Ezlo has now committed suicide

It is very cursed

indeed.

Ezlo: *gets a noose* 16 years of suffering will end now, yay

Frost: lemme join you

Thomas: I’m not even angry rn

Ezlo: I cannot exist with eldritch gods, Frigid, Fakie, Ice, and you

Frost: it’s the same for me

Thomas: but everyone likes me-
Bugs: sorry bud but that’s not true

Ezlo: no one likes you

Frost: it’s true

Bugs: I mean I’m your brother but
*thomas shows them his 9million Instagram followers*
Bugs: those are human girls Thomas.

Ezlo: those are alts

Frost: don’t call them humans, they have another name....

Thomas: who you laughing at?

Frost: your stupidity

Thomas: look who’s talking

Frost: at least I am not a narcissist

*Thomas becomes the hulk and roars at ezlo*

Ezlo: Hurt me I dare you

*thomas stomps away*

*Ezlo teleports to him again and stabs him*

Thomas: I wont

*Ezlo stabs him again*

Thomas: *roars in his face*

*Ezlo stabs Thomas again*

Thomas: everyone thinks murderers suck because they kill people.

Ezlo: who thinks I am a murderer? No one

Thomas: and instead of getting help you commit murder? And people say I’m the dumb one

Ezlo: IM TIRED OF THIS WORLD

Thomas: you kill people. Normal people. I’m not talking about frigid. I’m talking about ice and i

Ezlo: you both never deserved to exist

Thomas: that’s the kinda thing a psychopath says

Ezlo: I’m actually sane, you dumbass

Thomas: you suck

Ezlo: only you say that

Thomas: would a sane person kill people and feel good about it?

Ezlo: you guys are evil, and damaging society

Thomas: murderers suck. ANd you are a murderer

Ezlo: said no one ever

Thomas: I’m 15 for gods sake. 15!

*Ezlo says everything evil Thomas has done*

Thomas: the hell did I do you maniac?

Ezlo: RUIN MY LIFE

Thomas: what about those eldritch assholes

Ezlo: THEY ARENT

Thomas: why don’t you go cry to your mommy and daddy before committing murder of a minor

Ezlo: I DONT HAVE THOSE

*he stabs Thomas again*

Thomas: if anything you shouldn’t kill someone you dumbass. That’s what prisons are for

Ezlo: you did enough to earn this

Thomas: yeah right

Ezlo: you did

Thomas: murderer: someone who kills someone else. Seems like that’s what you’re doing

Ezlo: not what I meant dumbass

Thomas: you have serious anger issues

Ezlo: I actually don’t, I’m sick of your shit

Bugs:?
Thomas: no they’re not!
Bugs: when he was still alive, he was very popular. That’s bout it

Ezlo: actually those accounts are dead people

Thomas: Jesus is here? Where?!

*Ezlo stabs him*

Thomas: how did they die?

Ezlo: you know

Thomas: no go***mnit I don’t know

Ezlo: dumbass you know deep down inside

(It did, he’s too dumb to feel pain sometimes)

*Ezlo continues to stab him*

Bugs: he actually doesn’t. He’s too erm mentally challenged to figure it out

Frost: YOU HAVE UNO DUMBASS, that what this is

Ezlo: YOU. KNOW. WHAT. IT. IS

Bugs: let me put this nicely. Everyone’s dead because of the dumb eldritch beings. Let that sink in thomas

Frost: YOU HAVE UN- why did I say that

Ezlo: .....

*thomas throws a rock at her*

*The rock freezes*

Frost: maybe I’ll actually use my magic now

Thomas: go away

Frost: nah

Thomas: right now

Frost: I’m Way older than you so no

Thomas: you suck

Frost: *chuckles* so original am I right?

Thomas: it is very original

*Frost is laughing*

Thomas: bruh

(That should hurt him you idiot)

*thomas is making a derp face*

*Frost slaps him*

Thomas: the hell?

Frost: no derp allowed

Thomas: how?

Ezlo: the people who’s accounts they belonged to died

Thomas: ok?

*Ezlo stabs him again*

Thomas: stop it

*He keeps doing it*

Thomas: you are a nargiskit

Frost: *laughs because of his spelling*

Ezlo: oh my god

Thomas: you’re sounding like a complete psychopath

Ezlo: you are one to talk you homophobe

Thomas:
Oh really?

Ezlo: you are one

Thomas: think what you wanna think

*Ezlo stabs Thomas repeatedly*

(He dead tho)

(I made MEE6 ping me images of King Olly every hour lol)

(Oh god lol)

*thomas just stabs ezlo and then dies*

(Was that a mistake?)

(He accidentally stabbed ezlo lol)

(Hmmmm