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// Dot 
// Story: Of And Dot 
// by not plu 
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“Eugh... ugh...”

“No... no... I... you”

“I...”

“T-Twila?”

“Ugh... yeah?”

“Are you dead... yet?”

“No, I... ah... am I?”

“But I killed you, I won, I won the game.”

“G-game?”

“And I get to go home now, and there will be cake and presents and a nice loving family and always wood for the fire and always food, like yummy stews and fresh fruit-”

“Eurgh... T-Tr-xie?”

“- and never cold or lonely and no beating or cursing, just love, and I get- I get to be you, with all the light and love and everything I always wanted and it’ll be perfect and I’ll be so happy because I won. I killed you. I- I... I won- I won the game, d-didn’t I, Twila?”
“Trixie... ah... Trixie, you- you’re... c-crazy.”

“Crazy?”

“You’re... going... insane?”

“Crazy?”

“Trixie- I...”

“Poor little Trixie, hopped up on pills. Don’t get near her, she’s the one that kills.”

“It... hurts...”

“Poor little Trixie, gonna die alone. How many pedophiles did she bone?”

“Tri-”

“COUNT!”

“Uh, one.”

“Poor little Trixie.”

“Two.”

“Hopped up on pills.”

“Three.”

“Don’t get near her.”

“Four.”

“She’s the one that kills.”

“Fi- TRIXIE!”