A man in a plague doctor's mask and lab coat is sitting on a chair next to their bed. He has a glowing bottle in one hand and waves at them with the other.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
A man in a plague doctor's mask and lab coat is sitting on a chair next to their bed. He has a glowing bottle in one hand and waves at them with the other.
A man in a plague doctor's mask and lab coat is sitting on a chair next to their bed. He has a glowing bottle in one hand and waves at them with the other.
Void glares at him "you're cold"
He tilts his head in confusion.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
A man in a plague doctor's mask and lab coat is sitting on a chair next to their bed. He has a glowing bottle in one hand and waves at them with the other.
No matter how far he runs, the door only gets farther away
“Annoying.” He creates a knife of psychic energy in his left hand “Thought you disarmed me, didn’t you?”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
A man in a plague doctor's mask and lab coat is sitting on a chair next to their bed. He has a glowing bottle in one hand and waves at them with the other.
Void glares at him "you're cold"
He tilts his head in confusion.
*old. stupid autocorrect*
He wags his finger at the child "Don't be rude."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
No matter how far he runs, the door only gets farther away
“Annoying.” He creates a knife of psychic energy in his left hand “Thought you disarmed me, didn’t you?”
giggling
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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)
No matter how far he runs, the door only gets farther away
“Annoying.” He creates a knife of psychic energy in his left hand “Thought you disarmed me, didn’t you?”
giggling
“Great.” He sits down a dissipates knife “What do you want? Currently, I’m somewhat willing to talk, if you tell me what you want.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
No matter how far he runs, the door only gets farther away
“Annoying.” He creates a knife of psychic energy in his left hand “Thought you disarmed me, didn’t you?”
giggling
“Great.” He sits down a dissipates knife “What do you want? Currently, I’m somewhat willing to talk, if you tell me what you want.”
Manuka appears in front of him "I just want to talk"
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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)
No matter how far he runs, the door only gets farther away
“Annoying.” He creates a knife of psychic energy in his left hand “Thought you disarmed me, didn’t you?”
giggling
“Great.” He sits down a dissipates knife “What do you want? Currently, I’m somewhat willing to talk, if you tell me what you want.”
Manuka appears in front of him "I just want to talk"
“Knew it was you. Chances are I can’t stab you right now so go ahead. Take a seat. Let’s talk.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
No matter how far he runs, the door only gets farther away
“Annoying.” He creates a knife of psychic energy in his left hand “Thought you disarmed me, didn’t you?”
giggling
“Great.” He sits down a dissipates knife “What do you want? Currently, I’m somewhat willing to talk, if you tell me what you want.”
Manuka appears in front of him "I just want to talk"
“Knew it was you. Chances are I can’t stab you right now so go ahead. Take a seat. Let’s talk.”
"I'm sorry I told her."
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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)
No matter how far he runs, the door only gets farther away
“Annoying.” He creates a knife of psychic energy in his left hand “Thought you disarmed me, didn’t you?”
giggling
“Great.” He sits down a dissipates knife “What do you want? Currently, I’m somewhat willing to talk, if you tell me what you want.”
Manuka appears in front of him "I just want to talk"
“Knew it was you. Chances are I can’t stab you right now so go ahead. Take a seat. Let’s talk.”
"I'm sorry I told her."
“My sister or the woman who put me here? Aria I think her name was.” He says this in a cold, emotionless voice
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
No matter how far he runs, the door only gets farther away
“Annoying.” He creates a knife of psychic energy in his left hand “Thought you disarmed me, didn’t you?”
giggling
“Great.” He sits down a dissipates knife “What do you want? Currently, I’m somewhat willing to talk, if you tell me what you want.”
Manuka appears in front of him "I just want to talk"
“Knew it was you. Chances are I can’t stab you right now so go ahead. Take a seat. Let’s talk.”
"I'm sorry I told her."
“My sister or the woman who put me here? Aria I think her name was.” He says this in a cold, emotionless voice
"both."
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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)
No matter how far he runs, the door only gets farther away
“Annoying.” He creates a knife of psychic energy in his left hand “Thought you disarmed me, didn’t you?”
giggling
“Great.” He sits down a dissipates knife “What do you want? Currently, I’m somewhat willing to talk, if you tell me what you want.”
Manuka appears in front of him "I just want to talk"
“Knew it was you. Chances are I can’t stab you right now so go ahead. Take a seat. Let’s talk.”
"I'm sorry I told her."
“My sister or the woman who put me here? Aria I think her name was.” He says this in a cold, emotionless voice
"both."
He says nothing. Though he seems to be thinking
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
No matter how far he runs, the door only gets farther away
“Annoying.” He creates a knife of psychic energy in his left hand “Thought you disarmed me, didn’t you?”
giggling
“Great.” He sits down a dissipates knife “What do you want? Currently, I’m somewhat willing to talk, if you tell me what you want.”
Manuka appears in front of him "I just want to talk"
“Knew it was you. Chances are I can’t stab you right now so go ahead. Take a seat. Let’s talk.”
"I'm sorry I told her."
“My sister or the woman who put me here? Aria I think her name was.” He says this in a cold, emotionless voice
"both."
He says nothing. Though he seems to be thinking
Manuka puts his hand on his dagger
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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)
No matter how far he runs, the door only gets farther away
“Annoying.” He creates a knife of psychic energy in his left hand “Thought you disarmed me, didn’t you?”
giggling
“Great.” He sits down a dissipates knife “What do you want? Currently, I’m somewhat willing to talk, if you tell me what you want.”
Manuka appears in front of him "I just want to talk"
“Knew it was you. Chances are I can’t stab you right now so go ahead. Take a seat. Let’s talk.”
"I'm sorry I told her."
“My sister or the woman who put me here? Aria I think her name was.” He says this in a cold, emotionless voice
"both."
He says nothing. Though he seems to be thinking
Manuka puts his hand on his dagger
“Don’t even think about it. No one will hear you scream.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
No matter how far he runs, the door only gets farther away
“Annoying.” He creates a knife of psychic energy in his left hand “Thought you disarmed me, didn’t you?”
giggling
“Great.” He sits down a dissipates knife “What do you want? Currently, I’m somewhat willing to talk, if you tell me what you want.”
Manuka appears in front of him "I just want to talk"
“Knew it was you. Chances are I can’t stab you right now so go ahead. Take a seat. Let’s talk.”
"I'm sorry I told her."
“My sister or the woman who put me here? Aria I think her name was.” He says this in a cold, emotionless voice
"both."
He says nothing. Though he seems to be thinking
Manuka puts his hand on his dagger
“Don’t even think about it. No one will hear you scream.”
"Goes both ways" he grins smugly, as you begin to realize that the ears on his hood are not fabric. they are real fox ears, growing from his head.
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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)
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Void is awake in the bed
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
A man in a plague doctor's mask and lab coat is sitting on a chair next to their bed. He has a glowing bottle in one hand and waves at them with the other.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Void glares at him "you're cold"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
He tilts his head in confusion.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*old. stupid autocorrect*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
“Annoying.” He creates a knife of psychic energy in his left hand “Thought you disarmed me, didn’t you?”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
He wags his finger at the child "Don't be rude."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Void hisses at him and starts to get up
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
giggling
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 remains seated and shifts into an ork child, the lab coat no longer fitting "That isn't health."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Great.” He sits down a dissipates knife “What do you want? Currently, I’m somewhat willing to talk, if you tell me what you want.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
Manuka appears in front of him "I just want to talk"
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)
“Knew it was you. Chances are I can’t stab you right now so go ahead. Take a seat. Let’s talk.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"I'm sorry I told her."
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)
“My sister or the woman who put me here? Aria I think her name was.” He says this in a cold, emotionless voice
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"both."
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 says nothing. Though he seems to be thinking
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
Manuka puts his hand on his dagger
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)
“Don’t even think about it. No one will hear you scream.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"Goes both ways" he grins smugly, as you begin to realize that the ears on his hood are not fabric. they are real fox ears, growing from his head.
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)