He shudders. As does the barn. "I would have. And if I missed, the sound alone would have... done bad things."
The smiling coon's body turns around to match his head, "Really? Mistake sticks have always been grand drumbeats to my ears." You see his black hand shaped paws are full of beans.
"The sound wouldn't have hurt you, but some things are drawn to gunshots. Loud noises. Distress. Pain. Even a sudden quiet could draw it out."
"That's exactly why I call them mistake sticks. They have a tendency to make very drastic, irreversible mistakes." He winks one green eye, holding it close. In the shadows it gives a strange reeling, disorienting effect as the symmetry of his face is thrown off as all you can see is one green eye and a terribly wide grin that seems ready to tip over at any moment.
"Exactly. I hate using the thing, but it's better than being completely defenseless." He takes a step back. "Now, what do you want? You mentioned catching a human before. I was planning on doing that soon. Would you like to help and take the spoils?"
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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.
*would a little girl undead/plant thing be at home here? asking for a friend.*
*That sounds perfect for this thread, actually.*
Somewhere deeeeeep in a dark part of the woods, in a shallow hole, sits a little undead girl in a tattered victorian dress
She hears a rustling sound and footsteps, both human and animal. A glistening black nose on a long red snout sniffs over the hole a moment before disappearing.
She shudders and hides, laying down in the grave-shaped hole
You hear a soft humming wash over you, like a sudden breeze. The humming continues as the human footsteps stop and you hear the papery rattle of a shaking tree branch.
She peeks a little bit up
You see a towering man with his backed turned towards you. His shoulders are draped in a goose feather cloak and his bare, muscular arms reach into the branches. His hair is made of red maple leaves and his feet are clad in birchbark boots. He is holding a paint brush which he uses to spread orange, yellow, and red paint up across the wings of green leaves. Three large Fox Hounds lay lazily at his feet. Their yellow eyes are all fixed on you.
"The sound wouldn't have hurt you, but some things are drawn to gunshots. Loud noises. Distress. Pain. Even a sudden quiet could draw it out."
"That's exactly why I call them mistake sticks. They have a tendency to make very drastic, irreversible mistakes." He winks one green eye, holding it close. In the shadows it gives a strange reeling, disorienting effect as the symmetry of his face is thrown off as all you can see is one green eye and a terribly wide grin that seems ready to tip over at any moment.
"Exactly. I hate using the thing, but it's better than being completely defenseless." He takes a step back. "Now, what do you want? You mentioned catching a human before. I was planning on doing that soon. Would you like to help and take the spoils?"
"Human hunting? I reckon they might be better than these beans of mine. I was just having a look round your barn in the hopes of finding a spigot or trough to warsh my beans." He opens his closed eye but the off balance, unnerving feeling returns as he winks the other one.
"The sound wouldn't have hurt you, but some things are drawn to gunshots. Loud noises. Distress. Pain. Even a sudden quiet could draw it out."
"That's exactly why I call them mistake sticks. They have a tendency to make very drastic, irreversible mistakes." He winks one green eye, holding it close. In the shadows it gives a strange reeling, disorienting effect as the symmetry of his face is thrown off as all you can see is one green eye and a terribly wide grin that seems ready to tip over at any moment.
"Exactly. I hate using the thing, but it's better than being completely defenseless." He takes a step back. "Now, what do you want? You mentioned catching a human before. I was planning on doing that soon. Would you like to help and take the spoils?"
"Human hunting? I reckon they might be better than these beans of mine. I was just having a look round your barn in the hopes of finding a spigot or trough to warsh my beans." He opens his closed eye but the off balance, unnerving feeling returns as he winks the other one.
"I have a sink inside the house." He points behind him with his thumb. "I'll let you use it. But don't go into the barn again. It might not be sleeping next time."
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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.
*would a little girl undead/plant thing be at home here? asking for a friend.*
*That sounds perfect for this thread, actually.*
Somewhere deeeeeep in a dark part of the woods, in a shallow hole, sits a little undead girl in a tattered victorian dress
She hears a rustling sound and footsteps, both human and animal. A glistening black nose on a long red snout sniffs over the hole a moment before disappearing.
She shudders and hides, laying down in the grave-shaped hole
You hear a soft humming wash over you, like a sudden breeze. The humming continues as the human footsteps stop and you hear the papery rattle of a shaking tree branch.
She peeks a little bit up
You see a towering man with his backed turned towards you. His shoulders are draped in a goose feather cloak and his bare, muscular arms reach into the branches. His hair is made of red maple leaves and his feet are clad in birchbark boots. He is holding a paint brush which he uses to spread orange, yellow, and red paint up across the wings of green leaves. Three large Fox Hounds lay lazily at his feet. Their yellow eyes are all fixed on you.
She lays still as the dead to make him not notice her.
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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 sound wouldn't have hurt you, but some things are drawn to gunshots. Loud noises. Distress. Pain. Even a sudden quiet could draw it out."
"That's exactly why I call them mistake sticks. They have a tendency to make very drastic, irreversible mistakes." He winks one green eye, holding it close. In the shadows it gives a strange reeling, disorienting effect as the symmetry of his face is thrown off as all you can see is one green eye and a terribly wide grin that seems ready to tip over at any moment.
"Exactly. I hate using the thing, but it's better than being completely defenseless." He takes a step back. "Now, what do you want? You mentioned catching a human before. I was planning on doing that soon. Would you like to help and take the spoils?"
"Human hunting? I reckon they might be better than these beans of mine. I was just having a look round your barn in the hopes of finding a spigot or trough to warsh my beans." He opens his closed eye but the off balance, unnerving feeling returns as he winks the other one.
"I have a sink inside the house." He points behind him with his thumb. "I'll let you use it. But don't go into the barn again. It might not be sleeping next time."
"That'd be mighty appreciated." He says opening his eye and restoring balance to the world. Or at least the part of the world that holds his face. He holds a bean filled paw up to his ear and lets them roll down his fingers and into his head. Then he falls down onto all fours and begins walking directly at you, grinning all the while. "Ain't never heard of no slumbering barns before. Sounds strange to my ears, but maybe that's just the beans."
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 lays still as the dead to make him not notice her.
The man doesn't turn and look behind him but the dogs watch you languidly. The man then plucks a large, freshly painted leaf from a twig and shakes it. Somewhere in the motion the leaf is replaced with a scarlet cardinal that flutters from his fingers and lands on the ground right next to you with a chirp. "Little girl," says the leaf painting man finally turning around, "Holes are for seeds, moles, and the dead. What are you doing down there?"
"The sound wouldn't have hurt you, but some things are drawn to gunshots. Loud noises. Distress. Pain. Even a sudden quiet could draw it out."
"That's exactly why I call them mistake sticks. They have a tendency to make very drastic, irreversible mistakes." He winks one green eye, holding it close. In the shadows it gives a strange reeling, disorienting effect as the symmetry of his face is thrown off as all you can see is one green eye and a terribly wide grin that seems ready to tip over at any moment.
"Exactly. I hate using the thing, but it's better than being completely defenseless." He takes a step back. "Now, what do you want? You mentioned catching a human before. I was planning on doing that soon. Would you like to help and take the spoils?"
"Human hunting? I reckon they might be better than these beans of mine. I was just having a look round your barn in the hopes of finding a spigot or trough to warsh my beans." He opens his closed eye but the off balance, unnerving feeling returns as he winks the other one.
"I have a sink inside the house." He points behind him with his thumb. "I'll let you use it. But don't go into the barn again. It might not be sleeping next time."
"That'd be mighty appreciated." He says opening his eye and restoring balance to the world. Or at least the part of the world that holds his face. He holds a bean filled paw up to his ear and lets them roll down his fingers and into his head. Then he falls down onto all fours and begins walking directly at you, grinning all the while. "Ain't never heard of no slumbering barns before. Sounds strange to my ears, but maybe that's just the beans."
"It's not the barn you need to worry about. It's what lives under it. But that's a story for another day." Aeon walks to his house at an average speed, which is actually pretty brisk considering his usual slow stride.
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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.
"Human hunting? I reckon they might be better than these beans of mine. I was just having a look round your barn in the hopes of finding a spigot or trough to warsh my beans." He opens his closed eye but the off balance, unnerving feeling returns as he winks the other one.
"I have a sink inside the house." He points behind him with his thumb. "I'll let you use it. But don't go into the barn again. It might not be sleeping next time."
"That'd be mighty appreciated." He says opening his eye and restoring balance to the world. Or at least the part of the world that holds his face. He holds a bean filled paw up to his ear and lets them roll down his fingers and into his head. Then he falls down onto all fours and begins walking directly at you, grinning all the while. "Ain't never heard of no slumbering barns before. Sounds strange to my ears, but maybe that's just the beans."
"It's not the barn you need to worry about. It's what lives under it. But that's a story for another day." Aeon walks to his house at an average speed, which is actually pretty brisk considering his usual slow stride.
"A hex sign might could do you good." The smile follows after your footsteps, easily keeping pace so that he is always blanketed in your shadow. "For what reason and what rhyme were you planning on catching a man for?" the coon asks conversationally.
"Human hunting? I reckon they might be better than these beans of mine. I was just having a look round your barn in the hopes of finding a spigot or trough to warsh my beans." He opens his closed eye but the off balance, unnerving feeling returns as he winks the other one.
"I have a sink inside the house." He points behind him with his thumb. "I'll let you use it. But don't go into the barn again. It might not be sleeping next time."
"That'd be mighty appreciated." He says opening his eye and restoring balance to the world. Or at least the part of the world that holds his face. He holds a bean filled paw up to his ear and lets them roll down his fingers and into his head. Then he falls down onto all fours and begins walking directly at you, grinning all the while. "Ain't never heard of no slumbering barns before. Sounds strange to my ears, but maybe that's just the beans."
"It's not the barn you need to worry about. It's what lives under it. But that's a story for another day." Aeon walks to his house at an average speed, which is actually pretty brisk considering his usual slow stride.
"A hex sign might could do you good." The smile follows after your footsteps, easily keeping pace so that he is always blanketed in your shadow. "For what reason and what rhyme were you planning on catching a man for?" the coon asks conversationally.
"Thanks for asking, but it's really a private matter. If you must know, all of his flesh must be eaten, and his bones buried in the stink pit beneath the town. I'm going after a specific man. Well, men, but I don't expect to catch more than one at a time." Aeon walks with a noticeable limp, nearly dragging his right foot.
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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.
"Human hunting? I reckon they might be better than these beans of mine. I was just having a look round your barn in the hopes of finding a spigot or trough to warsh my beans." He opens his closed eye but the off balance, unnerving feeling returns as he winks the other one.
"I have a sink inside the house." He points behind him with his thumb. "I'll let you use it. But don't go into the barn again. It might not be sleeping next time."
"That'd be mighty appreciated." He says opening his eye and restoring balance to the world. Or at least the part of the world that holds his face. He holds a bean filled paw up to his ear and lets them roll down his fingers and into his head. Then he falls down onto all fours and begins walking directly at you, grinning all the while. "Ain't never heard of no slumbering barns before. Sounds strange to my ears, but maybe that's just the beans."
"It's not the barn you need to worry about. It's what lives under it. But that's a story for another day." Aeon walks to his house at an average speed, which is actually pretty brisk considering his usual slow stride.
"A hex sign might could do you good." The smile follows after your footsteps, easily keeping pace so that he is always blanketed in your shadow. "For what reason and what rhyme were you planning on catching a man for?" the coon asks conversationally.
"Thanks for asking, but it's really a private matter. If you must know, all of his flesh must be eaten, and his bones buried in the stink pit beneath the town. I'm going after a specific man. Well, men, but I don't expect to catch more than one at a time." Aeon walks with a noticeable limp, nearly dragging his right foot.
"I've got some buddies that would love to be invited to this feast of yorn." His mask rimmed eyes glance at your limp, "You do something to your foot? Got to be careful, you ain't got as many legs as me."
"Thanks for asking, but it's really a private matter. If you must know, all of his flesh must be eaten, and his bones buried in the stink pit beneath the town. I'm going after a specific man. Well, men, but I don't expect to catch more than one at a time." Aeon walks with a noticeable limp, nearly dragging his right foot.
"I've got some buddies that would love to be invited to this feast of yorn." His mask rimmed eyes glance at your limp, "You do something to your foot? Got to be careful, you ain't got as many legs as me."
"I'm fine. Just got shot once. Mistake sticks, you know? Anyway, if you and your friends would like to help, I'd be glad to let them. I only plan on doing this four times, though, but I'll still let you wash your beans after that."
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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.
She lays still as the dead to make him not notice her.
The man doesn't turn and look behind him but the dogs watch you languidly. The man then plucks a large, freshly painted leaf from a twig and shakes it. Somewhere in the motion the leaf is replaced with a scarlet cardinal that flutters from his fingers and lands on the ground right next to you with a chirp. "Little girl," says the leaf painting man finally turning around, "Holes are for seeds, moles, and the dead. What are you doing down there?"
"i'm dead." she says in a small voice, sitting up. Her hair is long and scraggly, and her pale face is smudged with dirt. A worm crawls out of her ear and into the dirt.
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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
"Thanks for asking, but it's really a private matter. If you must know, all of his flesh must be eaten, and his bones buried in the stink pit beneath the town. I'm going after a specific man. Well, men, but I don't expect to catch more than one at a time." Aeon walks with a noticeable limp, nearly dragging his right foot.
"I've got some buddies that would love to be invited to this feast of yorn." His mask rimmed eyes glance at your limp, "You do something to your foot? Got to be careful, you ain't got as many legs as me."
"I'm fine. Just got shot once. Mistake sticks, you know? Anyway, if you and your friends would like to help, I'd be glad to let them. I only plan on doing this four times, though, but I'll still let you wash your beans after that."
The soft, almost silent sound of footsteps behind you suddenly ceases. You turn just in time to see the coon's vicious smile hanging in thin air before fading away. Then you hear footsteps. Three dark shapes lurch out of a copse of trees. They step into the moonlight, revealing their appearances.
The first one is small and grey skinned and seems to walk on his hands and feet. He wears nothing but brown britches held up by a belt and a soiled rag tied tightly around his head, holding his jaw closed.
The second is bulkily built and wears a heavy trench coat. His face and hands are thickly wrapped in bandages and he wears a pair of sunglasses over his eyes, even though it is night. He wears a coonskin cap on his head.
The third stands at the front and he is tall and emaciated with long spidery limbs. His face hover is pudgy and rounded with plenty of fat flesh. Resting on his head is a cardboard crown painted yellow.
The fat faced one speaks with seemingly no concept of time, "Good afternoon."
"I'm fine. Just got shot once. Mistake sticks, you know? Anyway, if you and your friends would like to help, I'd be glad to let them. I only plan on doing this four times, though, but I'll still let you wash your beans after that."
The soft, almost silent sound of footsteps behind you suddenly ceases. You turn just in time to see the coon's vicious smile hanging in thin air before fading away. Then you hear footsteps. Three dark shapes lurch out of a copse of trees. They step into the moonlight, revealing their appearances.
The first one is small and grey skinned and seems to walk on his hands and feet. He wears nothing but brown britches held up by a belt and a soiled rag tied tightly around his head, holding his jaw closed.
The second is bulkily built and wears a heavy trench coat. His face and hands are thickly wrapped in bandages and he wears a pair of sunglasses over his eyes, even though it is night. He wears a coonskin cap on his head.
The third stands at the front and he is tall and emaciated with long spidery limbs. His face hover is pudgy and rounded with plenty of fat flesh. Resting on his head is a cardboard crown painted yellow.
The fat faced one speaks with seemingly no concept of time, "Good afternoon."
"Hm. You those friends I heard about? I hope you don't plan on killing me, 'cause that won't work out for all of us. Me, for instance."
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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.
She lays still as the dead to make him not notice her.
The man doesn't turn and look behind him but the dogs watch you languidly. The man then plucks a large, freshly painted leaf from a twig and shakes it. Somewhere in the motion the leaf is replaced with a scarlet cardinal that flutters from his fingers and lands on the ground right next to you with a chirp. "Little girl," says the leaf painting man finally turning around, "Holes are for seeds, moles, and the dead. What are you doing down there?"
"i'm dead." she says in a small voice, sitting up. Her hair is long and scraggly, and her pale face is smudged with dirt. A worm crawls out of her ear and into the dirt.
*hello?*
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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
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"Exactly. I hate using the thing, but it's better than being completely defenseless." He takes a step back. "Now, what do you want? You mentioned catching a human before. I was planning on doing that soon. Would you like to help and take the spoils?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
You see a towering man with his backed turned towards you. His shoulders are draped in a goose feather cloak and his bare, muscular arms reach into the branches. His hair is made of red maple leaves and his feet are clad in birchbark boots. He is holding a paint brush which he uses to spread orange, yellow, and red paint up across the wings of green leaves. Three large Fox Hounds lay lazily at his feet. Their yellow eyes are all fixed on you.
"Human hunting? I reckon they might be better than these beans of mine. I was just having a look round your barn in the hopes of finding a spigot or trough to warsh my beans." He opens his closed eye but the off balance, unnerving feeling returns as he winks the other one.
"I have a sink inside the house." He points behind him with his thumb. "I'll let you use it. But don't go into the barn again. It might not be sleeping next time."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She lays still as the dead to make him not notice her.
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
"That'd be mighty appreciated." He says opening his eye and restoring balance to the world. Or at least the part of the world that holds his face. He holds a bean filled paw up to his ear and lets them roll down his fingers and into his head. Then he falls down onto all fours and begins walking directly at you, grinning all the while. "Ain't never heard of no slumbering barns before. Sounds strange to my ears, but maybe that's just the beans."
*hello*
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 man doesn't turn and look behind him but the dogs watch you languidly. The man then plucks a large, freshly painted leaf from a twig and shakes it. Somewhere in the motion the leaf is replaced with a scarlet cardinal that flutters from his fingers and lands on the ground right next to you with a chirp. "Little girl," says the leaf painting man finally turning around, "Holes are for seeds, moles, and the dead. What are you doing down there?"
"It's not the barn you need to worry about. It's what lives under it. But that's a story for another day." Aeon walks to his house at an average speed, which is actually pretty brisk considering his usual slow stride.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"A hex sign might could do you good." The smile follows after your footsteps, easily keeping pace so that he is always blanketed in your shadow. "For what reason and what rhyme were you planning on catching a man for?" the coon asks conversationally.
"Thanks for asking, but it's really a private matter. If you must know, all of his flesh must be eaten, and his bones buried in the stink pit beneath the town. I'm going after a specific man. Well, men, but I don't expect to catch more than one at a time." Aeon walks with a noticeable limp, nearly dragging his right foot.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I've got some buddies that would love to be invited to this feast of yorn." His mask rimmed eyes glance at your limp, "You do something to your foot? Got to be careful, you ain't got as many legs as me."
*I might be a little slower to respond. Have to eat dinner and vacuum.*
"I'm fine. Just got shot once. Mistake sticks, you know? Anyway, if you and your friends would like to help, I'd be glad to let them. I only plan on doing this four times, though, but I'll still let you wash your beans after that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*All good, my beamish boy*
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 dead." she says in a small voice, sitting up. Her hair is long and scraggly, and her pale face is smudged with dirt. A worm crawls out of her ear and into the dirt.
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
*hi im back*
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 soft, almost silent sound of footsteps behind you suddenly ceases. You turn just in time to see the coon's vicious smile hanging in thin air before fading away. Then you hear footsteps. Three dark shapes lurch out of a copse of trees. They step into the moonlight, revealing their appearances.
The first one is small and grey skinned and seems to walk on his hands and feet. He wears nothing but brown britches held up by a belt and a soiled rag tied tightly around his head, holding his jaw closed.
The second is bulkily built and wears a heavy trench coat. His face and hands are thickly wrapped in bandages and he wears a pair of sunglasses over his eyes, even though it is night. He wears a coonskin cap on his head.
The third stands at the front and he is tall and emaciated with long spidery limbs. His face hover is pudgy and rounded with plenty of fat flesh. Resting on his head is a cardboard crown painted yellow.
The fat faced one speaks with seemingly no concept of time, "Good afternoon."
"Hm. You those friends I heard about? I hope you don't plan on killing me, 'cause that won't work out for all of us. Me, for instance."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*hello?*
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