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Gore. Gore everywhere.
Edit: Lamo, I forgot to do the Thing:
DREAMS ARE A MOVIE THAT PLAY IN YOUR HEAD-

You splashed the water on your face. You couldn't get that Fawns smile out of your head. It seemed like something out of a Horror movie. You sighed and looked up at the mirror. You looked like Shit. You looked back down and saw Maggots in the sink. Your eyes widened and you stepped away from it. The sink was full of Maggots and a red liquid. You felt something wriggling in your arms and you froze, lifting your arms and hesitantly looking down. Your arms both had a long, deep, cut in the center. So deep, that you could probably see your bone and muscles, but you didn't. You saw foam bubbling up (idk if foam happens if a situation like this but just go with it), blood dripping down the sides of your arms, but that wasn't the worst part.

The worst part where the Maggots chewing their way through your arms.

You where always scared of bugs after the Dream with the Dead Deer years ago. You where scared to death. You could feel them moving, feel your flesh being eaten away. You felt like vomiting up your entire stomach. You felt tears running down your face as you dove one of your hands in the opening of one arm and started scraping the Maggots out. They fell to the tile with a wet, disgusting, 'Plop'. But no matter how many Maggots you scraped out, more kept showing up, eating away at your muscle and skin. Your nails scraped against your bone, making you cringe.

" Y/n!"

You turned your head around and saw Heather standing there. " Y/n, what are doing? You're gonna hurt yourself!" She walked over the grabbed your hand away from your arm. She grabbed the part of your arm with the cut, but it was gone. You looked down at your other arm. The Maggots, the foam, the cut. Everything was gone.
But, there where scratch marks and little beads of blood in some of the scratch marks. " Look, you made yourself bleed. C'mon, let's get you to the nurse." Heather scolded you like a Mother would to a Child and pulled you out of the bathroom. No Maggots nor Blood on the floor.
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" And, there you go. Sorry, but since the University is low on money I had to buy the children Bandages." The Nurse apologized after she placed the last SpongeBob printed Bandaid on your arm. The fact that this University didn't brush off minor cuts or Other things surprised you. Back at your old school one kid sprained his ankle when he fell off a tree, but he stayed in the school until the end of the day because it was 'A Learning Experience' for him. You liked this place, it was nice. " It's okay. Honestly the ones that University's normally use are too bland." Heather laughed from beside you. " You have the heart of a child." She punched your shoulder. " Hey, shut up." " Okay girls, go to class." " Okay." You and Heather said in unison, standing up and walking out the door. Once in the hall, Heather shoved her hands in the pockets of her white dress.
" So, why where you scratching your arm up?" You shook your head. " I... I thought a spider bit me." Heather shrugged one shoulder. You took your phone out and pulled up your Gallery. " Wanna see a picture I took yesterday?" " What is it?" " It's of Bambi." (I honestly refer to every Deer I seen as Bambi, even the Deer Heads my uncle has, I refer to them as Bambi. Idk why tho.)
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(AFFTTEERRR SCHOOOOOOL AGGGAAAIIINNNN!)
(Also, this gets a bit personal. By personal, I bring up shaving.)

" CASSIDY! LET ME IN, I NEED TO SHAVE!" " Take one sound of my voice, and tell me that I give a fuck." You groaned. You wanted to wear a dress (or shorts) to the University tomorrow because it was going to be hot as hell Tomorrow. But, you needed to shave your legs. " Cassidy, please. All I need to do is to shave my legs-" " Bitch I'm growing a god damn Mustache, I need this more that you." " It's not noticeable, Cass." You heard something metal hit the Bathroom sink. " Y/n, you know my skin is paler than snow and my hair is Purple, OF COURSE ITS GONNA.... Matter a fact, I'm not listening to this shit. I have my phone and my speaker in this Bitch. After a few moments of silence a My Chemical Romance song blasted from the Bathroom. " Wait, aren't you by the sink?!" You shouted over the music, which wasn't that loud yet. " Yeah, why?" " Cassidy, I can sit on the edge of the tub." The bathroom door opened and Cassidy held an arm over her mouth and nose. " Come in." She said and you walked in, making your way to the Tub. " Why are you covering your mouth and nose?"
" Shaving cream." You mouth 'oh. Right.' and started to fill the tub up with water. When it was nice and warm you rolled the legs on your sweatpants up and stepped in it, sitting down on the edge. " Hey, hand me the Shaving cream." Cassidy picked up the Shaving cream and tossed to you. You caught it, surprisingly, and turned back to face your legs. But you almost dropped the Can.

Your legs had no skin on them from your ankles to your knees, only the Muscle, and Maggots filled the Tub and your Legs. The Maggots where eating away at your muscle, making your legs foam up. Your hands shook violently, and soon your whole body. Cassidy was busy dancing and Lip syncing the song, that she only noticed you're state of fear when she turned around to ask you if you liked the song or her Dancing. When she turned around she had a big goofy grin on her face, but it soon fell when she saw you shaking. " Y/n? Hey, Y/n What's wrong?" She wiped the rest of the Shaving cream off of her face and made her way to your side. She didn't see the Maggots, or the foam, or the bloody water full of Maggots. She just saw you, looking at your legs, and shaking to death. She crouched down beside you, still confused. " Y/n. Hey Dum-Dum, stop it you're freaking me out." You kept shaking, ignoring Cassidy's voice, until something wet splashed against your face. You dropped the Can of Shaving Cream. You gave Cassidy a look of shock because she just got your favorite T-shirt wet.
" Sorry, but you where scaring the shit out of me." She stood up and walked back over to the sink. You looked down at the water. Everything was gone, just like earlier this morning.

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I found that ☝

I also heard that PETA was Shitting on Steve Irwin and Stephen Hillingburg (idk if i spelt his name right) a while back. PETA needs to fucking CHILL

Annywayy, I still working on my Gore writing, I think I did a fairly good job on this chapter because I felt a little sick writing the last bit with Maggots in Y/n's skinned Legs. Idk why tho.

K, I'm done, BAIII