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My name is Henry Mills.
Neverland corrupted me.
I am the Dark One.
« at the little joke before turning and ducking my head. I move my head back and forth, side to side; unable to itch my cheek properly.
« you doing here so early?" I can't help but ask. "Granny making it so you can only bearclaws during breakfast hours?" I chuckle »
« of you; I can't help but blink in surprise. #Regina, my other mother was always the first one here. But never you. "What are »
« down into the bed, strapping a straight jacket on me before dragging me from my room. When I'm shove into the chair in front »
« This part of my routine came early today. Maybe this Sunday wouldn't be so bad at all.
I was limp as the guards pushed me »
« taught me was still there. Before the guards even came, I was already dressed, had my breakfast, and was in the middle of reading. »
« want me to be.so, I guess I play the perfect little boy they want me to be.
I was up at dawn today, that little thing #Regina »
« to that Faerie Tale bullshit of 'always be who you are'?
I guess that's just a double standard since I should be what /they/ »
« much they miss me and tell me how I'll get better.
Why can't they understand this is who am I now?
I like me.
What happened »
« up to come see me. Which, wouldn't be so bad, but it was nothing but cheer and fake sadness. Everyone would always tell me how »
【Sunday Fun Day With @OccultDefiance】
I hate Sundays more than any other day of the week. Or year. Every Sunday, everyone would show »
|| I'd love to get some SL's going on this account! Anyone up for doing an AU SL with a Dark Henry? ||
« and what I really was by plunging the dagger into my Grandfather's chest.
The feel of his blood on my hands, followed by »
« tried to find it. Figure out who had it.
It wasn't until Sunday dinner I revealed I had the dagger, showing everyone who »
« they wanted.
For weeks I followed my grandfather until I was able to get the dagger. For weeks more I watched as he »
« For a few months I played the sweet little boy they all wanted. Played them all into believing I was better, giving them what »