#artemisiapost

[oddballsandartifacts]

Hey have you guyth theen my mom and dad anywhere? My mom wath thuppothed to hang out with me but I think she got buthy at work tho can I hang out here? -Pre-teen!Cicero

Wh— …your mom is working? *floats down to his height, peering at him a bit kindly* Sure you can hang out here, after all it’s a museum. People hang out here all the time. Plus the exhibits are—

*sniffs, she’d know that smell anywhere woops*

…oh you have got to be kidding me. Cicero?

[oddballsandartifacts]

Casually grows moss graffiti in the shape of a dick on a random wall of the museum - Cicero

…

Oh Cicero I think I found your dick.

-CASUALLY SHOVES THE MOSS INTO HIS CROTCH WITH PSYCHIC ABILITY-

It’s a LOT smaller than I expected. I suppose I overestimated you. -shrugs like a lil shit-

[oddballsandartifacts]

how did you all die? (to all the ghosts)

…Hm… *ponders for a long while* … I am afraid I cannot tell you very much; for I do not remember my death, nor my life, in the least.

I don’t remember much at all… though I reckon it involved some form of torture, since what I do remember is chock full of darkness and pain… *shrugs* Not much to go on, I know.

I was… brutally murdered after being wrongly accused of a crime… I died slowly… half-drowning in my own blood… whilst wrapped in a sack. *quietly lowers his eyes, thinking of his past pains him*