You reach out to grab something, but you stumble upon your own hand. Your eyes meet the disgusting pile of burned down trees that stick out like a wound from your horrendous flesh. You thought you could forget didn't you? How many times has this happened today? Ten? Fifty? One hundred? One thousand? You are pathetic. Crying over something so small yet so impossible to change. This is your body, get used to it. The bugs won't be leaving any time soon.

1 year ago
Next up
Lol
:D
Moon or something
ten years
Pray for me
happy silksong day
Daniel from Angels of Death
Ye
I was mad that they made Alastor's 2nd form so lame, so here is my art of scary alastor, straight from the fairytales, not just with some goofy ahh tentacles
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