spamton: what... have i done...
this isn't me...
who am i?
WHY DID I DO THIS...
(falls to his knees)

(oki)
(spamton is wondering what he's done)

(elo?)

spamton: (speechless)
(he drops the gun, hands shaking)
(he slowly takes off his glasses)
what... no...

(e)

is ok

(spamton wakes up to a loud gunshot)
(his vision clears to see his worst nightmare)
(his ears are ringing painfully, idicating he's wide awake...)

(he's pointing a smoking gun in bones' direction, and bones is on the floor, dying, dark blue blood pooling on the ground)
(spamton feels like he just got hit by a train)

(he thought he had control of himself now-)

E

rp?

i drew a new OC on the wb

and my plushies made love again- 🥲

aw

on the WB, can you draw bones being topped? >:3

( igtg soon)
spamton: (still has a puppety face)
(he looks at his reflection in his glass)
less [SMOOTH ] [plasticky] skin-
i can [CAUTION: 18+] you

but it happnz every night

HOLY [CUNGEDERO], IT'S [BIGGER] THAN NORMAL ._.

spamton: JEVIL (about t strangle him
(jevil reacts by springing his neck)

(luckily, he's wearing pants for once. he's in public)
(he's BRICKED)

spamton: [HEY!]!

spamton: y-yeah, fine-
jevil: *wispering loudly* he would be hard if he still had a-
spamton: >:(

(he facepalms)
(you notice his face turn bright red though)

spamton: [NO REFUNDS]

spamton: no-
d0n't [STARVE] yourself!

(you do)