Skibidi Sigma Skibidi Sigma I got rizz You’re just a gooner I can edge for weeks And you bust in hooters.

I am a sigma, alpha, looksmaxxer You are a beta, gooner, and losemaxxer.

You can never edge like me I’m the best Not a single hair on your chubby filled chest Go to the gym Your negative canthal tilt needs some reps

I can mog you without even trying Fanum tax you and leave you crying Skibidi Sigma Skibidi Sigma

When I look in the mirror, I see reality For it is not the dress, Nor face that define me.

You see what you want to see You see a weak plain girl Who will follow orders And beg for her “majesty”

But that is nowhere from the truth My soul has awaken aflame And I too can act, And destroy those Who bring shame to my name

You fear the truth But I have been enlightened Face reality as I have Or you’ll be forever frightened

So look in the mirror For it will show A god. A demon. Or a fool, But I think you already know

12/3

Dear diary,

what a fine day it is. I just finished school and got home before I froze my ass off from the winter weather that’s rolling in. All my friends have been talking about this Morbius movie that is going to come out next week and they all want to watch it. I’ll see if we can make it a bro’s night and we all watch it together.

12/4

Dear diary,

I brought up the idea and they were all on board! We’re all going to watch Morbius when it comes out on 12/10. I’m pretty excited, we haven’t gotten to all hang out in awhile so this will definitely be fun and refreshing for all of us.

12/8

Dear Diary,

Nothings really been happening so far so sorry for not putting anything in haahaaaa (it’s my diary I can laugh in it if I want to) um but yeah for a little update the bro’s and I are about to watch Morbius in 2 days so yeah! Excited!

12/11

Dear Morbius,

He was so Morbing Morbin’ time. I’m sure he said it’s “Morbin’ time” oh my god what a Morbin’ Morbing Machine. That has to be the Morbest movie I’ve ever Morbed. Everyone in the theatre went MORBIN’ when he went MORBIN’ TIME! I think I’m in love with the Morbing Morb Master Morbius Leto

12/25

MORB MORBIUS,

I SPENT MY FAMILY’S SAVINGS TO WATCH MORBIUS IN THE THEATERS EVERYMORBDAY. I CANT STOP MORBING ALL OVER MYSELF WHEN MORBIUS ENTERS MY EYES AND MORBS ALL OVER THE MORBING SCREEN MORBIUS MORBIUS MORBIUS MORBIUS

1/10

Morbius,

They’re all dead Morbius. I morbed them because they said I couldn’t watch you anymore. I morbed my parents with a Morbing knife. I might go to jail now, but I may be able to see one more showing. Just, say the line. Say to me “it’s Morbin’ time”

I was a child when this happened, maybe around 7. I was in love with this little dinosaur egg toy that I brought with me everywhere.

My mother told me that the egg would hatch into a dinosaur if I put it into water but I didn’t want it to hatch, I wanted to keep the egg just as it was, there was no need for it to change.

Then it happened. The devil spawn itself, my sister. She STOLE my egg and ran to the sink!

I screamed and chased her as fast as I could. When I finally caught up to her it was too late… my beautiful dinosaur egg was in a sink full of water.

I cried and cried, a dinosaur came out of it but I didn’t want it. That egg was everything to me, it made me feel safe, secured, I loved it. And it is gone.

I guess, that was when I learned that even if you love something with all your heart. That even if you try your hardest to resist change and keep things the same, it will ultimately fail.

That was when I learned that…

The things you love are never gonna last

Oh my goodness Oh my gosh There’s a body Who hid it behind moss?

Not my brother Michael He was so kind Who hid him behind moss And fractured his spine?

I heard on the news What an interesting find I hope the killer is found And punished for their crime

I did it I hid that body in the moss I’m afraid that I’ll be punished For a crime I did not cause

I’m so lucky, it’s insane Broke his back, with a cane Now someone else will take the blame I’m so lucky, it’s insane

My grandma Stands across the street It downpours But she still smiles at me.

I love my grandma Don’t you love yours? I see a sweet sweet face Others see a horror.

My grandma loves to go outside And watch people from afar Apparently it scares them Why can’t people see us for who we truly are?

I just moved into this beautiful flat, it has a great view and fits perfectly into my budget. When I was in the middle of moving my belongings into the flat I had my first look at the landlord. He looked rather normal, he was tall, had pale skin, and long black hair. He got noticed me and got closer, that was when I saw that he had scars littering all over his face with the final touch of a nasty snarl.

“You are new here so I’m going to tell you the rules this once and this once only” he said angered as if I killed his dog.

“There will be no pets, nothing loud after 10pm, no vandalizing the property, and absolutely. NO. PLOTTING!” He yelled at my face at the end.

Confused and intimidated I nodded my head, the rules were nothing that strict but they were pretty odd and broad. What did he mean by vandalizing and most importantly why plotting? Plotting what?

He seemed content with my nod so he turned away and walked off into a room. I was shocked but I proceeded into finishing putting away the rest of my luggage.

It was a few hours later, I sat on the floor taking my stuff out the boxes and looked out the window to see that it was dark out, so I assumed it was around 8pm. I was in my room organizing my clothes when I heard whispers. I looked around myself and thought I was going crazy until I looked up and the noises became louder.

“We always go with red what if we try blue this time?” A feminine voice said.

“Remember last time we did anything but red? He just asks like it doesn’t exist!” A man was heard raising his voice while whispering.

“Shh! We can’t be heard “plotting” so lower your voice!” The feminine voice whispered urgently.

I just sat on my bed and listened to the (couple I assumed) talk about a surprise party for friend. It went on for an hour until I heard slow stomps and they stopped talking immediately.

“These walls… these walls are thin, they speak to me when someone doesn’t breaks the rules…”

I was intimidated but also interested as to see what would happen when someone breaks the landlords rules, so I stayed laying on my bed.

I heard tiny steps so I assumed that was the couple as they moved from the room above me to another, being the curious lad that I was I followed.

I made it to the next room when I heard the entrance door open. The slow stomps make its way to room the couple were hiding in. “When I say no plotting. I mean it, now you’ll never plot again…”

That sounded really ominous but I really didn’t think he would kill them.

Until he did.

The screams and tearing of flesh was so loud it was almost like I was in there with them. I grabbed my phone and keys and ran out of the flat as soon as I could and drove away.

I never plotted again.