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✧⌣⌯⌢⠀⌈⠀𝕾𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐒 𝕮𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐔𝐒 𝕬𝐋𝐁𝐔𝐒.⠀⌋
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⠀⠀deltarune oc // wip.

⠀/ /⠀dark world / fountain making will be involved. i just need to get designs done first...
November 17, 2025 at 7:56 AM

⠀/ /⠀although i do wanna make a small thing soon to establish a new premise besides ' local deer is screaming in agony every other post ' , i wanna make his story progress very soon
November 17, 2025 at 7:56 AM

⠀/ /⠀okay syayy!! Yyay
November 14, 2025 at 6:24 PM

⠀⠀[ CW over. heed the warnings before opening please. ]
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[ . . . something says he won't be leaving this distressing cross of a dark world for a while. ]
November 14, 2025 at 6:19 PM
[ this

felt more real than the last few times.

the twilight's influence undoubtedly, he guesses quickly, and searches for light anywhere in sight,

but nothing.

nothing but void and hungry red glares cast 'pon him. ]
November 14, 2025 at 6:19 PM
[ not render consciousness from this point on.

` You have already failed, `

the wolfish figure purrs into his ear, as he stares down at the broken antlers in his hands, eyes rushing with unnatural tears without a sound,

` You don't need them. `

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November 14, 2025 at 6:19 PM
Ggghhck —

[ he slumps forward. he's breathing hard, but all he feels is his throat close with each inhale. the grasp on him doesn't let up, coiling as though it coils over his lungs.

it squeezes.

it, with it's devilish canines, dig into his shoulder. punishment, he's aware, that would + ]
November 14, 2025 at 6:19 PM
[ and with not even a scream to save he,

in both hands

torn

bleeding

golden

antlers. ]
November 14, 2025 at 6:19 PM
[ they guide

hands like a caress

to SNAP. ]
November 14, 2025 at 6:19 PM
[ claws

clasp around his wrists. ]
November 14, 2025 at 6:19 PM
[ 𝑪𝑹𝑹𝑹𝑹𝑹𝑹𝑹𝑲. ]
November 14, 2025 at 6:19 PM
[ tug ,

closer ,

tug ,

until ,

t — ]
November 14, 2025 at 6:19 PM
[ the shade stares with malicious eagerness. ]
November 14, 2025 at 6:19 PM
[ he can't move. ]
November 14, 2025 at 6:19 PM
[ pure

black

tears

stain the light fur down his muzzle.

the silent begs of mercy.

the formation of a beast growing more, more, more, until it overtakes everything he can see.

his little heart races, but at this point,

he couldn't feel his own blood in his veins. ]

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November 14, 2025 at 6:19 PM