Ok...so I had one when I was little bitty. I named him George...he was awesome. Me and my dad was driving down the road and my dad was pumping me up to let George go. He talked and talked...I opened the fucking door to the truck while moving and pushed my best friend out the moving vehicle! Three.. I was fucking three, I remember it plain as I sit here, I said...happy now daddy...I'm alone! I swear on everything this is why I'm so fucked up.
i can only imagine that he is somewhere, becoming real and swearing revenge for you attempting to kill him and leaving him for dead. and he will say, "SKITTLEEEES! I trusted you and you....you were my best friend.....and now, I SHALL DO WHAT I SHOULD HAVE DONE A LONG TIME AGO!!!!" and the will be a huge attack with likes armies and legions and stuff, and then it will be over, George using his last breath to say he loves you, with a swword or spear through his neck. and it will end, and you will cry. and then, roll credits. boom, bitch.
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