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sorry about mike.

maniac sauce needs to chill the frickety frack out.

..yeah. that.

@mostly-unsupervis3d

"youre telling me.."

[the antichrist sighs, running a hand down his face before crouching down.]

"..I appreciate the apology, kid. think charlie might be the one who deserves it more, though."

[they point a finger at the two of them.]

"but you kids shouldnt be going along with bullshit like that so long as youre in my house, alright? I wont stand for it."

.. eh, mike’s done worse before.

at least there was no blood. that would’ve ended VERY badly!

oh yeah. no arms were ripped off.

hah, yeah.

"..."

"...that does not reassure me in the slightest. none of that."

[..theyre keeping their babies faar away from these kids. specifically mike. jesus christ, Lewis. what the fuck.]

well the arm thing happened to me, and it’s fine now. clippy tore my arm off.

clippy sucks.

burnt pizza man.

[COMET nods]

burnt pizza man.

"...do I want to know who that is, or.."

burnt pizza man. also an evil entity who hates us all and once tried to kill funkydog by dangling them from the rafters until their arm broke and then was ripped off of their body, causing them to fall to the ground.

evil burnt pizza man.

"...jesus christ— well, uh.."

[fuckfuckfuckfuckkkkkk what do I say to THAT—]

"...glad you kids are okay, now."

fine isn’t how i’d put it but sure.

oh, and that time we went to the basement was cool too!

yeah, yeah, go talk to charlotte about it.

okay!

[FUNKYDOG runs off]

just between you and me; i prefer mike to them. they’re a headache.

"...uh-huhh.."

[they dont seem like theyre agreeing, just sort of. acknowledging that.]

"...you guys get into situations like that often?"

yup. lots. things have calmed down more recently, but it's always at least a little chaotic.

"..damn. does this happen when Lewis is around, too, or."

well for the thing we told you about, he wasn't there. but clippy has done stuff with him around.

"..clippy just sounds like a bitch."

clippy is a bitch.

"mhm.."

[they stand up]

"so, did Lewis say how long you guys were gonna be here?"

nope!

"a h."

[god damn you, lewis.]

he just said he had to go see someone. i dunno why he didn't just leave us at the daycare.

"probably felt it was better to leave you in someone elses care instead of leaving you unsupervised."

he's not the only daycare attendant.

"..huh."

[..well, then.]

"...how many are there?"

two, including him.

...

i just realised i haven't properly introduced myself. my name is comet, and i'm..

[they count on their fingers]

less than 10 years old.

"right. im wilhelm. the other guy was stanford, the, uh, triangle is valerie, and— well, hes not home, but the other guy with the glasses is harvey."

great.

[MIKE, who has finally been freed by TREE FORD, is here now]

and here's mister main character himself.

shut up.. that guy's confiscated all of my vials now...

good. i hate those things.

"thank god... dont do shit like that in my house again."

yeah, sure, whatever. i've done that before; you didn't need to step in.

"I dont really care if youve done stuff like that before, I dont want it being done in my house. or to any of the other kids in my house."

okay, fine. i won't. i promise.

i'll go looking in your mind for if you have another brain parasite if you pull something like that again.

[MIKE glares at COMET and puts his hands on his head]

don't you dare.

"'brain parasite'?"

yeah, it was-

p u r p l e .

yup. purple.

"..eugh. purple."

do you not like the colour purple?

"I know a guy whos associated with purple. he killed kids. so, not the most fond of the color."

[they both look at each other, then back at WILHELM. not a word is said.]

"...theres a man like that in your universe, isnt there."

the brain parasite was the guy.

"jesus fucking christ."

i don't think my limbs have recovered still.

i don't think i've recovered from seeing all of the blood.

i've certainly not recovered from funkydog vomiting all over me.

[ohhh jesus christ that is. god damn. Williams gotta ruin shit in every universe huh.]

"I wouldnt recover all too quickly if I were you kids, either. good lord."

yeahh...

[what to say now, what to say nowww...]

"..you kids hungry, yet? I could probably fix you guys something to eat..like chicken nuggets, or something."

i'm not hungry.

i've never seen comet eat or drink-

i'm hungry!

[oh, they're back]

"oh!— okay, so, uhh..food for you guys minus comet, then."

NUGGETS!

i'm on a strict diet.

it's not a diet; you're just poor and homeless.

i'm not poor. i steal from that rich kid all the time.

"nuggets, aaand..."

[they look at mike. what are you gonna eat buddy boy.]

..nuggets.

YAYYY!!

oh my god, shut up-

[they smile. thats that, then.]

[they look at comet again]

"sure youre not hungry?"

yep. absolutely sure.

#comet

sorry about mike.

maniac sauce needs to chill the frickety frack out.

..yeah. that.

@mostly-unsupervis3d

"youre telling me.."

[the antichrist sighs, running a hand down his face before crouching down.]

"..I appreciate the apology, kid. think charlie might be the one who deserves it more, though."

[they point a finger at the two of them.]

"but you kids shouldnt be going along with bullshit like that so long as youre in my house, alright? I wont stand for it."

.. eh, mike’s done worse before.

at least there was no blood. that would’ve ended VERY badly!

oh yeah. no arms were ripped off.

hah, yeah.

"..."

"...that does not reassure me in the slightest. none of that."

[..theyre keeping their babies faar away from these kids. specifically mike. jesus christ, Lewis. what the fuck.]

well the arm thing happened to me, and it’s fine now. clippy tore my arm off.

clippy sucks.

burnt pizza man.

[COMET nods]

burnt pizza man.

"...do I want to know who that is, or.."

evil burnt pizza man.

"...jesus christ— well, uh.."

[fuckfuckfuckfuckkkkkk what do I say to THAT—]

"...glad you kids are okay, now."

fine isn’t how i’d put it but sure.

oh, and that time we went to the basement was cool too!

yeah, yeah, go talk to charlotte about it.

okay!

[FUNKYDOG runs off]

just between you and me; i prefer mike to them. they’re a headache.

"...uh-huhh.."

[they dont seem like theyre agreeing, just sort of. acknowledging that.]

"...you guys get into situations like that often?"

yup. lots. things have calmed down more recently, but it's always at least a little chaotic.

"..damn. does this happen when Lewis is around, too, or."

well for the thing we told you about, he wasn't there. but clippy has done stuff with him around.

"..clippy just sounds like a bitch."

clippy is a bitch.

"mhm.."

[they stand up]

"so, did Lewis say how long you guys were gonna be here?"

nope!

"a h."

[god damn you, lewis.]

he just said he had to go see someone. i dunno why he didn't just leave us at the daycare.

"probably felt it was better to leave you in someone elses care instead of leaving you unsupervised."

he's not the only daycare attendant.

"..huh."

[..well, then.]

"...how many are there?"

two, including him.

...

i just realised i haven't properly introduced myself. my name is comet, and i'm..

[they count on their fingers]

less than 10 years old.

"right. im wilhelm. the other guy was stanford, the, uh, triangle is valerie, and— well, hes not home, but the other guy with the glasses is harvey."

great.

[MIKE, who has finally been freed by TREE FORD, is here now]

and here's mister main character himself.

shut up.. that guy's confiscated all of my vials now...

good. i hate those things.

"thank god... dont do shit like that in my house again."

yeah, sure, whatever. i've done that before; you didn't need to step in.

"I dont really care if youve done stuff like that before, I dont want it being done in my house. or to any of the other kids in my house."

okay, fine. i won't. i promise.

i'll go looking in your mind for if you have another brain parasite if you pull something like that again.

[MIKE glares at COMET and puts his hands on his head]

don't you dare.

"'brain parasite'?"

yeah, it was-

p u r p l e .

yup. purple.

"..eugh. purple."

do you not like the colour purple?

"I know a guy whos associated with purple. he killed kids. so, not the most fond of the color."

[they both look at each other, then back at WILHELM. not a word is said.]

"...theres a man like that in your universe, isnt there."

the brain parasite was the guy.

"jesus fucking christ."

i don't think my limbs have recovered still.

i don't think i've recovered from seeing all of the blood.

i've certainly not recovered from funkydog vomiting all over me.

[ohhh jesus christ that is. god damn. Williams gotta ruin shit in every universe huh.]

"I wouldnt recover all too quickly if I were you kids, either. good lord."

yeahh...

[what to say now, what to say nowww...]

"..you kids hungry, yet? I could probably fix you guys something to eat..like chicken nuggets, or something."

i'm not hungry.

i've never seen comet eat or drink-

i'm hungry!

[oh, they're back]

"oh!— okay, so, uhh..food for you guys minus comet, then."

NUGGETS!

i'm on a strict diet.

it's not a diet; you're just poor and homeless.

i'm not poor. i steal from that rich kid all the time.

"nuggets, aaand..."

[they look at mike. what are you gonna eat buddy boy.]

..nuggets.

YAYYY!!

oh my god, shut up-

#mike #funkydog

sorry about mike.

maniac sauce needs to chill the frickety frack out.

..yeah. that.

@mostly-unsupervis3d

"youre telling me.."

[the antichrist sighs, running a hand down his face before crouching down.]

"..I appreciate the apology, kid. think charlie might be the one who deserves it more, though."

[they point a finger at the two of them.]

"but you kids shouldnt be going along with bullshit like that so long as youre in my house, alright? I wont stand for it."

.. eh, mike’s done worse before.

at least there was no blood. that would’ve ended VERY badly!

oh yeah. no arms were ripped off.

hah, yeah.

"..."

"...that does not reassure me in the slightest. none of that."

[..theyre keeping their babies faar away from these kids. specifically mike. jesus christ, Lewis. what the fuck.]

well the arm thing happened to me, and it’s fine now. clippy tore my arm off.

clippy sucks.

burnt pizza man.

[COMET nods]

burnt pizza man.

"...do I want to know who that is, or.."

evil burnt pizza man.

"...jesus christ— well, uh.."

[fuckfuckfuckfuckkkkkk what do I say to THAT—]

"...glad you kids are okay, now."

fine isn’t how i’d put it but sure.

oh, and that time we went to the basement was cool too!

yeah, yeah, go talk to charlotte about it.

okay!

[FUNKYDOG runs off]

just between you and me; i prefer mike to them. they’re a headache.

"...uh-huhh.."

[they dont seem like theyre agreeing, just sort of. acknowledging that.]

"...you guys get into situations like that often?"

yup. lots. things have calmed down more recently, but it's always at least a little chaotic.

"..damn. does this happen when Lewis is around, too, or."

well for the thing we told you about, he wasn't there. but clippy has done stuff with him around.

"..clippy just sounds like a bitch."

clippy is a bitch.

"mhm.."

[they stand up]

"so, did Lewis say how long you guys were gonna be here?"

nope!

"a h."

[god damn you, lewis.]

he just said he had to go see someone. i dunno why he didn't just leave us at the daycare.

"probably felt it was better to leave you in someone elses care instead of leaving you unsupervised."

he's not the only daycare attendant.

"..huh."

[..well, then.]

"...how many are there?"

two, including him.

...

i just realised i haven't properly introduced myself. my name is comet, and i'm..

[they count on their fingers]

less than 10 years old.

"right. im wilhelm. the other guy was stanford, the, uh, triangle is valerie, and— well, hes not home, but the other guy with the glasses is harvey."

great.

[MIKE, who has finally been freed by TREE FORD, is here now]

and here's mister main character himself.

shut up.. that guy's confiscated all of my vials now...

good. i hate those things.

"thank god... dont do shit like that in my house again."

yeah, sure, whatever. i've done that before; you didn't need to step in.

"I dont really care if youve done stuff like that before, I dont want it being done in my house. or to any of the other kids in my house."

okay, fine. i won't. i promise.

i'll go looking in your mind for if you have another brain parasite if you pull something like that again.

[MIKE glares at COMET and puts his hands on his head]

don't you dare.

"'brain parasite'?"

yeah, it was-

p u r p l e .

yup. purple.

"..eugh. purple."

do you not like the colour purple?

"I know a guy whos associated with purple. he killed kids. so, not the most fond of the color."

[they both look at each other, then back at WILHELM. not a word is said.]

"...theres a man like that in your universe, isnt there."

the brain parasite was the guy.

"jesus fucking christ."

i don't think my limbs have recovered still.

i don't think i've recovered from seeing all of the blood.

i've certainly not recovered from funkydog vomiting all over me.

[ohhh jesus christ that is. god damn. Williams gotta ruin shit in every universe huh.]

"I wouldnt recover all too quickly if I were you kids, either. good lord."

yeahh...

[what to say now, what to say nowww...]

"..you kids hungry, yet? I could probably fix you guys something to eat..like chicken nuggets, or something."

i'm not hungry.

i've never seen comet eat or drink-

i'm hungry!

[oh, they're back]

"oh!— okay, so, uhh..food for you guys minus comet, then."

NUGGETS!

i'm on a strict diet.

it's not a diet; you're just poor and homeless.

i'm not poor. i steal from that rich kid all the time.

#funkydog #mike

sorry about mike.

maniac sauce needs to chill the frickety frack out.

..yeah. that.

@mostly-unsupervis3d

"youre telling me.."

[the antichrist sighs, running a hand down his face before crouching down.]

"..I appreciate the apology, kid. think charlie might be the one who deserves it more, though."

[they point a finger at the two of them.]

"but you kids shouldnt be going along with bullshit like that so long as youre in my house, alright? I wont stand for it."

.. eh, mike’s done worse before.

at least there was no blood. that would’ve ended VERY badly!

oh yeah. no arms were ripped off.

hah, yeah.

"..."

"...that does not reassure me in the slightest. none of that."

[..theyre keeping their babies faar away from these kids. specifically mike. jesus christ, Lewis. what the fuck.]

well the arm thing happened to me, and it’s fine now. clippy tore my arm off.

clippy sucks.

burnt pizza man.

[COMET nods]

burnt pizza man.

"...do I want to know who that is, or.."

evil burnt pizza man.

"...jesus christ— well, uh.."

[fuckfuckfuckfuckkkkkk what do I say to THAT—]

"...glad you kids are okay, now."

fine isn’t how i’d put it but sure.

oh, and that time we went to the basement was cool too!

yeah, yeah, go talk to charlotte about it.

okay!

[FUNKYDOG runs off]

just between you and me; i prefer mike to them. they’re a headache.

"...uh-huhh.."

[they dont seem like theyre agreeing, just sort of. acknowledging that.]

"...you guys get into situations like that often?"

yup. lots. things have calmed down more recently, but it's always at least a little chaotic.

"..damn. does this happen when Lewis is around, too, or."

well for the thing we told you about, he wasn't there. but clippy has done stuff with him around.

"..clippy just sounds like a bitch."

clippy is a bitch.

"mhm.."

[they stand up]

"so, did Lewis say how long you guys were gonna be here?"

nope!

"a h."

[god damn you, lewis.]

he just said he had to go see someone. i dunno why he didn't just leave us at the daycare.

"probably felt it was better to leave you in someone elses care instead of leaving you unsupervised."

he's not the only daycare attendant.

"..huh."

[..well, then.]

"...how many are there?"

two, including him.

...

i just realised i haven't properly introduced myself. my name is comet, and i'm..

[they count on their fingers]

less than 10 years old.

"right. im wilhelm. the other guy was stanford, the, uh, triangle is valerie, and— well, hes not home, but the other guy with the glasses is harvey."

great.

[MIKE, who has finally been freed by TREE FORD, is here now]

and here's mister main character himself.

shut up.. that guy's confiscated all of my vials now...

good. i hate those things.

"thank god... dont do shit like that in my house again."

yeah, sure, whatever. i've done that before; you didn't need to step in.

"I dont really care if youve done stuff like that before, I dont want it being done in my house. or to any of the other kids in my house."

okay, fine. i won't. i promise.

i'll go looking in your mind for if you have another brain parasite if you pull something like that again.

[MIKE glares at COMET and puts his hands on his head]

don't you dare.

"'brain parasite'?"

yeah, it was-

p u r p l e .

yup. purple.

"..eugh. purple."

do you not like the colour purple?

"I know a guy whos associated with purple. he killed kids. so, not the most fond of the color."

[they both look at each other, then back at WILHELM. not a word is said.]

"...theres a man like that in your universe, isnt there."

the brain parasite was the guy.

"jesus fucking christ."

i don't think my limbs have recovered still.

i don't think i've recovered from seeing all of the blood.

i've certainly not recovered from funkydog vomiting all over me.

[ohhh jesus christ that is. god damn. Williams gotta ruin shit in every universe huh.]

"I wouldnt recover all too quickly if I were you kids, either. good lord."

yeahh...

[what to say now, what to say nowww...]

"..you kids hungry, yet? I could probably fix you guys something to eat..like chicken nuggets, or something."

i'm not hungry.

i've never seen comet eat or drink-

i'm hungry!

[oh, they're back]

#comet #mike #funkydog

sorry about mike.

maniac sauce needs to chill the frickety frack out.

..yeah. that.

@mostly-unsupervis3d

"youre telling me.."

[the antichrist sighs, running a hand down his face before crouching down.]

"..I appreciate the apology, kid. think charlie might be the one who deserves it more, though."

[they point a finger at the two of them.]

"but you kids shouldnt be going along with bullshit like that so long as youre in my house, alright? I wont stand for it."

.. eh, mike’s done worse before.

at least there was no blood. that would’ve ended VERY badly!

oh yeah. no arms were ripped off.

hah, yeah.

"..."

"...that does not reassure me in the slightest. none of that."

[..theyre keeping their babies faar away from these kids. specifically mike. jesus christ, Lewis. what the fuck.]

well the arm thing happened to me, and it’s fine now. clippy tore my arm off.

clippy sucks.

burnt pizza man.

[COMET nods]

burnt pizza man.

"...do I want to know who that is, or.."

evil burnt pizza man.

"...jesus christ— well, uh.."

[fuckfuckfuckfuckkkkkk what do I say to THAT—]

"...glad you kids are okay, now."

fine isn’t how i’d put it but sure.

oh, and that time we went to the basement was cool too!

yeah, yeah, go talk to charlotte about it.

okay!

[FUNKYDOG runs off]

just between you and me; i prefer mike to them. they’re a headache.

"...uh-huhh.."

[they dont seem like theyre agreeing, just sort of. acknowledging that.]

"...you guys get into situations like that often?"

yup. lots. things have calmed down more recently, but it's always at least a little chaotic.

"..damn. does this happen when Lewis is around, too, or."

well for the thing we told you about, he wasn't there. but clippy has done stuff with him around.

"..clippy just sounds like a bitch."

clippy is a bitch.

"mhm.."

[they stand up]

"so, did Lewis say how long you guys were gonna be here?"

nope!

"a h."

[god damn you, lewis.]

he just said he had to go see someone. i dunno why he didn't just leave us at the daycare.

"probably felt it was better to leave you in someone elses care instead of leaving you unsupervised."

he's not the only daycare attendant.

"..huh."

[..well, then.]

"...how many are there?"

two, including him.

...

i just realised i haven't properly introduced myself. my name is comet, and i'm..

[they count on their fingers]

less than 10 years old.

"right. im wilhelm. the other guy was stanford, the, uh, triangle is valerie, and— well, hes not home, but the other guy with the glasses is harvey."

great.

[MIKE, who has finally been freed by TREE FORD, is here now]

and here's mister main character himself.

shut up.. that guy's confiscated all of my vials now...

good. i hate those things.

"thank god... dont do shit like that in my house again."

yeah, sure, whatever. i've done that before; you didn't need to step in.

"I dont really care if youve done stuff like that before, I dont want it being done in my house. or to any of the other kids in my house."

okay, fine. i won't. i promise.

i'll go looking in your mind for if you have another brain parasite if you pull something like that again.

[MIKE glares at COMET and puts his hands on his head]

don't you dare.

"'brain parasite'?"

yeah, it was-

p u r p l e .

yup. purple.

"..eugh. purple."

do you not like the colour purple?

"I know a guy whos associated with purple. he killed kids. so, not the most fond of the color."

[they both look at each other, then back at WILHELM. not a word is said.]

"...theres a man like that in your universe, isnt there."

the brain parasite was the guy.

"jesus fucking christ."

i don't think my limbs have recovered still.

i don't think i've recovered from seeing all of the blood.

i've certainly not recovered from funkydog vomiting all over me.

[ohhh jesus christ that is. god damn. Williams gotta ruin shit in every universe huh.]

"I wouldnt recover all too quickly if I were you kids, either. good lord."

yeahh...

#comet

sorry about mike.

maniac sauce needs to chill the frickety frack out.

..yeah. that.

@mostly-unsupervis3d

"youre telling me.."

[the antichrist sighs, running a hand down his face before crouching down.]

"..I appreciate the apology, kid. think charlie might be the one who deserves it more, though."

[they point a finger at the two of them.]

"but you kids shouldnt be going along with bullshit like that so long as youre in my house, alright? I wont stand for it."

.. eh, mike’s done worse before.

at least there was no blood. that would’ve ended VERY badly!

oh yeah. no arms were ripped off.

hah, yeah.

"..."

"...that does not reassure me in the slightest. none of that."

[..theyre keeping their babies faar away from these kids. specifically mike. jesus christ, Lewis. what the fuck.]

well the arm thing happened to me, and it’s fine now. clippy tore my arm off.

clippy sucks.

burnt pizza man.

[COMET nods]

burnt pizza man.

"...do I want to know who that is, or.."

evil burnt pizza man.

"...jesus christ— well, uh.."

[fuckfuckfuckfuckkkkkk what do I say to THAT—]

"...glad you kids are okay, now."

fine isn’t how i’d put it but sure.

oh, and that time we went to the basement was cool too!

yeah, yeah, go talk to charlotte about it.

okay!

[FUNKYDOG runs off]

just between you and me; i prefer mike to them. they’re a headache.

"...uh-huhh.."

[they dont seem like theyre agreeing, just sort of. acknowledging that.]

"...you guys get into situations like that often?"

yup. lots. things have calmed down more recently, but it's always at least a little chaotic.

"..damn. does this happen when Lewis is around, too, or."

well for the thing we told you about, he wasn't there. but clippy has done stuff with him around.

"..clippy just sounds like a bitch."

clippy is a bitch.

"mhm.."

[they stand up]

"so, did Lewis say how long you guys were gonna be here?"

nope!

"a h."

[god damn you, lewis.]

he just said he had to go see someone. i dunno why he didn't just leave us at the daycare.

"probably felt it was better to leave you in someone elses care instead of leaving you unsupervised."

he's not the only daycare attendant.

"..huh."

[..well, then.]

"...how many are there?"

two, including him.

...

i just realised i haven't properly introduced myself. my name is comet, and i'm..

[they count on their fingers]

less than 10 years old.

"right. im wilhelm. the other guy was stanford, the, uh, triangle is valerie, and— well, hes not home, but the other guy with the glasses is harvey."

great.

[MIKE, who has finally been freed by TREE FORD, is here now]

and here's mister main character himself.

shut up.. that guy's confiscated all of my vials now...

good. i hate those things.

"thank god... dont do shit like that in my house again."

yeah, sure, whatever. i've done that before; you didn't need to step in.

"I dont really care if youve done stuff like that before, I dont want it being done in my house. or to any of the other kids in my house."

okay, fine. i won't. i promise.

i'll go looking in your mind for if you have another brain parasite if you pull something like that again.

[MIKE glares at COMET and puts his hands on his head]

don't you dare.

"'brain parasite'?"

yeah, it was-

p u r p l e .

yup. purple.

"..eugh. purple."

do you not like the colour purple?

"I know a guy whos associated with purple. he killed kids. so, not the most fond of the color."

[they both look at each other, then back at WILHELM. not a word is said.]

"...theres a man like that in your universe, isnt there."

the brain parasite was the guy.

"jesus fucking christ."

i don't think my limbs have recovered still.

i don't think i've recovered from seeing all of the blood.

i've certainly not recovered from funkydog vomiting all over me.

sorry about mike.

maniac sauce needs to chill the frickety frack out.

..yeah. that.

@mostly-unsupervis3d

"youre telling me.."

[the antichrist sighs, running a hand down his face before crouching down.]

"..I appreciate the apology, kid. think charlie might be the one who deserves it more, though."

[they point a finger at the two of them.]

"but you kids shouldnt be going along with bullshit like that so long as youre in my house, alright? I wont stand for it."

.. eh, mike’s done worse before.

at least there was no blood. that would’ve ended VERY badly!

oh yeah. no arms were ripped off.

hah, yeah.

"..."

"...that does not reassure me in the slightest. none of that."

[..theyre keeping their babies faar away from these kids. specifically mike. jesus christ, Lewis. what the fuck.]

well the arm thing happened to me, and it’s fine now. clippy tore my arm off.

clippy sucks.

burnt pizza man.

[COMET nods]

burnt pizza man.

"...do I want to know who that is, or.."

evil burnt pizza man.

"...jesus christ— well, uh.."

[fuckfuckfuckfuckkkkkk what do I say to THAT—]

"...glad you kids are okay, now."

fine isn’t how i’d put it but sure.

oh, and that time we went to the basement was cool too!

yeah, yeah, go talk to charlotte about it.

okay!

[FUNKYDOG runs off]

just between you and me; i prefer mike to them. they’re a headache.

"...uh-huhh.."

[they dont seem like theyre agreeing, just sort of. acknowledging that.]

"...you guys get into situations like that often?"

yup. lots. things have calmed down more recently, but it's always at least a little chaotic.

"..damn. does this happen when Lewis is around, too, or."

well for the thing we told you about, he wasn't there. but clippy has done stuff with him around.

"..clippy just sounds like a bitch."

clippy is a bitch.

"mhm.."

[they stand up]

"so, did Lewis say how long you guys were gonna be here?"

nope!

"a h."

[god damn you, lewis.]

he just said he had to go see someone. i dunno why he didn't just leave us at the daycare.

"probably felt it was better to leave you in someone elses care instead of leaving you unsupervised."

he's not the only daycare attendant.

"..huh."

[..well, then.]

"...how many are there?"

two, including him.

...

i just realised i haven't properly introduced myself. my name is comet, and i'm..

[they count on their fingers]

less than 10 years old.

"right. im wilhelm. the other guy was stanford, the, uh, triangle is valerie, and— well, hes not home, but the other guy with the glasses is harvey."

great.

[MIKE, who has finally been freed by TREE FORD, is here now]

and here's mister main character himself.

shut up.. that guy's confiscated all of my vials now...

good. i hate those things.

"thank god... dont do shit like that in my house again."

yeah, sure, whatever. i've done that before; you didn't need to step in.

"I dont really care if youve done stuff like that before, I dont want it being done in my house. or to any of the other kids in my house."

okay, fine. i won't. i promise.

i'll go looking in your mind for if you have another brain parasite if you pull something like that again.

[MIKE glares at COMET and puts his hands on his head]

don't you dare.

"'brain parasite'?"

yeah, it was-

p u r p l e .

yup. purple.

"..eugh. purple."

do you not like the colour purple?

"I know a guy whos associated with purple. he killed kids. so, not the most fond of the color."

[they both look at each other, then back at WILHELM. not a word is said.]

"...theres a man like that in your universe, isnt there."

the brain parasite was the guy.

#comet

sorry about mike.

maniac sauce needs to chill the frickety frack out.

..yeah. that.

@mostly-unsupervis3d

"youre telling me.."

[the antichrist sighs, running a hand down his face before crouching down.]

"..I appreciate the apology, kid. think charlie might be the one who deserves it more, though."

[they point a finger at the two of them.]

"but you kids shouldnt be going along with bullshit like that so long as youre in my house, alright? I wont stand for it."

.. eh, mike’s done worse before.

at least there was no blood. that would’ve ended VERY badly!

oh yeah. no arms were ripped off.

hah, yeah.

"..."

"...that does not reassure me in the slightest. none of that."

[..theyre keeping their babies faar away from these kids. specifically mike. jesus christ, Lewis. what the fuck.]

well the arm thing happened to me, and it’s fine now. clippy tore my arm off.

clippy sucks.

burnt pizza man.

[COMET nods]

burnt pizza man.

"...do I want to know who that is, or.."

evil burnt pizza man.

"...jesus christ— well, uh.."

[fuckfuckfuckfuckkkkkk what do I say to THAT—]

"...glad you kids are okay, now."

fine isn’t how i’d put it but sure.

oh, and that time we went to the basement was cool too!

yeah, yeah, go talk to charlotte about it.

okay!

[FUNKYDOG runs off]

just between you and me; i prefer mike to them. they’re a headache.

"...uh-huhh.."

[they dont seem like theyre agreeing, just sort of. acknowledging that.]

"...you guys get into situations like that often?"

yup. lots. things have calmed down more recently, but it's always at least a little chaotic.

"..damn. does this happen when Lewis is around, too, or."

well for the thing we told you about, he wasn't there. but clippy has done stuff with him around.

"..clippy just sounds like a bitch."

clippy is a bitch.

"mhm.."

[they stand up]

"so, did Lewis say how long you guys were gonna be here?"

nope!

"a h."

[god damn you, lewis.]

he just said he had to go see someone. i dunno why he didn't just leave us at the daycare.

"probably felt it was better to leave you in someone elses care instead of leaving you unsupervised."

he's not the only daycare attendant.

"..huh."

[..well, then.]

"...how many are there?"

two, including him.

...

i just realised i haven't properly introduced myself. my name is comet, and i'm..

[they count on their fingers]

less than 10 years old.

"right. im wilhelm. the other guy was stanford, the, uh, triangle is valerie, and— well, hes not home, but the other guy with the glasses is harvey."

great.

[MIKE, who has finally been freed by TREE FORD, is here now]

and here's mister main character himself.

shut up.. that guy's confiscated all of my vials now...

good. i hate those things.

"thank god... dont do shit like that in my house again."

yeah, sure, whatever. i've done that before; you didn't need to step in.

"I dont really care if youve done stuff like that before, I dont want it being done in my house. or to any of the other kids in my house."

okay, fine. i won't. i promise.

i'll go looking in your mind for if you have another brain parasite if you pull something like that again.

[MIKE glares at COMET and puts his hands on his head]

don't you dare.

"'brain parasite'?"

yeah, it was-

p u r p l e .

yup. purple.

"..eugh. purple."

do you not like the colour purple?

"I know a guy whos associated with purple. he killed kids. so, not the most fond of the color."

[they both look at each other, then back at WILHELM. not a word is said.]

sorry about mike.

maniac sauce needs to chill the frickety frack out.

..yeah. that.

@mostly-unsupervis3d

"youre telling me.."

[the antichrist sighs, running a hand down his face before crouching down.]

"..I appreciate the apology, kid. think charlie might be the one who deserves it more, though."

[they point a finger at the two of them.]

"but you kids shouldnt be going along with bullshit like that so long as youre in my house, alright? I wont stand for it."

.. eh, mike’s done worse before.

at least there was no blood. that would’ve ended VERY badly!

oh yeah. no arms were ripped off.

hah, yeah.

"..."

"...that does not reassure me in the slightest. none of that."

[..theyre keeping their babies faar away from these kids. specifically mike. jesus christ, Lewis. what the fuck.]

well the arm thing happened to me, and it’s fine now. clippy tore my arm off.

clippy sucks.

burnt pizza man.

[COMET nods]

burnt pizza man.

"...do I want to know who that is, or.."

evil burnt pizza man.

"...jesus christ— well, uh.."

[fuckfuckfuckfuckkkkkk what do I say to THAT—]

"...glad you kids are okay, now."

fine isn’t how i’d put it but sure.

oh, and that time we went to the basement was cool too!

yeah, yeah, go talk to charlotte about it.

okay!

[FUNKYDOG runs off]

just between you and me; i prefer mike to them. they’re a headache.

"...uh-huhh.."

[they dont seem like theyre agreeing, just sort of. acknowledging that.]

"...you guys get into situations like that often?"

yup. lots. things have calmed down more recently, but it's always at least a little chaotic.

"..damn. does this happen when Lewis is around, too, or."

well for the thing we told you about, he wasn't there. but clippy has done stuff with him around.

"..clippy just sounds like a bitch."

clippy is a bitch.

"mhm.."

[they stand up]

"so, did Lewis say how long you guys were gonna be here?"

nope!

"a h."

[god damn you, lewis.]

he just said he had to go see someone. i dunno why he didn't just leave us at the daycare.

"probably felt it was better to leave you in someone elses care instead of leaving you unsupervised."

he's not the only daycare attendant.

"..huh."

[..well, then.]

"...how many are there?"

two, including him.

...

i just realised i haven't properly introduced myself. my name is comet, and i'm..

[they count on their fingers]

less than 10 years old.

"right. im wilhelm. the other guy was stanford, the, uh, triangle is valerie, and— well, hes not home, but the other guy with the glasses is harvey."

great.

[MIKE, who has finally been freed by TREE FORD, is here now]

and here's mister main character himself.

shut up.. that guy's confiscated all of my vials now...

good. i hate those things.

"thank god... dont do shit like that in my house again."

yeah, sure, whatever. i've done that before; you didn't need to step in.

"I dont really care if youve done stuff like that before, I dont want it being done in my house. or to any of the other kids in my house."

okay, fine. i won't. i promise.

i'll go looking in your mind for if you have another brain parasite if you pull something like that again.

[MIKE glares at COMET and puts his hands on his head]

don't you dare.

"'brain parasite'?"

yeah, it was-

p u r p l e .

yup. purple.

"..eugh. purple."

do you not like the colour purple?

#mike

sorry about mike.

maniac sauce needs to chill the frickety frack out.

..yeah. that.

@mostly-unsupervis3d

"youre telling me.."

[the antichrist sighs, running a hand down his face before crouching down.]

"..I appreciate the apology, kid. think charlie might be the one who deserves it more, though."

[they point a finger at the two of them.]

"but you kids shouldnt be going along with bullshit like that so long as youre in my house, alright? I wont stand for it."

.. eh, mike’s done worse before.

at least there was no blood. that would’ve ended VERY badly!

oh yeah. no arms were ripped off.

hah, yeah.

"..."

"...that does not reassure me in the slightest. none of that."

[..theyre keeping their babies faar away from these kids. specifically mike. jesus christ, Lewis. what the fuck.]

well the arm thing happened to me, and it’s fine now. clippy tore my arm off.

clippy sucks.

burnt pizza man.

[COMET nods]

burnt pizza man.

"...do I want to know who that is, or.."

evil burnt pizza man.

"...jesus christ— well, uh.."

[fuckfuckfuckfuckkkkkk what do I say to THAT—]

"...glad you kids are okay, now."

fine isn’t how i’d put it but sure.

oh, and that time we went to the basement was cool too!

yeah, yeah, go talk to charlotte about it.

okay!

[FUNKYDOG runs off]

just between you and me; i prefer mike to them. they’re a headache.

"...uh-huhh.."

[they dont seem like theyre agreeing, just sort of. acknowledging that.]

"...you guys get into situations like that often?"

yup. lots. things have calmed down more recently, but it's always at least a little chaotic.

"..damn. does this happen when Lewis is around, too, or."

well for the thing we told you about, he wasn't there. but clippy has done stuff with him around.

"..clippy just sounds like a bitch."

clippy is a bitch.

"mhm.."

[they stand up]

"so, did Lewis say how long you guys were gonna be here?"

nope!

"a h."

[god damn you, lewis.]

he just said he had to go see someone. i dunno why he didn't just leave us at the daycare.

"probably felt it was better to leave you in someone elses care instead of leaving you unsupervised."

he's not the only daycare attendant.

"..huh."

[..well, then.]

"...how many are there?"

two, including him.

...

i just realised i haven't properly introduced myself. my name is comet, and i'm..

[they count on their fingers]

less than 10 years old.

"right. im wilhelm. the other guy was stanford, the, uh, triangle is valerie, and— well, hes not home, but the other guy with the glasses is harvey."

great.

[MIKE, who has finally been freed by TREE FORD, is here now]

and here's mister main character himself.

shut up.. that guy's confiscated all of my vials now...

good. i hate those things.

"thank god... dont do shit like that in my house again."

yeah, sure, whatever. i've done that before; you didn't need to step in.

"I dont really care if youve done stuff like that before, I dont want it being done in my house. or to any of the other kids in my house."

okay, fine. i won't. i promise.

i'll go looking in your mind for if you have another brain parasite if you pull something like that again.

[MIKE glares at COMET and puts his hands on his head]

don't you dare.

"'brain parasite'?"

yeah, it was-

p u r p l e .

yup. purple.

sorry about mike.

maniac sauce needs to chill the frickety frack out.

..yeah. that.

@mostly-unsupervis3d

"youre telling me.."

[the antichrist sighs, running a hand down his face before crouching down.]

"..I appreciate the apology, kid. think charlie might be the one who deserves it more, though."

[they point a finger at the two of them.]

"but you kids shouldnt be going along with bullshit like that so long as youre in my house, alright? I wont stand for it."

.. eh, mike’s done worse before.

at least there was no blood. that would’ve ended VERY badly!

oh yeah. no arms were ripped off.

hah, yeah.

"..."

"...that does not reassure me in the slightest. none of that."

[..theyre keeping their babies faar away from these kids. specifically mike. jesus christ, Lewis. what the fuck.]

well the arm thing happened to me, and it’s fine now. clippy tore my arm off.

clippy sucks.

burnt pizza man.

[COMET nods]

burnt pizza man.

"...do I want to know who that is, or.."

evil burnt pizza man.

"...jesus christ— well, uh.."

[fuckfuckfuckfuckkkkkk what do I say to THAT—]

"...glad you kids are okay, now."

fine isn’t how i’d put it but sure.

oh, and that time we went to the basement was cool too!

yeah, yeah, go talk to charlotte about it.

okay!

[FUNKYDOG runs off]

just between you and me; i prefer mike to them. they’re a headache.

"...uh-huhh.."

[they dont seem like theyre agreeing, just sort of. acknowledging that.]

"...you guys get into situations like that often?"

yup. lots. things have calmed down more recently, but it's always at least a little chaotic.

"..damn. does this happen when Lewis is around, too, or."

well for the thing we told you about, he wasn't there. but clippy has done stuff with him around.

"..clippy just sounds like a bitch."

clippy is a bitch.

"mhm.."

[they stand up]

"so, did Lewis say how long you guys were gonna be here?"

nope!

"a h."

[god damn you, lewis.]

he just said he had to go see someone. i dunno why he didn't just leave us at the daycare.

"probably felt it was better to leave you in someone elses care instead of leaving you unsupervised."

he's not the only daycare attendant.

"..huh."

[..well, then.]

"...how many are there?"

two, including him.

...

i just realised i haven't properly introduced myself. my name is comet, and i'm..

[they count on their fingers]

less than 10 years old.

"right. im wilhelm. the other guy was stanford, the, uh, triangle is valerie, and— well, hes not home, but the other guy with the glasses is harvey."

great.

[MIKE, who has finally been freed by TREE FORD, is here now]

and here's mister main character himself.

shut up.. that guy's confiscated all of my vials now...

good. i hate those things.

"thank god... dont do shit like that in my house again."

yeah, sure, whatever. i've done that before; you didn't need to step in.

"I dont really care if youve done stuff like that before, I dont want it being done in my house. or to any of the other kids in my house."

okay, fine. i won't. i promise.

i'll go looking in your mind for if you have another brain parasite if you pull something like that again.

[MIKE glares at COMET and puts his hands on his head]

don't you dare.

#mike #comet

sorry about mike.

maniac sauce needs to chill the frickety frack out.

..yeah. that.

@mostly-unsupervis3d

"youre telling me.."

[the antichrist sighs, running a hand down his face before crouching down.]

"..I appreciate the apology, kid. think charlie might be the one who deserves it more, though."

[they point a finger at the two of them.]

"but you kids shouldnt be going along with bullshit like that so long as youre in my house, alright? I wont stand for it."

.. eh, mike’s done worse before.

at least there was no blood. that would’ve ended VERY badly!

oh yeah. no arms were ripped off.

hah, yeah.

"..."

"...that does not reassure me in the slightest. none of that."

[..theyre keeping their babies faar away from these kids. specifically mike. jesus christ, Lewis. what the fuck.]

well the arm thing happened to me, and it’s fine now. clippy tore my arm off.

clippy sucks.

burnt pizza man.

[COMET nods]

burnt pizza man.

"...do I want to know who that is, or.."

evil burnt pizza man.

"...jesus christ— well, uh.."

[fuckfuckfuckfuckkkkkk what do I say to THAT—]

"...glad you kids are okay, now."

fine isn’t how i’d put it but sure.

oh, and that time we went to the basement was cool too!

yeah, yeah, go talk to charlotte about it.

okay!

[FUNKYDOG runs off]

just between you and me; i prefer mike to them. they’re a headache.

"...uh-huhh.."

[they dont seem like theyre agreeing, just sort of. acknowledging that.]

"...you guys get into situations like that often?"

yup. lots. things have calmed down more recently, but it's always at least a little chaotic.

"..damn. does this happen when Lewis is around, too, or."

well for the thing we told you about, he wasn't there. but clippy has done stuff with him around.

"..clippy just sounds like a bitch."

clippy is a bitch.

"mhm.."

[they stand up]

"so, did Lewis say how long you guys were gonna be here?"

nope!

"a h."

[god damn you, lewis.]

he just said he had to go see someone. i dunno why he didn't just leave us at the daycare.

"probably felt it was better to leave you in someone elses care instead of leaving you unsupervised."

he's not the only daycare attendant.

"..huh."

[..well, then.]

"...how many are there?"

two, including him.

...

i just realised i haven't properly introduced myself. my name is comet, and i'm..

[they count on their fingers]

less than 10 years old.

"right. im wilhelm. the other guy was stanford, the, uh, triangle is valerie, and— well, hes not home, but the other guy with the glasses is harvey."

great.

[MIKE, who has finally been freed by TREE FORD, is here now]

and here's mister main character himself.

shut up.. that guy's confiscated all of my vials now...

good. i hate those things.

"thank god... dont do shit like that in my house again."

yeah, sure, whatever. i've done that before; you didn't need to step in.

#mike

sorry about mike.

maniac sauce needs to chill the frickety frack out.

..yeah. that.

@mostly-unsupervis3d

"youre telling me.."

[the antichrist sighs, running a hand down his face before crouching down.]

"..I appreciate the apology, kid. think charlie might be the one who deserves it more, though."

[they point a finger at the two of them.]

"but you kids shouldnt be going along with bullshit like that so long as youre in my house, alright? I wont stand for it."

.. eh, mike’s done worse before.

at least there was no blood. that would’ve ended VERY badly!

oh yeah. no arms were ripped off.

hah, yeah.

"..."

"...that does not reassure me in the slightest. none of that."

[..theyre keeping their babies faar away from these kids. specifically mike. jesus christ, Lewis. what the fuck.]

well the arm thing happened to me, and it’s fine now. clippy tore my arm off.

clippy sucks.

burnt pizza man.

[COMET nods]

burnt pizza man.

"...do I want to know who that is, or.."

evil burnt pizza man.

"...jesus christ— well, uh.."

[fuckfuckfuckfuckkkkkk what do I say to THAT—]

"...glad you kids are okay, now."

fine isn’t how i’d put it but sure.

oh, and that time we went to the basement was cool too!

yeah, yeah, go talk to charlotte about it.

okay!

[FUNKYDOG runs off]

just between you and me; i prefer mike to them. they’re a headache.

"...uh-huhh.."

[they dont seem like theyre agreeing, just sort of. acknowledging that.]

"...you guys get into situations like that often?"

yup. lots. things have calmed down more recently, but it's always at least a little chaotic.

"..damn. does this happen when Lewis is around, too, or."

well for the thing we told you about, he wasn't there. but clippy has done stuff with him around.

"..clippy just sounds like a bitch."

clippy is a bitch.

"mhm.."

[they stand up]

"so, did Lewis say how long you guys were gonna be here?"

nope!

"a h."

[god damn you, lewis.]

he just said he had to go see someone. i dunno why he didn't just leave us at the daycare.

"probably felt it was better to leave you in someone elses care instead of leaving you unsupervised."

he's not the only daycare attendant.

"..huh."

[..well, then.]

"...how many are there?"

two, including him.

...

i just realised i haven't properly introduced myself. my name is comet, and i'm..

[they count on their fingers]

less than 10 years old.

"right. im wilhelm. the other guy was stanford, the, uh, triangle is valerie, and— well, hes not home, but the other guy with the glasses is harvey."

great.

[MIKE, who has finally been freed by TREE FORD, is here now]

and here's mister main character himself.

shut up.. that guy's confiscated all of my vials now...

good. i hate those things.