#asktheimmoralsupportgroup

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Uh, hello? Hi? Where the hell am I?☮️

Veteran Dude looks up from the morning newspaper he picked up at the convenience store while buying a new pack of cigarettes. His eyes narrow with cynical paranoia as he subtly shifts in his white plastic chair, carefully examining the unfamiliar man. Once he closes the paper and places it on his lap, he runs his fingers through his sandy-ginger locks and crosses his arms.

"Hey there! You're in the desolate outskirts of crapland Paradise!" he replies with optimistic sarcasm, flashing a delicate smirk to seem more friendly.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Hallo? I am looking for scary monster man? Friend Otis say he is both fearsome and amazing. I must see for myself! ⭐️

Riktor is met with an unnervingly odd silence as the vacant trailer home shows no signs of visible life. Suddenly, bone-chillingly cold fingertips trace along his muscular arm in an almost admiring manner.

"A friend of Otis? The charming lecher? Oh, how I long to reveal my true self, but my current power denies me such vile pleasure for now," a sardonic, edgy voice croons from behind the tall man, its presence faintly carrying the smell of rotting fish and medicinal herbs.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Hey, Tobias, youre pretty cool. I like your hair. 💥

"Damn, I must be popular if all these folks are calling out my name! Anyways, thank you for the ego booster! You're pretty good-looking yourself," Veteran Dude responds, his words dripping with breezy charm as he flashes a mischievous, cocksure smirk while safely stowing his balisong in his coat pocket.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

Hi. You uh. Seem interesting. ⚫️

"Umm… H-Hey. Do you need something?" Veteran Dude asks with a cynical glibness, trying to project the sanity and happiness he's seen in countless strangers throughout his life.

He takes a long drag from his cigarette, concentrating on how the nicotine courses through his system, easing some of his nervous suspicion.

[anotherdelusionbegins]

HI! DO [you] HAVE A MINUTE TO [push-to-talk] ABOUT OUR [[HEAVEN]] AND [DEALS], [Car's extended warranty]????☎️

Veteran Dude hears the whacky, advertisement-centric language and turns around to examine the puppet-like salesman behind him, his face scrunched up in inquisitive confusion.

"Uhhh, hello I fucking guess… It won't hurt to take a break from hunting down a really awesome gig and… convene with you…" he reluctantly utters, taking a slight step back out of cynical hypervigilance.