You’re walking through the con
There’s cosplayers around but your phone is dead
Out of the corner of your eye you spot her
Sleepy owl…
She’s following you, about 30 feet back
She gets down on all fours and breaks into a sprint
She’s gaining on you!
SLEEPY OWL.
You’re looking for your booth but you’re all turned around
She’s almost upon you now and you can see there’s troll paint on her face
My god there’s TROLL PAINT EVERYWHERE
Running for life
from Sleepy owl
She’s brandishing a knife
it’s Sleepy owl
Lurking in the hallways
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Living in the frathouse
Sleepyowl
Butt-tuchin for sport
Sleepyowl
Worshiping the Devilll
Actual Satanist Sleepyowl
Now it’s quiet, and you seem to have lost her
But you’re hopelessly lost yourself
Stranded, with a hot pervert, you creep silently through the crowds
Aha! In the distance, a small booth in the artist alley. Hope!
You move stealthily toward it
but your leg, AH! It’s caught in a pentagram!
Gnawing off your leg
Quiet, quiet
Limping to the table
Quite, quiet
Now you’re looking at it
Sitting inside, Sleepyowl
Drawing the Dark Lord
Sleepyowl
But she didn’t see you coming
Sleepyowl
You’re sneaking up behind her
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Fighting for your life with Sleepyowl
Tuchin the butt of Sleepyowl
Pour holy water on herr
Safe at last from Sleepyowl
You limp into the con
Blood oozing from your cursed leg
But you’ve done it
You’ve tuched the butt, of Sleepy0wl