narwalmilk:

Fun.

Little child is gone!
No one will miss her.
Do they even Know?
Maybe they Know but do not care.

theforgottenstark:

the-servant:

theforgottenstark:

the-servant replied to your post: Oh my god, fuck everyone up the ass with a…

It can be arranged.

…

Shall your little girl go first?

No. 

You do not want her getting rusty, do you?

theforgottenstark:

the-servant replied to your post: Oh my god, fuck everyone up the ass with a…

It can be arranged.

…

Shall your little girl go first?

hemoknight:

I know exactly what you’ve done to Hanna. I’ve heard of your other activities. And still I say, you are as a child in comparison.

how many lives have you ended? how many do you slobber your lardy influence upon? how many have had their innocence and their minds torn to shreds at your eager pudgy little phalanges?

I ask these rhetorically, because I can have the answers delivered to me on a silver platter. I could have the spirits of your victims scream in your ears until you can’t even hear yourself think much less receive input from the deep fried friend. i could have your sleep invaded, your subconscious manhandled until you take a hand drill to your temple in order to relieve the pressure.

or I could just show up and pop your eyes like ripe cherries and forgo the middle men whole sale.

You know of everything I have done to Hanna-boy?
Every cut?
               touch?
                         tug?
                                sample taken?
Do you really think those things will stop me?
That is quite entertaining.

hemoknight:

the-servant:

Inside-out?

Fun!
Let your children watch!
I am sure they will love it!
Master is not a fast food icon.
You must be a new comedian.

see chucklefuck, that’s the thing.

you and your ronald mcdonald jesus are nothing new to us. my newborns would eagerly descend upon you and eat you alive like huge technicolor rodents, to say the very least. its by some good fortune of your grease-gilded master that i’ve been otherwise occupied or held back by humans insisting i do nothing.

but trust me, doughboy, i know you. and i eagerly await the chance that you might slip a toe into my territory, because once you do, your kentucky fried chicken man will be beyond your reach.

Oh, my grey, delusional little friend…

You have no idea of the things Master can do.
You have no idea of the things He allows me to do.
Ask little Hanna-boy!
He Knows!