𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝔹𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕋𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕪

*drives to Isla sorna*

*Tommy starts crying again, he's scared and doesn't know where you're taking him*

*I throw him to a pack of compies*

*You were deep frying food when Tommy cries out loudly from the couch, wanting to be held. You're startled so much that you spill the pot, dousing your arms and legs with boiling oil. You're shaking from pain and anger as you turn to Tommy, you've had enough of him*

*the rear of the hot oil lands right in his mouth, eyes and hair, burning them and he watches in horror as the still hot pan flies towards him, I also accidentally make a knife fly into the air which it lands onto his body, disemboweled him but keeping him alive, he can't even scream because of the pain*

*You freeze as you see the damage you've done, the oil has burned his face and hair. His eyes are now bloodshot, the knife is lodged in his chest and he's bleeding profusely. You feel your heart drop and you rush over to him*

*You were deep frying food when Tommy cries out loudly from the couch, wanting to be held. You're startled so much that you spill the pot, dousing your arms and legs with boiling oil. You're shaking from pain and anger as you turn to Tommy, you've had enough of him*

*I dump 5 gallons of molten on him*

*The molten instantly melts through Tommy's skin, he screams in pain and tries to run away but the pain is too much. He collapses to the floor, crying and screaming*

*You were deep frying food when Tommy cries out loudly from the couch, wanting to be held. You're startled so much that you spill the pot, dousing your arms and legs with boiling oil. You're shaking from pain and anger as you turn to Tommy, you've had enough of him*

Smc_likes crk:*i dropkick tommy so hard he flies to a 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓵*

*Tommy's eyes widen in shock and his cries turn to screams of pain and fear. You see the anger and fury in his eyes as he gets up, charging towards you.*

*You were deep frying food when Tommy cries out loudly from the couch, wanting to be held. You're startled so much that you spill the pot, dousing your arms and legs with boiling oil. You're shaking from pain and anger as you turn to Tommy, you've had enough of him*

*im a trashcan i don’t have arms or legs and im singing*

*Tommy sees you and immediately tries to reach out to you, wanting to be held*