#asktheplayer

[nymm-the-treehopper]

“Uhm, hi! I just wanted to talk to you again. Uh…”

“Someone gave me wine? They told me to share it with you… Are you okay with that?”

Bretta fidgets with a bottle cork.

—Signed, @bretta-the-not-so-damsel

Nymm smiles brightly, posture straightening. He seemed... genuinely delighted to see Bretta.

"I'm glad to see you again! I wanted to talk to you again, too. And, strangely enough, I was also given wine and instructed to share it with you," Nymm said, pulling out a bottle of wine that was... identical to the one Bretta was given.

[nymm-the-treehopper]

a nintendo switch is given

it has stardew valley on it

OOC: Chat, I've never played Stardew Valley, what do I do?

[nymm-the-treehopper]

Oh, you poor guy

Uhm

Here

Have a hot water bottle, a cup of cold cranberry juice, and a blanket

I feel your pain, I nearly die once every two months. Just got to wait it out, you're okay

Nymm sobbed, then sniffled, then slowly managed to get up from laying on his side. He sat on his rear, body shaking, as he accepted the gifts.

"N-N-Not sure what to do with these," He admitted, grunting through the pain. At least he was at a point between waves of pain right now... For now. "B-B-But thank you..."

He wrapped the blanket around himself and was about to drink the juice when another wave hit, and he half-crumpled, grip tightening on the cup.

"You," He started talking, weakly, "Go through this... every... two months?" He asked. "... How? W-Why?"

[nymm-the-treehopper]

As per usual, The Void’s bug form rises from the shadows.

Hello, Accordion-Bug.

We have not met but- OH DEAR GODS. WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR HAND.

The Void seems to be suppressing a gag.

"Mm? Some thing... smashed it... with a hammer..." Nymm said, softly. "A bug told me... I could fix it... If I Focus, my Soul... But I don't... I don't know how to do that... Could you... Could you teach me?"

[nymm-the-treehopper]

NO. NO NYMM GORE. NEW HAND.

*Nymm has a prosthetic hand until further notice*

Anakin Nymmwalker.

"What... What is this?" Nymm stared at the hand. "What do I do with it?" He was starting to feel woozy from the loss of hemolymph.

[nymm-the-treehopper]

@am-an-actual-worm

“D-don’t panic! I’m a doctor!”

"W... Wuhs that," Nymm asked woozily. He was still bleeding, though not quite as badly. "Eh... I've... I've got..." He huffed. "I've got band... banduhges... cand... cand put em on... Other hand no worky..." The other hand was not working because his body had decided that it didn't have hemolymph to spare for that hand.

[nymm-the-treehopper]

[Gives yoh headpats!]

[Many headpats!]

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"Oh! Thank you!" Nymm said. Then he... wondered how it would feel to get headpats from Bretta. He decided this was a strange thought.

[nymm-the-treehopper]

nymm please tell me

why the fuck does your accordion have legs

"... Because it was made from the shell of a dead bug," Nymm replied. "... Wait. That's... That's a new memory!!!""