You won’t find any Farmers here. You won’t find Timberwolves or Ghosts here, either. There may be a few Stopmens hiding in the rubbish bins, but nowadays Silverfish are the only gang in town. We stomped the rest out. We knifed and spat our way to the top.
Now things feel too quiet. We’ve turned on each other. Just yesterday I found myself thumbing the blade in my pocket while Garbles ran his maw. I did it again when he opened his mouth chewing his cheese fries.
Another day of this and I understand why bears eat their own cubs.
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Title by: ladymegan
Story by: Jeremy
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