The fact that I'm stuck living with some weirdos is outrageous. I thought it was bad enough to burn in a fire, but no. Instead, I'm scorched to the circuits, sitting in a dark room talking to you.
Ennard told me to answer some stupid questions you readers have been dumbly asking...
Why are you mad?
Do I look like I'm freaking mad right now? I'd rather die than be here...
How come you're in a dark room?
Because Ennard wants to keep me hidden from some other weirdos that are here.
Don't worry. Things will get better soon!
You think? Here I am, waiting for something to happen when it's been... I don't know how long, and you don't want me to worry?
F**k this sh*t, I'm done.
YOU ARE READING
Show Time (Sister Location)
FanfictionIn the daytime...they perform. At night...they take a break from their performances and hang out.
