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.
The sounds of dining and laughter join the music, growing louder with Mezzoni's panic.
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.
The sounds of dining and laughter join the music, growing louder with Mezzoni's panic.
"YOU. YOU CAN'T JUST GO AWAY CAN'T YOU." He snarls, taking his axe and hacking at the wall.
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?"
"This is a place for to simply just be." He says and smiles.
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.
The sounds of dining and laughter join the music, growing louder with Mezzoni's panic.
"YOU. YOU CAN'T JUST GO AWAY CAN'T YOU." He snarls, taking his axe and hacking at the wall.
The laughter grows louder, as though a crowd were mocking Mezzoni for his failures. The wall seems to be pure wallpaper, going far deeper than even brickwork would have a right to.
*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
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?"
"This is a place for to simply just be." He says and smiles.
"That doesn't make any sense" her left eye drifts
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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, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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.
The sounds of dining and laughter join the music, growing louder with Mezzoni's panic.
"YOU. YOU CAN'T JUST GO AWAY CAN'T YOU." He snarls, taking his axe and hacking at the wall.
The laughter grows louder, as though a crowd were mocking Mezzoni for his failures. The wall seems to be pure wallpaper, going far deeper than even brickwork would have a right to.
Mezzoni stops and lays his forehead against the wallpaper. "Just stop. Just stop..."
There is a skittering in the walls as the ceiling panels open slightly. "I heard you yelling. I know what that means.."
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?"
"This is a place for to simply just be." He says and smiles.
"That doesn't make any sense" her left eye drifts
"It makes sense once you stay here for days." he said.
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?"
"This is a place for to simply just be." He says and smiles.
"That doesn't make any sense" her left eye drifts
"It makes sense once you stay here for days." he said.
"Ok. Do you need anything from me?"
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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, waluigi’s #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?"
"He hides in the walls like mother... But he is horrible. He wants to ruin me.."
"why?"
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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
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?"
"This is a place for to simply just be." He says and smiles.
"That doesn't make any sense" her left eye drifts
"It makes sense once you stay here for days." he said.
Mezzoni hears a voice in his head. "What's wrong?"
"Someone i very much dislike is back.."
"Well serves you right. I don't know why I am here but I suspect you are to blame. Luckily one of the men in the black outfits found water for me to swim in before I died. Very foolish of you, leaving a fish out of water like that."
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?"
"This is a place for to simply just be." He says and smiles.
"That doesn't make any sense" her left eye drifts
"It makes sense once you stay here for days." he said.
"Ok. Do you need anything from me?"
He shakes his head.
"Okay"
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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, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
The sounds of dining and laughter join the music, growing louder with Mezzoni's panic.
"YOU. YOU CAN'T JUST GO AWAY CAN'T YOU." He snarls, taking his axe and hacking at the wall.
The laughter grows louder, as though a crowd were mocking Mezzoni for his failures. The wall seems to be pure wallpaper, going far deeper than even brickwork would have a right to.
Mezzoni stops and lays his forehead against the wallpaper. "Just stop. Just stop..."
There is a skittering in the walls as the ceiling panels open slightly. "I heard you yelling. I know what that means.."
The laughter and music stop and the Stain lay dormant. Mezzoni can tell that Father, or at least an aspect of Father, is on the other side of the wall from the prickling feeling in the back of his neck.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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"I dunno if we have a place like a pool.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(gotta love messages being marked as spam)
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
The sounds of dining and laughter join the music, growing louder with Mezzoni's panic.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
An MTF pokes his head in, thye one with the playing cards. "I think our team found a place."
*also I forgot to mention, sharky boi here speaks telepathically*
"YOU. YOU CAN'T JUST GO AWAY CAN'T YOU." He snarls, taking his axe and hacking at the wall.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"This is a place for to simply just be." He says and smiles.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The laughter grows louder, as though a crowd were mocking Mezzoni for his failures. The wall seems to be pure wallpaper, going far deeper than even brickwork would have a right to.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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
"That doesn't make any sense" her left eye drifts
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, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"He hides in the walls like mother... But he is horrible. He wants to ruin me.."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Mezzoni stops and lays his forehead against the wallpaper. "Just stop. Just stop..."
There is a skittering in the walls as the ceiling panels open slightly. "I heard you yelling. I know what that means.."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Mezzoni hears a voice in his head. "What's wrong?"
"It makes sense once you stay here for days." he said.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Ok. Do you need anything from me?"
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, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Someone i very much dislike is back.."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"why?"
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
He shakes his head.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Well serves you right. I don't know why I am here but I suspect you are to blame. Luckily one of the men in the black outfits found water for me to swim in before I died. Very foolish of you, leaving a fish out of water like that."
"Okay"
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, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
The laughter and music stop and the Stain lay dormant. Mezzoni can tell that Father, or at least an aspect of Father, is on the other side of the wall from the prickling feeling in the back of his neck.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels