End result of: @fearandflowers.bsky.social
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➤ Dm's open for plotting
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[༝Fight] [༝Act] [༝Item] [༝Mercy]
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↓ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ↓
Pick his nails probably.
Pick his nails probably.
" * No take-backs. "
" * No take-backs. "
" * It's out of my hands. "
" * No take-backs. "
" * It's out of my hands. "
" * It's out of my hands. "
* m' gonna give you another item.
" * Society is a monster, shackling us back. Burn it down, toss it into the antivoid. "
" * Society is a monster, shackling us back. Burn it down, toss it into the antivoid. "
[ A deep breath. ]
* Do not.
" * Society is a monster, shackling us back. Burn it down, toss it into the antivoid. "
" * Burn society. Starting with this sword. "
" * Burn society. Starting with this sword. "
" * I am a free agent, chaos will rain across the airwaves! Knives will fall. "
" * Burn society. Starting with this sword. "
" * I am a free agent, chaos will rain across the airwaves! Knives will fall. "
* Take that as you will.
" * I am a free agent, chaos will rain across the airwaves! Knives will fall. "
Gesturing around himself
" * Yeah I have no idea, I think there's supposed to be a radio tower? "
He freezes, feeling suddenly, frighteningly, stupid.
" * . . . "
They walk over, sinking down onto the doodle bed. He's glad to find it's real, it's all real.
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⋆ okay, but this isn’t gonna hold up forever.
sitting themselves down on the doodle bed. it looks like an optical illusion.
⋆ as i was saying, what happened here? is your whole thing still in progress?
they look around
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He screams, jumping away like the pen would jump to life and bite him! Anything is possible.
Oh, nevermind, it's just a bed. He relaxes, a hand reaching up to touch his bandana, rhythmically they twist the torn edges between two fingers.
" * . . . This is a new one- "
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Gesturing around himself
" * Yeah I have no idea, I think there's supposed to be a radio tower? "
He freezes, feeling suddenly, frighteningly, stupid.
" * . . . "
They walk over, sinking down onto the doodle bed. He's glad to find it's real, it's all real.
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(( i wrote some of the lyrics wrong sorrey...
(( i wrote some of the lyrics wrong sorrey...
" * I really wanted a new stick! What am I gonna do with this, stab people to death? "
" * I really wanted a new stick! What am I gonna do with this, stab people to death? "
* congrats.
* here's your gift.
* a powerful sword.
* apparently it gets sharper the more you hurt people.
* ...
* use it wisely.
" * I really wanted a new stick! What am I gonna do with this, stab people to death? "
Frisk stands stretching his back, there's an audible pop.
" * I'd feel a lot better if I had my shoe, maybe I can borrow yours? Just the left one, I'll give it back later I swear- "
" Probably not? I only saw you uh.. falling. You good? "
They fall face first from the sky, a massive portal closes above them. They sit up after several seconds looking dishevelled.
His vision clears, eyes landing on corss.
" * Oh. Hey. Have you seen my shoe? "
Damn he really needs to get his act together.
Frisk stands stretching his back, there's an audible pop.
" * I'd feel a lot better if I had my shoe, maybe I can borrow yours? Just the left one, I'll give it back later I swear- "