Merlot, recently woken up, vines and dirt still covering her clothes, walks over.
"Hiya, there! Would you mind telling me the year? And where I am? This is camp, right?"
“Oh darn… what is the year? I haven’t thought about that in a while. Depends on which camp you’re talking about.”
"... I'm talking about Camp Half-Blood. ... Here's a better question, how long has it been since the second Titan War?"
“Bout a year, I guess? And yeah. Why?”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
A teenager around 14, with ginger hair, black T-shirt, grey shorts, and black slides, walks into camp with a golden retriever wearing a service dog vest
Merlot, recently woken up, vines and dirt still covering her clothes, walks over.
"Hiya, there! Would you mind telling me the year? And where I am? This is camp, right?"
“Oh darn… what is the year? I haven’t thought about that in a while. Depends on which camp you’re talking about.”
"... I'm talking about Camp Half-Blood. ... Here's a better question, how long has it been since the second Titan War?"
“Bout a year, I guess? And yeah. Why?”
"Great! And it's still October, right? I didn't miss out on any months...?"
“Yep, still October.” She nods, seeming completely disinterested. She yawns and brushes a strand of hair from her face. “You’re weird.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
A teenager around 14, with ginger hair, black T-shirt, grey shorts, and black slides, walks into camp with a golden retriever wearing a service dog vest
Frederick waves to the teenager.
(Remember he’s the baby monster.)
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Merlot, recently woken up, vines and dirt still covering her clothes, walks over.
"Hiya, there! Would you mind telling me the year? And where I am? This is camp, right?"
“Oh darn… what is the year? I haven’t thought about that in a while. Depends on which camp you’re talking about.”
"... I'm talking about Camp Half-Blood. ... Here's a better question, how long has it been since the second Titan War?"
“Bout a year, I guess? And yeah. Why?”
"Great! And it's still October, right? I didn't miss out on any months...?"
“Yep, still October.” She nods, seeming completely disinterested. She yawns and brushes a strand of hair from her face. “You’re weird.”
"I know! Man, it is so great to actually be able to communicate again! If I wasn't already crazy, I would've gone insane back there! Ha!"
“Errrrrrrrr… Okay I’m trying to seem chill here but what?”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
A teenager around 14, with ginger hair, black T-shirt, grey shorts, and black slides, walks into camp with a golden retriever wearing a service dog vest
Frederick bounds up to the teenager, bouncing up and down. “Doggy! Can I pet?”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Merlot, recently woken up, vines and dirt still covering her clothes, walks over.
"Hiya, there! Would you mind telling me the year? And where I am? This is camp, right?"
“Oh darn… what is the year? I haven’t thought about that in a while. Depends on which camp you’re talking about.”
"... I'm talking about Camp Half-Blood. ... Here's a better question, how long has it been since the second Titan War?"
“Bout a year, I guess? And yeah. Why?”
"Great! And it's still October, right? I didn't miss out on any months...?"
“Yep, still October.” She nods, seeming completely disinterested. She yawns and brushes a strand of hair from her face. “You’re weird.”
"I know! Man, it is so great to actually be able to communicate again! If I wasn't already crazy, I would've gone insane back there! Ha!"
“Errrrrrrrr… Okay I’m trying to seem chill here but what?”
"Oh- Oh, ignore me! I was just trapped in my own head for a while- apparently it actually wasn't a while- because the beings that puppeted our lives kinda left, and so everything paused, buuuut because of some questionable deals I made with others, I was relatively unnafected, and was instead left to rot, trapped in my own mind, my own powers turned against me! But, the puppeteers are back! And so I'm free!"
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Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
Merlot, recently woken up, vines and dirt still covering her clothes, walks over.
"Hiya, there! Would you mind telling me the year? And where I am? This is camp, right?"
“Oh darn… what is the year? I haven’t thought about that in a while. Depends on which camp you’re talking about.”
"... I'm talking about Camp Half-Blood. ... Here's a better question, how long has it been since the second Titan War?"
“Bout a year, I guess? And yeah. Why?”
"Great! And it's still October, right? I didn't miss out on any months...?"
“Yep, still October.” She nods, seeming completely disinterested. She yawns and brushes a strand of hair from her face. “You’re weird.”
"I know! Man, it is so great to actually be able to communicate again! If I wasn't already crazy, I would've gone insane back there! Ha!"
“Errrrrrrrr… Okay I’m trying to seem chill here but what?”
"Oh- Oh, ignore me! I was just trapped in my own head for a while- apparently it actually wasn't a while- because the beings that puppeted our lives kinda left, and so everything paused, buuuut because of some questionable deals I made with others, I was relatively unnafected, and was instead left to rot, trapped in my own mind, my own powers turned against me! But, the puppeteers are back! And so I'm free!"
“Ooooookay. Does this mean trouble is coming or something?”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Frederick bounds up to the teenager, bouncing up and down. “Doggy! Can I pet?”
"Sorry but he's a service dog." Says the teenager kneeling down
Frederick pouts. “Why that change things?”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Frederick bounds up to the teenager, bouncing up and down. “Doggy! Can I pet?”
"Sorry but he's a service dog." Says the teenager kneeling down
Frederick pouts. “Why that change things?”
"Service dogs work for their owners."
“But why me no pet?”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Merlot, recently woken up, vines and dirt still covering her clothes, walks over.
"Hiya, there! Would you mind telling me the year? And where I am? This is camp, right?"
“Oh darn… what is the year? I haven’t thought about that in a while. Depends on which camp you’re talking about.”
"... I'm talking about Camp Half-Blood. ... Here's a better question, how long has it been since the second Titan War?"
“Bout a year, I guess? And yeah. Why?”
"Great! And it's still October, right? I didn't miss out on any months...?"
“Yep, still October.” She nods, seeming completely disinterested. She yawns and brushes a strand of hair from her face. “You’re weird.”
"I know! Man, it is so great to actually be able to communicate again! If I wasn't already crazy, I would've gone insane back there! Ha!"
“Errrrrrrrr… Okay I’m trying to seem chill here but what?”
"Oh- Oh, ignore me! I was just trapped in my own head for a while- apparently it actually wasn't a while- because the beings that puppeted our lives kinda left, and so everything paused, buuuut because of some questionable deals I made with others, I was relatively unnafected, and was instead left to rot, trapped in my own mind, my own powers turned against me! But, the puppeteers are back! And so I'm free!"
“Ooooookay. Does this mean trouble is coming or something?”
*SORRY I DIDNT SEE THIS*
"No. Not really. Or maybe it does. Who knows? Hah!"
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
“Great. Great. Okay. Want some food? I’m trying to learn how to cook.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
“Great. Great. Okay. Want some food? I’m trying to learn how to cook.”
"Oh! Sure! THat sounds great. What's your name? I'm Merlot."
“I’m Aspen.” She smiles. “Let’s head to my little place in the forest, then.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
“Bout a year, I guess? And yeah. Why?”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
"Great! And it's still October, right? I didn't miss out on any months...?"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
*I'm committed to this*
A teenager around 14, with ginger hair, black T-shirt, grey shorts, and black slides, walks into camp with a golden retriever wearing a service dog vest
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
“Yep, still October.” She nods, seeming completely disinterested. She yawns and brushes a strand of hair from her face. “You’re weird.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
Frederick waves to the teenager.
(Remember he’s the baby monster.)
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
"I know! Man, it is so great to actually be able to communicate again! If I wasn't already crazy, I would've gone insane back there! Ha!"
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
“Errrrrrrrr… Okay I’m trying to seem chill here but what?”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
The teenager waves back
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
*Cut*
Frederick bounds up to the teenager, bouncing up and down. “Doggy! Can I pet?”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
"Oh- Oh, ignore me! I was just trapped in my own head for a while- apparently it actually wasn't a while- because the beings that puppeted our lives kinda left, and so everything paused, buuuut because of some questionable deals I made with others, I was relatively unnafected, and was instead left to rot, trapped in my own mind, my own powers turned against me! But, the puppeteers are back! And so I'm free!"
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
“Ooooookay. Does this mean trouble is coming or something?”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
"Sorry but he's a service dog." Says the teenager kneeling down
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
Frederick pouts. “Why that change things?”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
"Service dogs work for their owners."
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
“But why me no pet?”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
*SORRY I DIDNT SEE THIS*
"No. Not really. Or maybe it does. Who knows? Hah!"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
*Cut.*
“Great. Great. Okay. Want some food? I’m trying to learn how to cook.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
"Service dogs will get distracted if someone pets or or does something distracting or loud."
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
"Oh! Sure! THat sounds great. What's your name? I'm Merlot."
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
“I’m Aspen.” She smiles. “Let’s head to my little place in the forest, then.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!