Posted Mon Sep 28, 2015 | 549 Words | Tagged tyler posey celeb story for you anon Anonymous workie

You wouldn’t believe this is what was left of Tyler Possey. In fact a lot of people had forgotten about him already after his sudden disappearance. Many presumed he was dead, others thought he just left due to stress. He just called himself ‘Ty’ these days as his mind had slowed down so much it was just easier to say. The silly thing had fell in the mud again, he didn’t mind that much though as all of the guys here loved being as dirty as possible.

It began by him taking a little trip after filming. It was always filming, filming and more filming. He had gotten really sick of it after working hard in college and now all he does is pose, look good and says what he’s supposed to. Sure, his fans loved him but it was really just making him fairly depressed.

That was until he walked past an inviting sign, “Drop-in psychiatrist” and it enticed him as he was thinking about this as he saw it. He was seen to straight away and thankfully he wasn’t that much of a celebrity for anyone here to get really excited about his presence.

The psychiatrist seemed fairly eccentric and typed down everything he was spilling out. She listened thoroughly while he just went on and on about how his career was affecting him. He was incredibly thankful for her not freaking out about anything.

Then when he was finished she clicked through some pages and typed a few things. Finally, she spoke,

“You did the right thing coming to tell someone about this. I’m really glad you came here. We can offer an exclusive programme, bearing in mind it is still fairly experimental but we’ve so far had positive results so far.”

Tyler cut her off, “Sure. I need something”

She then printed off the forms and told him to read them. She knew he wouldn’t, but that would be his problem.

Then he was taken away quite quickly into a blacked out car. He wondered what was going on, but there wasn’t much he could do as he already signed.

In the car, a mask was placed over his mouth. The gas relaxed him as they took off his expensive clothes and threw them into a carrier bag. They were replaced with used gear. They looked distinctly like the kind a farmer would wear.

They threw him out of the car and drove off. He was greeted by a bunch of farm boys who seemed really happy to help him out. He was still a little hazy from the gas and just followed their instructions. The haziness didn’t ware off, it was just his brain turning into mush and accepting the simple life of being on the farm. When the sun setted for the first night, the residents of the house turned the place into a huge orgy and he was so tired and hazy he went along with it.

It wasn’t long before the face had changed from the coating of mud and intense labouring. He enjoyed the farm though and couldn’t think of much else but the farm and his buds.

The woman in the psychiatrist marked the case as “Solved”. Pleased with herself, she eagerly awaited the next person to drop in.