Aug 17, 2017
Rick glanced at her, a perplexed expression on his face, “Uhhh, you alright?” This action wasn’t exactly what he expected, especially since she didn’t smell of alcohol, “Nobody really mis--urrppp--misses me.”
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Rick glanced at her, a perplexed expression on his face, “Uhhh, you alright?” This action wasn’t exactly what he expected, especially since she didn’t smell of alcohol, “Nobody really mis--urrppp--misses me.”
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"Rick!" Amelia is happy to see you! She runs at him and wraps her arms around him for a hug. [bionic-sights]
“Woah, wo–urrppp–woah, Amelia: give me a-a little more of a warning before you jump me next time!”
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@bionic-sights // CONT. X.
“ D-d-do you ask ALL alcoholics why they have a drinking problem ? “
☏ [YELLS BIONIC-SIGHTS]
send me ‘☏’ for a voicemail my muse would leave yours.
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“Am-amelia! Amelia! I-I got–urrppp–some fucking dope ass fucking news! Guess who got mothafuckin’ paid?! Get-get your Flurbos we’re going to BLITZ AND CHITZZZZZ! THEY HAVE A NEW VERS–RUPPP-VERSION OF ROY! I-I NEED TO GET THE HIGHEST SCORE ON-ON THAT GAME, AMELIA!”
[☠] @bionic-sights [☠]
“Finally found you. . .” Evil’s lips curled into a sneer, stepping up behind Amelia, “You’re harder to find than I thought Azelea. . .” His gaze was steady, haunting as he focused on her.
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For every ☠ in my inbox, my Muse will grow closer to having a complete breakdown. Each ☠ increases the percentage by 10%. At 100%…who knows what will happen?
It was almost like a physical snap, the sound almost could be heard like the breaking of a bone. This wasn’t bone. Oh no, it was something much worse than that… It was his mind. Shattered into pieces… broken and would take a long time to repair. Evil Rick stood still for a moment, his eyes void of emotion, dulling to an almost hazed over look. Empty… Unmoving… the phone fell from his hands, landing on the floor with the screen down. Only the words “I want to talk to you. . . either of you. . . please. . .” were displayed on the cracked screen, the recipients Poppet and Azalea, a small sent posted in the corner of the message. . . 120%
][ Incoming Text - From: Amelia [@bionic-sights] // hhey where jbird?? i havnt seen him in 4ever where u keepin him dog // w8 do u have a sex dungeon // R U KEEPING HIM IN A SEX DUNGEON RICKY // ][
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[Text] I’m not Poppet’s babysitter, he’s probably at home doing something with his Morty[Text] and WHY THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I HAVE A SEX DUNGEON?![Text] IT’S CALLED A TORTURE CHAMBER!