why do i have a feeling that the black thing is actually that guy’s imaginary friend when he was a child. i mean there’s a photo of him when he was a kid and that he basically grew in that house. maybe they used to play around telling stories before but soon left the house as well as that thing. idk but hey this is the only story where my pace of scrolling is slower than a snail
why do i have a feeling that the black thing is actually that guy’s imaginary friend when he was a child. i mean there’s a photo of him when he was a kid and that he basically grew in that house. maybe they used to play around telling stories before but soon left the house as well as that thing. idk but hey this is the only story where my pace of scrolling is slower than a snail