Deviation Actions
Description
"Hello you low loves, I'm more then glad to take Old mans place (Sam). I would just love to say that lets have fun"
Anyways to the reff now
Name: Viktor Wood
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Sexuality: Bi
type of pasta monster: psychopathic killer
Weapons: His powers, (uses his Axe a lot thou)
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Purple and yellow (bags under his eyes)
Illness: Schizophrenia
Other:
-blood is blue
-He uses 100% of his brain
Likes: Blood, dirty kills, working on his axe, meeting new people, doing weed
Dislikes: Sunlight, the cops, bright colors, other drugs, beer,
Background Story
My five year old has been acting very weird, his drawings of blood and gory was nothing a human would do. Just the other week his teacher called saying he was beating a kid for taking his toy away, his father had punished him. But the anger in his eyes sunk my heart, it was like he had no feelings. He told me once he heard voice, but I was thinking it was his young mind just messing with him. He sometimes screams out a words I don't think any human speaks, maybe i should take him to see someone. He tells me that he is bullied in school, and he comes home with bruises and cuts. I went to go talk to the teachers but they told me that they would take care of it.
Don't our sons start flirting when they are 14? My son never brings any friends over, he never asked for a phone and never goes anywhere. He sits in his room doing nothing, i try to get him friends but he just stares at them. For his birthday he did not want to go out with the family, he threw a fit and went in his room. In school he fails, and does not try. He has lack of motivation to do anything, he never smiles anymore. He also lacks any relationships with anyone!
It was his 17 birthday, when i found out he has spikking out on seeing my doctor for the past years. When we started fighting it was like he changed, he picked up the knife and was threatening to kill me. I just cant do this anymore, i need someone to help me.
I shut mothers dairy throwing it into the flames, of her house. The blood ran down my face, I could not help to smirk. “Put the knife down” I load voice came from behind me, I turn facing a few cop cars on the street, they all had their guns pointed at me. When they saw my face they seemed scared, they tighten the grip on the gun. Fools don't even know who they are messing with. I put my hands together, I could feel the rage of the power. I took a small breath running at them, and quickly vanished to a tree house i made. I sat there, and started to laugh “What a fun game” I told myself. Why would my mother think I need help! I am fine!
The thought of my mother trying to drug me up just pissed me off.game used