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# — NECROMANCY. . [aboveall--necromxncy] .
“ You kill the muses, I resurrect them. ” a multimuse rp blog with muses from the game “Forsaken”. Respect the rules.
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Avery was curled up on the couch, her eyes fixed on a picture. It was a picture of two people who wore military outfits, next to Avery. Most likely her dead siblings—She exhaled softly, pushing herself to sit up before she put the photo away. “ Jamie... John... Why did you have to leave me? ” She murmured to herself, shaking the bad thoughts off when she heard footsteps.
[ He interrupted her thoughts, his voice bleeding with nervousness. He was holding something behind his back. ]
- " H- Heyyy, Ave ! "
She turned her head and raised a brow, her mood brightening up instantly.
“ Oh hey Guest! ”
- " I .. um .. I got these for you .. "
[ He pulled his hand in front of him, revealing a small bouquet. It was beautiful roses loosely being wrapped together by a spare cloth. ]
She blinked, her eyes sparkling just for a moment before a big grin etched on her face, “ Wooow!! They're so pretty! ”
Avery was curled up on the couch, her eyes fixed on a picture. It was a picture of two people who wore military outfits, next to Avery. Most likely her dead siblings—She exhaled softly, pushing herself to sit up before she put the photo away. “ Jamie... John... Why did you have to leave me? ” She murmured to herself, shaking the bad thoughts off when she heard footsteps.
[ He interrupted her thoughts, his voice bleeding with nervousness. He was holding something behind his back. ]
- " H- Heyyy, Ave ! "
She turned her head and raised a brow, her mood brightening up instantly.
“ Oh hey Guest! ”
1x1x1x1 doodle
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Unable to see stuff made Avery’s sight useless, the censor bar over her face flickering, her halo spinning behind her. She was just peacefully sitting, the barbed wire she uses for the rounds resting on her belt where it had braille to tell her that it's there.
It was quiet and very peaceful, unlike the usual rounds.
She furrowed her brow, grabbing her barbed wire when she heard it, a footstep—the owner who probably thought they were silent—coming from the east. Her head snapped over, the flames overtaking her vision underneath the censor bar.
— KILLER!AVERY for Survivor!Guest :3
[ He froze up, immediately pausing his steps. ]
She murmured something to herself, returning the barbed wire to the place she remembered, her fingers brushing against the braille before clipping the barbed wire back in it's original spot. Her head slowly turned back to where she originally was ‘looking’.
“ Since you seem to not be attacking me, I will apologize for how I almost decided to attack first, ” She spoke.
[ He remembered that voice. ]
- " Avery ?! "
She tilted her head, her mind blanking on the name that tried to enter her memories for the voice, before recalling—Guest 1337.
“ Not your Avery, but another Avery. I go by Caretaker, to not mistake me and the... well, your Avery... Unless..? your my guest? Are you a killer? ”
- " No, no — I'm not . No wonder .. "
She folded her hands gently on her lap, nodding softly.
“ Well then, it's a pleasure to officially meet you, other guest. ”
- " The .. pleasure is all mine .. "
[ He murmured. He took a small step forward, walking to sit next to Ave—.. Caretaker. ]
Her head wings just twitched slightly, folding underneath the censor bar that concealed her eyesight.
“ So, how are you and your avery doing? What do you think of her? ”
She was genuinely curious, even if this wasn't her guest—she still wanted to know how the other one and the other her were swelling. Did they already get together?
- " Well .. we're still friends . "
- " ... Unfortunately . "
[ He shrugged softly. He was aware she probably couldn't see, but it was a habit. ]
- " I .. might- "
[ He then muttered his response, his face flushing a bit red. ]
- " Like her .. a lot .. "
She raised a brow, snickering softly.
“ Let me tell you something, Guest. ” She followed his volume of voice, muttering her next words.
“ She most likely likes you like that back, it's a... 95% chance, I believe, ” She mused.
- " You think ? "
[ He asked quietly, his voice obviously showing hope. ]
“ I know so. I am her after all, other than... being a killer and suffering a different fate than her. Go get her before she thinks you don't like her like that, ”
[ He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling sheepishly. ]
- " I haven't really done any of that in a while, I don't know how to approach her .. I get shy . "
She paused, her mouth opening and closing for a moment before she furrowed her brows.
“ And she's never had a damn relationship so she doesn't know how to do it either .... ughhrnhr,, just,,, do it with your full chest? you'd have to ask your killer variant on how he did it, ”
- " Wait — you and my other version are together ? How did that go ? "
“ He just.. wrote several letters but then threw them in the trash, it was in braille since I can't exactly,,, ” She waved a hand infront of the censor bar, “ well, see... he learnt how to do braille just for me, actually... i found one of the letters in the trash since i was looking for a fork 1x4 accidentally threw away,, somehow?? I was interested so I started reading it and,,, then I went to go kiss him and allat, ”
- " .. Huh . What a way to find out the girl you like likes you back, hm ? You throw away paper, she reads it, then just proves that she liked ya' . "
[ He chuckled quietly, finding the situation actually really amusing. ]
She snickered softly, “ Kkay, if you need more help, you can ask someone else as this is literally my only and first relationship, ”
- " Question is how I'll do it .. maybe flowers ? But that might be too cheesy .. hmmh . Maybe I should just flat out ask . "
“ She likes flowers, but she's... I'm..?? very oblivious. to the point where she—I??? couldn't tell if someone loved me or hated me, I promise you, that you HAVE to outright ask her out and give her flowers .. and then wait a few minutes and watch the cogs slowly turn in her head, ”
- " Hmmn .. okay . Flat out asking and flowers .. I hope that works .. another good question is what flowers I should use .. lilies ? Daisies ? Dandelions ? Roses ? All kinds of flowers grow here .. "
“ Honestly, I suggest you think of flowers for her, she likes all kinds—And plus, it has to come from your heart, not from someone who's just another version of her. ”
- " Hmmh .. you're right . Yeah .. yeah ! "
“ Now, go gather the flowers and practice a speech or something before telling her, I'm expecting to see my boyfriend's partner anytime soon, ”
- " Alright .. thank you, truly . I didn't think another version of .. her ?? I guess ?? Would have good relationship advice, heh . "
She shrugged softly, “ Of course, anything for someone who thinks that orange cat of a human being needs a relationship, ” She made a shoo-ing motion as rapid footsteps could be heard approaching.
- " Oh— yeah ! Uh- bye ! "
[ He quickly got up, giving her one more glance before running off. ]
She just sat there before being tackled to the ground by a purring 1x4.
Unable to see stuff made Avery’s sight useless, the censor bar over her face flickering, her halo spinning behind her. She was just peacefully sitting, the barbed wire she uses for the rounds resting on her belt where it had braille to tell her that it's there.
It was quiet and very peaceful, unlike the usual rounds.
She furrowed her brow, grabbing her barbed wire when she heard it, a footstep—the owner who probably thought they were silent—coming from the east. Her head snapped over, the flames overtaking her vision underneath the censor bar.
— KILLER!AVERY for Survivor!Guest :3
[ He froze up, immediately pausing his steps. ]
She murmured something to herself, returning the barbed wire to the place she remembered, her fingers brushing against the braille before clipping the barbed wire back in it's original spot. Her head slowly turned back to where she originally was ‘looking’.
“ Since you seem to not be attacking me, I will apologize for how I almost decided to attack first, ” She spoke.
[ He remembered that voice. ]
- " Avery ?! "
She tilted her head, her mind blanking on the name that tried to enter her memories for the voice, before recalling—Guest 1337.
“ Not your Avery, but another Avery. I go by Caretaker, to not mistake me and the... well, your Avery... Unless..? your my guest? Are you a killer? ”
- " No, no — I'm not . No wonder .. "
She folded her hands gently on her lap, nodding softly.
“ Well then, it's a pleasure to officially meet you, other guest. ”
- " The .. pleasure is all mine .. "
[ He murmured. He took a small step forward, walking to sit next to Ave—.. Caretaker. ]
Her head wings just twitched slightly, folding underneath the censor bar that concealed her eyesight.
“ So, how are you and your avery doing? What do you think of her? ”
She was genuinely curious, even if this wasn't her guest—she still wanted to know how the other one and the other her were swelling. Did they already get together?
- " Well .. we're still friends . "
- " ... Unfortunately . "
[ He shrugged softly. He was aware she probably couldn't see, but it was a habit. ]
- " I .. might- "
[ He then muttered his response, his face flushing a bit red. ]
- " Like her .. a lot .. "
She raised a brow, snickering softly.
“ Let me tell you something, Guest. ” She followed his volume of voice, muttering her next words.
“ She most likely likes you like that back, it's a... 95% chance, I believe, ” She mused.
- " You think ? "
[ He asked quietly, his voice obviously showing hope. ]
“ I know so. I am her after all, other than... being a killer and suffering a different fate than her. Go get her before she thinks you don't like her like that, ”
[ He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling sheepishly. ]
- " I haven't really done any of that in a while, I don't know how to approach her .. I get shy . "
She paused, her mouth opening and closing for a moment before she furrowed her brows.
“ And she's never had a damn relationship so she doesn't know how to do it either .... ughhrnhr,, just,,, do it with your full chest? you'd have to ask your killer variant on how he did it, ”
- " Wait — you and my other version are together ? How did that go ? "
“ He just.. wrote several letters but then threw them in the trash, it was in braille since I can't exactly,,, ” She waved a hand infront of the censor bar, “ well, see... he learnt how to do braille just for me, actually... i found one of the letters in the trash since i was looking for a fork 1x4 accidentally threw away,, somehow?? I was interested so I started reading it and,,, then I went to go kiss him and allat, ”
- " .. Huh . What a way to find out the girl you like likes you back, hm ? You throw away paper, she reads it, then just proves that she liked ya' . "
[ He chuckled quietly, finding the situation actually really amusing. ]
She snickered softly, “ Kkay, if you need more help, you can ask someone else as this is literally my only and first relationship, ”
- " Question is how I'll do it .. maybe flowers ? But that might be too cheesy .. hmmh . Maybe I should just flat out ask . "
“ She likes flowers, but she's... I'm..?? very oblivious. to the point where she—I??? couldn't tell if someone loved me or hated me, I promise you, that you HAVE to outright ask her out and give her flowers .. and then wait a few minutes and watch the cogs slowly turn in her head, ”
- " Hmmn .. okay . Flat out asking and flowers .. I hope that works .. another good question is what flowers I should use .. lilies ? Daisies ? Dandelions ? Roses ? All kinds of flowers grow here .. "
“ Honestly, I suggest you think of flowers for her, she likes all kinds—And plus, it has to come from your heart, not from someone who's just another version of her. ”
- " Hmmh .. you're right . Yeah .. yeah ! "
“ Now, go gather the flowers and practice a speech or something before telling her, I'm expecting to see my boyfriend's partner anytime soon, ”
- " Alright .. thank you, truly . I didn't think another version of .. her ?? I guess ?? Would have good relationship advice, heh . "
She shrugged softly, “ Of course, anything for someone who thinks that orange cat of a human being needs a relationship, ” She made a shoo-ing motion as rapid footsteps could be heard approaching.
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Unable to see stuff made Avery’s sight useless, the censor bar over her face flickering, her halo spinning behind her. She was just peacefully sitting, the barbed wire she uses for the rounds resting on her belt where it had braille to tell her that it's there.
It was quiet and very peaceful, unlike the usual rounds.
She furrowed her brow, grabbing her barbed wire when she heard it, a footstep—the owner who probably thought they were silent—coming from the east. Her head snapped over, the flames overtaking her vision underneath the censor bar.
— KILLER!AVERY for Survivor!Guest :3
[ He froze up, immediately pausing his steps. ]
She murmured something to herself, returning the barbed wire to the place she remembered, her fingers brushing against the braille before clipping the barbed wire back in it's original spot. Her head slowly turned back to where she originally was ‘looking’.
“ Since you seem to not be attacking me, I will apologize for how I almost decided to attack first, ” She spoke.
[ He remembered that voice. ]
- " Avery ?! "
She tilted her head, her mind blanking on the name that tried to enter her memories for the voice, before recalling—Guest 1337.
“ Not your Avery, but another Avery. I go by Caretaker, to not mistake me and the... well, your Avery... Unless..? your my guest? Are you a killer? ”
- " No, no — I'm not . No wonder .. "
She folded her hands gently on her lap, nodding softly.
“ Well then, it's a pleasure to officially meet you, other guest. ”
- " The .. pleasure is all mine .. "
[ He murmured. He took a small step forward, walking to sit next to Ave—.. Caretaker. ]
Her head wings just twitched slightly, folding underneath the censor bar that concealed her eyesight.
“ So, how are you and your avery doing? What do you think of her? ”
She was genuinely curious, even if this wasn't her guest—she still wanted to know how the other one and the other her were swelling. Did they already get together?
- " Well .. we're still friends . "
- " ... Unfortunately . "
[ He shrugged softly. He was aware she probably couldn't see, but it was a habit. ]
- " I .. might- "
[ He then muttered his response, his face flushing a bit red. ]
- " Like her .. a lot .. "
She raised a brow, snickering softly.
“ Let me tell you something, Guest. ” She followed his volume of voice, muttering her next words.
“ She most likely likes you like that back, it's a... 95% chance, I believe, ” She mused.
- " You think ? "
[ He asked quietly, his voice obviously showing hope. ]
“ I know so. I am her after all, other than... being a killer and suffering a different fate than her. Go get her before she thinks you don't like her like that, ”
[ He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling sheepishly. ]
- " I haven't really done any of that in a while, I don't know how to approach her .. I get shy . "
She paused, her mouth opening and closing for a moment before she furrowed her brows.
“ And she's never had a damn relationship so she doesn't know how to do it either .... ughhrnhr,, just,,, do it with your full chest? you'd have to ask your killer variant on how he did it, ”
- " Wait — you and my other version are together ? How did that go ? "
“ He just.. wrote several letters but then threw them in the trash, it was in braille since I can't exactly,,, ” She waved a hand infront of the censor bar, “ well, see... he learnt how to do braille just for me, actually... i found one of the letters in the trash since i was looking for a fork 1x4 accidentally threw away,, somehow?? I was interested so I started reading it and,,, then I went to go kiss him and allat, ”
- " .. Huh . What a way to find out the girl you like likes you back, hm ? You throw away paper, she reads it, then just proves that she liked ya' . "
[ He chuckled quietly, finding the situation actually really amusing. ]
She snickered softly, “ Kkay, if you need more help, you can ask someone else as this is literally my only and first relationship, ”
- " Question is how I'll do it .. maybe flowers ? But that might be too cheesy .. hmmh . Maybe I should just flat out ask . "
“ She likes flowers, but she's... I'm..?? very oblivious. to the point where she—I??? couldn't tell if someone loved me or hated me, I promise you, that you HAVE to outright ask her out and give her flowers .. and then wait a few minutes and watch the cogs slowly turn in her head, ”
- " Hmmn .. okay . Flat out asking and flowers .. I hope that works .. another good question is what flowers I should use .. lilies ? Daisies ? Dandelions ? Roses ? All kinds of flowers grow here .. "
“ Honestly, I suggest you think of flowers for her, she likes all kinds—And plus, it has to come from your heart, not from someone who's just another version of her. ”
- " Hmmh .. you're right . Yeah .. yeah ! "
“ Now, go gather the flowers and practice a speech or something before telling her, I'm expecting to see my boyfriend's partner anytime soon, ”
Unable to see stuff made Avery’s sight useless, the censor bar over her face flickering, her halo spinning behind her. She was just peacefully sitting, the barbed wire she uses for the rounds resting on her belt where it had braille to tell her that it's there.
It was quiet and very peaceful, unlike the usual rounds.
She furrowed her brow, grabbing her barbed wire when she heard it, a footstep—the owner who probably thought they were silent—coming from the east. Her head snapped over, the flames overtaking her vision underneath the censor bar.
— KILLER!AVERY for Survivor!Guest :3
[ He froze up, immediately pausing his steps. ]
She murmured something to herself, returning the barbed wire to the place she remembered, her fingers brushing against the braille before clipping the barbed wire back in it's original spot. Her head slowly turned back to where she originally was ‘looking’.
“ Since you seem to not be attacking me, I will apologize for how I almost decided to attack first, ” She spoke.
[ He remembered that voice. ]
- " Avery ?! "
She tilted her head, her mind blanking on the name that tried to enter her memories for the voice, before recalling—Guest 1337.
“ Not your Avery, but another Avery. I go by Caretaker, to not mistake me and the... well, your Avery... Unless..? your my guest? Are you a killer? ”
- " No, no — I'm not . No wonder .. "
She folded her hands gently on her lap, nodding softly.
“ Well then, it's a pleasure to officially meet you, other guest. ”
- " The .. pleasure is all mine .. "
[ He murmured. He took a small step forward, walking to sit next to Ave—.. Caretaker. ]
Her head wings just twitched slightly, folding underneath the censor bar that concealed her eyesight.
“ So, how are you and your avery doing? What do you think of her? ”
She was genuinely curious, even if this wasn't her guest—she still wanted to know how the other one and the other her were swelling. Did they already get together?
- " Well .. we're still friends . "
- " ... Unfortunately . "
[ He shrugged softly. He was aware she probably couldn't see, but it was a habit. ]
- " I .. might- "
[ He then muttered his response, his face flushing a bit red. ]
- " Like her .. a lot .. "
She raised a brow, snickering softly.
“ Let me tell you something, Guest. ” She followed his volume of voice, muttering her next words.
“ She most likely likes you like that back, it's a... 95% chance, I believe, ” She mused.
- " You think ? "
[ He asked quietly, his voice obviously showing hope. ]
“ I know so. I am her after all, other than... being a killer and suffering a different fate than her. Go get her before she thinks you don't like her like that, ”
[ He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling sheepishly. ]
- " I haven't really done any of that in a while, I don't know how to approach her .. I get shy . "
She paused, her mouth opening and closing for a moment before she furrowed her brows.
“ And she's never had a damn relationship so she doesn't know how to do it either .... ughhrnhr,, just,,, do it with your full chest? you'd have to ask your killer variant on how he did it, ”
- " Wait — you and my other version are together ? How did that go ? "
“ He just.. wrote several letters but then threw them in the trash, it was in braille since I can't exactly,,, ” She waved a hand infront of the censor bar, “ well, see... he learnt how to do braille just for me, actually... i found one of the letters in the trash since i was looking for a fork 1x4 accidentally threw away,, somehow?? I was interested so I started reading it and,,, then I went to go kiss him and allat, ”
- " .. Huh . What a way to find out the girl you like likes you back, hm ? You throw away paper, she reads it, then just proves that she liked ya' . "
[ He chuckled quietly, finding the situation actually really amusing. ]
She snickered softly, “ Kkay, if you need more help, you can ask someone else as this is literally my only and first relationship, ”
- " Question is how I'll do it .. maybe flowers ? But that might be too cheesy .. hmmh . Maybe I should just flat out ask . "
“ She likes flowers, but she's... I'm..?? very oblivious. to the point where she—I??? couldn't tell if someone loved me or hated me, I promise you, that you HAVE to outright ask her out and give her flowers .. and then wait a few minutes and watch the cogs slowly turn in her head, ”
- " Hmmn .. okay . Flat out asking and flowers .. I hope that works .. another good question is what flowers I should use .. lilies ? Daisies ? Dandelions ? Roses ? All kinds of flowers grow here .. "
“ Honestly, I suggest you think of flowers for her, she likes all kinds—And plus, it has to come from your heart, not from someone who's just another version of her. ”
MY SHAYLA
Unable to see stuff made Avery’s sight useless, the censor bar over her face flickering, her halo spinning behind her. She was just peacefully sitting, the barbed wire she uses for the rounds resting on her belt where it had braille to tell her that it's there.
It was quiet and very peaceful, unlike the usual rounds.
She furrowed her brow, grabbing her barbed wire when she heard it, a footstep—the owner who probably thought they were silent—coming from the east. Her head snapped over, the flames overtaking her vision underneath the censor bar.
— KILLER!AVERY for Survivor!Guest :3
[ He froze up, immediately pausing his steps. ]
She murmured something to herself, returning the barbed wire to the place she remembered, her fingers brushing against the braille before clipping the barbed wire back in it's original spot. Her head slowly turned back to where she originally was ‘looking’.
“ Since you seem to not be attacking me, I will apologize for how I almost decided to attack first, ” She spoke.
[ He remembered that voice. ]
- " Avery ?! "
She tilted her head, her mind blanking on the name that tried to enter her memories for the voice, before recalling—Guest 1337.
“ Not your Avery, but another Avery. I go by Caretaker, to not mistake me and the... well, your Avery... Unless..? your my guest? Are you a killer? ”
- " No, no — I'm not . No wonder .. "
She folded her hands gently on her lap, nodding softly.
“ Well then, it's a pleasure to officially meet you, other guest. ”
- " The .. pleasure is all mine .. "
[ He murmured. He took a small step forward, walking to sit next to Ave—.. Caretaker. ]
Her head wings just twitched slightly, folding underneath the censor bar that concealed her eyesight.
“ So, how are you and your avery doing? What do you think of her? ”
She was genuinely curious, even if this wasn't her guest—she still wanted to know how the other one and the other her were swelling. Did they already get together?
- " Well .. we're still friends . "
- " ... Unfortunately . "
[ He shrugged softly. He was aware she probably couldn't see, but it was a habit. ]
- " I .. might- "
[ He then muttered his response, his face flushing a bit red. ]
- " Like her .. a lot .. "
She raised a brow, snickering softly.
“ Let me tell you something, Guest. ” She followed his volume of voice, muttering her next words.
“ She most likely likes you like that back, it's a... 95% chance, I believe, ” She mused.
- " You think ? "
[ He asked quietly, his voice obviously showing hope. ]
“ I know so. I am her after all, other than... being a killer and suffering a different fate than her. Go get her before she thinks you don't like her like that, ”
[ He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling sheepishly. ]
- " I haven't really done any of that in a while, I don't know how to approach her .. I get shy . "
She paused, her mouth opening and closing for a moment before she furrowed her brows.
“ And she's never had a damn relationship so she doesn't know how to do it either .... ughhrnhr,, just,,, do it with your full chest? you'd have to ask your killer variant on how he did it, ”
- " Wait — you and my other version are together ? How did that go ? "
“ He just.. wrote several letters but then threw them in the trash, it was in braille since I can't exactly,,, ” She waved a hand infront of the censor bar, “ well, see... he learnt how to do braille just for me, actually... i found one of the letters in the trash since i was looking for a fork 1x4 accidentally threw away,, somehow?? I was interested so I started reading it and,,, then I went to go kiss him and allat, ”
- " .. Huh . What a way to find out the girl you like likes you back, hm ? You throw away paper, she reads it, then just proves that she liked ya' . "
[ He chuckled quietly, finding the situation actually really amusing. ]
She snickered softly, “ Kkay, if you need more help, you can ask someone else as this is literally my only and first relationship, ”
- " Question is how I'll do it .. maybe flowers ? But that might be too cheesy .. hmmh . Maybe I should just flat out ask . "
“ She likes flowers, but she's... I'm..?? very oblivious. to the point where she—I??? couldn't tell if someone loved me or hated me, I promise you, that you HAVE to outright ask her out and give her flowers .. and then wait a few minutes and watch the cogs slowly turn in her head, ”
Unable to see stuff made Avery’s sight useless, the censor bar over her face flickering, her halo spinning behind her. She was just peacefully sitting, the barbed wire she uses for the rounds resting on her belt where it had braille to tell her that it's there.
It was quiet and very peaceful, unlike the usual rounds.
She furrowed her brow, grabbing her barbed wire when she heard it, a footstep—the owner who probably thought they were silent—coming from the east. Her head snapped over, the flames overtaking her vision underneath the censor bar.
— KILLER!AVERY for Survivor!Guest :3
[ He froze up, immediately pausing his steps. ]
She murmured something to herself, returning the barbed wire to the place she remembered, her fingers brushing against the braille before clipping the barbed wire back in it's original spot. Her head slowly turned back to where she originally was ‘looking’.
“ Since you seem to not be attacking me, I will apologize for how I almost decided to attack first, ” She spoke.
[ He remembered that voice. ]
- " Avery ?! "
She tilted her head, her mind blanking on the name that tried to enter her memories for the voice, before recalling—Guest 1337.
“ Not your Avery, but another Avery. I go by Caretaker, to not mistake me and the... well, your Avery... Unless..? your my guest? Are you a killer? ”
- " No, no — I'm not . No wonder .. "
She folded her hands gently on her lap, nodding softly.
“ Well then, it's a pleasure to officially meet you, other guest. ”
- " The .. pleasure is all mine .. "
[ He murmured. He took a small step forward, walking to sit next to Ave—.. Caretaker. ]
Her head wings just twitched slightly, folding underneath the censor bar that concealed her eyesight.
“ So, how are you and your avery doing? What do you think of her? ”
She was genuinely curious, even if this wasn't her guest—she still wanted to know how the other one and the other her were swelling. Did they already get together?
- " Well .. we're still friends . "
- " ... Unfortunately . "
[ He shrugged softly. He was aware she probably couldn't see, but it was a habit. ]
- " I .. might- "
[ He then muttered his response, his face flushing a bit red. ]
- " Like her .. a lot .. "
She raised a brow, snickering softly.
“ Let me tell you something, Guest. ” She followed his volume of voice, muttering her next words.
“ She most likely likes you like that back, it's a... 95% chance, I believe, ” She mused.
- " You think ? "
[ He asked quietly, his voice obviously showing hope. ]
“ I know so. I am her after all, other than... being a killer and suffering a different fate than her. Go get her before she thinks you don't like her like that, ”
[ He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling sheepishly. ]
- " I haven't really done any of that in a while, I don't know how to approach her .. I get shy . "
She paused, her mouth opening and closing for a moment before she furrowed her brows.
“ And she's never had a damn relationship so she doesn't know how to do it either .... ughhrnhr,, just,,, do it with your full chest? you'd have to ask your killer variant on how he did it, ”
- " Wait — you and my other version are together ? How did that go ? "
“ He just.. wrote several letters but then threw them in the trash, it was in braille since I can't exactly,,, ” She waved a hand infront of the censor bar, “ well, see... he learnt how to do braille just for me, actually... i found one of the letters in the trash since i was looking for a fork 1x4 accidentally threw away,, somehow?? I was interested so I started reading it and,,, then I went to go kiss him and allat, ”
- " .. Huh . What a way to find out the girl you like likes you back, hm ? You throw away paper, she reads it, then just proves that she liked ya' . "
[ He chuckled quietly, finding the situation actually really amusing. ]
She snickered softly, “ Kkay, if you need more help, you can ask someone else as this is literally my only and first relationship, ”
Unable to see stuff made Avery’s sight useless, the censor bar over her face flickering, her halo spinning behind her. She was just peacefully sitting, the barbed wire she uses for the rounds resting on her belt where it had braille to tell her that it's there.
It was quiet and very peaceful, unlike the usual rounds.
She furrowed her brow, grabbing her barbed wire when she heard it, a footstep—the owner who probably thought they were silent—coming from the east. Her head snapped over, the flames overtaking her vision underneath the censor bar.
— KILLER!AVERY for Survivor!Guest :3
[ He froze up, immediately pausing his steps. ]
She murmured something to herself, returning the barbed wire to the place she remembered, her fingers brushing against the braille before clipping the barbed wire back in it's original spot. Her head slowly turned back to where she originally was ‘looking’.
“ Since you seem to not be attacking me, I will apologize for how I almost decided to attack first, ” She spoke.
[ He remembered that voice. ]
- " Avery ?! "
She tilted her head, her mind blanking on the name that tried to enter her memories for the voice, before recalling—Guest 1337.
“ Not your Avery, but another Avery. I go by Caretaker, to not mistake me and the... well, your Avery... Unless..? your my guest? Are you a killer? ”
- " No, no — I'm not . No wonder .. "
She folded her hands gently on her lap, nodding softly.
“ Well then, it's a pleasure to officially meet you, other guest. ”
- " The .. pleasure is all mine .. "
[ He murmured. He took a small step forward, walking to sit next to Ave—.. Caretaker. ]
Her head wings just twitched slightly, folding underneath the censor bar that concealed her eyesight.
“ So, how are you and your avery doing? What do you think of her? ”
She was genuinely curious, even if this wasn't her guest—she still wanted to know how the other one and the other her were swelling. Did they already get together?
- " Well .. we're still friends . "
- " ... Unfortunately . "
[ He shrugged softly. He was aware she probably couldn't see, but it was a habit. ]
- " I .. might- "
[ He then muttered his response, his face flushing a bit red. ]
- " Like her .. a lot .. "
She raised a brow, snickering softly.
“ Let me tell you something, Guest. ” She followed his volume of voice, muttering her next words.
“ She most likely likes you like that back, it's a... 95% chance, I believe, ” She mused.
- " You think ? "
[ He asked quietly, his voice obviously showing hope. ]
“ I know so. I am her after all, other than... being a killer and suffering a different fate than her. Go get her before she thinks you don't like her like that, ”
[ He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling sheepishly. ]
- " I haven't really done any of that in a while, I don't know how to approach her .. I get shy . "
She paused, her mouth opening and closing for a moment before she furrowed her brows.
“ And she's never had a damn relationship so she doesn't know how to do it either .... ughhrnhr,, just,,, do it with your full chest? you'd have to ask your killer variant on how he did it, ”
- " Wait — you and my other version are together ? How did that go ? "
“ He just.. wrote several letters but then threw them in the trash, it was in braille since I can't exactly,,, ” She waved a hand infront of the censor bar, “ well, see... he learnt how to do braille just for me, actually... i found one of the letters in the trash since i was looking for a fork 1x4 accidentally threw away,, somehow?? I was interested so I started reading it and,,, then I went to go kiss him and allat, ”
Unable to see stuff made Avery’s sight useless, the censor bar over her face flickering, her halo spinning behind her. She was just peacefully sitting, the barbed wire she uses for the rounds resting on her belt where it had braille to tell her that it's there.
It was quiet and very peaceful, unlike the usual rounds.
She furrowed her brow, grabbing her barbed wire when she heard it, a footstep—the owner who probably thought they were silent—coming from the east. Her head snapped over, the flames overtaking her vision underneath the censor bar.
— KILLER!AVERY for Survivor!Guest :3
[ He froze up, immediately pausing his steps. ]
She murmured something to herself, returning the barbed wire to the place she remembered, her fingers brushing against the braille before clipping the barbed wire back in it's original spot. Her head slowly turned back to where she originally was ‘looking’.
“ Since you seem to not be attacking me, I will apologize for how I almost decided to attack first, ” She spoke.
[ He remembered that voice. ]
- " Avery ?! "
She tilted her head, her mind blanking on the name that tried to enter her memories for the voice, before recalling—Guest 1337.
“ Not your Avery, but another Avery. I go by Caretaker, to not mistake me and the... well, your Avery... Unless..? your my guest? Are you a killer? ”
- " No, no — I'm not . No wonder .. "
She folded her hands gently on her lap, nodding softly.
“ Well then, it's a pleasure to officially meet you, other guest. ”
- " The .. pleasure is all mine .. "
[ He murmured. He took a small step forward, walking to sit next to Ave—.. Caretaker. ]
Her head wings just twitched slightly, folding underneath the censor bar that concealed her eyesight.
“ So, how are you and your avery doing? What do you think of her? ”
She was genuinely curious, even if this wasn't her guest—she still wanted to know how the other one and the other her were swelling. Did they already get together?
- " Well .. we're still friends . "
- " ... Unfortunately . "
[ He shrugged softly. He was aware she probably couldn't see, but it was a habit. ]
- " I .. might- "
[ He then muttered his response, his face flushing a bit red. ]
- " Like her .. a lot .. "
She raised a brow, snickering softly.
“ Let me tell you something, Guest. ” She followed his volume of voice, muttering her next words.
“ She most likely likes you like that back, it's a... 95% chance, I believe, ” She mused.
- " You think ? "
[ He asked quietly, his voice obviously showing hope. ]
“ I know so. I am her after all, other than... being a killer and suffering a different fate than her. Go get her before she thinks you don't like her like that, ”
[ He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling sheepishly. ]
- " I haven't really done any of that in a while, I don't know how to approach her .. I get shy . "
She paused, her mouth opening and closing for a moment before she furrowed her brows.
“ And she's never had a damn relationship so she doesn't know how to do it either .... ughhrnhr,, just,,, do it with your full chest? you'd have to ask your killer variant on how he did it, ”
Unable to see stuff made Avery’s sight useless, the censor bar over her face flickering, her halo spinning behind her. She was just peacefully sitting, the barbed wire she uses for the rounds resting on her belt where it had braille to tell her that it's there.
It was quiet and very peaceful, unlike the usual rounds.
She furrowed her brow, grabbing her barbed wire when she heard it, a footstep—the owner who probably thought they were silent—coming from the east. Her head snapped over, the flames overtaking her vision underneath the censor bar.
— KILLER!AVERY for Survivor!Guest :3
[ He froze up, immediately pausing his steps. ]
She murmured something to herself, returning the barbed wire to the place she remembered, her fingers brushing against the braille before clipping the barbed wire back in it's original spot. Her head slowly turned back to where she originally was ‘looking’.
“ Since you seem to not be attacking me, I will apologize for how I almost decided to attack first, ” She spoke.
[ He remembered that voice. ]
- " Avery ?! "
She tilted her head, her mind blanking on the name that tried to enter her memories for the voice, before recalling—Guest 1337.
“ Not your Avery, but another Avery. I go by Caretaker, to not mistake me and the... well, your Avery... Unless..? your my guest? Are you a killer? ”
- " No, no — I'm not . No wonder .. "
She folded her hands gently on her lap, nodding softly.
“ Well then, it's a pleasure to officially meet you, other guest. ”
- " The .. pleasure is all mine .. "
[ He murmured. He took a small step forward, walking to sit next to Ave—.. Caretaker. ]
Her head wings just twitched slightly, folding underneath the censor bar that concealed her eyesight.
“ So, how are you and your avery doing? What do you think of her? ”
She was genuinely curious, even if this wasn't her guest—she still wanted to know how the other one and the other her were swelling. Did they already get together?
- " Well .. we're still friends . "
- " ... Unfortunately . "
[ He shrugged softly. He was aware she probably couldn't see, but it was a habit. ]
- " I .. might- "
[ He then muttered his response, his face flushing a bit red. ]
- " Like her .. a lot .. "
She raised a brow, snickering softly.
“ Let me tell you something, Guest. ” She followed his volume of voice, muttering her next words.
“ She most likely likes you like that back, it's a... 95% chance, I believe, ” She mused.
- " You think ? "
[ He asked quietly, his voice obviously showing hope. ]
“ I know so. I am her after all, other than... being a killer and suffering a different fate than her. Go get her before she thinks you don't like her like that, ”