SOME DREAMERS COMIX

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Don't feel too bad about missing prom. Um. Everyone died.

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Give ME your government ID instead

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Hi! I wanted to tell you that I really like your fanart based on romance apocalypse, I NEED MOOOOORE-

Thank you for your attention ꈍᴗꈍ

HIII thank you :] I'm glad youre enjoying them !!

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INCIDENT REPORT

Persons Involved: Pilot

Incident Summary: While on my missions of MOIST UPMOST IMPORTANTS I had to engage in an emmeergency landing protocól. Even MORE unfortunate, I sadly failed to land according to approved workplace procedure and so my left leg become crunched and is now lazing around like a USELESS NOODLE.

I take full responsibility for my failure to perform and can only hope my Captain is merciful in the face of my moist embarrassing oopsiedoodle.

Because I am at fault for this accident and because of my recent promotion to insurance director I will go ahead and reject my own insurance claim.

WORKERS COMPENSATION: REJECTED

Signed Pi Lot, Eureka Director of Insurance

With the paperwork finished and filed away, I turn to listen to what the Doctor and Mr. Snippy are saying.

Snippy has been pacing boobishly about the room fors about 10 minutes and 27 seconds now and while I am a slight bit touched by his concern it is grating on my nerves which are already in twists of licorice fraying out my leg socket.

"... So? Can you fix it?" Snippey waffles to the Doctor.

I have two problems with this plan. Number one:

"SNIPEEEEEYYYY!! I AM NOT AN IT!" I correct him courteously.

"Bwah?! That's not- I know you're- I meant your leg, okay?"

Number two:.

"This Doctor is a SHAM! The mouse in his hat that wrote his most smartest emails DIED. he'll NEVER BECOME A TRUE PARISIAN CHEF!!!"

The Doctor shrinks down even more even though he is already kneeling as to inspect my injuries. He has been caught red handed in the act of his illegal medical practice and in oweing all his achievements in life to his over-reliance on mice.

"He's right." Dr. Engie says.

Snippey is quiet for a second before asking, "A mouse wrote your emails?"

"No, that I'm a sham, you plebeian. Ever since... I-I can't remember a thing about medicine or bioengineering. Certainly nothing about DEX repair!"

Snippey groans, "Let me guess. You kept all your memories on the cloud to prove some idiotic point to one of your colleagues and never thought to keep a backup? You know, it's a real mystery how the world didn't end sooner with jackasses like you in charge."

The Doctor and Snippie continue to bargle back and forth which is not interesting to me, so I look more at my injuries.

The ligaments in my smashed leg are wiggling around trying to put themselves back together. I can see them tying themselves into jumbly tangles because they're not very smart. Not very nice.

I poke them with my fingers to try to stop them from solving problems they're not qualified for but pain becomes all over me in stead. Owwieeee. Owww. Owwwchhhh. Owwwwwwwwwwwwwuuhhhhhhh.

Suddenly my fellow minions are paying attention to me again, no doubt because of my very tasteful and dignified whine of pain.

"Maybe we could find the nearest... DEX... Fixing place?"

VISIONS OF A MALICIOUS LADYBUG SMARMS IN MY HEAD. I DO NOT WANT TO GO BACK TO LADYBUGLAND.

"NOOOOOO! NOT AGAIN!! YOU CANT MAKES ME GO!!!"

I decide ive had enough of this. I try to clamber away but trip over my bendy leg and the doctor has to pick me up and he sits me back down instead of making me Uprightsome.

I hope Captain comes back soon. Zee will know what to do.

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My name is, according to The Sniper (Snipper? Snippy?), Doctor Alexander Gromov, although Pilot and Captain say my name is Angie (Engie? It seems to change moment to moment). I cannot say which one of these is true. Something bad happened, now everything is missing. It's missing outside, and now it's missing inside me. How can that be true?

Annie, list of human organs? Annie, cross-reference and confirm presence of vital human organs? Annie, can you hear me? Are you okay, dear?

I don't remember why my first impulse is to poise questions to this "Annie" entity. I think that is the name of God. I understand she used to answer my questions. I know that she does not anymore. I ask them anyway, just in case.

I remember hospitals being where doctors worked. Did I work in such a place? Captain says zee knows this is a Children's Hospital by the trails of red stuff everywhere. I don't think this is right, but I can't remember enough about pediatrics to disprove it. In any case, this hospital seems to have fallen into disrepair. Everything is dirty. No medicine can be practiced here.

There is a sign pointing in one direction. It's comprised of various other symbols, though I cannot recall how to read them. I spend a long time studying the symbols before I hear The Sniper clear his throat behind me.

"I know how to read," I tell him. I do not know how to read.

However, I must keep up the appearances of Doctor Gromov, as I'm sure my companions will abandon me to the wastes if they discover I am no longer of use—this is another thing I understand to be true, despite the apparent loss of all my memories.

"Okay…?" Snippy responds before wandering off to look for medical supplies. I feel I've succeeded in duping him. I feel like he is beneath me for some reason. People who are beneath me are very easy to dupe, as I understand.

After a few more minutes of trying to read the sign on the wall, I decide to go catch up with The Sniper. He is in an area of the Hospital with a lot of posters of human infants being held by their mothers. I wonder if I had a mother. Was Annie my mother? No, I think she was my girlfriend. Did these figures fill similar roles? ... If that was true, it would mean I was some kind of useless baby man. That doesn't seem right. Doctors are supposed to be smart and capable.

When I find Snippy, he's kneeling down to inspect something. I watch him hold a small, disgusting creature that appears to be growing out of a human skull.

"MAMA?" it says to him.

I feel scared. Ew. Ew. Ew. Why is he holding it? Ew. He is holding it and looking at it as though it is a beautiful thing. It is not. It is disgusting. Please put it down. Ew. Ew. Ew. It is covered in disease. Yuck. Yucky. Ew.

Suddenly, his chest wound opens and pulls the creature into his rib cage. This is horrifying and disgusting as well, but I feel better now that the creature has been destroyed.

The Sniper does not seem relieved. He seems panicked.

"No, no, no, no! Why!?" The Sniper grips his head and stares down at his chest in horror. Then he whimpers to himself, "I don't want you to buy me another…"

I do not know who he is talking to. Is he talking to Annie? Does she answer him but not me? Is Annie living in his chest? That doesn't seem right. The thing in him seems bad and gross. Annie is not gross.

I miss her. I recognize this feeling as similar to the feeling The Sniper is experiencing over the disgusting creature being eaten by his chest.

I walk over to Snippy and tell him, "I'm sorry for your loss."

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gay hockey show being number 2 on trending so devastating for buck robinson of untitled1: a somedreamerscomix comic (concussed and so can't play hockey)

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When I woke up, thankfully, neither Pilot nor Captain had stolen my gun or played any nonsensical pranks while I slept. At least I think so... I've been sleeping heavier than ever since ANNET shut down, so I can never be too sure.

tHe AiR iS qUiEtEr NoW. LeSs iNtErFeReNcE.

Bwah? Interference? ... Nevermind, that actually makes sense. In any case, it's easier to sleep and think without the constant immaterial buzz messing with my head.

I tried to sit up on the decaying mattress I'd found myself on, only to be greeted with searing pain that shot through all of my muscles at once.

"What the hell?" I groaned.

eAsY ThErE. nErVe EnDiNgS dOn'T gRoW oN tReEs. I'vE BeEn WoRkInG oN rEsToRiNg YoUr AbiLiTy tO SeNsE TeMpErAtUrE.

Great. I'd forgotten how much pain having a half-dead nervous system saved me. Now, all of a sudden, I could feel every strain, bruise and sore muscle in agonizing detail. Steeling myself, I lurched to my feet.

First order of business was to find some food. Ever since Dr. Gromov woke up, he'd been back to complaining about unsanitary conditions and potential food poisoning. The world as we knew it had been obliterated. You eat what I G-damn feed you.

I was about to tell him as much when Captain interjected.

"TUT-TUT PRINCESS! YOU KNOW YOUR MOTHER WORKS HARD FOR OUR BREKKIE FASTS!" Zee waggled a finger scoldingly at Gromov.

Though somewhat disgruntled at being labelled the man's mother of all things, I was momentarily vindicated.

"Maybe Angie would feel better with a yummy Crunchy-bunchy-wunchy Bar to start the day!"

"NONSENSE. IT WOULD SIMPLY SPOIL HER BREAKFAST."

"Where in Annie's name did you get that?"

As the three argued, I rubbed my shoulder and tried to stretch out some of the stiffness in my joints. I winced at a sudden twinge of pain jolting through my back.

That seemed to catch Captain's attention. Zee stopped in zeer tracks and stared at me, humming thoughtfully.

"I KNOW WHAT WE NEED! A RELAXING DAY AT ZEE SPA!"

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sincerelyween part two [part one here]

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sometimes i can still hear their voices

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isn't it funny how we touch each other's lives?