*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.
"No, no, I'll go. I just want to know If I can be back by tomorrow at latest"
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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.
"No, no, I'll go. I just want to know If I can be back by tomorrow at latest"
"You can stay the night as an option, but you're free to go whenever you want. This is a hotel, not a prison."
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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"
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.
"No, no, I'll go. I just want to know If I can be back by tomorrow at latest"
"You can stay the night as an option, but you're free to go whenever you want. This is a hotel, not a prison."
"Alright" she steadies herself and follows the three inside
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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
"No, no, I'll go. I just want to know If I can be back by tomorrow at latest"
"You can stay the night as an option, but you're free to go whenever you want. This is a hotel, not a prison."
"Alright" she steadies herself and follows the three inside
The Three seem excited. They make movements as though arguing amongst themselves, but all that can be heard is shuffling fabric, rustling leaves, and clattering sticks. Eventually, Tailor seems to convince the others to go first. It leads Felicity to a big mirror in a shop filled with fancy autumn clothes and motions for her to stand on a pedestal. It pulls out a long string with markings 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.
"No, no, I'll go. I just want to know If I can be back by tomorrow at latest"
"You can stay the night as an option, but you're free to go whenever you want. This is a hotel, not a prison."
"Alright" she steadies herself and follows the three inside
The Three seem excited. They make movements as though arguing amongst themselves, but all that can be heard is shuffling fabric, rustling leaves, and clattering sticks. Eventually, Tailor seems to convince the others to go first. It leads Felicity to a big mirror in a shop filled with fancy autumn clothes and motions for her to stand on a pedestal. It pulls out a long string with markings on it.
she holds onto her dress. "i'd like to keep this one." she seems a little embarrassed to ask.
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
"No, no, I'll go. I just want to know If I can be back by tomorrow at latest"
"You can stay the night as an option, but you're free to go whenever you want. This is a hotel, not a prison."
"Alright" she steadies herself and follows the three inside
The Three seem excited. They make movements as though arguing amongst themselves, but all that can be heard is shuffling fabric, rustling leaves, and clattering sticks. Eventually, Tailor seems to convince the others to go first. It leads Felicity to a big mirror in a shop filled with fancy autumn clothes and motions for her to stand on a pedestal. It pulls out a long string with markings on it.
she holds onto her dress. "i'd like to keep this one." she seems a little embarrassed to ask.
The Tailor of the Three nods and places the measuring string on a nearby table. It instead starts matching swatches of fabric to the dress by color and type. It makes a sewing motion as if to ask if repairs would be okay.
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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.
"No, no, I'll go. I just want to know If I can be back by tomorrow at latest"
"You can stay the night as an option, but you're free to go whenever you want. This is a hotel, not a prison."
"Alright" she steadies herself and follows the three inside
The Three seem excited. They make movements as though arguing amongst themselves, but all that can be heard is shuffling fabric, rustling leaves, and clattering sticks. Eventually, Tailor seems to convince the others to go first. It leads Felicity to a big mirror in a shop filled with fancy autumn clothes and motions for her to stand on a pedestal. It pulls out a long string with markings on it.
she holds onto her dress. "i'd like to keep this one." she seems a little embarrassed to ask.
The Tailor of the Three nods and places the measuring string on a nearby table. It instead starts matching swatches of fabric to the dress by color and type. It makes a sewing motion as if to ask if repairs would be okay.
She nods
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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
"No, no, I'll go. I just want to know If I can be back by tomorrow at latest"
"You can stay the night as an option, but you're free to go whenever you want. This is a hotel, not a prison."
"Alright" she steadies herself and follows the three inside
The Three seem excited. They make movements as though arguing amongst themselves, but all that can be heard is shuffling fabric, rustling leaves, and clattering sticks. Eventually, Tailor seems to convince the others to go first. It leads Felicity to a big mirror in a shop filled with fancy autumn clothes and motions for her to stand on a pedestal. It pulls out a long string with markings on it.
she holds onto her dress. "i'd like to keep this one." she seems a little embarrassed to ask.
The Tailor of the Three nods and places the measuring string on a nearby table. It instead starts matching swatches of fabric to the dress by color and type. It makes a sewing motion as if to ask if repairs would be okay.
She nods
It seems delighted. It begins to patch up the dress where it has been damaged, and clean off the mold using some sort of sweet-smelling chemical substance. It shakes its head after a bit and splits off from the group. It points to the Onsenier, who nods in return. The Tailor makes a scrubbing motion, and holds out its hands in a request for the dress as the Onsenier blindfolds itself.
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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.
"No, no, I'll go. I just want to know If I can be back by tomorrow at latest"
"You can stay the night as an option, but you're free to go whenever you want. This is a hotel, not a prison."
"Alright" she steadies herself and follows the three inside
The Three seem excited. They make movements as though arguing amongst themselves, but all that can be heard is shuffling fabric, rustling leaves, and clattering sticks. Eventually, Tailor seems to convince the others to go first. It leads Felicity to a big mirror in a shop filled with fancy autumn clothes and motions for her to stand on a pedestal. It pulls out a long string with markings on it.
she holds onto her dress. "i'd like to keep this one." she seems a little embarrassed to ask.
The Tailor of the Three nods and places the measuring string on a nearby table. It instead starts matching swatches of fabric to the dress by color and type. It makes a sewing motion as if to ask if repairs would be okay.
She nods
It seems delighted. It begins to patch up the dress where it has been damaged, and clean off the mold using some sort of sweet-smelling chemical substance. It shakes its head after a bit and splits off from the group. It points to the Onsenier, who nods in return. The Tailor makes a scrubbing motion, and holds out its hands in a request for the dress as the Onsenier blindfolds itself.
she gives the dress to him, but she has a nightshirt on underneath.
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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
"No, no, I'll go. I just want to know If I can be back by tomorrow at latest"
"You can stay the night as an option, but you're free to go whenever you want. This is a hotel, not a prison."
"Alright" she steadies herself and follows the three inside
The Three seem excited. They make movements as though arguing amongst themselves, but all that can be heard is shuffling fabric, rustling leaves, and clattering sticks. Eventually, Tailor seems to convince the others to go first. It leads Felicity to a big mirror in a shop filled with fancy autumn clothes and motions for her to stand on a pedestal. It pulls out a long string with markings on it.
she holds onto her dress. "i'd like to keep this one." she seems a little embarrassed to ask.
The Tailor of the Three nods and places the measuring string on a nearby table. It instead starts matching swatches of fabric to the dress by color and type. It makes a sewing motion as if to ask if repairs would be okay.
She nods
It seems delighted. It begins to patch up the dress where it has been damaged, and clean off the mold using some sort of sweet-smelling chemical substance. It shakes its head after a bit and splits off from the group. It points to the Onsenier, who nods in return. The Tailor makes a scrubbing motion, and holds out its hands in a request for the dress as the Onsenier blindfolds itself.
she gives the dress to him, but she has a nightshirt on underneath.
The Tailor immediately begins to wash the dress more thoroughly, but The Onsenier doesn't seem to notice, as it tracks and leads her completely by sound, tapping a long stick against the ground. It brings her to a hot private bath with sweet-smelling herbal formulas and perfumes in the water. It also has a faint smell of embalming fluid. The Onsenier has a soft scrub brush on a stick and various soaps. The Barber seems to have its head in the clouds, sharpening scissors and choosing tools from a pouch.
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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.
"No, no, I'll go. I just want to know If I can be back by tomorrow at latest"
"You can stay the night as an option, but you're free to go whenever you want. This is a hotel, not a prison."
"Alright" she steadies herself and follows the three inside
The Three seem excited. They make movements as though arguing amongst themselves, but all that can be heard is shuffling fabric, rustling leaves, and clattering sticks. Eventually, Tailor seems to convince the others to go first. It leads Felicity to a big mirror in a shop filled with fancy autumn clothes and motions for her to stand on a pedestal. It pulls out a long string with markings on it.
she holds onto her dress. "i'd like to keep this one." she seems a little embarrassed to ask.
The Tailor of the Three nods and places the measuring string on a nearby table. It instead starts matching swatches of fabric to the dress by color and type. It makes a sewing motion as if to ask if repairs would be okay.
She nods
It seems delighted. It begins to patch up the dress where it has been damaged, and clean off the mold using some sort of sweet-smelling chemical substance. It shakes its head after a bit and splits off from the group. It points to the Onsenier, who nods in return. The Tailor makes a scrubbing motion, and holds out its hands in a request for the dress as the Onsenier blindfolds itself.
she gives the dress to him, but she has a nightshirt on underneath.
The Tailor immediately begins to wash the dress more thoroughly, but The Onsenier doesn't seem to notice, as it tracks and leads her completely by sound, tapping a long stick against the ground. It brings her to a hot private bath with sweet-smelling herbal formulas and perfumes in the water. It also has a faint smell of embalming fluid. The Onsenier has a soft scrub brush on a stick and various soaps. The Barber seems to have its head in the clouds, sharpening scissors and choosing tools from a pouch.
she sits in the water. She seems sort of spacey, looking blankly elsewhere
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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
"No, no, I'll go. I just want to know If I can be back by tomorrow at latest"
"You can stay the night as an option, but you're free to go whenever you want. This is a hotel, not a prison."
"Alright" she steadies herself and follows the three inside
The Three seem excited. They make movements as though arguing amongst themselves, but all that can be heard is shuffling fabric, rustling leaves, and clattering sticks. Eventually, Tailor seems to convince the others to go first. It leads Felicity to a big mirror in a shop filled with fancy autumn clothes and motions for her to stand on a pedestal. It pulls out a long string with markings on it.
she holds onto her dress. "i'd like to keep this one." she seems a little embarrassed to ask.
The Tailor of the Three nods and places the measuring string on a nearby table. It instead starts matching swatches of fabric to the dress by color and type. It makes a sewing motion as if to ask if repairs would be okay.
She nods
It seems delighted. It begins to patch up the dress where it has been damaged, and clean off the mold using some sort of sweet-smelling chemical substance. It shakes its head after a bit and splits off from the group. It points to the Onsenier, who nods in return. The Tailor makes a scrubbing motion, and holds out its hands in a request for the dress as the Onsenier blindfolds itself.
she gives the dress to him, but she has a nightshirt on underneath.
The Tailor immediately begins to wash the dress more thoroughly, but The Onsenier doesn't seem to notice, as it tracks and leads her completely by sound, tapping a long stick against the ground. It brings her to a hot private bath with sweet-smelling herbal formulas and perfumes in the water. It also has a faint smell of embalming fluid. The Onsenier has a soft scrub brush on a stick and various soaps. The Barber seems to have its head in the clouds, sharpening scissors and choosing tools from a pouch.
she sits in the water. She seems sort of spacey, looking blankly elsewhere
The Onsenier silently scrubs her face, hair, and hands thoroughly, but not enough to damage them. It then leaves her with the soap and sponge as the Barber gets impatient. When she is finished there, the Three are reunited. The Tailor gives her her dress back in pristine condition, and the Barber motions for her to sir in a chair. The Onsenier takes off the blindfold and points at the clock, causing the other two to stare at it. They all raise their arms in a panicked motion. It's almost dinnertime.
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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 quickly pulls on her dress. "it's okay. I don't want to make any of us late." she says.
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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 quickly pulls on her dress. "it's okay. I don't want to make any of us late." she says.
They seem to ponder this with a hint of desperation before the Barber, the tallest of the three, pushes forward and begins to quickly trim her hair so that it looks slightly neater around the edges. They then all bow and send her off.
*And with that, I gotta go for now! You can decide whether she joins the dining or leaves for a bit first. She's got 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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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
*O no*
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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.
*read the edited version she's just depression napping*
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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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"No, no, I'll go. I just want to know If I can be back by tomorrow at latest"
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
"You can stay the night as an option, but you're free to go whenever you want. This is a hotel, not a prison."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Alright" she steadies herself and follows the three inside
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 seem excited. They make movements as though arguing amongst themselves, but all that can be heard is shuffling fabric, rustling leaves, and clattering sticks. Eventually, Tailor seems to convince the others to go first. It leads Felicity to a big mirror in a shop filled with fancy autumn clothes and motions for her to stand on a pedestal. It pulls out a long string with markings 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.
she holds onto her dress. "i'd like to keep this one." she seems a little embarrassed to ask.
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 Tailor of the Three nods and places the measuring string on a nearby table. It instead starts matching swatches of fabric to the dress by color and type. It makes a sewing motion as if to ask if repairs would be okay.
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
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 seems delighted. It begins to patch up the dress where it has been damaged, and clean off the mold using some sort of sweet-smelling chemical substance. It shakes its head after a bit and splits off from the group. It points to the Onsenier, who nods in return. The Tailor makes a scrubbing motion, and holds out its hands in a request for the dress as the Onsenier blindfolds itself.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
she gives the dress to him, but she has a nightshirt on underneath.
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 Tailor immediately begins to wash the dress more thoroughly, but The Onsenier doesn't seem to notice, as it tracks and leads her completely by sound, tapping a long stick against the ground. It brings her to a hot private bath with sweet-smelling herbal formulas and perfumes in the water. It also has a faint smell of embalming fluid. The Onsenier has a soft scrub brush on a stick and various soaps. The Barber seems to have its head in the clouds, sharpening scissors and choosing tools from a pouch.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
she sits in the water. She seems sort of spacey, looking blankly elsewhere
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 silently scrubs her face, hair, and hands thoroughly, but not enough to damage them. It then leaves her with the soap and sponge as the Barber gets impatient. When she is finished there, the Three are reunited. The Tailor gives her her dress back in pristine condition, and the Barber motions for her to sir in a chair. The Onsenier takes off the blindfold and points at the clock, causing the other two to stare at it. They all raise their arms in a panicked motion. It's almost dinnertime.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She quickly pulls on her dress. "it's okay. I don't want to make any of us late." she says.
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
They seem to ponder this with a hint of desperation before the Barber, the tallest of the three, pushes forward and begins to quickly trim her hair so that it looks slightly neater around the edges. They then all bow and send her off.
*And with that, I gotta go for now! You can decide whether she joins the dining or leaves for a bit first. She's got time.*
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.
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
*im proud of tht*
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 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.
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 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.
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
*O no*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*read the edited version she's just depression napping*
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