SoyBooru
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gemmy
gemmy
Obsessed pogopea
@Chud: Green hands typed this.
>we plants are 70% green ou algo assim
obsessed zombiestone
You should make Repeater from Mexigemmy next
Gems vs Coalbies
antiswarthy
Gooned to this btw
@chungus_pilled: jimbo alt account
stop force this ugly noon whore
her lips are so ugly
i hate big lips
every normal person doesn't like big lips
her lips are so ugly
i hate big lips
every normal person doesn't like big lips
delete this awful soy
I look like this unironiclly
virilis
korg
jimbrap
no soy fan de epstein o algo
This AI video will be upload on tiktok and Xitter by Brannigers and countrywars lovers.
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He looks like George Harvey from The Lovely Bones
subvariant:jartygemmy
subvariant:jartygemmy
Wtf?! Why did the comment repeat?!
@Smoot: foreshadowing
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@IKillTranferretndHugGators: trvke
Countersignaling furgemmys is brown behavior
Furries are an ancient gemmy tradition. Look up koryos and how Germanic warriors dressed in animal skins
IKillTranferretndHugGators got kicked out of furflamboyant person steamcord for having a furry "goon folder" btw
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The lead animation editor paused and rewound frame by frame. What we saw was horrible. It was a still photo of a dead child. He couldn't have been more than 6. His face was mangled and bloodied, one eye dangling over it, popped. He was naked down to his underwear, his stomach crudely cut open and his entrails splayed out beside him. He was laying on some pavement that was probably a road.
The most upsetting part was that there was a shadow of the photographer, but no crime tape, evidence tags, or markers, and the angle was completely off for a shot designed to be evidence. It would seem they were the person responsible for the child's death. We were, of course, mortified, but pressed on, hoping that this was just a sick joke.
The screen flipped back to Trevor, still sobbing, louder than before, half of his body in the frame. There was now what appeared to be blood running down his face from his eyes. The blood was also done in a hyper-realistic style, looking as if you'd get it on your fingers if you touched the screen. The wind sounded now as if it were that of a gale blowing through the forest; there were even snapping sounds, like of branches. The laughing, a deep baritone, lasted for longer intervals and came more frequently. After about 20 seconds, the screen again twisted and showed a single frame photo.
The editor was reluctant to go back. We all were, but he knew he had to. This time, the photo appeared to be of a little girl, no older than the first child. She was laying on her stomach, her barrettes in a pool of blood next to her. Her left eye was damaged in the same way as the boy, and she was naked, except for underpants. Her entrails were piled on top of her above another crude cut along her back. Again, the body was on the street and the photographer's shadow was visible, very similar in size and shape to the first. I had to choke back vomit, and one intern, the only female in the room, ran out. The show resumed.
About 5 seconds after this second photo played, Trevor went silent. All sound cut out, like it did when the scene started. He put his tentacles down, and his eyes were now done in hyper-realism like the others' were at the beginning of the episode. They were bleeding, bloodshot, and pulsating. He just stared at the screen, as if watching the viewer. After about 10 seconds, he started sobbing, this time not covering his eyes. The sound was piercing and loud; the most fear-inducing thing of all was that his sobbing was mixed with screams.
Tears and blood were dripping down his face at a heavy rate. The wind sound came back, and so did the deep-voiced laughing, this time with a still photo that lasted for a good 5 frames.
The animator was able to stop it on the 4th and backed up. This time, the photo was of a boy about the same age, but the scene was different. His entrails were being pulled out from his stomach wound by a large hand, the right eye popped and dangling, blood trickling down it. The animator proceeded. The next frame was different, but we couldn't tell how. He continued to the next image and it was the same thing. He then went back to the first and played them quicker, and I lost it. I vomited on the floor, the animation and sound editors gasping at the screen. The 5 frames were not 5 different photos; they were frames from a video. We saw the hand slowly lift out the guts, we saw the kid's eyes focus on it, we even saw two frames of the kid beginning to blink.
The lead sound editor told us to stop; he had to call in the creator to see this. Mr. Hillenburg arrived within about 15 minutes. He was confused as to why he had been called down, so the editor just continued the episode. Once the next few frames were shown, all screaming and sound again stopped. Trevor was just staring at the viewer, his face taking up the full frame for about 3 seconds. The shot quickly panned out, that deep voice said "DO IT!", and we saw a shotgun in Trevor's hands.
He immediately puts the gun in his mouth and pulls the trigger. Realistic blood and brain matter splatters the wall behind him and his bed, and he flies back with force. The last 5 seconds of the episode show his body on the bed, on its side, one eye dangling from what's left of his head above the floor, staring blankly at it. Then the episode ends.
The only theory we could think of was that the file had been edited by someone in the chain from the drawing studio to here. The CTO was called in to find out when it'd happened. Analysis of the file did show it was mixed with new material. However, the timestamp of the change was a mere 24 seconds before we began viewing it. All equipment involved was examined for foreign software and hardware as well as glitches, such as if the timestamp was showing us the wrong time, but everything checked out fine. We didn't know what'd happened, and to this day, nobody does.
There was an investigation due to the nature of the photos, but nothing came of it. No child seen was identified and no clues were gathered from the data involved, nor physical clues from the photos. I never believed in unexplainable phenomena before, but now that I've had something happen to me and can't prove anything about it beyond anecdotal evidence, I think twice about things.
I'M
TAKING BACK
THE NUMBER OF THE BEAST
CAUSE 6
IS NOT A PRETTY NUMBER