The Creepypasta Containment Agency (Sign ups and RP)

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    She put her head on the bars, "Nope" she said and looked up, her red eyes still looking sad

    "I think Poison Gas works on her." Michael said. "Although I'm not sure."

    "I think that's what her personal files say." He replied. "But she still feels the pain, a bit." Michael said.

    " Ello Nightmare." Oliver waved, smiling.
    Tory was still growling at Garrison.

    Night smirked, "Hey Oli" she said and turned back, "Aww ain't you smart?" She cooed and stuck her younger out at him. Acting like a normal 17 year old for once

    He kept stroking Tory's ears.

    (*Yawns*)
    (how would I throw poor hoody into this madness?
    andwhatdoidowith52whereis'angel)

    Tory started to calm down.
    Oliver smiled.

    52 Sighed as he began to patrol the halls. What an unusual day. I'll have to report this! He thought to himself. meeting with 'angel was odd as it was. but her....taunting him? should have expected it.


    (hoody is void right now :-U)

    Michael noticed 52 and looked over at him, thinking he was on the CP side. "What're you doing out of your cell?"

    52 flinched, thinking it was another CP pleading for his help.
    He slowly placed his hand on the knife in its holder on his belt.
    He was going to CUT this stupid 'pasta.

    52 threw the knife in your direction. But almost fainted when he saw another person.
    "DUCK" He yelled hoarsely.

    The knife glided just past your head, missing your ear by a centimeter.
    52 held where his mouth would be and make a squeak of terror.

    "OKAY! YOU WERE TALKING TO ME!" He yelled in terror. "Okay, so you're NOT a CP. Who are you?" He asked.

    52 went to talk, but tasted the usual metallic taste he had grown to get used to.
    He held up his two hands, on the left he held up five fingers, on his right he held up two.


    (999th post XD)