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It still bothers me that my own mother didn't

  • It still bothers me that my own mother didn't care that I was cutting myself, yet my science teacher did.
  • I was Phase 1 of his plan to put Neosporin out of business. "Let me pour some of my new, mutation-unlikely formula on those cuts," said Mr. Harrison. This parent-teacher conference
  • dawned to an end when the parents got fed up and left. They thought that the school was too weird for them to stay. I was left in the room with Mr R and Dr N. My cuts turned green.
  • A family of flesh eating bacteria moved into my cuts and my it their home. Mr & Mrs Fleshobactmunch were always prompt in paying the rent. It was only when their cousins
  • , Mary and Marvin Maggot moved in did I become a bit concerned. My appearance really began to suffer at that point and even my friends avoided me. There was only one possible cure:
  • I dialed my dear old Aunty Septic, she'd know what it was. "Hello? Aunty? It's me. Seems I'm in a spot of bother here, what with flesh-eating bacteria and maggots and such in my
  • brother's club foot. "That's nice dear." Said Auntie Septic. Her milky blathering made her my least favorite auntie. Not Auntie Ayercroftgunn, she was a pistol. She could
  • Execute anyone who lied to her mafia style, but was my mentor. She taught me never to take bullshit from anyone, just throw it back at them.
  • However, since the flying sharkcat ate both my arms last night in my bed by accident, maybe, flinging bull shit just ain't my style. I went Yakuza and shamed their ancestors until
  • all their subsequent progeny came out consistently twisted and purple. It took years, but it was worth it. And no-one bothered me again. Especially since I was now only a torso.
Started
2013-02-01 13:21:49
Finished
2017-01-19 16:40:45

1 Comments

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    Woab Jan 19 2017 @ 16:44

    The Tale of the Outre Outcast.

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