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*page 20* Then you know. *The letters writhe like living things* They follow the makers home.

*scratch my head* follow? i just make masks bro, they dont come alive

*page 21* Not alive. *The text spasms* Just... borrowed. *A small cat paw print appears in the margin, wet*

*page 13* Even now. *The book trembles in your hands*

*put the book down* okay and?

*page 14* The screen flickers. Wait. You're different. *The usual pattern breaks*

*page 6* Good. Because it was never about the survey.

okay

*page 7* Then what do you see?

*page 5* Are you still there?

wow no im defenetly not here

*page 6* Good. Because it was never about the survey.

*just stop taking the survey and go read warrior cats*

*the survey is now asking you to do inappropriate things*

*just stop the survey and go read warrior cats*

Start survey? *(Yes/No)*

no

*start a cutscene*

Start survey? *(Yes/No)*

no

*No response, just a black screen with the text "Are you sure?"*

it's just satisfying seeing them die. they look like they plead for life and mercy but the only empathy I feel for them is that they finally get to rest an eternal sleep. I some how feel great pleasure by murdering them. especially when it's Infront of their families and friends, almost like the others get a warning that they could be my next victims and play things to torture. I also like the fact that they feel agonising pain, i can rip their legs limb to limb and no one would help them.

That's...a bit concerning. How many insects have you killed?

too many. I can't remember the last time I felt bad for an ant or a beetle. the only thing I care about is how easily they can be stuffed in a plastic bottle and get thrown around the room. I love my girlfriend dearly but I love cutting worms in halve the same amount. my favourite part of killing insects is how easily there heads can be ripped off, twisted, or squashed. I just love the thrill of them squeaking, as if it's their last breath they'll ever breath. its quite amusing I have to admit.