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CoCrispyy · 31-35, M
Alirghty then, My true identity is unknown, I have been Cocrispy the bird for as long.. long ...long time. When I was growing up I was an outcast, with my gigantic beak I got laughed at and mocked by all my peers. I developed a fancy for a young classmate of mine, she was so pretty , I would try to talk to her everyday online because I was too nervous to in person. She accused me of following her a bit too much and being a bit too obsessed, but she still allowed me to go to her house but while i was there i winked at her and she called me creepy and she made me leave. She broke my little heart and thus put a curse over me, on my journey home I had to cross a bridge and go through the woods. There was a silent stalker on those woods, I did not hear him at first but once I realized he was running at me o fled in fear and I tripped and feel on a log smashing in my front teeth, I blacked out and woke up disoriented in a cage. A silent man in the shadows was staring at me I could see his glaring eyes, he started throwing bird seeds at me , I went to speak but my mouth was swelled up like a balloon so my words came out gargled. He said you look like a baby bird, I wanna take you to the farm. I mumbled out "what" and he said I looked like a bird with my beady little eyes and my big beak, the same tormenting words those little girls would say at me.. "Bird face..bird face ..bird face." AHHH! the torturing voices echoing in my subconscious. He lit a cigar and his face appeared a glare from his spectacles blocked out his eyes. he had a little white moustache and a goatee. He said "I'm the Colonel, I wanna take you to my farm" He then open the cage and dragged be out violently, I kicked and I screamed but to no avail. He struck me with his cane and I was left helpless. He tied me to a chair and grow hot tar all over me.. ah the agony!! then blew feathers all over me. Then I was shoved in a crate with a bunch of chickens and taken to a place called the farm. It is there i spent 9 agonizing years in pitch black silence, afraid everyday If it would be my last, stuck in cockfights and sprayed with hoses. Until the moment came where I took action and I flew the coop. The old bastard tried to subdue me but I stuck my beak right in his cluckin eye. I then used my talons, aka my nails he didn't let me cut for 9 years. and I sliced his freaking head off. Shoved it in a bucket with a side of biscuits..would you like some gravy with that I said.