Who is there.
It me. Hehehehe.
Whats it been, 5 years almost? Without a buzz. Without a ring. Without a single... fucking... text. Not even a, "How's it been, you dirty no good gutter whore," and then... bzzzt. Bzzzt. Like clockwork.
Got a text.
From myself.
It said, "We are in this bitch,"
And I said, well damn, ain't that pretty.
Knock knock, fuckers, I came to party.
I heard you were hosting, Dia. That's still your name right?
The Dia you met is dead, hon, turned into the Convocation after the Sacramento fire.
ReplyDeleteI am one of four left. I am the original, from the darkest timeline. My name is Jack, but you can feel free to call me Dia. I technically am a Dia.. one of them, at least. The original.
Yes, I'm hosting. We're sponsoring the Valentine's Day Massacre. Second Halloween. Go time of 3AM that night.
Of course, the Culling has already begun in some timelines.
It's up to which timeline you're in.
Hoo hoo, oh man you have really lost it haven't you, I love it. Fresh start, like being a virgin again. You're practically a changed woman, no threats of killing me or mangling my genitals!?
DeleteIf you're asking me to kill something, you already know the answer, big D. Tell Shady I'm bringing waffles.
No threats. No tricks.
DeleteProxy bloodbath.
I'll expect you in 251 within twenty four hours.
I'll bring the good silverware.
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