The Famine

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[not-the-last-devastation]

Famine

[mariatadc]

Famine slunk through the hallways slowly, kicking a random ball it'd found along. It stopped abruptly as it heard noise outside of one of the doors, and creaked it open slightly, peering inside.

it deadass looks like this.

-@not-the-last-devastation

Cy seems to be in control. He is searching around, cursing to himself. The side min would be on is black, a comedy style face permanently there while the evil side of the two controls their body. Cy is throwing shit around, the side Min is on has a stump hand, Cy having a human type hand.

fucking hell.. stupid fucking child..

[not-the-last-devastation]

Famine slunk in further, crawling on all fives up the wall like some kind of spider, then clinging to the ceiling when it reached it.

It climbed over above Cy, head turning around backwards to be able to see them with a very quiet crack. What on earth were they doing..?

[mariatadc]

as the two sides speak, the opposite of who was speaking turning black.

Do you really think Sam did all this?

Of course i do. he is a absolute cunt.

he is 8! you cant call him that!

[not-the-last-devastation]

It was the embodiment of the 😐 emoji for a few seconds before it shook its head. Two people in the same body, and they were arguing. Curious. Almost as if on reflection, a second head grotesquely formed from Famine’s first. The two heads looked at each other before morphing back into one again.

These two were really loud, huh?

Reaching down from the ceiling, Famine grabbed hold of the floor with one arm, the the other, then set its three legs on the ground one at a time, still crawling like a crab. Whether it was tall enough to reach the ground from the ceiling before was debatable, but no change seemed to have occurred.

It is now sprawled out behind the two, still investigating their argument.

[mariatadc]

the two continued to argue, Min insisting he was only doing the right thing, while Cy refused to back down, continuing to tell Min of sams “terribleness”.

You were hurting him!

He was being a little jerk!

[not-the-last-devastation]

Well if he was being a little jerk maybe he deserved it! Famine nodded along to Cy’s side of the story, but as their arguing continued, Famine started to become unliking of all the sound.

It was a cacophony of noises. It rose to just the three of its feet, and tapped the two on the shoulder with its uncannily long, clawed fingers, leaning down with a creak and hissing words in their ear.

“Quieett.”

[mariatadc]

the two immediately stop talking, a shiver running down their spine. cy takes control once and and spins around, giving the creature a 😐 face.

How did you get in here?

cy does not seem bothered by its appearance.

[not-the-last-devastation]

It deadpanned Cy, jerking a thumb at the door. "Dddoor unnlocked" Famine wheezed out breathlessly.

[mariatadc]

he looks to the door, noticing the. lack of a lock.

OF FUCKING COURSE. just another thing Sam fucked up.

[not-the-last-devastation]

It grins at Cy, strange teeth on display.

"Whoo iss samm?"

[mariatadc]

A 8 year old, i was the avatar for. he is a fucking bitch, and so i had to hurt him so he didn’t hurt me.

no, he only did that because you were abusing him and scarring him! he only did that because you did worse!

[not-the-last-devastation]

"Ann eyee for ann eyee.." Who it was arguing in favor of was unclear, and maybe it was being vague on purpose.

[mariatadc]

plus cy, you hurt your own friends! must i remind you of juniper, artsy, cool, and more? You’ve traumatized the toughest of the people here, like phoenix!

[not-the-last-devastation]

It just blinked one eye at a time at the two, unsure of what to comment here. These people seem.. Normal. Strange, compared to what it'd seen across the circus so far.

[mariatadc]

by the way.. cy can manipulate code and is a virus.

[not-the-last-devastation]

It seemed startled, but that was more for show. It looked around, then pointed at itself as if asking 'are you talking to me?'

[mariatadc]

yes, you. whats your name, by the way? im min!

[not-the-last-devastation]

It narrowed its eyes. Dumb name.

"Ffffaminee."

"Yyou are two people?"

[mariatadc]

yeah.. its me and Cy stuck in here.

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Hhow did that happen?”

[mariatadc]

Famine slunk through the hallways slowly, kicking a random ball it'd found along. It stopped abruptly as it heard noise outside of one of the doors, and creaked it open slightly, peering inside.

it deadass looks like this.

-@not-the-last-devastation

Cy seems to be in control. He is searching around, cursing to himself. The side min would be on is black, a comedy style face permanently there while the evil side of the two controls their body. Cy is throwing shit around, the side Min is on has a stump hand, Cy having a human type hand.

fucking hell.. stupid fucking child..

[not-the-last-devastation]

Famine slunk in further, crawling on all fives up the wall like some kind of spider, then clinging to the ceiling when it reached it.

It climbed over above Cy, head turning around backwards to be able to see them with a very quiet crack. What on earth were they doing..?

[mariatadc]

as the two sides speak, the opposite of who was speaking turning black.

Do you really think Sam did all this?

Of course i do. he is a absolute cunt.

he is 8! you cant call him that!

[not-the-last-devastation]

It was the embodiment of the 😐 emoji for a few seconds before it shook its head. Two people in the same body, and they were arguing. Curious. Almost as if on reflection, a second head grotesquely formed from Famine’s first. The two heads looked at each other before morphing back into one again.

These two were really loud, huh?

Reaching down from the ceiling, Famine grabbed hold of the floor with one arm, the the other, then set its three legs on the ground one at a time, still crawling like a crab. Whether it was tall enough to reach the ground from the ceiling before was debatable, but no change seemed to have occurred.

It is now sprawled out behind the two, still investigating their argument.

[mariatadc]

the two continued to argue, Min insisting he was only doing the right thing, while Cy refused to back down, continuing to tell Min of sams “terribleness”.

You were hurting him!

He was being a little jerk!

[not-the-last-devastation]

Well if he was being a little jerk maybe he deserved it! Famine nodded along to Cy’s side of the story, but as their arguing continued, Famine started to become unliking of all the sound.

It was a cacophony of noises. It rose to just the three of its feet, and tapped the two on the shoulder with its uncannily long, clawed fingers, leaning down with a creak and hissing words in their ear.

“Quieett.”

[mariatadc]

the two immediately stop talking, a shiver running down their spine. cy takes control once and and spins around, giving the creature a 😐 face.

How did you get in here?

cy does not seem bothered by its appearance.

[not-the-last-devastation]

It deadpanned Cy, jerking a thumb at the door. "Dddoor unnlocked" Famine wheezed out breathlessly.

[mariatadc]

he looks to the door, noticing the. lack of a lock.

OF FUCKING COURSE. just another thing Sam fucked up.

[not-the-last-devastation]

It grins at Cy, strange teeth on display.

"Whoo iss samm?"

[mariatadc]

A 8 year old, i was the avatar for. he is a fucking bitch, and so i had to hurt him so he didn’t hurt me.

no, he only did that because you were abusing him and scarring him! he only did that because you did worse!

[not-the-last-devastation]

"Ann eyee for ann eyee.." Who it was arguing in favor of was unclear, and maybe it was being vague on purpose.

[mariatadc]

plus cy, you hurt your own friends! must i remind you of juniper, artsy, cool, and more? You’ve traumatized the toughest of the people here, like phoenix!

[not-the-last-devastation]

It just blinked one eye at a time at the two, unsure of what to comment here. These people seem.. Normal. Strange, compared to what it'd seen across the circus so far.

[mariatadc]

by the way.. cy can manipulate code and is a virus.

[not-the-last-devastation]

It seemed startled, but that was more for show. It looked around, then pointed at itself as if asking 'are you talking to me?'

[mariatadc]

yes, you. whats your name, by the way? im min!

[not-the-last-devastation]

It narrowed its eyes. Dumb name.

"Ffffaminee."

"Yyou are two people?"

[mariatadc]

Famine slunk through the hallways slowly, kicking a random ball it'd found along. It stopped abruptly as it heard noise outside of one of the doors, and creaked it open slightly, peering inside.

it deadass looks like this.

-@not-the-last-devastation

Cy seems to be in control. He is searching around, cursing to himself. The side min would be on is black, a comedy style face permanently there while the evil side of the two controls their body. Cy is throwing shit around, the side Min is on has a stump hand, Cy having a human type hand.

fucking hell.. stupid fucking child..

[not-the-last-devastation]

Famine slunk in further, crawling on all fives up the wall like some kind of spider, then clinging to the ceiling when it reached it.

It climbed over above Cy, head turning around backwards to be able to see them with a very quiet crack. What on earth were they doing..?

[mariatadc]

as the two sides speak, the opposite of who was speaking turning black.

Do you really think Sam did all this?

Of course i do. he is a absolute cunt.

he is 8! you cant call him that!

[not-the-last-devastation]

It was the embodiment of the 😐 emoji for a few seconds before it shook its head. Two people in the same body, and they were arguing. Curious. Almost as if on reflection, a second head grotesquely formed from Famine’s first. The two heads looked at each other before morphing back into one again.

These two were really loud, huh?

Reaching down from the ceiling, Famine grabbed hold of the floor with one arm, the the other, then set its three legs on the ground one at a time, still crawling like a crab. Whether it was tall enough to reach the ground from the ceiling before was debatable, but no change seemed to have occurred.

It is now sprawled out behind the two, still investigating their argument.

[mariatadc]

the two continued to argue, Min insisting he was only doing the right thing, while Cy refused to back down, continuing to tell Min of sams “terribleness”.

You were hurting him!

He was being a little jerk!

[not-the-last-devastation]

Well if he was being a little jerk maybe he deserved it! Famine nodded along to Cy’s side of the story, but as their arguing continued, Famine started to become unliking of all the sound.

It was a cacophony of noises. It rose to just the three of its feet, and tapped the two on the shoulder with its uncannily long, clawed fingers, leaning down with a creak and hissing words in their ear.

“Quieett.”

[mariatadc]

the two immediately stop talking, a shiver running down their spine. cy takes control once and and spins around, giving the creature a 😐 face.

How did you get in here?

cy does not seem bothered by its appearance.

[not-the-last-devastation]

It deadpanned Cy, jerking a thumb at the door. "Dddoor unnlocked" Famine wheezed out breathlessly.

[mariatadc]

he looks to the door, noticing the. lack of a lock.

OF FUCKING COURSE. just another thing Sam fucked up.

[not-the-last-devastation]

It grins at Cy, strange teeth on display.

"Whoo iss samm?"

[mariatadc]

A 8 year old, i was the avatar for. he is a fucking bitch, and so i had to hurt him so he didn’t hurt me.

no, he only did that because you were abusing him and scarring him! he only did that because you did worse!

[not-the-last-devastation]

"Ann eyee for ann eyee.." Who it was arguing in favor of was unclear, and maybe it was being vague on purpose.

[mariatadc]

plus cy, you hurt your own friends! must i remind you of juniper, artsy, cool, and more? You’ve traumatized the toughest of the people here, like phoenix!

[not-the-last-devastation]

It just blinked one eye at a time at the two, unsure of what to comment here. These people seem.. Normal. Strange, compared to what it'd seen across the circus so far.

[mariatadc]

by the way.. cy can manipulate code and is a virus.

[not-the-last-devastation]

It seemed startled, but that was more for show. It looked around, then pointed at itself as if asking 'are you talking to me?'

[mariatadc]

Famine slunk through the hallways slowly, kicking a random ball it'd found along. It stopped abruptly as it heard noise outside of one of the doors, and creaked it open slightly, peering inside.

it deadass looks like this.

-@not-the-last-devastation

Cy seems to be in control. He is searching around, cursing to himself. The side min would be on is black, a comedy style face permanently there while the evil side of the two controls their body. Cy is throwing shit around, the side Min is on has a stump hand, Cy having a human type hand.

fucking hell.. stupid fucking child..

[not-the-last-devastation]

Famine slunk in further, crawling on all fives up the wall like some kind of spider, then clinging to the ceiling when it reached it.

It climbed over above Cy, head turning around backwards to be able to see them with a very quiet crack. What on earth were they doing..?

[mariatadc]

as the two sides speak, the opposite of who was speaking turning black.

Do you really think Sam did all this?

Of course i do. he is a absolute cunt.

he is 8! you cant call him that!

[not-the-last-devastation]

It was the embodiment of the 😐 emoji for a few seconds before it shook its head. Two people in the same body, and they were arguing. Curious. Almost as if on reflection, a second head grotesquely formed from Famine’s first. The two heads looked at each other before morphing back into one again.

These two were really loud, huh?

Reaching down from the ceiling, Famine grabbed hold of the floor with one arm, the the other, then set its three legs on the ground one at a time, still crawling like a crab. Whether it was tall enough to reach the ground from the ceiling before was debatable, but no change seemed to have occurred.

It is now sprawled out behind the two, still investigating their argument.

[mariatadc]

the two continued to argue, Min insisting he was only doing the right thing, while Cy refused to back down, continuing to tell Min of sams “terribleness”.

You were hurting him!

He was being a little jerk!

[not-the-last-devastation]

Well if he was being a little jerk maybe he deserved it! Famine nodded along to Cy’s side of the story, but as their arguing continued, Famine started to become unliking of all the sound.

It was a cacophony of noises. It rose to just the three of its feet, and tapped the two on the shoulder with its uncannily long, clawed fingers, leaning down with a creak and hissing words in their ear.

“Quieett.”

[mariatadc]

the two immediately stop talking, a shiver running down their spine. cy takes control once and and spins around, giving the creature a 😐 face.

How did you get in here?

cy does not seem bothered by its appearance.

[not-the-last-devastation]

It deadpanned Cy, jerking a thumb at the door. "Dddoor unnlocked" Famine wheezed out breathlessly.

[mariatadc]

he looks to the door, noticing the. lack of a lock.

OF FUCKING COURSE. just another thing Sam fucked up.

[not-the-last-devastation]

It grins at Cy, strange teeth on display.

"Whoo iss samm?"

[mariatadc]

A 8 year old, i was the avatar for. he is a fucking bitch, and so i had to hurt him so he didn’t hurt me.

no, he only did that because you were abusing him and scarring him! he only did that because you did worse!

[not-the-last-devastation]

"Ann eyee for ann eyee.." Who it was arguing in favor of was unclear, and maybe it was being vague on purpose.

[mariatadc]

plus cy, you hurt your own friends! must i remind you of juniper, artsy, cool, and more? You’ve traumatized the toughest of the people here, like phoenix!

[not-the-last-devastation]

It just blinked one eye at a time at the two, unsure of what to comment here. These people seem.. Normal. Strange, compared to what it'd seen across the circus so far.

[mariatadc]

Famine slunk through the hallways slowly, kicking a random ball it'd found along. It stopped abruptly as it heard noise outside of one of the doors, and creaked it open slightly, peering inside.

it deadass looks like this.

-@not-the-last-devastation

Cy seems to be in control. He is searching around, cursing to himself. The side min would be on is black, a comedy style face permanently there while the evil side of the two controls their body. Cy is throwing shit around, the side Min is on has a stump hand, Cy having a human type hand.

fucking hell.. stupid fucking child..

[not-the-last-devastation]

Famine slunk in further, crawling on all fives up the wall like some kind of spider, then clinging to the ceiling when it reached it.

It climbed over above Cy, head turning around backwards to be able to see them with a very quiet crack. What on earth were they doing..?

[mariatadc]

as the two sides speak, the opposite of who was speaking turning black.

Do you really think Sam did all this?

Of course i do. he is a absolute cunt.

he is 8! you cant call him that!

[not-the-last-devastation]

It was the embodiment of the 😐 emoji for a few seconds before it shook its head. Two people in the same body, and they were arguing. Curious. Almost as if on reflection, a second head grotesquely formed from Famine’s first. The two heads looked at each other before morphing back into one again.

These two were really loud, huh?

Reaching down from the ceiling, Famine grabbed hold of the floor with one arm, the the other, then set its three legs on the ground one at a time, still crawling like a crab. Whether it was tall enough to reach the ground from the ceiling before was debatable, but no change seemed to have occurred.

It is now sprawled out behind the two, still investigating their argument.

[mariatadc]

the two continued to argue, Min insisting he was only doing the right thing, while Cy refused to back down, continuing to tell Min of sams “terribleness”.

You were hurting him!

He was being a little jerk!

[not-the-last-devastation]

Well if he was being a little jerk maybe he deserved it! Famine nodded along to Cy’s side of the story, but as their arguing continued, Famine started to become unliking of all the sound.

It was a cacophony of noises. It rose to just the three of its feet, and tapped the two on the shoulder with its uncannily long, clawed fingers, leaning down with a creak and hissing words in their ear.

“Quieett.”

[mariatadc]

the two immediately stop talking, a shiver running down their spine. cy takes control once and and spins around, giving the creature a 😐 face.

How did you get in here?

cy does not seem bothered by its appearance.

[not-the-last-devastation]

It deadpanned Cy, jerking a thumb at the door. "Dddoor unnlocked" Famine wheezed out breathlessly.

[mariatadc]

he looks to the door, noticing the. lack of a lock.

OF FUCKING COURSE. just another thing Sam fucked up.

[not-the-last-devastation]

It grins at Cy, strange teeth on display.

"Whoo iss samm?"

[mariatadc]

A 8 year old, i was the avatar for. he is a fucking bitch, and so i had to hurt him so he didn’t hurt me.

no, he only did that because you were abusing him and scarring him! he only did that because you did worse!

[not-the-last-devastation]

"Ann eyee for ann eyee.." Who it was arguing in favor of was unclear, and maybe it was being vague on purpose.

[mariatadc]

Famine slunk through the hallways slowly, kicking a random ball it'd found along. It stopped abruptly as it heard noise outside of one of the doors, and creaked it open slightly, peering inside.

it deadass looks like this.

-@not-the-last-devastation

Cy seems to be in control. He is searching around, cursing to himself. The side min would be on is black, a comedy style face permanently there while the evil side of the two controls their body. Cy is throwing shit around, the side Min is on has a stump hand, Cy having a human type hand.

fucking hell.. stupid fucking child..

[not-the-last-devastation]

Famine slunk in further, crawling on all fives up the wall like some kind of spider, then clinging to the ceiling when it reached it.

It climbed over above Cy, head turning around backwards to be able to see them with a very quiet crack. What on earth were they doing..?

[mariatadc]

as the two sides speak, the opposite of who was speaking turning black.

Do you really think Sam did all this?

Of course i do. he is a absolute cunt.

he is 8! you cant call him that!

[not-the-last-devastation]

It was the embodiment of the 😐 emoji for a few seconds before it shook its head. Two people in the same body, and they were arguing. Curious. Almost as if on reflection, a second head grotesquely formed from Famine’s first. The two heads looked at each other before morphing back into one again.

These two were really loud, huh?

Reaching down from the ceiling, Famine grabbed hold of the floor with one arm, the the other, then set its three legs on the ground one at a time, still crawling like a crab. Whether it was tall enough to reach the ground from the ceiling before was debatable, but no change seemed to have occurred.

It is now sprawled out behind the two, still investigating their argument.

[mariatadc]

the two continued to argue, Min insisting he was only doing the right thing, while Cy refused to back down, continuing to tell Min of sams “terribleness”.

You were hurting him!

He was being a little jerk!

[not-the-last-devastation]

Well if he was being a little jerk maybe he deserved it! Famine nodded along to Cy’s side of the story, but as their arguing continued, Famine started to become unliking of all the sound.

It was a cacophony of noises. It rose to just the three of its feet, and tapped the two on the shoulder with its uncannily long, clawed fingers, leaning down with a creak and hissing words in their ear.

“Quieett.”

[mariatadc]

the two immediately stop talking, a shiver running down their spine. cy takes control once and and spins around, giving the creature a 😐 face.

How did you get in here?

cy does not seem bothered by its appearance.

[not-the-last-devastation]

It deadpanned Cy, jerking a thumb at the door. "Dddoor unnlocked" Famine wheezed out breathlessly.

[mariatadc]

he looks to the door, noticing the. lack of a lock.

OF FUCKING COURSE. just another thing Sam fucked up.

[not-the-last-devastation]

It grins at Cy, strange teeth on display.

"Whoo iss samm?"

[mariatadc]

Famine slunk through the hallways slowly, kicking a random ball it'd found along. It stopped abruptly as it heard noise outside of one of the doors, and creaked it open slightly, peering inside.

it deadass looks like this.

-@not-the-last-devastation

Cy seems to be in control. He is searching around, cursing to himself. The side min would be on is black, a comedy style face permanently there while the evil side of the two controls their body. Cy is throwing shit around, the side Min is on has a stump hand, Cy having a human type hand.

fucking hell.. stupid fucking child..

[not-the-last-devastation]

Famine slunk in further, crawling on all fives up the wall like some kind of spider, then clinging to the ceiling when it reached it.

It climbed over above Cy, head turning around backwards to be able to see them with a very quiet crack. What on earth were they doing..?

[mariatadc]

as the two sides speak, the opposite of who was speaking turning black.

Do you really think Sam did all this?

Of course i do. he is a absolute cunt.

he is 8! you cant call him that!

[not-the-last-devastation]

It was the embodiment of the 😐 emoji for a few seconds before it shook its head. Two people in the same body, and they were arguing. Curious. Almost as if on reflection, a second head grotesquely formed from Famine’s first. The two heads looked at each other before morphing back into one again.

These two were really loud, huh?

Reaching down from the ceiling, Famine grabbed hold of the floor with one arm, the the other, then set its three legs on the ground one at a time, still crawling like a crab. Whether it was tall enough to reach the ground from the ceiling before was debatable, but no change seemed to have occurred.

It is now sprawled out behind the two, still investigating their argument.

[mariatadc]

the two continued to argue, Min insisting he was only doing the right thing, while Cy refused to back down, continuing to tell Min of sams “terribleness”.

You were hurting him!

He was being a little jerk!

[not-the-last-devastation]

Well if he was being a little jerk maybe he deserved it! Famine nodded along to Cy’s side of the story, but as their arguing continued, Famine started to become unliking of all the sound.

It was a cacophony of noises. It rose to just the three of its feet, and tapped the two on the shoulder with its uncannily long, clawed fingers, leaning down with a creak and hissing words in their ear.

“Quieett.”

[mariatadc]

the two immediately stop talking, a shiver running down their spine. cy takes control once and and spins around, giving the creature a 😐 face.

How did you get in here?

cy does not seem bothered by its appearance.

[not-the-last-devastation]

It deadpanned Cy, jerking a thumb at the door. "Dddoor unnlocked" Famine wheezed out breathlessly.

[mariatadc]

Famine slunk through the hallways slowly, kicking a random ball it'd found along. It stopped abruptly as it heard noise outside of one of the doors, and creaked it open slightly, peering inside.

it deadass looks like this.

-@not-the-last-devastation

Cy seems to be in control. He is searching around, cursing to himself. The side min would be on is black, a comedy style face permanently there while the evil side of the two controls their body. Cy is throwing shit around, the side Min is on has a stump hand, Cy having a human type hand.

fucking hell.. stupid fucking child..

[not-the-last-devastation]

Famine slunk in further, crawling on all fives up the wall like some kind of spider, then clinging to the ceiling when it reached it.

It climbed over above Cy, head turning around backwards to be able to see them with a very quiet crack. What on earth were they doing..?

[mariatadc]

as the two sides speak, the opposite of who was speaking turning black.

Do you really think Sam did all this?

Of course i do. he is a absolute cunt.

he is 8! you cant call him that!

[not-the-last-devastation]

It was the embodiment of the 😐 emoji for a few seconds before it shook its head. Two people in the same body, and they were arguing. Curious. Almost as if on reflection, a second head grotesquely formed from Famine’s first. The two heads looked at each other before morphing back into one again.

These two were really loud, huh?

Reaching down from the ceiling, Famine grabbed hold of the floor with one arm, the the other, then set its three legs on the ground one at a time, still crawling like a crab. Whether it was tall enough to reach the ground from the ceiling before was debatable, but no change seemed to have occurred.

It is now sprawled out behind the two, still investigating their argument.

[mariatadc]

the two continued to argue, Min insisting he was only doing the right thing, while Cy refused to back down, continuing to tell Min of sams “terribleness”.

You were hurting him!

He was being a little jerk!

[not-the-last-devastation]

Well if he was being a little jerk maybe he deserved it! Famine nodded along to Cy’s side of the story, but as their arguing continued, Famine started to become unliking of all the sound.

It was a cacophony of noises. It rose to just the three of its feet, and tapped the two on the shoulder with its uncannily long, clawed fingers, leaning down with a creak and hissing words in their ear.

“Quieett.”

[mariatadc]

Famine slunk through the hallways slowly, kicking a random ball it'd found along. It stopped abruptly as it heard noise outside of one of the doors, and creaked it open slightly, peering inside.

it deadass looks like this.

-@not-the-last-devastation

Cy seems to be in control. He is searching around, cursing to himself. The side min would be on is black, a comedy style face permanently there while the evil side of the two controls their body. Cy is throwing shit around, the side Min is on has a stump hand, Cy having a human type hand.

fucking hell.. stupid fucking child..

[not-the-last-devastation]

Famine slunk in further, crawling on all fives up the wall like some kind of spider, then clinging to the ceiling when it reached it.

It climbed over above Cy, head turning around backwards to be able to see them with a very quiet crack. What on earth were they doing..?

[mariatadc]

as the two sides speak, the opposite of who was speaking turning black.

Do you really think Sam did all this?

Of course i do. he is a absolute cunt.

he is 8! you cant call him that!

[not-the-last-devastation]

It was the embodiment of the 😐 emoji for a few seconds before it shook its head. Two people in the same body, and they were arguing. Curious. Almost as if on reflection, a second head grotesquely formed from Famine’s first. The two heads looked at each other before morphing back into one again.

These two were really loud, huh?

Reaching down from the ceiling, Famine grabbed hold of the floor with one arm, the the other, then set its three legs on the ground one at a time, still crawling like a crab. Whether it was tall enough to reach the ground from the ceiling before was debatable, but no change seemed to have occurred.

It is now sprawled out behind the two, still investigating their argument.

[mariatadc]

Famine slunk through the hallways slowly, kicking a random ball it'd found along. It stopped abruptly as it heard noise outside of one of the doors, and creaked it open slightly, peering inside.

it deadass looks like this.

-@not-the-last-devastation

Cy seems to be in control. He is searching around, cursing to himself. The side min would be on is black, a comedy style face permanently there while the evil side of the two controls their body. Cy is throwing shit around, the side Min is on has a stump hand, Cy having a human type hand.

fucking hell.. stupid fucking child..

[not-the-last-devastation]

Famine slunk in further, crawling on all fives up the wall like some kind of spider, then clinging to the ceiling when it reached it.

It climbed over above Cy, head turning around backwards to be able to see them with a very quiet crack. What on earth were they doing..?

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

Zipping from room to room between the layers of reality, Famine stopped and did a double take as it spotted someone in the kitchen.

Silently crawling its way out of the floor, it made a clicking noise- like bones tapping together- as it rose up behind Phoenix.

It’s trying to be dramatic.

-@not-the-last-devastation

Hearing the clicking, he turns around.

"Oh- Hello. Can I help you with something?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

Famine froze like a loading screen, processing Phoenix’s appearance.

…Is. Is that a stick figure..?

And once again, it is instantly disarmed by the power of weird-looking people. It cocked its head to the side like a curious deer, invading Phoenix’s personal space as it stared wordlessly. I think it forgot to speak.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Sorry- Mind moving back a bit? I don't want to accidentally hit you with something."

Looks like he's mixing a bowl of batter right now.

[not-the-last-devastation]

It takes one or two steps back, littol feet tapping against the tile of the kitchen floor- it’s too curious about the living stick figure to deny a request. It points at the bowl.

“Whatt iss that.?”

Its voice seems clearer than it did when it was speaking with Pastel, more like a real voice with a hint of text-to-speech now.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Oh, this? It's cake batter. I was bored, so I decided to do some baking. I'm Phoenix, by the way. What about you?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Ffffamine.”

Is this going to be a reoccurring issue? The people in this world not having a reaction to it? Does it need to try harder?? Is it not doing good enough???

“Yyou are a sstick figurine.”

Astute observation, genius

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"That I am. Good to meet you, Famine. When this is done, you want some?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Whhy are y- yesss pleas- why are you a sstick figurine.”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"An anon did this. I was first a human with wings, before an anon did some magic shit and turned me into this. It took some getting used to, but I've come to like being a stick figure. It's fun, being able to run faster and for longer."

Greasing a cake tin with olive oil spray, he pours the batter in and puts it in the oven.

[not-the-last-devastation]

Its pupils spin like loading screens, though never deviating from their large, black nature. What’s an anon?

“Whhy have you not tturned back…”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Simple. I can't. I'm stuck like this."

[not-the-last-devastation]

If it’s head turns any further to the side in confusion, it’s neck just might snap- oh. There it goes. With a CRACK, Famine’s head is now dangling from its neck limply, swaying from side to side gently.

“Whhyyyy.”

The words seem pained, but contrary to what would be expected, the pain is not from the horrible contortion it had just done with its body. The agony in its voice is purely for being frustrated with itself for not understanding.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

He takes Famine's head and sets it on its neck again.

"Well, I'm not an anon. I can use magic, but it won't change my form."

[not-the-last-devastation]

Famine frowns with its currently invisible mouth, still overthinking Phoenix’s lack of reaction to its entire being.

…It was rather kind of him to put the head back, even if there wasn’t really any damage. What had that Pastel said? It’s the thought that counts?

“Whatt is an anon?”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Small grey person, some use magic, some don't. No one really knows the limit to anon magic, but they seem to mostly keep to harmless jokes and pranks, like changing how tall someone is."

[not-the-last-devastation]

“But you wwere changed permanentlyyy. This is not harmlesssss.”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Like I said - they mostly keep it harmless."

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Kill.”

It suggests, plainly.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"I've tried. There's too many for that to be anywhere near feasible. However, banishing them to the void is fun.""

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Yesss :]”

Famine likes the void. The void is the answer to all problems.

Famine sits down on the floor awaiting The Cake’s completion

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Feel free to sit on the couch, a stool, anywhere. I really don't mind. Cake won't be done for a while."

[not-the-last-devastation]

Famine looked over at the couch and crawled over to it on all five limbs, settling down on it.

It’s never been good at waiting.

Drat.

It starts humming the tune that Pastel had while it waits- it’s the first one that comes to mind.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"That sounds familiar. Have you met Pastel? She and Asper are good friends of mine."

[not-the-last-devastation]

It instantly perked up at the mention of its friend.

“Yesss yess she crieddd, I tthinkk”

Not the best thing to say out of context, but nobody’s ever taught it how to NOT interact. Being immortal normally comes with free ‘never had any parental figures’, so.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Really? Do you know why?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

It gave Phoenix a sidelong glance.

“Emmotional.”

Wow. Very helpful.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Was she talking about her past?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Ssome. Mmore talking about the pressent.”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Hmm... What kind of topics?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Immmortality”

It wheezes

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"...Did she bring up how she got her immortality?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

Now it was listening intently.

“Nno”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Hmm... Then I'm not sure what made her emotional. I can see you're interested in how she got her immortality, though. However, it's not really my place to tell you. That's something better heard from the god herself."

[not-the-last-devastation]

It hissed and stuck its tongue out at Phoenix like the mature entity it is.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Respect of privacy, what can I say?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

It grumbled to itself under its breath with incomprehensible garbled words.

“Unnnfairrrr..”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"I'd say I'm being completely fair. What she went through to become a god was extremely traumatic. So much so that I'm surprised she told me. Telling you or anyone else about her trauma without her permission? Now that's unfair."

[not-the-last-devastation]

It narrows its eyes at Phoenix. Suddenly it’s wondering how much pressure his strange stickman body could withstand.

That’s a quick escalation 😦

“Poinnt takennn.. Reluctanntly.”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

Zipping from room to room between the layers of reality, Famine stopped and did a double take as it spotted someone in the kitchen.

Silently crawling its way out of the floor, it made a clicking noise- like bones tapping together- as it rose up behind Phoenix.

It’s trying to be dramatic.

-@not-the-last-devastation

Hearing the clicking, he turns around.

"Oh- Hello. Can I help you with something?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

Famine froze like a loading screen, processing Phoenix’s appearance.

…Is. Is that a stick figure..?

And once again, it is instantly disarmed by the power of weird-looking people. It cocked its head to the side like a curious deer, invading Phoenix’s personal space as it stared wordlessly. I think it forgot to speak.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Sorry- Mind moving back a bit? I don't want to accidentally hit you with something."

Looks like he's mixing a bowl of batter right now.

[not-the-last-devastation]

It takes one or two steps back, littol feet tapping against the tile of the kitchen floor- it’s too curious about the living stick figure to deny a request. It points at the bowl.

“Whatt iss that.?”

Its voice seems clearer than it did when it was speaking with Pastel, more like a real voice with a hint of text-to-speech now.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Oh, this? It's cake batter. I was bored, so I decided to do some baking. I'm Phoenix, by the way. What about you?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Ffffamine.”

Is this going to be a reoccurring issue? The people in this world not having a reaction to it? Does it need to try harder?? Is it not doing good enough???

“Yyou are a sstick figurine.”

Astute observation, genius

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"That I am. Good to meet you, Famine. When this is done, you want some?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Whhy are y- yesss pleas- why are you a sstick figurine.”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"An anon did this. I was first a human with wings, before an anon did some magic shit and turned me into this. It took some getting used to, but I've come to like being a stick figure. It's fun, being able to run faster and for longer."

Greasing a cake tin with olive oil spray, he pours the batter in and puts it in the oven.

[not-the-last-devastation]

Its pupils spin like loading screens, though never deviating from their large, black nature. What’s an anon?

“Whhy have you not tturned back…”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Simple. I can't. I'm stuck like this."

[not-the-last-devastation]

If it’s head turns any further to the side in confusion, it’s neck just might snap- oh. There it goes. With a CRACK, Famine’s head is now dangling from its neck limply, swaying from side to side gently.

“Whhyyyy.”

The words seem pained, but contrary to what would be expected, the pain is not from the horrible contortion it had just done with its body. The agony in its voice is purely for being frustrated with itself for not understanding.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

He takes Famine's head and sets it on its neck again.

"Well, I'm not an anon. I can use magic, but it won't change my form."

[not-the-last-devastation]

Famine frowns with its currently invisible mouth, still overthinking Phoenix’s lack of reaction to its entire being.

…It was rather kind of him to put the head back, even if there wasn’t really any damage. What had that Pastel said? It’s the thought that counts?

“Whatt is an anon?”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Small grey person, some use magic, some don't. No one really knows the limit to anon magic, but they seem to mostly keep to harmless jokes and pranks, like changing how tall someone is."

[not-the-last-devastation]

“But you wwere changed permanentlyyy. This is not harmlesssss.”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Like I said - they mostly keep it harmless."

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Kill.”

It suggests, plainly.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"I've tried. There's too many for that to be anywhere near feasible. However, banishing them to the void is fun.""

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Yesss :]”

Famine likes the void. The void is the answer to all problems.

Famine sits down on the floor awaiting The Cake’s completion

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Feel free to sit on the couch, a stool, anywhere. I really don't mind. Cake won't be done for a while."

[not-the-last-devastation]

Famine looked over at the couch and crawled over to it on all five limbs, settling down on it.

It’s never been good at waiting.

Drat.

It starts humming the tune that Pastel had while it waits- it’s the first one that comes to mind.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"That sounds familiar. Have you met Pastel? She and Asper are good friends of mine."

[not-the-last-devastation]

It instantly perked up at the mention of its friend.

“Yesss yess she crieddd, I tthinkk”

Not the best thing to say out of context, but nobody’s ever taught it how to NOT interact. Being immortal normally comes with free ‘never had any parental figures’, so.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Really? Do you know why?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

It gave Phoenix a sidelong glance.

“Emmotional.”

Wow. Very helpful.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Was she talking about her past?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Ssome. Mmore talking about the pressent.”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Hmm... What kind of topics?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Immmortality”

It wheezes

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"...Did she bring up how she got her immortality?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

Now it was listening intently.

“Nno”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Hmm... Then I'm not sure what made her emotional. I can see you're interested in how she got her immortality, though. However, it's not really my place to tell you. That's something better heard from the god herself."

[not-the-last-devastation]

It hissed and stuck its tongue out at Phoenix like the mature entity it is.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Respect of privacy, what can I say?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

It grumbled to itself under its breath with incomprehensible garbled words.

“Unnnfairrrr..”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

Zipping from room to room between the layers of reality, Famine stopped and did a double take as it spotted someone in the kitchen.

Silently crawling its way out of the floor, it made a clicking noise- like bones tapping together- as it rose up behind Phoenix.

It’s trying to be dramatic.

-@not-the-last-devastation

Hearing the clicking, he turns around.

"Oh- Hello. Can I help you with something?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

Famine froze like a loading screen, processing Phoenix’s appearance.

…Is. Is that a stick figure..?

And once again, it is instantly disarmed by the power of weird-looking people. It cocked its head to the side like a curious deer, invading Phoenix’s personal space as it stared wordlessly. I think it forgot to speak.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Sorry- Mind moving back a bit? I don't want to accidentally hit you with something."

Looks like he's mixing a bowl of batter right now.

[not-the-last-devastation]

It takes one or two steps back, littol feet tapping against the tile of the kitchen floor- it’s too curious about the living stick figure to deny a request. It points at the bowl.

“Whatt iss that.?”

Its voice seems clearer than it did when it was speaking with Pastel, more like a real voice with a hint of text-to-speech now.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Oh, this? It's cake batter. I was bored, so I decided to do some baking. I'm Phoenix, by the way. What about you?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Ffffamine.”

Is this going to be a reoccurring issue? The people in this world not having a reaction to it? Does it need to try harder?? Is it not doing good enough???

“Yyou are a sstick figurine.”

Astute observation, genius

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"That I am. Good to meet you, Famine. When this is done, you want some?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Whhy are y- yesss pleas- why are you a sstick figurine.”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"An anon did this. I was first a human with wings, before an anon did some magic shit and turned me into this. It took some getting used to, but I've come to like being a stick figure. It's fun, being able to run faster and for longer."

Greasing a cake tin with olive oil spray, he pours the batter in and puts it in the oven.

[not-the-last-devastation]

Its pupils spin like loading screens, though never deviating from their large, black nature. What’s an anon?

“Whhy have you not tturned back…”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Simple. I can't. I'm stuck like this."

[not-the-last-devastation]

If it’s head turns any further to the side in confusion, it’s neck just might snap- oh. There it goes. With a CRACK, Famine’s head is now dangling from its neck limply, swaying from side to side gently.

“Whhyyyy.”

The words seem pained, but contrary to what would be expected, the pain is not from the horrible contortion it had just done with its body. The agony in its voice is purely for being frustrated with itself for not understanding.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

He takes Famine's head and sets it on its neck again.

"Well, I'm not an anon. I can use magic, but it won't change my form."

[not-the-last-devastation]

Famine frowns with its currently invisible mouth, still overthinking Phoenix’s lack of reaction to its entire being.

…It was rather kind of him to put the head back, even if there wasn’t really any damage. What had that Pastel said? It’s the thought that counts?

“Whatt is an anon?”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Small grey person, some use magic, some don't. No one really knows the limit to anon magic, but they seem to mostly keep to harmless jokes and pranks, like changing how tall someone is."

[not-the-last-devastation]

“But you wwere changed permanentlyyy. This is not harmlesssss.”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Like I said - they mostly keep it harmless."

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Kill.”

It suggests, plainly.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"I've tried. There's too many for that to be anywhere near feasible. However, banishing them to the void is fun.""

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Yesss :]”

Famine likes the void. The void is the answer to all problems.

Famine sits down on the floor awaiting The Cake’s completion

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Feel free to sit on the couch, a stool, anywhere. I really don't mind. Cake won't be done for a while."

[not-the-last-devastation]

Famine looked over at the couch and crawled over to it on all five limbs, settling down on it.

It’s never been good at waiting.

Drat.

It starts humming the tune that Pastel had while it waits- it’s the first one that comes to mind.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"That sounds familiar. Have you met Pastel? She and Asper are good friends of mine."

[not-the-last-devastation]

It instantly perked up at the mention of its friend.

“Yesss yess she crieddd, I tthinkk”

Not the best thing to say out of context, but nobody’s ever taught it how to NOT interact. Being immortal normally comes with free ‘never had any parental figures’, so.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Really? Do you know why?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

It gave Phoenix a sidelong glance.

“Emmotional.”

Wow. Very helpful.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Was she talking about her past?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Ssome. Mmore talking about the pressent.”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Hmm... What kind of topics?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Immmortality”

It wheezes

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"...Did she bring up how she got her immortality?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

Now it was listening intently.

“Nno”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Hmm... Then I'm not sure what made her emotional. I can see you're interested in how she got her immortality, though. However, it's not really my place to tell you. That's something better heard from the god herself."

[not-the-last-devastation]

It hissed and stuck its tongue out at Phoenix like the mature entity it is.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

Zipping from room to room between the layers of reality, Famine stopped and did a double take as it spotted someone in the kitchen.

Silently crawling its way out of the floor, it made a clicking noise- like bones tapping together- as it rose up behind Phoenix.

It’s trying to be dramatic.

-@not-the-last-devastation

Hearing the clicking, he turns around.

"Oh- Hello. Can I help you with something?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

Famine froze like a loading screen, processing Phoenix’s appearance.

…Is. Is that a stick figure..?

And once again, it is instantly disarmed by the power of weird-looking people. It cocked its head to the side like a curious deer, invading Phoenix’s personal space as it stared wordlessly. I think it forgot to speak.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Sorry- Mind moving back a bit? I don't want to accidentally hit you with something."

Looks like he's mixing a bowl of batter right now.

[not-the-last-devastation]

It takes one or two steps back, littol feet tapping against the tile of the kitchen floor- it’s too curious about the living stick figure to deny a request. It points at the bowl.

“Whatt iss that.?”

Its voice seems clearer than it did when it was speaking with Pastel, more like a real voice with a hint of text-to-speech now.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Oh, this? It's cake batter. I was bored, so I decided to do some baking. I'm Phoenix, by the way. What about you?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Ffffamine.”

Is this going to be a reoccurring issue? The people in this world not having a reaction to it? Does it need to try harder?? Is it not doing good enough???

“Yyou are a sstick figurine.”

Astute observation, genius

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"That I am. Good to meet you, Famine. When this is done, you want some?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Whhy are y- yesss pleas- why are you a sstick figurine.”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"An anon did this. I was first a human with wings, before an anon did some magic shit and turned me into this. It took some getting used to, but I've come to like being a stick figure. It's fun, being able to run faster and for longer."

Greasing a cake tin with olive oil spray, he pours the batter in and puts it in the oven.

[not-the-last-devastation]

Its pupils spin like loading screens, though never deviating from their large, black nature. What’s an anon?

“Whhy have you not tturned back…”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Simple. I can't. I'm stuck like this."

[not-the-last-devastation]

If it’s head turns any further to the side in confusion, it’s neck just might snap- oh. There it goes. With a CRACK, Famine’s head is now dangling from its neck limply, swaying from side to side gently.

“Whhyyyy.”

The words seem pained, but contrary to what would be expected, the pain is not from the horrible contortion it had just done with its body. The agony in its voice is purely for being frustrated with itself for not understanding.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

He takes Famine's head and sets it on its neck again.

"Well, I'm not an anon. I can use magic, but it won't change my form."

[not-the-last-devastation]

Famine frowns with its currently invisible mouth, still overthinking Phoenix’s lack of reaction to its entire being.

…It was rather kind of him to put the head back, even if there wasn’t really any damage. What had that Pastel said? It’s the thought that counts?

“Whatt is an anon?”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Small grey person, some use magic, some don't. No one really knows the limit to anon magic, but they seem to mostly keep to harmless jokes and pranks, like changing how tall someone is."

[not-the-last-devastation]

“But you wwere changed permanentlyyy. This is not harmlesssss.”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Like I said - they mostly keep it harmless."

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Kill.”

It suggests, plainly.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"I've tried. There's too many for that to be anywhere near feasible. However, banishing them to the void is fun.""

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Yesss :]”

Famine likes the void. The void is the answer to all problems.

Famine sits down on the floor awaiting The Cake’s completion

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Feel free to sit on the couch, a stool, anywhere. I really don't mind. Cake won't be done for a while."

[not-the-last-devastation]

Famine looked over at the couch and crawled over to it on all five limbs, settling down on it.

It’s never been good at waiting.

Drat.

It starts humming the tune that Pastel had while it waits- it’s the first one that comes to mind.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"That sounds familiar. Have you met Pastel? She and Asper are good friends of mine."

[not-the-last-devastation]

It instantly perked up at the mention of its friend.

“Yesss yess she crieddd, I tthinkk”

Not the best thing to say out of context, but nobody’s ever taught it how to NOT interact. Being immortal normally comes with free ‘never had any parental figures’, so.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Really? Do you know why?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

It gave Phoenix a sidelong glance.

“Emmotional.”

Wow. Very helpful.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Was she talking about her past?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Ssome. Mmore talking about the pressent.”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Hmm... What kind of topics?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Immmortality”

It wheezes

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"...Did she bring up how she got her immortality?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

Now it was listening intently.

“Nno”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

Zipping from room to room between the layers of reality, Famine stopped and did a double take as it spotted someone in the kitchen.

Silently crawling its way out of the floor, it made a clicking noise- like bones tapping together- as it rose up behind Phoenix.

It’s trying to be dramatic.

-@not-the-last-devastation

Hearing the clicking, he turns around.

"Oh- Hello. Can I help you with something?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

Famine froze like a loading screen, processing Phoenix’s appearance.

…Is. Is that a stick figure..?

And once again, it is instantly disarmed by the power of weird-looking people. It cocked its head to the side like a curious deer, invading Phoenix’s personal space as it stared wordlessly. I think it forgot to speak.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Sorry- Mind moving back a bit? I don't want to accidentally hit you with something."

Looks like he's mixing a bowl of batter right now.

[not-the-last-devastation]

It takes one or two steps back, littol feet tapping against the tile of the kitchen floor- it’s too curious about the living stick figure to deny a request. It points at the bowl.

“Whatt iss that.?”

Its voice seems clearer than it did when it was speaking with Pastel, more like a real voice with a hint of text-to-speech now.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Oh, this? It's cake batter. I was bored, so I decided to do some baking. I'm Phoenix, by the way. What about you?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Ffffamine.”

Is this going to be a reoccurring issue? The people in this world not having a reaction to it? Does it need to try harder?? Is it not doing good enough???

“Yyou are a sstick figurine.”

Astute observation, genius

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"That I am. Good to meet you, Famine. When this is done, you want some?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Whhy are y- yesss pleas- why are you a sstick figurine.”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"An anon did this. I was first a human with wings, before an anon did some magic shit and turned me into this. It took some getting used to, but I've come to like being a stick figure. It's fun, being able to run faster and for longer."

Greasing a cake tin with olive oil spray, he pours the batter in and puts it in the oven.

[not-the-last-devastation]

Its pupils spin like loading screens, though never deviating from their large, black nature. What’s an anon?

“Whhy have you not tturned back…”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Simple. I can't. I'm stuck like this."

[not-the-last-devastation]

If it’s head turns any further to the side in confusion, it’s neck just might snap- oh. There it goes. With a CRACK, Famine’s head is now dangling from its neck limply, swaying from side to side gently.

“Whhyyyy.”

The words seem pained, but contrary to what would be expected, the pain is not from the horrible contortion it had just done with its body. The agony in its voice is purely for being frustrated with itself for not understanding.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

He takes Famine's head and sets it on its neck again.

"Well, I'm not an anon. I can use magic, but it won't change my form."

[not-the-last-devastation]

Famine frowns with its currently invisible mouth, still overthinking Phoenix’s lack of reaction to its entire being.

…It was rather kind of him to put the head back, even if there wasn’t really any damage. What had that Pastel said? It’s the thought that counts?

“Whatt is an anon?”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Small grey person, some use magic, some don't. No one really knows the limit to anon magic, but they seem to mostly keep to harmless jokes and pranks, like changing how tall someone is."

[not-the-last-devastation]

“But you wwere changed permanentlyyy. This is not harmlesssss.”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Like I said - they mostly keep it harmless."

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Kill.”

It suggests, plainly.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"I've tried. There's too many for that to be anywhere near feasible. However, banishing them to the void is fun.""

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Yesss :]”

Famine likes the void. The void is the answer to all problems.

Famine sits down on the floor awaiting The Cake’s completion

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Feel free to sit on the couch, a stool, anywhere. I really don't mind. Cake won't be done for a while."

[not-the-last-devastation]

Famine looked over at the couch and crawled over to it on all five limbs, settling down on it.

It’s never been good at waiting.

Drat.

It starts humming the tune that Pastel had while it waits- it’s the first one that comes to mind.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"That sounds familiar. Have you met Pastel? She and Asper are good friends of mine."

[not-the-last-devastation]

It instantly perked up at the mention of its friend.

“Yesss yess she crieddd, I tthinkk”

Not the best thing to say out of context, but nobody’s ever taught it how to NOT interact. Being immortal normally comes with free ‘never had any parental figures’, so.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Really? Do you know why?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

It gave Phoenix a sidelong glance.

“Emmotional.”

Wow. Very helpful.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Was she talking about her past?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Ssome. Mmore talking about the pressent.”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Hmm... What kind of topics?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Immmortality”

It wheezes

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

Zipping from room to room between the layers of reality, Famine stopped and did a double take as it spotted someone in the kitchen.

Silently crawling its way out of the floor, it made a clicking noise- like bones tapping together- as it rose up behind Phoenix.

It’s trying to be dramatic.

-@not-the-last-devastation

Hearing the clicking, he turns around.

"Oh- Hello. Can I help you with something?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

Famine froze like a loading screen, processing Phoenix’s appearance.

…Is. Is that a stick figure..?

And once again, it is instantly disarmed by the power of weird-looking people. It cocked its head to the side like a curious deer, invading Phoenix’s personal space as it stared wordlessly. I think it forgot to speak.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Sorry- Mind moving back a bit? I don't want to accidentally hit you with something."

Looks like he's mixing a bowl of batter right now.

[not-the-last-devastation]

It takes one or two steps back, littol feet tapping against the tile of the kitchen floor- it’s too curious about the living stick figure to deny a request. It points at the bowl.

“Whatt iss that.?”

Its voice seems clearer than it did when it was speaking with Pastel, more like a real voice with a hint of text-to-speech now.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Oh, this? It's cake batter. I was bored, so I decided to do some baking. I'm Phoenix, by the way. What about you?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Ffffamine.”

Is this going to be a reoccurring issue? The people in this world not having a reaction to it? Does it need to try harder?? Is it not doing good enough???

“Yyou are a sstick figurine.”

Astute observation, genius

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"That I am. Good to meet you, Famine. When this is done, you want some?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Whhy are y- yesss pleas- why are you a sstick figurine.”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"An anon did this. I was first a human with wings, before an anon did some magic shit and turned me into this. It took some getting used to, but I've come to like being a stick figure. It's fun, being able to run faster and for longer."

Greasing a cake tin with olive oil spray, he pours the batter in and puts it in the oven.

[not-the-last-devastation]

Its pupils spin like loading screens, though never deviating from their large, black nature. What’s an anon?

“Whhy have you not tturned back…”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Simple. I can't. I'm stuck like this."

[not-the-last-devastation]

If it’s head turns any further to the side in confusion, it’s neck just might snap- oh. There it goes. With a CRACK, Famine’s head is now dangling from its neck limply, swaying from side to side gently.

“Whhyyyy.”

The words seem pained, but contrary to what would be expected, the pain is not from the horrible contortion it had just done with its body. The agony in its voice is purely for being frustrated with itself for not understanding.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

He takes Famine's head and sets it on its neck again.

"Well, I'm not an anon. I can use magic, but it won't change my form."

[not-the-last-devastation]

Famine frowns with its currently invisible mouth, still overthinking Phoenix’s lack of reaction to its entire being.

…It was rather kind of him to put the head back, even if there wasn’t really any damage. What had that Pastel said? It’s the thought that counts?

“Whatt is an anon?”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Small grey person, some use magic, some don't. No one really knows the limit to anon magic, but they seem to mostly keep to harmless jokes and pranks, like changing how tall someone is."

[not-the-last-devastation]

“But you wwere changed permanentlyyy. This is not harmlesssss.”

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Like I said - they mostly keep it harmless."

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Kill.”

It suggests, plainly.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"I've tried. There's too many for that to be anywhere near feasible. However, banishing them to the void is fun.""

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Yesss :]”

Famine likes the void. The void is the answer to all problems.

Famine sits down on the floor awaiting The Cake’s completion

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Feel free to sit on the couch, a stool, anywhere. I really don't mind. Cake won't be done for a while."

[not-the-last-devastation]

Famine looked over at the couch and crawled over to it on all five limbs, settling down on it.

It’s never been good at waiting.

Drat.

It starts humming the tune that Pastel had while it waits- it’s the first one that comes to mind.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"That sounds familiar. Have you met Pastel? She and Asper are good friends of mine."

[not-the-last-devastation]

It instantly perked up at the mention of its friend.

“Yesss yess she crieddd, I tthinkk”

Not the best thing to say out of context, but nobody’s ever taught it how to NOT interact. Being immortal normally comes with free ‘never had any parental figures’, so.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Really? Do you know why?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

It gave Phoenix a sidelong glance.

“Emmotional.”

Wow. Very helpful.

[that-stickfig-phoenix]

"Was she talking about her past?"

[not-the-last-devastation]

“Ssome. Mmore talking about the pressent.”