Computer Corpse Junji .ᐟ𖤐༻

ever since i was a little girl i kinda knew that i was deeply misunderstood by everyone on an intrinsic level

ayyyyyeeeee who wants me .

“ Idle hands are the death of good will. ” She shook her head, “ But not all are equipped with the strength to carry out swift death. I do not judge. ”

“ Good. Turn every action he does into food for the soul. His very existence shall be what drives you to rise in the morning... ” Liliya pointed at Junji's scars. “ Every fresh mark, for him. Every drop of split blood, yours or not...his. ”

“ Ah, but vat wonderful things are locked behind this. ” A clawed finger tapped Junji's heart twice. This girl wouldn't convert. Liliya knew that in her soul. But...for once, she felt no need to purge the heretic. “ He is your Messiah. You must treat him like one. ”

“ You are blind to it, as many are. ” Liliya stopped when she was in front of her again. “ That is vat we must fix...you must love yourself, before you love another. ”

She didn't give an answer, she just circled around Junji, inspecting every inch of her. A devotee of self flagellation, one that reeked of codependency and a want for emotional support. “ Truly...you are sublime. ”

Liliya's head twisted to the side. “ Vat is your name, little one? Such sweet words... ”

She froze. For a moment, the woman was as still as a statue...before she turned around slowly. “ Thank you. ” She hissed, slinking towards Junji.

no it’s not . 😿

do what . 😿

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it’s sallyin’ time .