#interviews | asks

[yourangleoryuorbigshot-m]

How do you eat your pipis?

* Deep fried!

* And before you go making Accusations, PIPIS are very versatile! NOT ALL OF THEM HAVE CREATURES IN THEM!

* I only eat the EXPLOSIVE ones!

(...That's concerning for completely different reasons...)

[yourangleoryuorbigshot-m]

Could I give Spamton a hug? I feel like he needs one.. I know I do :c

"A [Hug]?" The [small puppet] looks up, [????] apparent on his face.

"WELL WHAT MAKES YOU [Thinking] I NEED [Hug]?? DO I [Look] THAT [Desperate?]" He's silent for [timeframe]. Does he want an [answer] to that? No, he already knows it. Of [course] he looks desperate, he is. [Alone on a friday night].

"I DON'T HAVE [A need for][Hugs] BUT IF YOU HAVE [Any spares] KROMER, I'D [Gladly] TAKE IT OFF YOU."

[yourangleoryuorbigshot-m]

you want tomse new fingernail weed sdfcx dfgs m, vds e a

"ARE YOU [Trying to sell me] DRUGS"

[yourangleoryuorbigshot-m]

*gives spammy a box of chocolates* :)

WHAT. What. [What]. Giving him something?? Just [Giving] it to him??? No. That couldn't be [Right]. He'll just [Ask].

"OK BUT H. HOW MUCH [Does it cost]. WHAT DO [You][You] WANT IN RRRRRRETURN???"

[yourangleoryuorbigshot-m]

✨ acid bath

No no no no no no no no-

This can't be happening it can't be-

Theyre dragging you along and no matter how much you struggle they're too strong you can't get out you cant get away this it it this iS IT-

Theyre talking, they're saying something, they're saying something to you, but you can't hear them you can't hear anything but your own thoughts and that damned static you can't-

They're taking you through the halls, no one is around why is no one around, please, please let there be someone please, please, your desperate prayers fall flat and no one comes, no one is going to save you-

You still can't hear anything but you can see it, that sickly green glow, and you know exactly where they've taken you, you know what they're going to do-

Its not until one of them punches you in the throat to get you to shut up that you realize you've been screaming.

They throw you to the floor. One of them grabs you by the back of your neck. You can't move. One of them grabs your jacket and tears it off, tossing it to the side.

Theyre talking again.

The one holding you walks up to the edge. Dangles you over horrible liquid.

He lets go.

EverythING IS PAIN.

You scream at the top of your lungs, scream for someone, anyone to help, it burns, it burns so much, then it gets into your mouth, in your throat, your lungs, burning everything it touches.

You can't see them anymore, you can't see anything, just bright, awful green-

And then black.

[yourangleoryuorbigshot-m]

✨

You thought you'd be happy, you really did. Realistically, you SHOULD be happy. You had everything you'd ever wanted- finally, people were recognizing your efforts, finally, people were noticing you! Even if it wasn't really... You, that managed it, in the end.

But standing there, looking over everything that needed to be done, you felt miserable. Even if you had the time to go out and have fun, what would be the point? Everyone left you.

And so you sat there, dark room only lit by the single lamp you had on your desk, pen in hand.

You really hope you'll feel something other than this awful emptiness soon.

[yourangleoryuorbigshot-m]

Byurgle... Is poking him with a stick. "You dead? Byurgle would prefer if you weren't!"

[yourangleoryuorbigshot-m]

"What makes someone a friend?" Theres a good ten second pause. "Wait, wait, hear Byurgle out! How does one do a friendship? He hears it requires gifts!"

* WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME THIS!?!? I HAVE NO [$#&@]ING IDEA!!!