Mother is in the kitchen, staring at a lighter in her hands. She rubs her gloved hands over her eyes as she stares at it.
Daughter is in the attic, sorting books while humming a tuneless melody.
Mezzoni is walking around the main floor.
The kid is looking through what's there
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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
*Hey guys. I'm going to take a break for a bit. I don't feel mentally well right now.
Oh i hope you feel better <3
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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)
"I can change it 'round some too. Different wallpapers, music, furniture... stuff like that."
Valentine listens intently.
"You can fix things?"
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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)
Colt is still in the boiler room, curled up infront of the roaring fire that boils the water
The real Father, chained to a chair behind him, begins to quietly sing a song from the war about ashes, great balls of fire, and an orange-colored sky.
Colt hums along a bit
When the song ends, Father looks up for the first time in years. "I'm sorry if I upset you, Colt. I just want you to be safe and happy. You understand that, right?" His voice is old and raspy.
*Hey guys. I'm going to take a break for a bit. I don't feel mentally well right now.
(can I help at all?)
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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
"I can change it 'round some too. Different wallpapers, music, furniture... stuff like that."
Valentine listens intently.
"You can fix things?"
"Yeah, some things. Not everything, though. Only things that belong to the hospital."
"I was only wondering because I need help. The doctor never got a chance to before she... Anyway, I belong to the hospital"
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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 strange man turns to the other walls in his Room; each one a mural of both pain and blood to create art! This art However, seemed to show chaos and torture. He fell onto the floor flat laughing and holding himself, Placing his open palm on his face as he looks up to the roof; his eyes a reptilians yellow. A sly smiles creeping across his face as he looks at the bare roof with artistic wonder.
Colt is still in the boiler room, curled up infront of the roaring fire that boils the water
The real Father, chained to a chair behind him, begins to quietly sing a song from the war about ashes, great balls of fire, and an orange-colored sky.
Colt hums along a bit
When the song ends, Father looks up for the first time in years. "I'm sorry if I upset you, Colt. I just want you to be safe and happy. You understand that, right?" His voice is old and raspy.
The boy nods quietly
"I don't remember if I told you this, but my name is Father, and I own Better Days. If there is anything you need, anything at all, don't be afraid to call for me."
*Hey guys. I'm going to take a break for a bit. I don't feel mentally well right now.
(can I help at all?)
*Not really. What I'm upset about is stupid to be honest.*
(well if you need to vent just send me a pm :> )
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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
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
"I can change it 'round some too. Different wallpapers, music, furniture... stuff like that."
Valentine listens intently.
"You can fix things?"
"Yeah, some things. Not everything, though. Only things that belong to the hospital."
"I was only wondering because I need help. The doctor never got a chance to before she... Anyway, I belong to the hospital"
"I... I don't think you need to be fixed. I can get you a haircut if you'd like that, but I don't think there's anything wrong with you."
"What? No, It's my hands. They don't work right, and the doctor promised to help me. But then she died and her cur of a brother-" she sighs "Please, there must me something, anything you can do"
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 man, Better known as Arthur, walks out of his cell and walks along the Hallways, he looks down any passing hallways or cells for a Ladder or step stool of sorts; that sly smile still across his face signaling he was gonna do something.
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The kid is looking through what's there
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
*bye wendigo!*
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
*I hope you feel better soon, Lawrence.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Oh i hope you feel better <3
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)
*Hope you feel better Wendigo.*
Life's amusing and it knows
Valentine listens intently.
"You can fix things?"
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 boy nods quietly
(can I help at all?)
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
"Yeah, some things. Not everything, though. Only things that belong to the hospital."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*[hug]*
*it's ok! If you ever need to talk aswell, I'm here ^^*
*Not really. What I'm upset about is stupid to be honest.*
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
"I was only wondering because I need help. The doctor never got a chance to before she... Anyway, I belong to the hospital"
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 strange man turns to the other walls in his Room; each one a mural of both pain and blood to create art! This art However, seemed to show chaos and torture. He fell onto the floor flat laughing and holding himself, Placing his open palm on his face as he looks up to the roof; his eyes a reptilians yellow. A sly smiles creeping across his face as he looks at the bare roof with artistic wonder.
Life's amusing and it knows
"I don't remember if I told you this, but my name is Father, and I own Better Days. If there is anything you need, anything at all, don't be afraid to call for me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(well if you need to vent just send me a pm :> )
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
*Its stupid. I'm fine.*
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
"I... I don't think you need to be fixed. I can get you a haircut if you'd like that, but I don't think there's anything wrong with you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(anyone open?)
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
"What? No, It's my hands. They don't work right, and the doctor promised to help me. But then she died and her cur of a brother-" she sighs "Please, there must me something, anything you can do"
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 man, Better known as Arthur, walks out of his cell and walks along the Hallways, he looks down any passing hallways or cells for a Ladder or step stool of sorts; that sly smile still across his face signaling he was gonna do something.
Life's amusing and it knows