Bn: u can't fuckin make me.

Bn: Nothing. *They lied*

Bn: *they pulled out scissors, stabbing their arm with the scissors, blood fuckin everywhere*

Bn: No. *They continued to slit their wrists*

Bn: .. *They pulled out a knife, slitting their wrists* This is fun.

Bn: U can leave if u don't know what to do if u want.

Bn: *They layed down on the ground* mh.

Bn: I don't wanna tell you man.

Bn: idk.

Bn: Mh. *They sat on the ground*

Bn: Mhm..

Bn: Not if u don't want me to, hell no

Bn: I wanna kiss u but ik you'd not like me. Or hate me.

Bn: ..... Bark.

Bn: weird.

Bn: How would u taste it, ur a robot.

Bn: ew. U taste like metal.

U there?

I just wish you'd like me back.

I think i was better off not telling u. I just fucked up my life rn kinda