I WILL SEE THOSE TOES!

April 10th, 2024, started like any other day as I immersed myself in a game of Counter-Strike. Yet, the ordinary quickly turned eerie when a player named Davy Jones flooded me with messages. Initially playful, his tone took a disturbing turn, fixating on my personal details. Despite the unease creeping in, I pressed on, until Davy's message chilled me to the bone: "I'm curious how your toes look, wanna show?"

Ignoring the discomfort, I focused on the game. But a knock at my door shattered my concentration. My heart raced as I faced Davy Jones in the flesh, his eagerness palpable. Realizing the imminent danger, I dialed the authorities.

Yet, before they arrived, Davy vanished into the drainage system, evading capture. His escape left me haunted, especially as strange noises emanated from the drains that night. Every sound became a reminder of Davy's unsettling fixation, lurking beneath the surface, waiting to satisfy his curiosity, a presence I couldn't shake.

-rep, kills in the back, full toxic

♥♥♥♥♥♥ idiot solo queues cause he has no friends, does nothing for 2 rounds and then abandons match probs cause his mum wants to have a talk with him about being a ♥♥♥♥♥♥ nonce

shut it pig

I have never been more calm in my life my bro. I'm just worried about the state of your mental health. Please if you're feeling depressed seek out a good therapist's. Take care.