A pallid, stitched-together girl sits at a table. She has a scarred face and mismatched eyes. Her blackish-brownish hair is very long and interrupted by a snaking scar.
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When Nicholas opens the box, inside are 2 tanks of water and a humanoid shark person with a breathing apparatus on its mouth, attatched to the water tanks
When Nicholas opens the box, inside are 2 tanks of water and a humanoid shark person with a breathing apparatus on its mouth, attatched to the water tanks
"H-hello..."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigiβs #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
A pallid, stitched-together girl sits at a table. She has a scarred face and mismatched eyes. Her blackish-brownish hair is very long and interrupted by a snaking scar.
Mezzoni opens the door to her room and smiles. "Hello there. Welcome to the sanatorium."
A pallid, stitched-together girl sits at a table. She has a scarred face and mismatched eyes. Her blackish-brownish hair is very long and interrupted by a snaking scar.
Mezzoni opens the door to her room and smiles. "Hello there. Welcome to the sanatorium."
"Hi" she smiles, unusually cheery
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigiβs #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*IM BACK :D. I ABSOLUTELY HATE PSYCHOLOGY CLASSES.*
Mezzoni is downstairs, in the basement. He is in his office, working on paperwork.
Mother is in the walls in the main room.
The assistants are with their patients.
The kid knocks on the door
Mezzoni opens the office and looks down. "You. shouldn't. be. here."
"I know. Where are the stairs up?"
He points to the staircase.
"Thanks. Sorry I came down here"
"You need to run upstairs, now." He said, tone turning frantic
They pale "what's wrong?"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
There is a stain on the wall. It looks like wallpaper, yellow and floral instead of the usual white and blank. It is slowly spreading, and as it does, faint music can be heard from the other side.
A pallid, stitched-together girl sits at a table. She has a scarred face and mismatched eyes. Her blackish-brownish hair is very long and interrupted by a snaking scar.
Mezzoni opens the door to her room and smiles. "Hello there. Welcome to the sanatorium."
"Hi" she smiles, unusually cheery
"Mother will be in shortly to set up your room but for now, would you like to go to the main room?" He asked, two assistants flanking him.
A pallid, stitched-together girl sits at a table. She has a scarred face and mismatched eyes. Her blackish-brownish hair is very long and interrupted by a snaking scar.
Mezzoni opens the door to her room and smiles. "Hello there. Welcome to the sanatorium."
"Hi" she smiles, unusually cheery
"Mother will be in shortly to set up your room but for now, would you like to go to the main room?" He asked, two assistants flanking him.
"Oh, Of course!" SHe gets up
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigiβs #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*IM BACK :D. I ABSOLUTELY HATE PSYCHOLOGY CLASSES.*
Mezzoni is downstairs, in the basement. He is in his office, working on paperwork.
Mother is in the walls in the main room.
The assistants are with their patients.
The kid knocks on the door
Mezzoni opens the office and looks down. "You. shouldn't. be. here."
"I know. Where are the stairs up?"
He points to the staircase.
"Thanks. Sorry I came down here"
"You need to run upstairs, now." He said, tone turning frantic
They pale "what's wrong?"
"HE'S BACK." Mezzoni looks visibly frightened. "Father is back,"
"who is father?"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
There is a stain on the wall. It looks like wallpaper, yellow and floral instead of the usual white and blank. It is slowly spreading, and as it does, faint music can be heard from the other side.
Mezzoni runs up the stairs to the basements, he seems frantic, worried, and scared. He summons his axe into his hands.
A pallid, stitched-together girl sits at a table. She has a scarred face and mismatched eyes. Her blackish-brownish hair is very long and interrupted by a snaking scar.
Mezzoni opens the door to her room and smiles. "Hello there. Welcome to the sanatorium."
"Hi" she smiles, unusually cheery
"Mother will be in shortly to set up your room but for now, would you like to go to the main room?" He asked, two assistants flanking him.
"Oh, Of course!" SHe gets up
he leads her to the main room, a window lit sofa room with very little in it.
A pallid, stitched-together girl sits at a table. She has a scarred face and mismatched eyes. Her blackish-brownish hair is very long and interrupted by a snaking scar.
Mezzoni opens the door to her room and smiles. "Hello there. Welcome to the sanatorium."
"Hi" she smiles, unusually cheery
"Mother will be in shortly to set up your room but for now, would you like to go to the main room?" He asked, two assistants flanking him.
"Oh, Of course!" SHe gets up
he leads her to the main room, a window lit sofa room with very little in it.
She sits down
"What are we doing here?"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigiβs #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigiβs #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
When Nicholas opens the box, inside are 2 tanks of water and a humanoid shark person with a breathing apparatus on its mouth, attatched to the water tanks
"H-hello..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Thank you." He said and nodded.
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Their eyes look around concerned as they sit up, taking out the mouthpiece. "Where am I?"
*i introed*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigiβs #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"You need to run upstairs, now." He said, tone turning frantic
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"Welcome to the asylum. Dont make the staff angry...they wont like it.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Mezzoni opens the door to her room and smiles. "Hello there. Welcome to the sanatorium."
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"Hi" she smiles, unusually cheery
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigiβs #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
They pale "what's wrong?"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
There is a stain on the wall. It looks like wallpaper, yellow and floral instead of the usual white and blank. It is slowly spreading, and as it does, faint music can be heard from the other side.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Mother will be in shortly to set up your room but for now, would you like to go to the main room?" He asked, two assistants flanking him.
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"Wh-what? I'm not supposed to be here, I need water."
"Oh, Of course!" SHe gets up
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigiβs #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"HE'S BACK." Mezzoni looks visibly frightened. "Father is back,"
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"who is father?"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Mezzoni runs up the stairs to the basements, he seems frantic, worried, and scared. He summons his axe into his hands.
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
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he leads her to the main room, a window lit sofa room with very little in it.
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She sits down
"What are we doing here?"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigiβs #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)