GUYS OMFG I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING!
THE LONGER I WATCH THE FUNNIER THIS GETS!
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This made me crack up xD Love it.
A much more serine and soft spoken joker.
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~What Lies Ahead~
-Prologue-
If I told you my life story, you'd think it be revenge; an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. I can honestly tell you that it started off that way, until I realised it wasn't sweet enough.
The news reporters, my foster parents- all the voices are repeating themselves. Although the deed of revenge has been paid, the book never closes; its pages becoming thin and dusty like the memories of a time when things were normal.
I lived in the past some time ago, desperately clinging to every scrap of memory from a life I'd taken for granted, the life that was left behind when I was only eight years of age.
My name is Andy and I've become a prisoner of Arkham Asylum.
It wasn't about revenge; the abusive carers, that sex offender and the corrupt police department built me into what I am. After I killed them I thanked them silently for they are the reason that I am- what I am. They gave me an edge, a backbone.
-Prepared me for the cruel world that lay ahead-
…Intro…
~Here to stay~
The guards- one on either side of her- ignored her ear-piercing yells as they walked down the bare halls of Arkham.
"Don't touch me," She hissed, pulling her arm back, letting it snap forwards- punching him in the mouth. Much to her displeasure, she found the other guard was quick to react, grabbing her flailing wrists and pinning them to her back, Andy thrashing angrily about all the while.
A short second later, however, she was suddenly thrown against the freezing walls, with a hand still clamped around her wrists while the other pushed down on her chest, holding her in place.
She blinked rapidly a few times and it was then, that she noticed they weren't alone in the corridor anymore. Two other guards were gradually approaching; they were either side of a man in a straight jacket. The man's mouth quirked into an amused smile as he was dragged past. Her eyes widened and her pulse skittered, going cold. She fell frozen by his intense gaze and her anger seemed to just evaporate.
She felt her hands drop to her sides and she shut down; after all she was never overly keen on straight jackets.
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The Dark Knight - Joker - Marilyn Manson - Sweet Dreams
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