I'm depending on you, so let's not think about it again ~~~
Walking down the path that seems familiar, past a child who's confused, but understood about what's happening. Suddenly, everything is pitch black, as black as the colour black could be. And only thing you can hear, what's this song.
"1, 2, melatonin is coming for you
3, 4, baby, won't you lock the door?
5, 6, I'm done with this
7, 8, it's getting late, so close your eyes, sleep for days"
It felt like you hear this song before, but you can't put your finger on it. So you decided to walk towards the song.
"Hush, little baby, drink your spoiled milk
I'm fucking crazy, need my prescription filled
Do you like my cookies? They're made just for you
A little bit of sugar, but lots of poison, too"
You remember now, you remember the person who tried to kidnap you.
"Ashes, ashes, time to go down
Ooh, honey do you want me now?
Can't take it anymore, need to put you to bed
Sing you a lullaby where you die at the end"
Feeling nostalgic, you remember after being kidnapped, the first thing the person told you to do is to make cookies with milk.
"9, 10, never want to see you again
11, 12, I pull off black so well
Shit behind the curtain that I'm sick of sugarcoatin'
Next time you're alone, think twice when you grab the phone"
Oh, while thinking, the feeling of killing him hits you. While looking in the bag of groceries, you saw a bottle of blue sparkling liquid. You remembered that that's a bottle of rat poison, and you know just what to do with it.
"Ashes, ashes, time to go down
Ooh, honey do you want me now?
Can't take it anymore, need to put you to bed
Sing you a lullaby where you die at the end"
His back, you're scared and nervous. Scared that the plan will back fire. But you know, you're prepared for this.
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