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Yeah. Another fill, and right next to the other one. I'm on a roll, huh?
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Will Schuester's pain is just so yum yum yum delicious. He isn't even aware of it, and that's so funny, huh? Maybe she even has a pamphlet for it..."So Your Wife Is A Cold and Heartless Bitch". She'd give it to him along with one of those funny sweet little smiles. She made that one up hundreds of years ago for that little girl who wouldn't climb out the window, and it had worked so so well.
The taste of the little girl's fear as she fell to the ground was sweet, but not filling. There was a loud crack as she hit the ground hard, and there was blood. I don't like blood, smell of copper, all messy. When I was born in all of the din of creation, the world was neat and organized. Then the planets and the people had to come, messing it all up. Fortunately, the humans were what I was waiting for. At least I can say now that I'm not bored, if a little irritated at the holy mess that the universe is. The nebulas with all of their disgusting dust, the stars blinking awake (in no particular pattern, despite what the humans say, and all of those silly things.
The times when I'm not gorging on my delicious meals, I clean. It doesn't really feel as good...but I eat quite often, in any case, so it doesn't matter.
Like I was saying, Will Shuester. So much pain, delicious. And it's not only that, it's filling. It took me quite long (since the beginning of time) that death is too quick to be a good meal. So I choose, and I choose carefully. And I giggle to think of the perfect place I've chosen, the perfect body. A little waif, isn't that funny? If you knew what I really look like, your eyes would burn out of your sockets. So choosing this tiny body with the bright eyes, among the hormone laden sea of pain-ridden teenagers...It was like destiny.
By the way...fools believe in destiny, dear. It's a turn of a phrase.
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Will Schuester's pain is just so yum yum yum delicious. He isn't even aware of it, and that's so funny, huh? Maybe she even has a pamphlet for it..."So Your Wife Is A Cold and Heartless Bitch". She'd give it to him along with one of those funny sweet little smiles. She made that one up hundreds of years ago for that little girl who wouldn't climb out the window, and it had worked so so well.
The taste of the little girl's fear as she fell to the ground was sweet, but not filling. There was a loud crack as she hit the ground hard, and there was blood. I don't like blood, smell of copper, all messy. When I was born in all of the din of creation, the world was neat and organized. Then the planets and the people had to come, messing it all up. Fortunately, the humans were what I was waiting for. At least I can say now that I'm not bored, if a little irritated at the holy mess that the universe is. The nebulas with all of their disgusting dust, the stars blinking awake (in no particular pattern, despite what the humans say, and all of those silly things.
The times when I'm not gorging on my delicious meals, I clean. It doesn't really feel as good...but I eat quite often, in any case, so it doesn't matter.
Like I was saying, Will Shuester. So much pain, delicious. And it's not only that, it's filling. It took me quite long (since the beginning of time) that death is too quick to be a good meal. So I choose, and I choose carefully. And I giggle to think of the perfect place I've chosen, the perfect body. A little waif, isn't that funny? If you knew what I really look like, your eyes would burn out of your sockets. So choosing this tiny body with the bright eyes, among the hormone laden sea of pain-ridden teenagers...It was like destiny.
By the way...fools believe in destiny, dear. It's a turn of a phrase.
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TBC
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