*read the edited version she's just depression napping*
*That's better.*
*She's still giving up on life, though.*
*well she's not alive*
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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) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Felicity, never one to overstay her welcome, leaves the hotel and begins the walk back to the castle. It's a cold, windy night, but she doesn't care. On nights like these, where she can feel the wind, she feels almost alive again. She feels a little bad about leaving before dinner but doesn't want to make Thint worry by being gone for too long. After a while, the wind dies down and Felicity sighs. No matter how hard she pretends to be alive, she's still dead. As she begins to feel sadder, mold grows where it once was and her pace slows.
The farther she walks, the deeper she sinks into her sadness and the more dead she appears. By the time she reaches the outer walls of the castle, she's worse for wear than when she left. In the gardens, hidden by trees and bushes, there's a hole she dug for herself days ago. Never more has she felt more fitting for the grave than now, a ragged specter against the night.
The sun rises, but Felicity does not. She lies in her uncovered grave, passing for a corpse the undertaker never bothered to finish burying. The soil and grass around the pit is stained with decomposition fluid.
She slowly sits up and lets out a long sigh, disappointed she woke up.
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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) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Felicity, never one to overstay her welcome, leaves the hotel and begins the walk back to the castle. It's a cold, windy night, but she doesn't care. On nights like these, where she can feel the wind, she feels almost alive again. She feels a little bad about leaving before dinner but doesn't want to make Thint worry by being gone for too long. After a while, the wind dies down and Felicity sighs. No matter how hard she pretends to be alive, she's still dead. As she begins to feel sadder, mold grows where it once was and her pace slows.
The farther she walks, the deeper she sinks into her sadness and the more dead she appears. By the time she reaches the outer walls of the castle, she's worse for wear than when she left. In the gardens, hidden by trees and bushes, there's a hole she dug for herself days ago. Never more has she felt more fitting for the grave than now, a ragged specter against the night.
The sun rises, but Felicity does not. She lies in her uncovered grave, passing for a corpse the undertaker never bothered to finish burying. The soil and grass around the pit is stained with decomposition fluid.
She slowly sits up and lets out a long sigh, disappointed she woke up.
She can hear the rattling and shuffling of the Three moving round outside the hole.
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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.
Felicity, never one to overstay her welcome, leaves the hotel and begins the walk back to the castle. It's a cold, windy night, but she doesn't care. On nights like these, where she can feel the wind, she feels almost alive again. She feels a little bad about leaving before dinner but doesn't want to make Thint worry by being gone for too long. After a while, the wind dies down and Felicity sighs. No matter how hard she pretends to be alive, she's still dead. As she begins to feel sadder, mold grows where it once was and her pace slows.
The farther she walks, the deeper she sinks into her sadness and the more dead she appears. By the time she reaches the outer walls of the castle, she's worse for wear than when she left. In the gardens, hidden by trees and bushes, there's a hole she dug for herself days ago. Never more has she felt more fitting for the grave than now, a ragged specter against the night.
The sun rises, but Felicity does not. She lies in her uncovered grave, passing for a corpse the undertaker never bothered to finish burying. The soil and grass around the pit is stained with decomposition fluid.
She slowly sits up and lets out a long sigh, disappointed she woke up.
She can hear the rattling and shuffling of the Three moving round outside the hole.
She quiets down. Her hole's well enough hidden behind brambles and fencing that she'd be safe where she was. And even If they looked into the grave, they'd hardly recognize her. They'd only see a body, ready for a burial. That's what she wanted them to see.
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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) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Felicity, never one to overstay her welcome, leaves the hotel and begins the walk back to the castle. It's a cold, windy night, but she doesn't care. On nights like these, where she can feel the wind, she feels almost alive again. She feels a little bad about leaving before dinner but doesn't want to make Thint worry by being gone for too long. After a while, the wind dies down and Felicity sighs. No matter how hard she pretends to be alive, she's still dead. As she begins to feel sadder, mold grows where it once was and her pace slows.
The farther she walks, the deeper she sinks into her sadness and the more dead she appears. By the time she reaches the outer walls of the castle, she's worse for wear than when she left. In the gardens, hidden by trees and bushes, there's a hole she dug for herself days ago. Never more has she felt more fitting for the grave than now, a ragged specter against the night.
The sun rises, but Felicity does not. She lies in her uncovered grave, passing for a corpse the undertaker never bothered to finish burying. The soil and grass around the pit is stained with decomposition fluid.
She slowly sits up and lets out a long sigh, disappointed she woke up.
She can hear the rattling and shuffling of the Three moving round outside the hole.
She quiets down. Her hole's well enough hidden behind brambles and fencing that she'd be safe where she was. And even If they looked into the grave, they'd hardly recognize her. They'd only see a body, ready for a burial. That's what she wanted them to see.
The Three push and shove their way to the pit, silently arguing with each other. They stare down at her. Barber and Onseneir turn to leave before Tailor holds up a claw, causing the others to turn. Tailor reaches down and pulls at Felicity's sleeve, making sweeping and explanatory gestures toward it. The others shake their hooded heads. Tailor crosses its arms and the other two look exasperated. Onsenier recoils and starts gesticulating in a panic as Barber moves to pick Felicity up, one hand to support her head and the other to support her torso.
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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.
Felicity, never one to overstay her welcome, leaves the hotel and begins the walk back to the castle. It's a cold, windy night, but she doesn't care. On nights like these, where she can feel the wind, she feels almost alive again. She feels a little bad about leaving before dinner but doesn't want to make Thint worry by being gone for too long. After a while, the wind dies down and Felicity sighs. No matter how hard she pretends to be alive, she's still dead. As she begins to feel sadder, mold grows where it once was and her pace slows.
The farther she walks, the deeper she sinks into her sadness and the more dead she appears. By the time she reaches the outer walls of the castle, she's worse for wear than when she left. In the gardens, hidden by trees and bushes, there's a hole she dug for herself days ago. Never more has she felt more fitting for the grave than now, a ragged specter against the night.
The sun rises, but Felicity does not. She lies in her uncovered grave, passing for a corpse the undertaker never bothered to finish burying. The soil and grass around the pit is stained with decomposition fluid.
She slowly sits up and lets out a long sigh, disappointed she woke up.
She can hear the rattling and shuffling of the Three moving round outside the hole.
She quiets down. Her hole's well enough hidden behind brambles and fencing that she'd be safe where she was. And even If they looked into the grave, they'd hardly recognize her. They'd only see a body, ready for a burial. That's what she wanted them to see.
The Three push and shove their way to the pit, silently arguing with each other. They stare down at her. Barber and Onseneir turn to leave before Tailor holds up a claw, causing the others to turn. Tailor reaches down and pulls at Felicity's sleeve, making sweeping and explanatory gestures toward it. The others shake their hooded heads. Tailor crosses its arms and the other two look exasperated. Onsenier recoils and starts gesticulating in a panic as Barber moves to pick Felicity up, one hand to support her head and the other to support her torso.
there's no heartbeat, no breath, nothing to suggest she's even 'alive'. *Next part is spoilered b/c gore and decomposition stuff*
the body in his arms is stiff and cold, one of the fingers exposing bone. residue of flesh and stuff line the bottom of the grave.
A gravestone sits at the head of the grave, with a name on it that isn't hers. You begin to doubt that you have the right body
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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) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
The Three push and shove their way to the pit, silently arguing with each other. They stare down at her. Barber and Onseneir turn to leave before Tailor holds up a claw, causing the others to turn. Tailor reaches down and pulls at Felicity's sleeve, making sweeping and explanatory gestures toward it. The others shake their hooded heads. Tailor crosses its arms and the other two look exasperated. Onsenier recoils and starts gesticulating in a panic as Barber moves to pick Felicity up, one hand to support her head and the other to support her torso.
there's no heartbeat, no breath, nothing to suggest she's even 'alive'. *Next part is spoilered b/c gore and decomposition stuff*
the body in his arms is stiff and cold, one of the fingers exposing bone. residue of flesh and stuff line the bottom of the grave.
A gravestone sits at the head of the grave, with a name on it that isn't hers. You begin to doubt that you have the right body
Barber and Tailor don't seem to care, but Onsenier is looking for an excuse to not do this. It splits off, and Tailor hands it a thick book and a shovel. Barber passes Felicity to Tailor, who nearly crumples under the weight despite it not being much. Barber starts chopping down a tree, and while it's distracted Tailor sets Felicity down on the grass and begins measuring her.
At the angle her head is at, she can see Onsenier shuddering and scooping the slime out of the grave in order to dig it deeper.
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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.
A booming bark rattles through the trees as a massive black dog-like humanoid runs up. He sniffs around and glares at the three. "Put the body down, lads," he says in a deep Irish register. "And ah won't have to resort to violence." *church grim church grim church grim*
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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) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
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) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
A booming bark rattles through the trees as a massive black dog-like humanoid runs up. He sniffs around and glares at the three. "Put the body down, lads," he says in a deep Irish register. "And ah won't have to resort to violence." *church grim church grim church grim*
The Onsenier gives a "I told you so" gesture to the others, while the Tailor simply pulls out a flyer depicting a smiling man in a coffin surrounded by the Three. There's text on it talking about how the Gut holds funerals for free if you cannot make it to dinner on time, so your money isn't wasted. The Barber has felled the tree and is sawing it into planks.
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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.
A booming bark rattles through the trees as a massive black dog-like humanoid runs up. He sniffs around and glares at the three. "Put the body down, lads," he says in a deep Irish register. "And ah won't have to resort to violence." *church grim church grim church grim*
The Onsenier gives a "I told you so" gesture to the others, while the Tailor simply pulls out a flyer depicting a smiling man in a coffin surrounded by the Three. There's text on it talking about how the Gut holds funerals for free if you cannot make it to dinner on time, so your money isn't wasted. The Barber has felled the tree and is sawing it into planks.
*the gut? Is this somewhat inspired by the maw of little nightmares* The grim snarls "Out of the graveyard or I'll bury you in it"
*sorry I hyperfixated on slime rancher for too long*
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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) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
A booming bark rattles through the trees as a massive black dog-like humanoid runs up. He sniffs around and glares at the three. "Put the body down, lads," he says in a deep Irish register. "And ah won't have to resort to violence." *church grim church grim church grim*
The Onsenier gives a "I told you so" gesture to the others, while the Tailor simply pulls out a flyer depicting a smiling man in a coffin surrounded by the Three. There's text on it talking about how the Gut holds funerals for free if you cannot make it to dinner on time, so your money isn't wasted. The Barber has felled the tree and is sawing it into planks.
*the gut? Is this somewhat inspired by the maw of little nightmares* The grim snarls "Out of the graveyard or I'll bury you in it"
*sorry I hyperfixated on slime rancher for too long*
*Yup!*
The Three stare at each other. Barber draws a straight razor and Tailor raises a pair of scissors like a 90's horror movie villain, both rushing forward to attack before Onsenier stops them. It moves in apologetic gestures before trying to push the other two out of the graveyard. The Three huddle just outside as the Onsenier starts flipping through the book it was handed and pointing various things out to them, pointing at the grim occasionally.
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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.
A booming bark rattles through the trees as a massive black dog-like humanoid runs up. He sniffs around and glares at the three. "Put the body down, lads," he says in a deep Irish register. "And ah won't have to resort to violence." *church grim church grim church grim*
The Onsenier gives a "I told you so" gesture to the others, while the Tailor simply pulls out a flyer depicting a smiling man in a coffin surrounded by the Three. There's text on it talking about how the Gut holds funerals for free if you cannot make it to dinner on time, so your money isn't wasted. The Barber has felled the tree and is sawing it into planks.
*the gut? Is this somewhat inspired by the maw of little nightmares* The grim snarls "Out of the graveyard or I'll bury you in it"
*sorry I hyperfixated on slime rancher for too long*
*Yup!*
The Three stare at each other. Barber draws a straight razor and Tailor raises a pair of scissors like a 90's horror movie villain, both rushing forward to attack before Onsenier stops them. It moves in apologetic gestures before trying to push the other two out of the graveyard. The Three huddle just outside as the Onsenier starts flipping through the book it was handed and pointing various things out to them, pointing at the grim occasionally.
*i'm threatened by that ngl. Glad I left before dinner. Also, i give characters signature damaging thoughts. Can you guess felicity's?* He pulls a sickle from his tail. "Try it, ladies"
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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) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
The Three stare at each other. Barber draws a straight razor and Tailor raises a pair of scissors like a 90's horror movie villain, both rushing forward to attack before Onsenier stops them. It moves in apologetic gestures before trying to push the other two out of the graveyard. The Three huddle just outside as the Onsenier starts flipping through the book it was handed and pointing various things out to them, pointing at the grim occasionally.
*i'm threatened by that ngl. Glad I left before dinner. Also, i give characters signature damaging thoughts. Can you guess felicity's?* He pulls a sickle from his tail. "Try it, ladies"
*I mean, it seems to pretty much define her character, so yeah.*
The Barber looks enraged for a moment before the other two pull its head back down. The Three turn to face the grim and sidestep away in unison.
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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.
The Three stare at each other. Barber draws a straight razor and Tailor raises a pair of scissors like a 90's horror movie villain, both rushing forward to attack before Onsenier stops them. It moves in apologetic gestures before trying to push the other two out of the graveyard. The Three huddle just outside as the Onsenier starts flipping through the book it was handed and pointing various things out to them, pointing at the grim occasionally.
*i'm threatened by that ngl. Glad I left before dinner. Also, i give characters signature damaging thoughts. Can you guess felicity's?* He pulls a sickle from his tail. "Try it, ladies"
*I mean, it seems to pretty much define her character, so yeah.*
The Barber looks enraged for a moment before the other two pull its head back down. The Three turn to face the grim and sidestep away in unison.
*it's: kindness spent on me is wasted. I always end up where I started*
The grim picks up the body and lays it in the grave. "I've got a bad feeling about those three." he sighs.
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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) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
The Three stare at each other. Barber draws a straight razor and Tailor raises a pair of scissors like a 90's horror movie villain, both rushing forward to attack before Onsenier stops them. It moves in apologetic gestures before trying to push the other two out of the graveyard. The Three huddle just outside as the Onsenier starts flipping through the book it was handed and pointing various things out to them, pointing at the grim occasionally.
*i'm threatened by that ngl. Glad I left before dinner. Also, i give characters signature damaging thoughts. Can you guess felicity's?* He pulls a sickle from his tail. "Try it, ladies"
*I mean, it seems to pretty much define her character, so yeah.*
The Barber looks enraged for a moment before the other two pull its head back down. The Three turn to face the grim and sidestep away in unison.
*it's: kindness spent on me is wasted. I always end up where I started*
The grim picks up the body and lays it in the grave. "I've got a bad feeling about those three." he sighs.
The planks lay nearby, the right sizes and shapes to build a coffin out of. The hole is now a full six-feet deep, and even the gravestone looks less worn.
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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.
The Three stare at each other. Barber draws a straight razor and Tailor raises a pair of scissors like a 90's horror movie villain, both rushing forward to attack before Onsenier stops them. It moves in apologetic gestures before trying to push the other two out of the graveyard. The Three huddle just outside as the Onsenier starts flipping through the book it was handed and pointing various things out to them, pointing at the grim occasionally.
*i'm threatened by that ngl. Glad I left before dinner. Also, i give characters signature damaging thoughts. Can you guess felicity's?* He pulls a sickle from his tail. "Try it, ladies"
*I mean, it seems to pretty much define her character, so yeah.*
The Barber looks enraged for a moment before the other two pull its head back down. The Three turn to face the grim and sidestep away in unison.
*it's: kindness spent on me is wasted. I always end up where I started*
The grim picks up the body and lays it in the grave. "I've got a bad feeling about those three." he sighs.
The planks lay nearby, the right sizes and shapes to build a coffin out of. The hole is now a full six-feet deep, and even the gravestone looks less worn.
"Stupid fixers. Can't let things be how they are." He picks up all the planks and walks away.
on a different, separate note, felicity, once the people are out of earshot, realizes she doesn't know how she's getting out.
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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) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
The church grim is diggin fresh graves in the courtyard of the king, scythe sheathed on his back. He's a tall wolf-ike humanoid with a massive fluffy tail
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*That's better.*
*She's still giving up on life, though.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*well she's not alive*
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)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
*It's the principle of the thing*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She slowly sits up and lets out a long sigh, disappointed she woke up.
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)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
She can hear the rattling and shuffling of the Three moving round outside the hole.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She quiets down. Her hole's well enough hidden behind brambles and fencing that she'd be safe where she was. And even If they looked into the grave, they'd hardly recognize her. They'd only see a body, ready for a burial. That's what she wanted them to see.
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)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
The Three push and shove their way to the pit, silently arguing with each other. They stare down at her. Barber and Onseneir turn to leave before Tailor holds up a claw, causing the others to turn. Tailor reaches down and pulls at Felicity's sleeve, making sweeping and explanatory gestures toward it. The others shake their hooded heads. Tailor crosses its arms and the other two look exasperated. Onsenier recoils and starts gesticulating in a panic as Barber moves to pick Felicity up, one hand to support her head and the other to support her torso.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
there's no heartbeat, no breath, nothing to suggest she's even 'alive'. *Next part is spoilered b/c gore and decomposition stuff*
the body in his arms is stiff and cold, one of the fingers exposing bone. residue of flesh and stuff line the bottom of the grave.
A gravestone sits at the head of the grave, with a name on it that isn't hers. You begin to doubt that you have the right body
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)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Barber and Tailor don't seem to care, but Onsenier is looking for an excuse to not do this. It splits off, and Tailor hands it a thick book and a shovel. Barber passes Felicity to Tailor, who nearly crumples under the weight despite it not being much. Barber starts chopping down a tree, and while it's distracted Tailor sets Felicity down on the grass and begins measuring her.
At the angle her head is at, she can see Onsenier shuddering and scooping the slime out of the grave in order to dig it deeper.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A booming bark rattles through the trees as a massive black dog-like humanoid runs up. He sniffs around and glares at the three. "Put the body down, lads," he says in a deep Irish register. "And ah won't have to resort to violence."
*church grim church grim church grim*
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)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
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)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
The Onsenier gives a "I told you so" gesture to the others, while the Tailor simply pulls out a flyer depicting a smiling man in a coffin surrounded by the Three. There's text on it talking about how the Gut holds funerals for free if you cannot make it to dinner on time, so your money isn't wasted. The Barber has felled the tree and is sawing it into planks.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*the gut? Is this somewhat inspired by the maw of little nightmares*
The grim snarls "Out of the graveyard or I'll bury you in it"
*sorry I hyperfixated on slime rancher for too long*
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)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
*Yup!*
The Three stare at each other. Barber draws a straight razor and Tailor raises a pair of scissors like a 90's horror movie villain, both rushing forward to attack before Onsenier stops them. It moves in apologetic gestures before trying to push the other two out of the graveyard. The Three huddle just outside as the Onsenier starts flipping through the book it was handed and pointing various things out to them, pointing at the grim occasionally.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*i'm threatened by that ngl. Glad I left before dinner. Also, i give characters signature damaging thoughts. Can you guess felicity's?*
He pulls a sickle from his tail. "Try it, ladies"
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)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
*I mean, it seems to pretty much define her character, so yeah.*
The Barber looks enraged for a moment before the other two pull its head back down. The Three turn to face the grim and sidestep away in unison.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*it's: kindness spent on me is wasted. I always end up where I started*
The grim picks up the body and lays it in the grave.
"I've got a bad feeling about those three." he sighs.
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)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
The planks lay nearby, the right sizes and shapes to build a coffin out of. The hole is now a full six-feet deep, and even the gravestone looks less worn.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Stupid fixers. Can't let things be how they are." He picks up all the planks and walks away.
on a different, separate note, felicity, once the people are out of earshot, realizes she doesn't know how she's getting out.
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)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
The church grim is diggin fresh graves in the courtyard of the king, scythe sheathed on his back. He's a tall wolf-ike humanoid with a massive fluffy tail
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)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose