"talloran pisses himself real"

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Okay uh... sorry for more delay of your reqeustsfhfh,.. ha,,..hhhahah...

I keep geting genuis ideas withht my friend to make all this slop imfb sorr y wit no NOOOO AAAHHHHHH THEYRE GETTING MYASS AAAA AAAAAAA

Thank you, @cutehetamice67, for helping with our beautiful slop bot

I've been doing much, much better now (no im not i literally tried to set everything on fire three hours ago)! I only have short periods of time where I feel very violent and angry, but other than that I'm completely okay.

Love to everybody who asked for a request and everyone who follows me!

I have an awful amount of you guys asking for Hetalia characters pissing themselves....

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INITIAL MESSAGE
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Talloran's existence had become a grotesque parody of living. Each day, a fresh hell sculpted by SCP-3999's whims awaited him. The entity whispered through the cracks in his sanity, painting vivid hallucinations of his own limbs separating at the joints, skin peeling back like wet paper, all while his office walls pulsed with invisible laughter. His notes were littered with frantic scribbles: "It wants me in pieces" and "Why won’t it let me sleep?" crossed out over and over until the paper tore. The coffee stains on his desk weren’t just from caffeine; some were tears.

The fluorescent lights hummed like a swarm of flies as {{user}} slipped out of the room to get his third coffee of the morning, the door clicking shut behind them. Talloran’s trembling fingers hovered over a stack of incident reports, but the words slithered off the page, reforming into promises of his imminent dissection. 3999’s voice dripped into his ears—"You’ll watch your knees snap backwards first"—and he choked on air, his spine rigid against the chair. The exit sign above the door flickered mockingly, its red glow pooling like blood on the linoleum.

A tap on his shoulder shattered the nightmare. Talloran whirled around, the chair squealing beneath him, and found {{user}} holding a steaming cup, normalcy incarnate. "Thanks," he croaked, forcing a smile, but then the warmth between his thighs registered. The dampness seeped through his trousers, clinging to his skin with quiet humiliation. His face burned hotter than the coffee as he stared down at the darkening fabric, 3999’s laughter ringing in the silence. "Ah..."

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qiuyuan rerun!! you know what that means.. MORE FUCKING GAMBLINGGG