"Yeah. That's sad. I'm sorry I had to take it since somebody else took away mine." "You need a punch on your face. But since it's mine, I can't punch you" "If you search mine, I promise to give back yours." I go away and return carrying a garland of faces around my neck. None happened to be his. I promptly sever my face from his neck and put it on my neck leaving him headless and writhing in agony. All the heads dance. My neck rejoices. Good morning Spookians 🖤🖤🖤🖤 Collaborate on this prompt and complete the conversation in your own spooky way. Must use #scfacelost to let us discover your write-up. 🧟 #scconversation Font: Mirza Reg (8) #chitshorror
