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[flannytan]

part six.

".. just what do you think you're doing?"

A stranger's voice called out to me, snapping me awake from my 'trance'. I blinked in surprise and I gripped tightly onto my recipe, eying her rather cautiously-- Wait, was a part of her head missing? This situation doesn't seem very.. safe.

"I don't mean any harm, but I'm telling you this now; don't destroy your recipe."

H.. How did she know that I was going t--

"You're holding it in your hands and you kept mumbling some very worrying words. And let me reiterate-- Don't destroy your recipe. You're going to make a huge mistake if you do."

Despite not knowing this young lady, I somehow felt rather subdued and calmed by her words and demeanor, slowly putting my recipe back into its original folder and slipped it back into the drawer, closing it. I stared down at the ground with my yellow hues, seeming almost rather ashamed of myself before raising my head, feeling a hand touching my hair.

It was the young lady; she hadn't left yet? I could feel her pat the top of my head, despite the caramel sticking to her hand; it didn't seem to bother her. I blinked again, staying quiet as I glanced around the room, avoiding her gaze for a bit. Who was she..? And why did she just suddenly show up--?

".. are you alright?"

I gave a small nod.

".. you really don't talk much, do you?"

I shook my head slightly.

".. are you sure you're okay?"

I nod again.

".. yes. Thank you.. Missus."

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part five.

"I'll end this misery."

I wasn't frightened by the fact that I was possibly going to disappear if I destroyed my recipe. In fact, I was rather thrilled by it; it gave me a warm feeling on the inside, knowing that I'd soon be free. I wouldn't have to pretend, I wouldn't have to lie-- I wouldn't have to do anything they asked of me anymore.

I began walking towards the room where they kept my recipe, thinking along the way of what would become of my company once I had destroyed my recipe. Maybe better. Or worse. It didn't matter to me-- They were on their own.

It wasn't difficult to find my way around-- I knew this place by heart; I was always kept inside due to my company's nervousness that I might get 'tainted' if I went outside and gained.. too much knowledge. Something of that nature, anyways.

Putting my hand on the handle, I quickly opened the door and slipped inside, closing the door behind me and started to shuffle around the room to find my recipe--

Ah. There it was-- Tucked neatly in a folder. Slowly pulling it out of the folder, I held it within my hands, my eyes scanning the details on the page.

"..."

".. I'm going to end it. I won't regret it. This is my choice.." I mumble, my lips curling into a small smile, my hands beginning to tremble. Happiness was just a couple of tears away and--

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part four.

".. I'm so happy."

I couldn't be happier. I began to smile more and laugh more-- It was wonderful! I could finally understand what it meant to have feelings, true, genuine feelings--

.. and there I go lying again.

No, I'm not happy at all. Not in the slightest. I'm even more miserable than I was before, keeping this 'happy' face of mine on. After they had beat it into me a couple of times, I had finally learned my lesson to not rebel and to not go against my company.

I guess it's my fault that such a thing happened; I refused to do as they say and I had to be punished-- Only if I had listened to them when they first asked, maybe it wouldn't be as bad now. I had honestly wished that I had been more obedient to begin with, but I wasn't and allowed myself to succumb to my own selfishness without thinking of the company.

.. but even if I was obedient, my feelings wouldn't change either way. I'm sad, I'm exhausted, and I just don't want to anymore. It's been half a year since I first put on that accursed 'happy' face and I regret for doing such a thing but I had no other choice--

.. do I?

It'd.. It'd be better if I could end my own suffering, right? I don't necessarily know how to do it, but it surely has to do with my recipe, right? Surely.. surely I could do something that will rid me of this misery.

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part three.

"I couldn't be happier!"

Of course, that was a lie.

I wasn't happy at all. If anything, I was miserable and I was always in constant pain.

As I had mentioned before, my company had found a solution to increase sales-- And that was for me to put on a fake facade of sorts, which I blatantly disagreed to. Why did I have to do it? And besides, wasn't that cheating the customer?; I'm not all bubbles and smiles.

Despite my rebellious manners and such, it didn't seem they were going to give up on me, unfortunately. Since I wouldn't listen to them when they asked kindly, they decided that the only way to get me to take on their ideal image was to frighten me into it. Obviously, being a dessert who couldn't get a grip on his emotions, their threats didn't terrify me like they were supposed to.

.. so when that failed, they decided that they would beat it into me.

I had never thought they would resort to such violent measures, but they did. And strangely enough, I began to notice something peculiar.

There was a feeling swelling within my chest..

.. I think that's what you call fear.

[flannytan]

part two.

"No, I won't do it."

"Leave me alone, go away--"

"I already said no--"

Were the words that came spilling from my mouth multiple times. My company had came up with a solution that would increase sales-- and that was to have me put on a cheerful facade for the customers. Wouldn't that be lying and cheating those people? Including myself, of course. I didn't want to pretend, to force myself to have a smile and be something that I wasn't.

Unsurprisingly, my company wasn't too happy about it. I don't blame them, either. The first words I spoke to them in a long time were negative words, telling them to leave me alone and to go away. Did I really have any right to say those words? Not really.

They continued to ask and beg me to change my ways, my personality, but being me, I rebelled. I refused. If anything, I grew even more deadpan and blank, and maybe felt a tiny bit irritated with their pleads.

After a while, though.. it seemed that my company had enough of my lack of cooperation.

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part one.

"..."

Simple was the only word that could describe me; I didn't have any special attributes that made me stand out from the rest. I was a awkward, quiet dessert, too-- I barely talked. Actually, I don't think I talked at all. I had terrible trouble with my emotions; I didn't know how to 'feel' feelings. Happiness, sadness, anger.. it was all indifferent to me. In short, I was just a boring dessert.

I guess that was a problem for my company-- A major problem. It seems that a deadpan personality wouldn't bring in as many customers as they would like. Unenthusiastic and silent, it was sure to discourage consumers, so my company tried to come up with some sort of solution...

[gigapuddingchan]

— - ….

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"giga's... gone.."

[gigapuddingchan]

(in response to this)

…. !!!!

……………………….

….a….aa….hh. a… ….h….?? uh, ah—

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[shidogane]

furry fam

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:( part 2

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i just cleared my inbox so if you want to send an ask feel free i guess!!

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smh my head i cant even think up of good designs nor  draw good

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tell him a really dumb cheesy joke and you'll set off a giggle bomb

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So I redid Halo’s design. He’s 100x more of a fashion disaster than before.

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[wagdanohara]

Hello! This is a blog for another one of GDA’s AUs, and this one is for Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea, a psuedo-RPG made by Mogeko! Which can be downloaded here if you want to play it.

Some characters have already been claimed or reserved, so those characters are off limits! If you want to reserve or ask to claim a character, please send me an ask and I will arrange something. First come, first serve, I suppose—!

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