Well, I'm the Chucky doll that will haunt your nightmares, hide in your closet, wait for the cover of night to slit your throat and watch the blood gurgle, slipping, sliding, down your throat.
I'm the quicksand that you will unexpectedly step in, I will **** you in, and you will flail, but I'll just hold you tighter, closer.
I'm your period the one that comes every month to disturb you give you mood swings, hurt you.
I'm the terrorist everyone fears, shooting the innocent down, spreading terror like a pandemic illness, being wanted.
But with all these things, there are always people who love me. Some people are morbidly obsessed with Chucky, looking for quicksand adventures, waiting for their period to help them verify they aren't pregnant, and others just support terrorists. They bring people together.
So even if I slay you in the night, someone will still love me... right?