*********at 10:24 PM Maddyindiana32 joined the room

Maddyindiana32 “Hi everybody.”

Elvis_fan_4_life “Sup.”


HaTcHeTfAcE

“How’s it going?”

Maddyindiana32

“Okay. Kinda tired, though. Just got done with a huge argument with my teenage daughter. God, she can be so evil sometimes! Lol.”

Elvis_fan_4_life

“Lol…I know what you mean! I have a thirteen year old son and he’s always coming home in a police car. Teenagers are evil.”

Maddyindiana32

“So, where are you from?”


Elvis_fan_4_life

“Tennessee. I visit Graceland once a week.”

Maddyindiana32

You like Elvis, eh? I never got into him myself. I was a Zeppelin fan.”

Elvis_fan_4_life

“Oh, not me, the king is the king.”

Maddyindiana32

“What happened to that Hatchet guy? Is he still online?”

Elvis_fan_4_life

“Yeah…he’s pretty weird, though. We were talking later and I’d ask him a question, but he’d take like three minutes to answer. He’s probably just reading our conversation, that creep.”

HaTcHeTfAcE

“I’d shut your mouth if I was you.”

Elvis_fan_4_life

“Oh yeah? And what if I don’t?”

Maddyindiana32

“Oh, come on. Don’t be fighting.”

Elvis_fan_4_life

“Don’t worry…he won’t answer for another 35 minutes or so. Lol.”

Maddyindiana32

“Well…still, you shouldn’t be mean.”

HaTcHeTfAcE

“Thank you, Miss Maddy.”

Maddyindiana32

“It’s no problem.”

Elvis_fan_4_life

“Oh, so now you two are teaming up. Well, HaTcHeTfAcE, you gonna answer my question?”

HaTcHeTfAcE

“What question was that again?”

Elvis_fan_4_life

“What if I don’t stop talking about you? What the hell are you gonna do about it?”

HaTcHeTfAcE

“I’ll chop your mother’s guts open and feed them to you.”

Elvis_fan_4_life

“Fuck you, ya sick bastard.”

*********at 10:33 PM Elvis_fan_4_life left the room

HaTcHeTfAcE

“Thank God he’s gone.”

Maddyindiana32

“Umm…are you like…sick in the head?”

HaTcHeTfAcE

“Lol…no, I was just sick of him talking smack. In truth, I wouldn’t hurt a fly. Sorry if I scared you.”

Maddyindiana32

“That’s okay, but he didn’t seem that bad to me.”

HaTcHeTfAcE

“Lol…you didn’t hear him before. He was swearing more than somebody waiting in line at the DMV.”

Maddyindiana32

“Lmao! I’m glad he’s gone, then.”

HaTcHeTfAcE

“So, what do you do for a living?”

Maddyindiana32

“I’m a artist. I illustrate books.”

HaTcHeTfAcE

“Really? I never killed an artist before.”

Maddyindiana32

“What?”

HaTcHeTfAcE

“Lol…just kidding.”

Maddyindiana32

“Oh…lol…what do you do?”

HaTcHeTfAcE

“I’m a homicidal maniac (lol jk). I work at a law branch. I don’t want to talk about my job, though, I can’t stand it as it is. Your name is Madison, correct?”

Maddyindiana32

“Yes.”

HaTcHeTfAcE

“Such a beautiful name.”

Maddyindiana32

“Thank you! What’s your name?”

HaTcHeTfAcE

“HaTcHeTfAcE.”

Maddyindiana32

“That isn’t your real name…is it?”

HaTcHeTfAcE

“No…of course not.”

Maddyindiana32

“So, what’s your real name?”

HaTcHeTfAcE

“I don’t want to tell you.”

Maddyindiana32

“Ummm…ok then…”

HaTcHeTfAcE

“Let’s say we talk about something else, okay?”

Maddyindiana32

“Okay. What shall we chat about?”

HaTcHeTfAcE

“I don’t know. Can I ask you a question?”

Maddyindiana32

“Sure.”

HaTcHeTfAcE

“How do you want to die?”

Maddyindiana32

“Excuse me?”

HaTcHeTfAcE

“I asked you ‘how do you want to die?’”

Maddyindiana32

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.”

HaTcHeTfAcE

“Well…I have a duffle bag full of things. I have (of course) a hatchet, a butcher knife, a screwdriver, a Desert Eagle .50, and a sawed off shotgun. So, which one of those wonderful weapons do you want to be killed by?”

Maddyindiana32

“Oh, I get it…another joke. I’m Lmfao, okay? Well, just to be fun, how would you kill me? You don’t even know where I live.”

HaTcHeTfAcE

“I’m in your house, Madison.”

Maddyindiana32

“Oh, yeah? How can you be in my house if you’re on a computer?”

HaTcHeTfAcE

“I’m using you dead daughter’s pink laptop.”

Maddyindiana32

“My daughter isn’t dead.”

HaTcHeTfAcE

“She is now. She’s laying on the white carpet in her room with a puddle of blood leaking out of her head. Her brown hair is a mess! So, you gonna answer my question? How do you want to die? Like your daughter, (I used the hatchet on her), or possibly the sawed off shotgun? You decide.”


*********at 10:45 PM Maddyindiana32 left the room


HaTcHeTfAcE

“Lol…this should be fun…”

*********at 10:45 PM HaTcHeTfAcE left the room

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