^ I've, uh...
^ I've obsessed over this case for... years...
^ Every moment of every day....
^ Spent trying to hunt you down...
^ So why can't I remember?
^ Am I crazy?
+ No! No-no. No, no, no, no!
+ My friend, you are NOT crazy.
+ Don't let anyone ever tell you that you're crazy.
+ Y-you're just too focused on the minutiae of it--
+ The details, the who killed who, the who slept with who.
+ It- you're not focusing on the big picture.
^ It's impossible to know things that haven't happened yet.
+ Yes, exactly!
+Just like it's impossible to survive a bullet through the heart.
*faint, echoing gunshot*
*piano song from the final scene of Who Killed Markiplier starts playing*
^ This was all a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from.
^ My heart was pounding Morse code in my ears, but I never learned the language.
^ My mind was like a hamster ball rolling down the freeway.
^ No matter how fast I went I couldn't keep up with the flow.
^ It was my first year of Clown College all over again and I--..
+ No, no, nope, nope, nope, no
+ No drifting off just yet.
+ Listen, friend.
+ It was a bit of a shock for me, too.
+ Life needed a bit of madness but...
+ why should death be any different?
+ But I think the stress is getting to you a little bit. You need to unwind.
+ You- you're a freshly born fawn, trying to find your legs in the world that doesn't make sense.
+ So, just for tonight...
+ Let's forget about all the chasing, and the killing, and the shooty shooty bang bang, "God, you're a murderer!"
*chuckles*
+ And just for tonight...
+ Why don't we...
+ ... have a little fun?
*upbeat music starts to play*
YOU ARE READING
Wilford 'MOTHERLOVING' Warfstache
RandomGood evening ladies and gentleman and of COURSE all other configurations of being! My name is Wilford Warfstache and BOY Do we have a good guest for you tonight- Stop. Jesus-
