A bright heart

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

"We're finally free from this awful place! We don't have to hurt eachother anymore."

The Burned Grey at McTabby's! (Fry kitchen)

"Big, red text between quotes is dialogue."

Italics are thoughts

Bold are actions

(Between parenthesis is out of character)

#You gave me so much to think about: asks

#We're meant to be together: interactions

#You came back! I missed you: her and her birds

Rules:

No NSFW obviously

Romantic stuff is okay and even encouraged!

Avoid constant references to things that aren't Slay the Princess

Violence okay up to canon typical

Try having fun!

Run by @pluuuuume

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

She still has not found her beloved. But some day, she knew she will; if fate had decided that the time hadn't come yet, then it hadn't.

For now, she kept on doing her job as usual.

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

🐈‍⬛ miau? (sniffs you)

@minimumwage-sherlock

"Oh- hello, little creature. You are adorable!"

[minimumwage-sherlock]

🐈‍⬛ mya. (it is so adorable! the adorablest!!)

🐈‍⬛ mrr? (it bigs and cutes its eyes at you. pats for kitty??)

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

She waves her hand on its head, like she is trying to pet it. But there is no sensation of touch, only a slight warmth.

[minimumwage-sherlock]

🐈‍⬛ mwa? (it seems confused at first. where are its pats?)

🐈‍⬛ mrrrprrrp!! (wait that actually feels really nice what the heck!! you are like if a sunbeam was a person??)

🐈‍⬛ hffh! prrr? (it flops down with a contented sigh, exposing its tummy for you to warm.)

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

She lets out a small chuckle and warms its belly.

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

🐈‍⬛ miau? (sniffs you)

@minimumwage-sherlock

"Oh- hello, little creature. You are adorable!"

[minimumwage-sherlock]

🐈‍⬛ mya. (it is so adorable! the adorablest!!)

🐈‍⬛ mrr? (it bigs and cutes its eyes at you. pats for kitty??)

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

She waves her hand on its head, like she is trying to pet it. But there is no sensation of touch, only a slight warmth.

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

🐈‍⬛ miau? (sniffs you)

@minimumwage-sherlock

"Oh- hello, little creature. You are adorable!"

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

Thoughts on the intersection between love and violence?

"If you truly love someone, you want them to be happy. At any cost. Even if you have to hurt others to do it, even if you have to hurt them to do it. If you can't handle a little pain for the good of your relationship, then it's not real love. Real love is complete blind devotion, being ready to do anything for the other. Including violence."

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

And his purpose was to kill you at the beginning. Things like that can change or mean nothing

"That's not true. It can't be true. We were meant to love eachother."

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

But what if you won't?

"I will. I have to. I was made to love him. It's my purpose in this world."

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

Are you ok?

"...No."

"But, once I find my Love, everything will finally be wonderful!"

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

*bite* *bite*

@blog-biter

She pushes you away.

"Has no one taught you manners? You can't just go around biting people!"

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

Uh you back yet?

"Back...?"

She looks around the room, her eyes falling on the familiar corpse sitting in a corner.

"Oh."

Too lost in her sorrow, she mustn't have noticed it had killed her.

She couldn't stand to look at that corpse.

" @minimum-wage-fire ?"

[minimum-wage-fire]

"Yes?"

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

"Could you burn that corpse for me?"

[minimum-wage-fire]

"Of course!"

It was enthusiastically burned to a crisp.

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

She didn't remember it being that gruesome in the Construct. Perhaps it was because the great love that warmed her heart was gone.

"...Thank you."

It wasn't gone. It couldn't be, for she would too be gone. It was all she was, and she was going to find it again, one day.

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

Uh you back yet?

"Back...?"

She looks around the room, her eyes falling on the familiar corpse sitting in a corner.

"Oh."

Too lost in her sorrow, she mustn't have noticed it had killed her.

She couldn't stand to look at that corpse.

" @minimum-wage-fire ?"

[minimum-wage-fire]

"Yes?"

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

"Could you burn that corpse for me?"

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

Uh you back yet?

"Back...?"

She looks around the room, her eyes falling on the familiar corpse sitting in a corner.

"Oh."

Too lost in her sorrow, she mustn't have noticed it had killed her.

She couldn't stand to look at that corpse.

" @minimum-wage-fire ?"

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

*Cold was walking around not really hiding himself, and the knife. Really he felt no need to what was she going to do anyway?*

Cold: Spectre where are you?...

*He said quietly, bored, mostly to himself, but then stopped seeing figure he's never seen before. Another ghost but it wasn't like her. They had a knife in their chest meaning no easy kill point. Suddenly this seemed much more interesting. Slightly hides the knife. He doesn't say anything only staring letting himself be in view*

@stp-thevoices

She turned around.

"Hello?"

My love? Did you come back for me?

[stp-thevoices]

*He didn't say anything for a second almost like they were trying examining them*

What princess are you?

*He tilts his head as a wing on his head covers some of his face*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

"...Do you not recognize me?"

There's something familiar about him. She knows it was someone like him she knew.

[stp-thevoices]

No. Although it seems like you recognize me. Or some version of me.

*He may not know her but she definitely knows him. Maybe this will actually be something*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

"I... I was trapped alone in that horrible basement until you came and freed me... and then..."

"This place didn't accept us. It made you hurt me again. But I burnt it down and now we're finally free to love eachother!"

And you don't love me.

[stp-thevoices]

*"Love" must mean in some alternate routes he was stuck with Smitten instead of Opportunities. He doubt he would've had any more fun, but maybe they would have had a decider that time.*

Are you sure it was the place? Maybe they just never loved you to begin with.

*He steps closer keeping a close eye on her reaction*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

She takes a step back, offended.

"What? No, there's no way-"

"I was never the part of him that loved you."

"But- No! They did love me! It's impossible otherwise!"

They would have let me kill them if they didn't love me. Please.

[stp-thevoices]

*He keeps walking forward. She's very insistent almost like someone else he knows*

Nothing's impossible.

I've seen them hurt people for less. Maybe they were just curious what would happen if they got your hopes up and then put them down.

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

"Don't say that! What we had was real it- It had to be!"

Who am I without them?

"You're just mad because your heart is cold as stone and will never know a love as great as ours!"

[stp-thevoices]

You'll get over it.

*He steps close enough for him to reach for the blade in their chest. He probably doesn't even have to raise his own blade to kill her.*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

"N0 I won't! I'll never forget it! It was real! I'll find my love again one day!"

[stp-thevoices]

*He doesn't bother repeating himself getting a firm grip on her blade locking eyes as he does.*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

"What are you doing?!"

She doesn't push him away.

[stp-thevoices]

*He doesn't answer only twisting the blade*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

Her face twist in pain and she puts her hand over his.

[stp-thevoices]

*He turns the blade some more unlocking their eyes to watch what he was doing. Seeing anything interesting is happening because of the ghost part.*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

The knife is barely moving, seeming stuck in her heart.

[stp-thevoices]

*He looks curiously trying to twist more but it was stuck.*

I guess that option has already been exhausted.

*He let's go of the blade but before she can even process he brings up the other hand with the ghost knife, and stabs right next to the other blade. He looks up at her face*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

She clenches her teeth. She never had problems with pain before. Perhaps it was the coldness of his behavior that hurt more.

She backs away from him, covering her wound with her hand, staring at him with eyes full of spite.

[stp-thevoices]

*The knife was pulled out when she moved away. There was a slight grin on his face by the clear spite on their face like he almost enjoyed whatever game this was.*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

She ran towards the kitchen, passing through him in a warm breeze.

[stp-thevoices]

*He looks down at himself realizing nothing happened once she pass through him. More fascinatingly she wasn't at all affected by being stabbed in the heart again. He turns the way she ran not giving any chase*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

She entered the fry kitchen and tried calming herself down. Ghostly blood was dripping down her chest.

[stp-thevoices]

*He quietly walks into the doorway(hallway? Entryway? Idk) watching her bleed on the floor, he wonders if she will die. Perhaps he spoke too soon. Feeling the slight amusement fade*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

She put her head between her knees, as her shoulders shook with sobs.

I thought we were free... but this place is just as awful, and I'm all alone.

I miss you... come back...

[stp-thevoices]

*Now she was crying. He looks at the blade considering doing another fatal blow, but it almost feels tedious now. He already did the most fatal blow, and he doubts that she will die any different than any other princess. No different then the first ghost he killed. Maybe the voices will tell him later if she dies or not. Without even so much as a second glance he leaves letting her sulk in misery.*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

It wasn't long until the sobs stopped. A ghost's corpse was sitting in the fry kitchen.

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

*Cold was walking around not really hiding himself, and the knife. Really he felt no need to what was she going to do anyway?*

Cold: Spectre where are you?...

*He said quietly, bored, mostly to himself, but then stopped seeing figure he's never seen before. Another ghost but it wasn't like her. They had a knife in their chest meaning no easy kill point. Suddenly this seemed much more interesting. Slightly hides the knife. He doesn't say anything only staring letting himself be in view*

@stp-thevoices

She turned around.

"Hello?"

My love? Did you come back for me?

[stp-thevoices]

*He didn't say anything for a second almost like they were trying examining them*

What princess are you?

*He tilts his head as a wing on his head covers some of his face*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

"...Do you not recognize me?"

There's something familiar about him. She knows it was someone like him she knew.

[stp-thevoices]

No. Although it seems like you recognize me. Or some version of me.

*He may not know her but she definitely knows him. Maybe this will actually be something*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

"I... I was trapped alone in that horrible basement until you came and freed me... and then..."

"This place didn't accept us. It made you hurt me again. But I burnt it down and now we're finally free to love eachother!"

And you don't love me.

[stp-thevoices]

*"Love" must mean in some alternate routes he was stuck with Smitten instead of Opportunities. He doubt he would've had any more fun, but maybe they would have had a decider that time.*

Are you sure it was the place? Maybe they just never loved you to begin with.

*He steps closer keeping a close eye on her reaction*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

She takes a step back, offended.

"What? No, there's no way-"

"I was never the part of him that loved you."

"But- No! They did love me! It's impossible otherwise!"

They would have let me kill them if they didn't love me. Please.

[stp-thevoices]

*He keeps walking forward. She's very insistent almost like someone else he knows*

Nothing's impossible.

I've seen them hurt people for less. Maybe they were just curious what would happen if they got your hopes up and then put them down.

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

"Don't say that! What we had was real it- It had to be!"

Who am I without them?

"You're just mad because your heart is cold as stone and will never know a love as great as ours!"

[stp-thevoices]

You'll get over it.

*He steps close enough for him to reach for the blade in their chest. He probably doesn't even have to raise his own blade to kill her.*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

"N0 I won't! I'll never forget it! It was real! I'll find my love again one day!"

[stp-thevoices]

*He doesn't bother repeating himself getting a firm grip on her blade locking eyes as he does.*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

"What are you doing?!"

She doesn't push him away.

[stp-thevoices]

*He doesn't answer only twisting the blade*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

Her face twist in pain and she puts her hand over his.

[stp-thevoices]

*He turns the blade some more unlocking their eyes to watch what he was doing. Seeing anything interesting is happening because of the ghost part.*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

The knife is barely moving, seeming stuck in her heart.

[stp-thevoices]

*He looks curiously trying to twist more but it was stuck.*

I guess that option has already been exhausted.

*He let's go of the blade but before she can even process he brings up the other hand with the ghost knife, and stabs right next to the other blade. He looks up at her face*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

She clenches her teeth. She never had problems with pain before. Perhaps it was the coldness of his behavior that hurt more.

She backs away from him, covering her wound with her hand, staring at him with eyes full of spite.

[stp-thevoices]

*The knife was pulled out when she moved away. There was a slight grin on his face by the clear spite on their face like he almost enjoyed whatever game this was.*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

She ran towards the kitchen, passing through him in a warm breeze.

[stp-thevoices]

*He looks down at himself realizing nothing happened once she pass through him. More fascinatingly she wasn't at all affected by being stabbed in the heart again. He turns the way she ran not giving any chase*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

She entered the fry kitchen and tried calming herself down. Ghostly blood was dripping down her chest.

[stp-thevoices]

*He quietly walks into the doorway(hallway? Entryway? Idk) watching her bleed on the floor, he wonders if she will die. Perhaps he spoke too soon. Feeling the slight amusement fade*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

She put her head between her knees, as her shoulders shook with sobs.

I thought we were free... but this place is just as awful, and I'm all alone.

I miss you... come back...

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

*Cold was walking around not really hiding himself, and the knife. Really he felt no need to what was she going to do anyway?*

Cold: Spectre where are you?...

*He said quietly, bored, mostly to himself, but then stopped seeing figure he's never seen before. Another ghost but it wasn't like her. They had a knife in their chest meaning no easy kill point. Suddenly this seemed much more interesting. Slightly hides the knife. He doesn't say anything only staring letting himself be in view*

@stp-thevoices

She turned around.

"Hello?"

My love? Did you come back for me?

[stp-thevoices]

*He didn't say anything for a second almost like they were trying examining them*

What princess are you?

*He tilts his head as a wing on his head covers some of his face*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

"...Do you not recognize me?"

There's something familiar about him. She knows it was someone like him she knew.

[stp-thevoices]

No. Although it seems like you recognize me. Or some version of me.

*He may not know her but she definitely knows him. Maybe this will actually be something*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

"I... I was trapped alone in that horrible basement until you came and freed me... and then..."

"This place didn't accept us. It made you hurt me again. But I burnt it down and now we're finally free to love eachother!"

And you don't love me.

[stp-thevoices]

*"Love" must mean in some alternate routes he was stuck with Smitten instead of Opportunities. He doubt he would've had any more fun, but maybe they would have had a decider that time.*

Are you sure it was the place? Maybe they just never loved you to begin with.

*He steps closer keeping a close eye on her reaction*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

She takes a step back, offended.

"What? No, there's no way-"

"I was never the part of him that loved you."

"But- No! They did love me! It's impossible otherwise!"

They would have let me kill them if they didn't love me. Please.

[stp-thevoices]

*He keeps walking forward. She's very insistent almost like someone else he knows*

Nothing's impossible.

I've seen them hurt people for less. Maybe they were just curious what would happen if they got your hopes up and then put them down.

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

"Don't say that! What we had was real it- It had to be!"

Who am I without them?

"You're just mad because your heart is cold as stone and will never know a love as great as ours!"

[stp-thevoices]

You'll get over it.

*He steps close enough for him to reach for the blade in their chest. He probably doesn't even have to raise his own blade to kill her.*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

"N0 I won't! I'll never forget it! It was real! I'll find my love again one day!"

[stp-thevoices]

*He doesn't bother repeating himself getting a firm grip on her blade locking eyes as he does.*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

"What are you doing?!"

She doesn't push him away.

[stp-thevoices]

*He doesn't answer only twisting the blade*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

Her face twist in pain and she puts her hand over his.

[stp-thevoices]

*He turns the blade some more unlocking their eyes to watch what he was doing. Seeing anything interesting is happening because of the ghost part.*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

The knife is barely moving, seeming stuck in her heart.

[stp-thevoices]

*He looks curiously trying to twist more but it was stuck.*

I guess that option has already been exhausted.

*He let's go of the blade but before she can even process he brings up the other hand with the ghost knife, and stabs right next to the other blade. He looks up at her face*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

She clenches her teeth. She never had problems with pain before. Perhaps it was the coldness of his behavior that hurt more.

She backs away from him, covering her wound with her hand, staring at him with eyes full of spite.

[stp-thevoices]

*The knife was pulled out when she moved away. There was a slight grin on his face by the clear spite on their face like he almost enjoyed whatever game this was.*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

She ran towards the kitchen, passing through him in a warm breeze.

[stp-thevoices]

*He looks down at himself realizing nothing happened once she pass through him. More fascinatingly she wasn't at all affected by being stabbed in the heart again. He turns the way she ran not giving any chase*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

She entered the fry kitchen and tried calming herself down. Ghostly blood was dripping down her chest.

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

*Cold was walking around not really hiding himself, and the knife. Really he felt no need to what was she going to do anyway?*

Cold: Spectre where are you?...

*He said quietly, bored, mostly to himself, but then stopped seeing figure he's never seen before. Another ghost but it wasn't like her. They had a knife in their chest meaning no easy kill point. Suddenly this seemed much more interesting. Slightly hides the knife. He doesn't say anything only staring letting himself be in view*

@stp-thevoices

She turned around.

"Hello?"

My love? Did you come back for me?

[stp-thevoices]

*He didn't say anything for a second almost like they were trying examining them*

What princess are you?

*He tilts his head as a wing on his head covers some of his face*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

"...Do you not recognize me?"

There's something familiar about him. She knows it was someone like him she knew.

[stp-thevoices]

No. Although it seems like you recognize me. Or some version of me.

*He may not know her but she definitely knows him. Maybe this will actually be something*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

"I... I was trapped alone in that horrible basement until you came and freed me... and then..."

"This place didn't accept us. It made you hurt me again. But I burnt it down and now we're finally free to love eachother!"

And you don't love me.

[stp-thevoices]

*"Love" must mean in some alternate routes he was stuck with Smitten instead of Opportunities. He doubt he would've had any more fun, but maybe they would have had a decider that time.*

Are you sure it was the place? Maybe they just never loved you to begin with.

*He steps closer keeping a close eye on her reaction*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

She takes a step back, offended.

"What? No, there's no way-"

"I was never the part of him that loved you."

"But- No! They did love me! It's impossible otherwise!"

They would have let me kill them if they didn't love me. Please.

[stp-thevoices]

*He keeps walking forward. She's very insistent almost like someone else he knows*

Nothing's impossible.

I've seen them hurt people for less. Maybe they were just curious what would happen if they got your hopes up and then put them down.

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

"Don't say that! What we had was real it- It had to be!"

Who am I without them?

"You're just mad because your heart is cold as stone and will never know a love as great as ours!"

[stp-thevoices]

You'll get over it.

*He steps close enough for him to reach for the blade in their chest. He probably doesn't even have to raise his own blade to kill her.*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

"N0 I won't! I'll never forget it! It was real! I'll find my love again one day!"

[stp-thevoices]

*He doesn't bother repeating himself getting a firm grip on her blade locking eyes as he does.*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

"What are you doing?!"

She doesn't push him away.

[stp-thevoices]

*He doesn't answer only twisting the blade*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

Her face twist in pain and she puts her hand over his.

[stp-thevoices]

*He turns the blade some more unlocking their eyes to watch what he was doing. Seeing anything interesting is happening because of the ghost part.*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

The knife is barely moving, seeming stuck in her heart.

[stp-thevoices]

*He looks curiously trying to twist more but it was stuck.*

I guess that option has already been exhausted.

*He let's go of the blade but before she can even process he brings up the other hand with the ghost knife, and stabs right next to the other blade. He looks up at her face*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

She clenches her teeth. She never had problems with pain before. Perhaps it was the coldness of his behavior that hurt more.

She backs away from him, covering her wound with her hand, staring at him with eyes full of spite.

[stp-thevoices]

*The knife was pulled out when she moved away. There was a slight grin on his face by the clear spite on their face like he almost enjoyed whatever game this was.*

[stp-minimum-wage-burned-grey]

She ran towards the kitchen, passing through him in a warm breeze.