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[quillthemill]

The Cruelest Act Of New Year's.

-----------------ELEVEN FIFTY-FIVE, P.M.-------------------

Phosphora: So, boss. You ready for a new year?

Viridi: *yaaaaawn* I guess I am. I mean, it's not like it's going to wait for me, is it?

Phosphora: Heh. Good point.

------------MEANWHILE, DOWNSTAIRS AND OUTSIDE--------------

Pit: Darky, what're you even rigging up here?

Pittoo: Gigantic bass-heavy speaker system. *Pittoo plugs a radio into the speaker system.*

Pit: What purpose would this serve, exactly? We have the music and stuff set up inside.

Pittoo: This isn't for partying.

Pit: Then what's it for, Darky?

Pittoo: Just lemme tune this radio and set up this remote starter. Then you'll see once the new year's started.

Pit: Alright then...

-----------ALMOST BEFORE THE NEW YEAR BEGINS---------------

Mixed Cheering From Downstairs: 35... 34... 33... 32...

Phosphora: Don't you wanna go downstairs and join everybody else, boss?

Viridi: Not really. I'm too tired. You can go down though, Phossy.

Phosphora: Alright then. See you in the new year.

Viridi: You too.

Mixed Cheering From Downstairs: 5... 4... 3... 2... 1!

*Pittoo presses the on button on his remote starter. Bass-Heavy Christmas Music begins to play, seeping into Viridi's room.*

Viridi: [Internal Screaming.]

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Viridi: [VERY External Screaming.]

[quillthemill]

here have a chat mode because im feeling too lazy to write out an actual story tonight.

*christmas music comes from Pittoo's library.*

Viridi: PITTOO, IT IS THE MIDDLE OF MARCH!

Pittoo: Ok... and that means... what, exactly?

Viridi: Why are you listening to Christmas music?

Pittoo: If you allow going backwards, we're only three months away from Christmas.

Virdi: IT STILL ISN'T DECEMBER, PITTOO. THAT'S THE ONLY ACCEPTABLE TIME!

Pittoo: Wow, close-minded, much? Maybe if you broadened your musical horizons, we wouldn't be having such a problem with this.

Viridi: *stunned silence.*

Pittoo: *smartass grin intensifies.*

Viridi: Pittoo, I will make bees sting you to death from the inside of your body.

Pittoo: What? And miss out on my brownies?

Viridi: Dammit, Pittoo, well played.

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Woah jesus, a chat mode that DOESN'T involve Viridi in some fashion.

Palutena: *Staring at a rough sketch of a ghost taped to her bedroom wall.*

Palutena: Is this supposed to scare me or something?

*Pit sneaks up behind Palutena while she's busy staring at the drawing.*

Pit: ....... Boo.

Palutena: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

*Palutena leaps out the window.*

Pit: Well... that happened.

*Pit steals Palutena's cupcake and walks away.*

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A discussion about fetishes with a lightning elemental, a nature goddess and one specific angel.

Pittoo: Hey, Viridi? Phosphora?

Virdi: Hmmm?

Phosphora: Yeh, what is it?

Pittoo: What're your fetishes?

Viridi: !!!... Uhhhhhhmmmmmmm....

Phosphora: Well... D'you know that whole "tentacle rape" thing that they do in anime sometimes? I'd probably be down for that.

Viridi: !!!??? UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Phosphora: What is it, Viridi? Nervous we'll judge you or something?

Pittoo: Yeah, c'mon, Viridi. D'you got a fetish or not?

Viridi: *Hides her face in embarrassment.*

Phosphora: You want to shag plants, don't you?

Viridi: *muffled* Shut up, Phossy...

Pittoo: Yeah, she definitely wants to shag plants. That's her fetish.

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Uncomfortable Existential Ranting With An Angel and a Lightning Elemental.

Phosphora: *Approaches Pit on a balcony.* Yo, Pit. How's it hanging?

Pit: Oh, you know. Hanging out, wondering what the point of it all is, wondering what'd it be like to get ensnared by tendrils, that sort of thing.

Phosphora: Ummm... what was that second one?

Pit: Sometimes, Phosphora... I just don't get it. All it seems I do, day in, day out, is fight. Day after day, night after night. The repetition just gets to me. I mean, what's the point of even being me if all I do is fight like some kind of giant, immortal soldier ant?

Phosphora: Isn't the existential ranting more of something Darkster would do?

Pit: Mmmmm... Don't we all do it? *Removes two beer cans from his pockets.*

Phosphora: Seriously, dude? Canned beer? I thought you had more of a refined taste.

Pit: Hey, trashy drinks for trashy people.

Phosphora: Ehhh... I'll drink to that. *Cracks open the can and drinks it.*

Phosphora: This isn't even cold, bro...

Pit: Stop complaining.

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The World's Toughest Questions with an Angel and a Nature Goddess.

Pit: Hey, Viridi? I've got a question.

Viridi: Yeah? What is it, Pit?

Pit: If alcohol makes you feel full, and if smoking weed makes you feel hungry, will getting drunk and stoned at the same time cancel the effects out?

Viridi: Well Pit, I don't think it does. What getting drunk and high at the same time WILL do however, is impair your thinking so much that you won't notice that truck barreling directly towards you until it's too late. Your remains will most likely be attached to the truck until it stops moving, or until it takes a sharp turn, which will probably fling your limp body into a ravine, never to be seen again. Various woodland creatures will eat you, thus removing any bodily trace of your existence. You will eventually be forgotten, even by your closest friends.

Pit: Okay, I get it Viridi, I'll keep the beer in check, alright?

Viridi: One can a night Pit, got it?

Pit: Yes, Viridi...

Viridi: Good.

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Deep Thoughts with One Drunken and One Sober Angel.

Pit: Hey, Darky?

Pittoo: What up, Blanco?

Pit: What do ghosts do exactly?

Pittoo: They haunt and scare people, ya wide-eyed rube.

Pit: But... what're they gonna do after the apocalypse? Ya know... when there isn't any more peoples?

Pittoo: Hmmmmmm... Probably have the most intense LARPing session ever.

Pit: Yeahhh.... that makes sense.

[velvetporcelain]

tuesday

chat mode. i have forgotten

the love of spacing here.

seems so much personal when it looks like it is typed. Very concentrated and flowing.

it’s like watching a computer think.

why does anything I think even matter? Why do I have many things? What is it all for?

nothing.

please don’t let me be bored of life, I promise you that I am grateful for life— even though my actions may not show. i have no excuse in my abuse of life. Please excuse my human nature………….

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