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What does my muse think your soul is like? || @ask-the-springtrap-dbd
...Purple. Deep, vibrant purple. And itβs throbbing with a green, toxic glow. It flickers... viciously. Sharp, dagger wisps lash from its outtermost aura to cut the bodies of those around them, hungrily, indiscriminately, if though it were thirsting to draw blood just to stain the earth red.













