#child!angsty

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{ @yunloveless }

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"The Man of the Music" { @askaliceangxl }

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“Erm, what’s your terms of protection?”

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Imma just put this here and-*Dives into a dumpster*

- @sonamytocool ~~~~~~~~~ {Reply : Mun} Thank youuuuuuu I love the concept of it so much. Get out of the dumpster, I haven't thrown any food in there.

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- @asksomecolouredink

~~~~~~ {Reply : Young Nathan} “Aw brother don’t cry! Are you feeling down? Want me to heat up some soup for you? Soya bean said that soup can make people happy. Don’t worry, I won’t burn myself, I’m a big boy! ”

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{Child Arc will begin, this arc will end when Angsty’s childhood have been revealed or when it have reached 10 asks, based on how it goes, go ahead and ask kid Nathan}

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Random Flashbacks (1)

[Pain. It shot through my left arm and twisted to the back of my shoulder blades, the jarring sound of cracking ringing in my ears. I couldn’t do anything. They were too loud. The ever so familiar shadow loomes over me, yellow wolf like eyes shinning through the menacing smile smeared across her decade old face]

“WHO ELSE WANTS TO SEE ME CRUSH THE WEAK INKLING?!”

[Cheering. Ever so loud. I have never had a week without this torture. Why can’t I just be like the rest? Being an substance demon, please mind my language, sucks. No one likes me. I don’t know why. I helped them with homework, carry them when they’re injured to the sick bay and comforted them when they’re sad. Why are they doing this me? I don’t even have enough time to think about it ,the dreaded girl jammed her long nails into my neck. Everyone “oohed” at the slicky sound of inky flesh getting ripped into two.]

“Haven’t you heard that Nice Guys finish last? Awww poor Nysrogh, if you ain’t going to toughen up you’re nothing but fresh demonic meat for my knuckles to nails~”

[My eyesight deteriorated over time. All I could see and feel was her bending over me , floating clawlike nailed hands supported by her wings-no ,my wings, the ones she stole and is now using as arms, to tear out my gullet]

[The next thing I knew was that I was in the bathroom. Not the sick bay, as expected since no one would help me there. The sight in the mirror got worse and worse everytime I looked into it. My neck was no longer a part of my being. She took it as well]

One day I’ll be tough. Strong. So scary. Maybe then she’ll like me and stop killing me piece by piece. And I can get friends. One day