the corner of his eye. You turned to him for an explanation.

“Big G probably isn’t used to the thought of not slaughtering humans,” Sans rolled his eyelights as if what he said was a casual conversation piece. “Isn’t he?” He added sarcastically, leaning forward to look at Gaster.

Gaster’s fingers tapped on his knees rapidly for a moment, jaw adjusting ever so slightly. He looked indecisive on how to respond to that. ”I am sure you would be less comfortable in this situation, had you been raised as I had been.” He said carefully, eyes focusing past you. “Though perhaps I have the right idea about a few of them.” He jerked his chin in the direction he was looking, and you turned to see the news still on the tv. A picture of Mettaton was beside one of the men talking, followed by a heavily pixelated video.

Two girls looked to be taking a selfie in the streets of downtown at night, laughing and saying something excitedly before turning the camera around, showing Mettaton a bit ahead of them surrounded by fans. There was a flash of light and the camera shook as the crowd reacted to something, followed by another flash. One of the fans collapsed onto the ground, the rest scattered as masked men came out of nowhere, grabbing Mettaton. The rest of the video was a blurry mess as the camera owner seemed to run away from the chaos.

The camera changed back to the man and the image of Mettaton, white words appearing under him.

[This was the scene of last night, after Metatton’s daily show. Three fans were seriously injured and police have yet to locate where the TV star Mettaton might be located. Please call the number on screen if you know any more information-]

You had your hands pressed to your mouth, shocked at what happened. Sans didn’t give you the details- he might not have known himself, but you didn’t know it happened right off of the street. Sans shook his head and clenched a fist.

“I… don’t know what we can do,” he looked at you. “We know it was HP, but the weed wrecked the only bar that publicly supported HP members.” Sans glared at Flowey, who looked away.

“You think it’s revenge for wrecking that guy’s face?” You asked, painful memories sparking back to life of an alternate universe where you and Sans died at the anger of the leader.

“He’s probably using that as an excuse, yeah.” Sans thought a bit before mumbling. “Even if we find where Metatton is, it’s not like we can march in there and ask him nicely to be released. There isn’t any way for this to go down without dust being spilled…”

“We’ll figure something out.” You said, but you weren’t entirely sure if you believed yourself.

The bus ride was long, though eventually you found yourself being shaken awake.

“Our stop.” Sans whispered, gently shaking you off his shoulder. You quickly sit up and grab one of the bags, following Sans off of the bus. Before you even had the chance to look around to see where you were, long bony arms wrapped around you and lifted you up, squeezing tightly.

“HUMAN!!!” Papyrus yelled as he spun around, effectively making you quite dizzy.

“Papyrus!” You tried to imitate his volume, letting yourself be a ragdoll in his arms until he set you down. You took a moment to keep your balance, and looked him over. “How are you doing buddy?” You asked, seeing he was wearing casual clothes, rather than his battle armor.

“Physically I am doing quite well. Emotionally I am very much scared for Mettaton’s life. So you know. That.” He awkwardly said, not entirely sure what else he was supposed to say in this kind of situation. You nod, relieved that he was still Papyrus even with all of the stress, if a bit more sobering. “Who is your new friend?”

You turned to see who Papyrus was referring to, seeing Gaster. Gaster’s mouth opened slightly, and a hint of disappointment made its way to his eyes. “Just… a friend.” He said quietly, keeping his distance from everyone.

“Well all help is appreciated,” Alphy’s voice startled you, and you saw her and Undyne close to the bus stop as well. “We’ve been looking for leads all morning, but we think we might have just found one.” She was nerviously knotting her hands together, as usual.

“Yeah? What is it?” Sans asked, interested in why they didn’t update him sooner.

“Probably best if you see it yourself.” Undyne said, motioning everyone down the sidewalk. The six of you walked for awhile, and you recognized you were pretty close to home. In fact, you guys were heading in that direction.

After a little while of walking, you saw why.

Your apartment was absolutely trashed.

#sans days #sans x reader #gaster #self insert #reader insert #I cant believe I finally got another chapter out #I hope you enjoy #please let me know if there are any flaws #and what you think of it!#the next chapters are gonna be tough lol

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heartbreakwarfare-26 · 4 years

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1. What is you middle name? Lee

2. How old are you? 29

3. When is your birthday? In June

4. What is your zodiac sign? Cancer

5. What is your favorite color? Mauve

6. What’s your lucky number? 26

7. Do you have any pets? No sadly

8. Where are you from? Warwick

9. How tall are you? 5'2"

10. What shoe size are you? 8

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? Idk like 10

12. What was your last dream about? Dont remember

13. What talents do you have? Sing, draw, very crafty, cook

14. Are you psychic in any way? I'm very intuitive...

15. Favorite song? Triggered

16. Favorite movie? The little princess

17. Who would be your ideal partner? There's a lot to that

18. Do you want children? I have 3

19. Do you want a church wedding? I could

20. Are you religious? To an extent

21. Have you ever been to the hospital? Yea

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? No thankfully

23. Have you ever met any celebrities? I dont think so

24. Baths or showers? Both

25. What color socks are you wearing? White

26. Have you ever been famous? No

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

28. What type of music do you like? Little bit of everything

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? A long time ago

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 2

31. What position do you usually sleep in? Stomach or side

32. How big is your house? 2 bedroom

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? Coffee

34. Have you ever fired a gun? I own one

35. Have you ever tried archery? Yes

36. Favorite clean word? Perdubidubly

37. Favorite swear word? Fuckin

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? Like an hour lol

39. Do you have any scars? A few

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? Apparently lol

41. Are you a good liar? If I had to be

42. Are you a good judge of character? I believe so

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? I wouldn't put money on it

44. Do you have a strong accent? Nah

45. What is your favorite accent? English?

46. What is your personality type? Sarcastic, outspoken, funny, moody,honest

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? Shoes

48. Can you curl your tongue? Yes

49. Are you an innie or an outie? Innie

50. Left or right handed? Right

51. Are you scared of spiders? No..unless they jump fuck that

52. Favorite food? Tacos or alfredo

53. Favorite foreign food? Indian

54. Are you a clean or messy person? Both

55. Most used phrased? Knock it off

56. Most used word? Really?

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? Depends on where I'm goin

58. Do you have much of an ego? Idk

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? Suck..I like my teeth

60. Do you talk to yourself? Who doesn't

61. Do you sing to yourself? Again who doesn't

62. Are you a good singer? I think so

63. Biggest Fear? Abandonment

64. Are you a gossip? I have

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? Deadpool? Lol

66. Do you like long or short hair? Long

67. Can you name all 50 states of America? Yes

68. Favorite school subject? English

69. Extrovert or Introvert? Extrovert

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? No

71. What makes you nervous? Someone following me

72. Are you scared of the dark? Kinda

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? Not really

74. Are you ticklish? Very

75. Have you ever started a rumor? No

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? Yea

77. Have you ever drank underage? Good times lol

78. Have you ever done drugs? No

79. Who was your first real crush? Who remembers that lol

80. How many piercings do you have? 3

81. Can you roll your Rs?“ yes

82. How fast can you type? Pretty fast

83. How fast can you run? Ide be eatin pretty quickly lol

84. What color is your hair? Redish gray

85. What color is your eyes? Hazel, but they change

86. What are you allergic to? Ignorance

87. Do you keep a journal? I used to

88. What do your parents do? Dad idc, mom is an artist

89. Do you like your age? I'm glad to be alive

90. What makes you angry? Being belittled

91. Do you like your own name? Yea

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? William, owen , arabella

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? I have 2 boys and a girl

94. What are you strengths? I'm emotionally strong

95. What are your weaknesses? My anxiety and depression can consume me

96. How did you get your name? God gave it to my mom wen she woke up after dying on the table

97. Were your ancestors royalty? Idk

98. Do you have any scars? A few

99. Color of your bedspread? Green

100. Color of your room? Blue

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