* heWWO FREN. LONG TIM NO SEA~~~ //The 'feline' appears to be... jittering?
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, YOU JITTERY SQUIRREL!”

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* heWWO FREN. LONG TIM NO SEA~~~ //The 'feline' appears to be... jittering?
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, YOU JITTERY SQUIRREL!”
...Oh what the 👉🕆👍😐 is happening? I’m reading multiple blaster reports???
See mew next fall (Closed Starter w/Ask-thecopycat)
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Samga was wandering through Snowdin. His stomach was growling, yet the hunger was drowned out by the sounds of howling snowstorm around him. He his green jacket was zipped up to cover him, attempting some semblance of warmth while he struggled to see beyond the large ears shielding his face and neck.
‘Where is it..?! Where’s Snowdin..?!’ The Rabbit thought, looking around for the path that was to lead him to town. With nothing resembling a path in front of him, he would proceed to walk straight until he either left Snowdin, bumped into a wall, or found the town.
As he trudged on through the storm, a step would find itself falling through air. With his weight already shifting on the forward foor, he tried to stop himself from falling forward, but wasn’t able to stop himself in time.
“HHUUAAHHH!!” He screams out as he falls, bouncing off a rocky floor, “DUUGHH!!” He yelps out as his body gave out a comedic squeak, “UUUGH!!” Another bounce and squeak, almost as if he were a chewtoy falling down a flight of stairs. At last he plops down at the bottom of the snow-covered cliff in a secluded sector of Snowdin’s forest.
He faceplanted into the snow, almost too embarrassed and sore to get himself back up, though his pride ached far more than his body. Unbeknownst to him, his squeaks were actually quite audible from the repeated falls...
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The cat had seemed to have gotten themselves lost. There was a rumor going around, something they had heard through the underground. The rumor being there was a spike in the amount of felines in the area. Particularly of the demon variety.
They were never near many of their own kind, but it wasn’t as if the black cat was part of the demon variety anymore either. One of these rumors were said this one particular bakeneko was in a small house away from other monsters. Suppose one should try and get to know others. There were a bunch of mixed rumors, so they aren’t sure if this one would be ready to attack or laugh...
Probably laugh, a tailless bakeneko is no threat to anyone, especially with their poor magic skills.
@ask-thecopycat
WELL Keno's on a Death mission to absorb both her other self and MC then ERASE herself along with them. BZ is trying to stop her, the other Chara 'Stitches' is helping by retrieving some kind of stone from the other younger Frisk that could possibly help stop MC.
Keno is doing what now?
SEEING THE DEMON CONTINUING TO BE AN ABSOLUTELY AWFUL EXCUSE FOR A SENTIENT BEING IS STILL SOMETHING THAT GRATES ON MY CONSCIOUSNESS.
BUT, NO MATTER HOW LONG IT’S CHAINED, NO MATTER WHOM SEALS IT AWAY, THERE WILL BE SOME ABSOLUTE 👉🕆👍😐🖐☠️👆 IDIOT WHO GOES ‘OH? POWER!? SIGN ME THE 👉🕆👍😐 UP!!!’
AND THEN WE’RE GOING TO BE HERE. MAYBE WE SHOULD MAKE A LITTLE BROCHURE ON HOW TO SEAL AN ✌️💧💧👇⚐🙁👈 OF A DEMON AWAY.
HONESTLY AT THIS POINT I’M FEELING LIKE EVEN IF/WHEN I DO SUCCEED, THAT THE REST OF MY UNNATURAL DAYS WILL BE SPENT FLIPPING THEM OFF AS THEY ATTEMPT TO TORMENT AND ‘PLAY GAMES’ WITH PEOPLE I KNOW AND CARE ABOUT.
HONESTLY. YOU NEED A BETTER HOBBY.
Enjoying your icecream D o c t o r ?~ It's been a while. How about we continue our game = )
Can I interest you in cards? Gin?Presidents or Hell? Or perhaps a gameof “Cheers to the Governor?”
Or, perhaps I could simply note thatjust about everyone in existence andnon-existence is more than likely betteroff not giving you the time of day.
Gaster is sipping at his drink. He’s moved to alcohol, seeing as he is solely to blame for granting his son’s murderer the ability to SAVE and LOAD in anger.
He just watched his son get a back- hand so hard he dusted, then was brought back so quickly his dust hadn’t even the chance to settle on the floor.
Gaster tips back his whiskey.