T. White Wants to Play

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Marx-12/20/2017
I remember after I learned about child predators and kid papers for the first time I had a really scary nightmare about them

Well scary for someone who just got out of toddlerhood

It was like Halloween in the dream, and I kept getting messages in the mailbox from some guy

His name was like,

Something T. White

NOTTAFITTS-12/20/2017
lmao what is this paper mario

/s go on

Marx-12/20/2017
They were all really nice messages about how he liked to play at the park, and did all the things I liked to do, and how he thought we could be really great friends

And I remembered what my mom was telling me about strangers, and I sort of felt creeped, and just as I was writing him back saying I didn’t want to play with him, another letter came for me

“I’m coming to get you now, I can’t wait to play!” From T. White

At this point, I ran away from home because I knew he was going to get me, and I fucking saw the dude

He wasn’t a real human being, because I guess when I was that age, the idea of someone being so horrible and vile was an inhuman concept, he was like one of my drawings sort of

An outline of a man made with geometrical shapes, with a huuuge smiley toothy grin, and he fucking saw me

I ran for fucking blocks and started pounding someone’s door, it opened and nobody was there, but I tried going inside anyway, but for some reason those assholes rigged the door to kill people with a giant blade if they tried coming in

I ended up yelling at T. White until he finally left me alone, he walked away looking sad

It was weird.