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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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
*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, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
"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, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
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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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"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, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
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.
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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."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*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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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"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, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
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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O' Great One, I pledge my Blade to you.
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The kid is looking through what's there
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
*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.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Oh i hope you feel better <3
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*Hope you feel better Wendigo.*
Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
O' Great One, I pledge my Blade to you.
Valentine listens intently.
"You can fix things?"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
The boy nods quietly
(can I help at all?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"Yeah, some things. Not everything, though. Only things that belong to the hospital."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*[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.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"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, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
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.
Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
O' Great One, I pledge my Blade to you.
"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.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
(well if you need to vent just send me a pm :> )
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
*Its stupid. I'm fine.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"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.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
(anyone open?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"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, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
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.
Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
O' Great One, I pledge my Blade to you.