Haha I told you I was gonna do one didn’t I >:3 Well you all voted for Toxic and Feral so boom have this child of wonder uwu Rules (read them or suffer) -don’t ask to join if you don’t know what a dta is XD -remix this project otherwise I won’t count it as an entry -you may enter as many times as you want, but you can only win one -don’t hate on others OR yourself (I don’t wanna see any “Oh mines terrible I’m totally not gonna win” I know I’m a hypocrite but whatever I don’t care.) -no code word, I trust you uwu Things that will help you win- -spending time on your entry -shading -backgrounds -animation memes -short animations -nOt cHangIng The DeSigN >:0
Name: Professor Age: 16 Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him I don't feel I was particularly alarming on the night that I died. I wasn't myself on that day, and I wasn't myself my whole life. But dying made me realize something. Dying made me realize what I was meant to do, and it highlighted my mistakes. If my life was summed up in a word, it would probably be satire. I was teased and bullied for- well, no reason. I wasn't ugly, wasn't fat, wasn't rude. I was a quiet, shy, and kind person. Not that I was supposed to be. I was bullied my whole life, so when I pulled the plug on my life, it made me realize what jerks they were. How they needed something to slap em' in line. That was me. My name is Professor, and I died from, well, myself. I came back, to get revenge. My back was slit, bones poking out from my spine. To hide my cut face, I wore a bone mask. And the only thing I needed to do now, was 'kick out' the people who made me die.
