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Streaming today later at like 4-5ish yall gunna be there???

Shout to Ferrari for winning the British Grand Prix!

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Don't Feed Her - Chapter 6 (Warning Scary)

VI
The house grew thick with silence, only being broken by Lilly’s own labored breathes. In the deep, dark corner of the bedroom, stood a woman. Her eyes like a cat’s, reflecting the ambient light of the room as it watched.
Without taking her eyes from the woman’s, Lilly hand reached blindly across the makeshift bedding to get her phone. It kept watching.
Lilly couldn’t get a hold of it, so breaking her sight for just a moment, she grabbed the phone and whipped back to the corner of the room, her flashlight revealingly a wall of peeling paper. She let out a sigh and lowered the beam to the bottom of the bed. Where the woman’s eyes peered up at her.
Lilly’s voice caught, she was glued from terror. She watched as the woman scuttled under the duvet.
The plastic crinkled from the weight of another body in the bed with her. A shape under the sheet moved closer to Lilly’s feet.
Little piggys? The woman whispered.
Lilly slowly lifted the blanket up to see a monstrously aged face smiling up at her. The gnarled teeth, blackened. Lilly’s brain screamed, A Witch!
Suddenly, the witch yelled LITTLE PIGGIES! And chomped down on Lilly’s foot. She screamed out in pain as blood spurted and splattered from the bottom of the bed.
The bite was enough to wake her from her terror filled lock and with a Big Womp! She kicked the witch in the face, stunning her for just a moment, just long enough for Lilly to escape.
Thunder crashed as the sound of something falling rippled through the house. Lilly bounced off the walls trying to find stability. A trail of brilliantly red blood staining the floor behind her.
Reaching the front door, Lilly turned the nob and pushed, only for it to get caught. She screamed, What?! No! as she noticed a broken limb of the willow tree, now planted across the front door, jamming it closed.
Panic rose in her voice Please, Come on! She yelled, slamming against the door with her full weight. It wouldn’t budge.
Giggles of laughter came from down the hall, only growing louder as the witch neared. Lilly was sealed in her own tomb, trapped, cornered with nowhere to go, and as another crack of thunder bellowed through the walls, shifting the whole house. The basement door loosened, creaking itself wide open.
Lilly ran to it, knowing she could probably get out from the storm cellar door, and though she stood at the mouth of the basement, it’s throat all consuming. She knew she had no choice.
As she stepped through the door frame, the witch’s giggles grew silent. Above Lilly read a warning “Don’t Feed Her”. The finger nails used to carve it, still lodged deep in the wooden grooves.

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The hardesst I've ever worked on a video - Coming soon #poppyplaytime

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DONT FEED HER CHAPTER 4 AND CHAPTER 5

Lilly guided her sedan up the unnamed, paved road cautiously. Her knuckles had gone white from gripping the steering wheel, her nails, digging deep into the fatty part of her palms. Any harder, and she’d draw blood.

Each pit, dug out of the earth, dropped her car down in an aggressive Ka-Thump, sending shudders through the floorboards. The last bump sounded deafeningly loud, as a metallic Clunk echoed over the static of the car’s radio.
Her eyes scanned continuously from side to side, looking for any smoother tracks or patches of earth to follow.
Just further up the road, a massive iron gate appeared. Seemingly from nowhere. It was as though the forest gave birth to it. Once polished and shiny, the now rusted gate matched that of the trees around it. It’s lean, sinking it closer to the earth below.
If the gate is this bad… Lilly wondered aloud, What’s the rest of this place look like?
Stepping from her car, the air felt thick and oppressive with the charge of ions building and colliding against each other. The pre storm wind, gently brushed at her auburn hair.
She pawed at the manila envelope, jangling through the different keys. Lilly tried each of them on by one until, with a heavy Click, the padlock let loose.
Lilly dragged the groaning gate with all her might, though she could only pull it so far. Leaving enough space for her car to get through Lilly hoped back in the Honda and followed the trail up to the farm house, completely unaware of the steady dripping coming from the underside of her car.
The farm house stood menacingly tall against the now purple sky. Decades of winters and neglect wearing it down to its bones.
Lilly stood at the front of the sagging deck looking up, suddenly feeling incredibly small against this monster of a property.
A distance, low grumble of thunder rolled across the ridge, snapping her form the state of awe and without further hesitation, Lilly got to work.
The day had already felt long before she had gotten here, but now, Lilly felt like she had been awake for days. The fatigue further set in as she methodically documented the property’s exterior. The shutter’s click filling the empty northern air.
She forced her way through knee high weeds and tangles of grass that not even the toughest of lawn mowers would get through, and as her catalogue of photographs grew, the first light bits of rain started to fall.
Lilly photographed rusted and dangling chains that swung effortlessly from the branches of a tired willow tree, its arms slumped from years of giving shade. A few steps behind that, lay the remains of a collapsed well, bricks scattered across the ground having given up on holding it’s structure years ago.
The rain drops grew heavy, as one of them smacked against her forehead. Lilly wrestled the last of the storm shutters closed and hurried inside. The rising wind chasing behind her.
Squeezing herself through the doorway, Lilly knocked over an old broom, placing it back against the wall lazily, she was unaware that she had left it bristle side up, and as Lilly walked into the front Foyer, she heard the skied break open, unleashing the full weight of the storm.

V

The inside of the house reeked. There were clumps of dust built up along the baseboards, while rot ate away at the floors. Throwing her purse on the kitchen table, the wood let out a tired creak, as one of the legs shifted that held the table up, balanced delicately, moments away from collapse.
Lilly rustled through her purse in search for her inhaler. A preventative measure, knowing well enough that if she stayed here any longer, an asthma attack would be right around the corner.
The plaster was riddled with deep scores like wrinkled leather, as wallpaper dangled loosely in long sheets. Lilly imagined the house to be a dying old man in palliative care, skin sagging and life drained.
When she came to the basement door, the wood had swollen so much, the door was near impossible to open. Throwing her full weight into it, the door stayed stubbornly stuck, unopenable to anyone.
After finishing up, Lilly glanced down at her watch. If I just leave now, she thought, I could make it home before dawn!
The storm wailed, rain pelting down upon Lilly’s head, each drop feeling like a ball of hail. She scrambled down the from stairs and launched into the driver’s seat. Locking the door, she jammed the keys into the ignition and gave it a twist.
The engine roared to life, but before Lilly could shift the car into reverse, the care sputtered to silence.
What?
Trying the ignition again, the car let out a pathetic whir. You have GOT to be kidding me. Lilly said as her car grew lazier with each attempt to start it.
Her eyes flickered down to an amber light blinking back at her on the dashboard. Her skin tightened as she read Gas Empty, from the digital display.
It made no sense, she thought, I went to the gas station! Her voice a worried whine, unaware that the pothole from earlier that sounded a bit too metallic had actually been her gas tank cracking, just enough to empty it’s contents on the front lawn.
After sitting for a moment, Lilly refused to let this be her defeat. She popped into a straight posture and said No worries! A failed attempt at self comfort.
She brought the phone from her lap to call a tow but was met with a no service alert, confirming Arun’s warning from earlier. She was on her own.
For the first house, Lilly really thought she could make it work. She had pulled a scratchy wool duvet from the backseat, leaned her chair back and cozied herself up in an attempt to sleep through the storm.
The dark up in the country wasn’t like anything she had experienced before. It wasn’t the city, which beamed and blasted light into every crevasse and window. There wasn’t the distant sound of honking or a fire truck. She only had the pitch black, starless sky and the sound of heavy rain.
Nope! Lilly said, as she rushed from the car, back into the house.
Kicking her shoes to the side, Lilly took off her wet over clothes. She thought it would be safer to sleep inside.
The master bedroom felt bitter and hostile in the glow of her phone screen. The shadows were long reaching and felt wrong, and as she neared the bed, the sight of the multi colored, stained mattress made her mouth fill with saliva.
Fucking ew! She said, as she pulled black garbage bags from her purse. Spreading them over the mattress in some attempt to give her protection.
At this moment, Lilly truly believed this makeshift tarp to be the world’s most important condom and if it broke, She’d end up a case study from how many diseases this bed would give her.
Despite the fear of venereal diseased, Lilly did manage to close her eyes, if not for just a moment.
Until the sound of something shuffling in the room, sot ice through her veins.

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I have an artist working on some stickers and new emotes right now (Also a new PFP) But I wanted to share what we have so far!

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Check the comment section! I have a surprise for you!!!

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I just wanted to shout out ‪@emotunee‬ ! This last stream was next level because of Emo - Thank you Thank You so so much

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