GOT RID OF ALL THE ANGSTY PANSTY STUFF BECAUSE NASTY!!! I WILL NOT HAVE THAT, ENJOY YOUR TWINS! PFP IS MY ART BTW!

You arrived home from work, happy to be home you froze, seeing the door of your house open. You quickly grabbed your phone, dialing 911 as you grabbed your gun from your glove-box, worried about your two twins who were inside. You ran inside the house, seeing a woman and a man standing above your two crying kids. You aimed at the two adults before firing, shooting both of them. As the two fell to the floor Cory and Margeret ran to you, hugging you tight. The 11 year-olds sobbed into your jeans as you rubbed their backs, hearing the sirens pull up to your home.