Thread:Aesthetiiclyy/@comment-35010999-20190831225737/@comment-37896637-20190901011103

for 2 hours you shall sit in my den, tortured by the masterpieces sorounding the area. You fall back as the eyes on one surely move, but you thought you were going crazy. you hear one rattle, and look over to see one shaking.. what emerged from it was horrifying...

A jar of pickles thuds out of the masterpiece, but it was orange.

"Tropical pickles" read the lable. You screamed at it lunged towards you, the glass jar hitting your skin at 100 mph. Your skin blistered as the acid pickles slid across your arms and legs.

you awoke, sweating..

To a jar of Tropical Pickles on your bed side table.