she chooses to go with the 'if I don't move they won't see me' tactic and says nothin
The pig moans in despair again. The chef sighs. "You. Girl. Come out. It's nearly dinnertime and you need to wash up."
She stands up slowly. "Oh, I... I don't think I'm invited. I don't really need to eat anyway"
"Can you still taste and smell? If so, consider this your invitation." The chef's tone hasn't changed. The pig rolls onto its belly, ears perking up as it sees her.
"oh, uh... okay" she dusts the mold off her dress and tries to stand a little straighter
"Is that dress important to you? We have tailors who can fix it up if it's too important for you to just get a new one. And for Autumn's sake, relax. If I was going to hurt you, which I have no motive to do, I wouldn't be inviting you to dinner. When I want to hurt people, I say as much to their face."
The pig waddles over to her and sits, seemingly suggesting for her to ride on it.
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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 chooses to go with the 'if I don't move they won't see me' tactic and says nothin
The pig moans in despair again. The chef sighs. "You. Girl. Come out. It's nearly dinnertime and you need to wash up."
She stands up slowly. "Oh, I... I don't think I'm invited. I don't really need to eat anyway"
"Can you still taste and smell? If so, consider this your invitation." The chef's tone hasn't changed. The pig rolls onto its belly, ears perking up as it sees her.
"oh, uh... okay" she dusts the mold off her dress and tries to stand a little straighter
"Is that dress important to you? We have tailors who can fix it up if it's too important for you to just get a new one. And for Autumn's sake, relax. If I was going to hurt you, which I have no motive to do, I wouldn't be inviting you to dinner. When I want to hurt people, I say as much to their face."
The pig waddles over to her and sits, seemingly suggesting for her to ride on it.
"Sorry?" she seems confused, but carefully sits on the pig.
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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
"Is that dress important to you? We have tailors who can fix it up if it's too important for you to just get a new one. And for Autumn's sake, relax. If I was going to hurt you, which I have no motive to do, I wouldn't be inviting you to dinner. When I want to hurt people, I say as much to their face."
The pig waddles over to her and sits, seemingly suggesting for her to ride on it.
"Sorry?" she seems confused, but carefully sits on the pig.
"Whatever. The crew will handle you. Get you clean and well-dressed. And you need a haircut." He begins to walk, the pig trotting alongside him. "Don't worry about the reservation."
It begins to rain as they walk. The sounds of machinery can be heard in the distance. The chef offers her his umbrella. "Just for a moment. We'll be inside soon."
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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.
"Is that dress important to you? We have tailors who can fix it up if it's too important for you to just get a new one. And for Autumn's sake, relax. If I was going to hurt you, which I have no motive to do, I wouldn't be inviting you to dinner. When I want to hurt people, I say as much to their face."
The pig waddles over to her and sits, seemingly suggesting for her to ride on it.
"Sorry?" she seems confused, but carefully sits on the pig.
"Whatever. The crew will handle you. Get you clean and well-dressed. And you need a haircut." He begins to walk, the pig trotting alongside him. "Don't worry about the reservation."
It begins to rain as they walk. The sounds of machinery can be heard in the distance. The chef offers her his umbrella. "Just for a moment. We'll be inside soon."
She holds it. "thank you" she says in a small voice
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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
"Is that dress important to you? We have tailors who can fix it up if it's too important for you to just get a new one. And for Autumn's sake, relax. If I was going to hurt you, which I have no motive to do, I wouldn't be inviting you to dinner. When I want to hurt people, I say as much to their face."
The pig waddles over to her and sits, seemingly suggesting for her to ride on it.
"Sorry?" she seems confused, but carefully sits on the pig.
"Whatever. The crew will handle you. Get you clean and well-dressed. And you need a haircut." He begins to walk, the pig trotting alongside him. "Don't worry about the reservation."
It begins to rain as they walk. The sounds of machinery can be heard in the distance. The chef offers her his umbrella. "Just for a moment. We'll be inside soon."
She holds it. "thank you" she says in a small voice
The chef gives a small grunt. As they keep walking, they see something in the distance: a misshapen building half-buried in the earth. It's the size of a small city, and there are large portholes with lights shining from the inside. "That's our destination. Don't worry about the whole being dead thing, we have much worse creatures in our depths."
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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.
"Is that dress important to you? We have tailors who can fix it up if it's too important for you to just get a new one. And for Autumn's sake, relax. If I was going to hurt you, which I have no motive to do, I wouldn't be inviting you to dinner. When I want to hurt people, I say as much to their face."
The pig waddles over to her and sits, seemingly suggesting for her to ride on it.
"Sorry?" she seems confused, but carefully sits on the pig.
"Whatever. The crew will handle you. Get you clean and well-dressed. And you need a haircut." He begins to walk, the pig trotting alongside him. "Don't worry about the reservation."
It begins to rain as they walk. The sounds of machinery can be heard in the distance. The chef offers her his umbrella. "Just for a moment. We'll be inside soon."
She holds it. "thank you" she says in a small voice
The chef gives a small grunt. As they keep walking, they see something in the distance: a misshapen building half-buried in the earth. It's the size of a small city, and there are large portholes with lights shining from the inside. "That's our destination. Don't worry about the whole being dead thing, we have much worse creatures in our depths."
Gtg She nods, still holding the umbrella with care because she's only borrowing it and she doesn't want to break it
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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
*I've been working on some more lore for the Autumn Country. The denizens of this land have increased in number and variety.*
A tall, delicate automaton rabbit streaks through a quiet graveyard as a golden blur. "I mustn't be late! I mustn't be late!" He chatters nervously to himself. He arrives at a tall, gravestone overlooking an ancient tomb. Set inside the tombstone, is the face of an ancient clock. The rabbit swings the clock face open and swiftly turns the gears with his thin, metal fingers. He then slams it shut right as the tomb clock lets out an echoing, somber toll. "I mustn't be late!" says the Hare again as its spring loaded heels rocket it away. It darts down an open tomb in the cemetery, disappearing.
Deep in the labyrinthine shelves of the library in the Keep of Painted Leaves, bird song can be heard. This part of the library is not as well lit as the rest of it and candlelight can be seen moving through the towers of books. Muffled foot steps sound in the ancient corridors, along with the shuffling of pages and the flap of bird wings.
A tornado is tearing across a cornfield. The whirling spiral of air carves destruction across the ground like the finger of a heavenly titan. Around the twister is a multitude of night feathered crows, flapping through the turbulent air. If one looks closely, they can see a humanoid figure staggering about in the center of the whirlwind.
"Is that dress important to you? We have tailors who can fix it up if it's too important for you to just get a new one. And for Autumn's sake, relax. If I was going to hurt you, which I have no motive to do, I wouldn't be inviting you to dinner. When I want to hurt people, I say as much to their face."
The pig waddles over to her and sits, seemingly suggesting for her to ride on it.
"Sorry?" she seems confused, but carefully sits on the pig.
"Whatever. The crew will handle you. Get you clean and well-dressed. And you need a haircut." He begins to walk, the pig trotting alongside him. "Don't worry about the reservation."
It begins to rain as they walk. The sounds of machinery can be heard in the distance. The chef offers her his umbrella. "Just for a moment. We'll be inside soon."
She holds it. "thank you" she says in a small voice
The chef gives a small grunt. As they keep walking, they see something in the distance: a misshapen building half-buried in the earth. It's the size of a small city, and there are large portholes with lights shining from the inside. "That's our destination. Don't worry about the whole being dead thing, we have much worse creatures in our depths."
She nods, still holding the umbrella with care because she's only borrowing it and she doesn't want to break it
Eventually, they reach the monolithic machine. The steam it gives off seems to be the cause of the rain. A trio of sack-hooded stand outside, huddled together so that it's hard to tell where one ends and the other begins.
The chef nods to the trio. "Tailor, Barber, Onsenier. They'll take care of you." The three give a low bow to Felicity. The chef heads inside while the trio silently offers to take her hand.
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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.
"Is that dress important to you? We have tailors who can fix it up if it's too important for you to just get a new one. And for Autumn's sake, relax. If I was going to hurt you, which I have no motive to do, I wouldn't be inviting you to dinner. When I want to hurt people, I say as much to their face."
The pig waddles over to her and sits, seemingly suggesting for her to ride on it.
"Sorry?" she seems confused, but carefully sits on the pig.
"Whatever. The crew will handle you. Get you clean and well-dressed. And you need a haircut." He begins to walk, the pig trotting alongside him. "Don't worry about the reservation."
It begins to rain as they walk. The sounds of machinery can be heard in the distance. The chef offers her his umbrella. "Just for a moment. We'll be inside soon."
She holds it. "thank you" she says in a small voice
The chef gives a small grunt. As they keep walking, they see something in the distance: a misshapen building half-buried in the earth. It's the size of a small city, and there are large portholes with lights shining from the inside. "That's our destination. Don't worry about the whole being dead thing, we have much worse creatures in our depths."
She nods, still holding the umbrella with care because she's only borrowing it and she doesn't want to break it
Eventually, they reach the monolithic machine. The steam it gives off seems to be the cause of the rain. A trio of sack-hooded stand outside, huddled together so that it's hard to tell where one ends and the other begins.
The chef nods to the trio. "Tailor, Barber, Onsenier. They'll take care of you." The three give a low bow to Felicity. The chef heads inside while the trio silently offers to take her hand.
they seem to scare her. She takes a cautious step back.
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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
She nods, still holding the umbrella with care because she's only borrowing it and she doesn't want to break it
Eventually, they reach the monolithic machine. The steam it gives off seems to be the cause of the rain. A trio of sack-hooded stand outside, huddled together so that it's hard to tell where one ends and the other begins.
The chef nods to the trio. "Tailor, Barber, Onsenier. They'll take care of you." The three give a low bow to Felicity. The chef heads inside while the trio silently offers to take her hand.
they seem to scare her. She takes a cautious step back.
The Three silently withdraw their arm. The leftmost one turns its horned head and beckons with its hand. The middle one pulls out a piece of paper depicting the three giving a smiling, nearly featureless figure a haircut, while the rightmost pulls out a pair of similar illustrations depicting the Three giving an identical figure a bath and measuring them for a dress, respectively. The pig walks up to them and cuddles against them.
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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 nods, still holding the umbrella with care because she's only borrowing it and she doesn't want to break it
Eventually, they reach the monolithic machine. The steam it gives off seems to be the cause of the rain. A trio of sack-hooded stand outside, huddled together so that it's hard to tell where one ends and the other begins.
The chef nods to the trio. "Tailor, Barber, Onsenier. They'll take care of you." The three give a low bow to Felicity. The chef heads inside while the trio silently offers to take her hand.
they seem to scare her. She takes a cautious step back.
The Three silently withdraw their arm. The leftmost one turns its horned head and beckons with its hand. The middle one pulls out a piece of paper depicting the three giving a smiling, nearly featureless figure a haircut, while the rightmost pulls out a pair of similar illustrations depicting the Three giving an identical figure a bath and measuring them for a dress, respectively. The pig walks up to them and cuddles against them.
*what's a sack-hooded*
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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
She nods, still holding the umbrella with care because she's only borrowing it and she doesn't want to break it
Eventually, they reach the monolithic machine. The steam it gives off seems to be the cause of the rain. A trio of sack-hooded stand outside, huddled together so that it's hard to tell where one ends and the other begins.
The chef nods to the trio. "Tailor, Barber, Onsenier. They'll take care of you." The three give a low bow to Felicity. The chef heads inside while the trio silently offers to take her hand.
they seem to scare her. She takes a cautious step back.
The Three silently withdraw their arm. The leftmost one turns its horned head and beckons with its hand. The middle one pulls out a piece of paper depicting the three giving a smiling, nearly featureless figure a haircut, while the rightmost pulls out a pair of similar illustrations depicting the Three giving an identical figure a bath and measuring them for a dress, respectively. The pig walks up to them and cuddles against them.
*what's a sack-hooded*
*I meant to write sack-hooded figures*
*Basically imagine three guys of different heights wearing pillowcases with eye holes and horns, and drape a tarp over their shoulders as an oversized shared poncho*
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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 nods, still holding the umbrella with care because she's only borrowing it and she doesn't want to break it
Eventually, they reach the monolithic machine. The steam it gives off seems to be the cause of the rain. A trio of sack-hooded stand outside, huddled together so that it's hard to tell where one ends and the other begins.
The chef nods to the trio. "Tailor, Barber, Onsenier. They'll take care of you." The three give a low bow to Felicity. The chef heads inside while the trio silently offers to take her hand.
they seem to scare her. She takes a cautious step back.
The Three silently withdraw their arm. The leftmost one turns its horned head and beckons with its hand. The middle one pulls out a piece of paper depicting the three giving a smiling, nearly featureless figure a haircut, while the rightmost pulls out a pair of similar illustrations depicting the Three giving an identical figure a bath and measuring them for a dress, respectively. The pig walks up to them and cuddles against them.
*what's a sack-hooded*
*I meant to write sack-hooded figures*
*Basically imagine three guys of different heights wearing pillowcases with eye holes and horns, and drape a tarp over their shoulders as an oversized shared poncho*
She hesitantly takes an unsure step forward.
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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
*Basically imagine three guys of different heights wearing pillowcases with eye holes and horns, and drape a tarp over their shoulders as an oversized shared poncho*
She hesitantly takes an unsure step forward.
The Three start to head inside, the leftmost one trying to keep an eye on her while being as approachable as possible.
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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.
*Basically imagine three guys of different heights wearing pillowcases with eye holes and horns, and drape a tarp over their shoulders as an oversized shared poncho*
She hesitantly takes an unsure step forward.
The Three start to head inside, the leftmost one trying to keep an eye on her while being as approachable as possible.
she tells the chef "I have a friend at the castle. She'll worry if I'm gone 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
*Basically imagine three guys of different heights wearing pillowcases with eye holes and horns, and drape a tarp over their shoulders as an oversized shared poncho*
She hesitantly takes an unsure step forward.
The Three start to head inside, the leftmost one trying to keep an eye on her while being as approachable as possible.
she tells the chef "I have a friend at the castle. She'll worry if I'm gone for too long"
The Chef leans out the door. "Fine. We can postpone so you can bring her too." He waves a hand, and the Three seem a bit disappointed as they go in.
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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.
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"Is that dress important to you? We have tailors who can fix it up if it's too important for you to just get a new one. And for Autumn's sake, relax. If I was going to hurt you, which I have no motive to do, I wouldn't be inviting you to dinner. When I want to hurt people, I say as much to their face."
The pig waddles over to her and sits, seemingly suggesting for her to ride on it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Sorry?" she seems confused, but carefully sits on the pig.
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
*do you need desc sorry?*
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
"Whatever. The crew will handle you. Get you clean and well-dressed. And you need a haircut." He begins to walk, the pig trotting alongside him. "Don't worry about the reservation."
It begins to rain as they walk. The sounds of machinery can be heard in the distance. The chef offers her his umbrella. "Just for a moment. We'll be inside soon."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She holds it.
"thank you" she says in a small voice
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 chef gives a small grunt. As they keep walking, they see something in the distance: a misshapen building half-buried in the earth. It's the size of a small city, and there are large portholes with lights shining from the inside. "That's our destination. Don't worry about the whole being dead thing, we have much worse creatures in our depths."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Gtg
She nods, still holding the umbrella with care because she's only borrowing it and she doesn't want to break it
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
*Bye, Frenchiest!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*nvm*
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've been working on some more lore for the Autumn Country. The denizens of this land have increased in number and variety.*
A tall, delicate automaton rabbit streaks through a quiet graveyard as a golden blur. "I mustn't be late! I mustn't be late!" He chatters nervously to himself. He arrives at a tall, gravestone overlooking an ancient tomb. Set inside the tombstone, is the face of an ancient clock. The rabbit swings the clock face open and swiftly turns the gears with his thin, metal fingers. He then slams it shut right as the tomb clock lets out an echoing, somber toll. "I mustn't be late!" says the Hare again as its spring loaded heels rocket it away. It darts down an open tomb in the cemetery, disappearing.
Deep in the labyrinthine shelves of the library in the Keep of Painted Leaves, bird song can be heard. This part of the library is not as well lit as the rest of it and candlelight can be seen moving through the towers of books. Muffled foot steps sound in the ancient corridors, along with the shuffling of pages and the flap of bird wings.
A tornado is tearing across a cornfield. The whirling spiral of air carves destruction across the ground like the finger of a heavenly titan. Around the twister is a multitude of night feathered crows, flapping through the turbulent air. If one looks closely, they can see a humanoid figure staggering about in the center of the whirlwind.
Eventually, they reach the monolithic machine. The steam it gives off seems to be the cause of the rain. A trio of sack-hooded stand outside, huddled together so that it's hard to tell where one ends and the other begins.
The chef nods to the trio. "Tailor, Barber, Onsenier. They'll take care of you." The three give a low bow to Felicity. The chef heads inside while the trio silently offers to take her hand.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
they seem to scare her. She takes a cautious step 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
*back sorry*
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 silently withdraw their arm. The leftmost one turns its horned head and beckons with its hand. The middle one pulls out a piece of paper depicting the three giving a smiling, nearly featureless figure a haircut, while the rightmost pulls out a pair of similar illustrations depicting the Three giving an identical figure a bath and measuring them for a dress, respectively. The pig walks up to them and cuddles against them.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*what's a sack-hooded*
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 meant to write sack-hooded figures*
*Basically imagine three guys of different heights wearing pillowcases with eye holes and horns, and drape a tarp over their shoulders as an oversized shared poncho*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She hesitantly takes an unsure step forward.
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 start to head inside, the leftmost one trying to keep an eye on her while being as approachable as possible.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
she tells the chef "I have a friend at the castle. She'll worry if I'm gone 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
The Chef leans out the door. "Fine. We can postpone so you can bring her too." He waves a hand, and the Three seem a bit disappointed as they go in.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.