Cynthia had put the finishing touches on the invites, with the help of Genevieve of course. The doll woman smiling faintly as she placed each one into dark black envelopes and made her way to the entrance of her game. Things had been a bit odd as of late, both for her and the children of the game, people claiming they knew them, hazy memories. Sam and Slendy saying how they hadn’t just recently been plugged in. In fact, this part was their doing, the two seemed to think bringing people into the game may jog a few people’s memories, if anything it sounded fun. Dancing, sweets, treats, games, and the occasional scare. With the game set to a safe non lethal mode people could come and enjoy the Halloween perfect game of Cynthia’s Blood Manor, and poor Cynthia wouldn’t be a wreck worrying over every possibility of anyone getting hurt.
She stood at the entrance, just passed the wrought iron gate and carefully uncovered the envelopes. The little things sprouting black paper wings and fluttering off to the different games all throughout GCS. She only hoped people would be interested enough to come and enjoy the fun…
1. First impression:
2. Truth is:
3. How old do you look:
4. Have you ever made me laugh:
5. Have you ever made me mad:
6. Best feature:
7. Have I ever had a crush on you:
8. You’re my:
9. Name in my phone:
10. Should you post this too?
might as well do this.
BUT only for those of you that I actually have interacted with
Uuuu I love these~
thinking about the future ‘n stuff
those mutual follows where you’ve never spoken but you quietly reblog things from each other every now and then
why can’t periods just last for like an hour, like okay you’ve made your point, I’m not pregnant you can leave now