#magdolin sweets

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The city is empty. It has been for over a year. The buildings had long since been damaged by the flood of thread that has since receded. The Bakery was lifeless, void of all colour, and the feeling of a primal hunger emanated from within. Out from the dark, crept a single threaded hand, pulling the creature through the door.

In the wake of this ruin, stood little Magdolin Sweets. Her outfit the only thing with vibrant colours in the entirety of the former kingdom. No birds sang as she awoke from her nap, however. There wasn’t any sound. No crickets. No din of the wind rustling through the leaves. She simply stood there, looking out to the sky.

“Hm. I wonder what everyone’s been up to during my nap.”

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huh it looks like willow doesnt have very nice things to say about you maybe you go pay her a visit again

Magdolin sat alone in a room full of hanging corpses, some of them greyfaces, others were not much more than skeletons. Her colourscheme had shifted dramatically. Miss Sweets was now monochromatic, and looking very unamused with her new guest. 

“Y̛̰̎̓o҉ủ̴̱̼̬̓ ͙͉̂̊ͯ̄͗̾͞g̈ͦ̍̾ͦr͂̍ḙ̪̈̆͑̿̂̊̐y̴̦͗̌̂̏ͧs͓̱̹͕̣̒ ̎ͭ̄ͨ͐r̪̝̠͔ͯ̉e̋̂̓̃͂a̢̝͖͎̰l̔̔͛̚͘ľ͇͍̩̟̻̼͚ͫ̋ͧ̍ͧ̕y̬̩ͯ ̹̥̻̮͔̤͛̉̾ǹ̩͚̳͎̺̿̒̋͞ee̸͉͔̜̱ͩͩ̓̎̈̎ͅd̰͙̮̍̄̈͒̄̓̓ ̨t̬̪͓͙̓̆ͫͤ̐o̟̗̼̤̰ͣ̇ͮ͊̍ ̜̦̑̅͐ͥl̜̠e͉̟̙̹͕̝̙a̴͑ͬ͒̋ͬ͋̆r̞ͫ̇͋͛̚n͎̆̓͒̒͋͂͡ ̳̺̭̬̗͉̪̓̇ͮy̷͈̭͈̭͔̿̏͛̈́o̴̮̟̹̽̓ŭ̯̚͢r̹̜̲̬̹ͩ͑̅̃ ͙̬́ͅp̹̯͚͙̠͓͊̌l̺̣̻͘a̢ͪ̾̇̊͋c̢̰̬̺̠̥̘̈̌̀e̶̱.̛̽͊ ͤͫ̑ͩͨ͂́Y̨͙̥̬̦̬͙͌̊o̤̙͖̻uͦ̊'̢̹̃̃͌̆ͦ̈́r̭͎̭͙̯͍̠͒́ͭͤͯ̆͢e̙̖̥̣͖͊ ͇̤̖ͥ͗ͧ̾̽ͅs͕͓͇̬̗͘ͅt̟̜̟̗͛͗ͤͧ͋ͩ̌͢a̸̟̻̯̪͕̬̲ͦ̅̓̚r̵͇̐ͤͨt̪̠͙͙̲͂̋̽́͘ì̩͔͇̟̲̫̜n͎͉̩͓̥̹̿̾̒͊g̚͏͇̹͇̦̝̖ ̹͙͓͐̏̐̏ͭͦț̞̣̳̬̄̎̏ò̴̭ ̸̓͐̃ͮͫͣp̴̜̙ͩ̈̊ͣͯ̃̎i͋ͬ͂̔ș͔̬̟̱̖̍̀s͌ͭ̐ͥ̑͗҉̜ ̨̼̙ͫ͛̽́ͤ̃͂u̦͖̣̹̣̭͞s͋̆҉̺̼̜͎̥̥ ̷̰̮̭͉ͤo̶̟̲̼̗̲̝̹̽͑̈̓̃̚f̖͚̫̦̣͞f̣̮̣̼ͣ.͎͓͑̒͑̌̃͞  ““Bͪ̄ͪ̓͊uͥ͆̈ͯ͛̆t ͗ͪ̓̈́ͬ̋̾Ì̆ ̈̋̽t̃ͤͫ̎̒h͋̽̍ī͆͐n̅̚k̏̏̑̓ͬ̂̿ ̓̉̋̎̓̐i͌tͪ'̀͐̽s̈́̂ͩ̾̊ͯͬ ͛r̃̔ǐ͐ͧ̄͑̇g͋̄ͯ̈́̐͑̚htͮ̌̒̈́̅,̀̋͊͑ ͌̿̓̚de͐ͣ͗̑ͣ̉̀a͒ͯrͧͮͦ́̚ ͪ̆̓ͩsisͦ̇̀̾ter.̉͛̆̑”“O̻h̝̫͕ ͇̥t̰̘̰̟̯̰h̠͔̭͔̬̠i̳̠͔̪̤̺̼s̯ ̣͇̞̩͈̼w̬̩̼͉ͅil̝̲̙̞̬͖ḻ̻̬̣̦̲̫ ̭no̯̤̼̳̤t͔̙ ̺̳̠͕̯̰͔ḍ̗͔̭o̯̜̫̩̪̰ ̝͉̰͖̩̺̯a̳͖̗̫̬̩̱t̥͍̘̘̫ ͈̮̝͈̥͖̪a͎̲͉͖̲̲̗ḻl͔͎̺̣͈.͖͇̼͚ ̰̲̮͕̬̳ͅI̥̭̭̙ ̝͉̰̳͇t͙̜̬̰̳h̙̖̬͇ͅͅi̜n͚̝̖͙k̭̳͕̬̟̝ ̞̱̙ṣ̙̦̩̣͇o̲̮͙̳̖̱̝m̩̞e͚̟̟̱ ̩̺̹̳͉͕vi̪̱s̗i̥̜̮̖̺̬t̠̳̦̳͔a̰̗̙̟̠̼t̬͍̩͈͕i͇͍̮͖̹͇o̮n̰̺̩̩̼͇ͅs̳̻̣͎̫ ͈͔a̘̫̜̤̭re̲͓̤̥̬̤ ͙̰͇̱̣̦̗i̼̫n̜̦͈͈̞͙͖ ̦̜or͍̼̼̗d͚̝e̝̣̗̝͖̘̫r͙̞.͕“  “S̡h̶̢͢a̷͡l̴l̕ ẃe̕ ̷̀èa͞t͡ ҉҉̶t̕h͢e̸̷̡m͝?“  “O̤ͫ́ͣḥ̸̔ ҉̹̥͉ͅͅy̖͔͎̺̯͟e̜̟̅͆̓s̷̈ͨ̈̋͒͋.̩̪̃ͨͦ͊ ̝̺̤̗̦̣̟E̷ͪ͐̅̎̑̚a͍̯͍ͩ̍͗̓̇ͭt̹͎̼̯̫̞̓ͤ͘ ͍̥̬̣̞͎̉̌̃t͕̥̥̭͚ͮ̆ĥ̞͎̜̰͈͖̮ͫ͒e̮̲̖̓ͩ͆̽̅͌m͔͔͎̰̀͐ͫ̑̆̊̿ͅ ̠̗̑w̤̪͖̄̍e̻̒̉ͫ̏ ̝͖͙̰̤͐ͣ̿̓m̹̟̭̣̙̯͒̀̓ǘ̆̆ͭ̈́͘s̃̀͗͋̓ť̺͎͕̰̹̈̓͐̒̽.̯̘͔̦ͬ ̡̲̰̳̞ͯẠ̟̹̽ṇ̤̳̖̩̖̥̔d͚͉̤̝͙̤́̉͆ͣ͞ ̝̤̳̀̇̾ͨ͘a̷͊̆f̙̂ͦ̄̿t͌ͮ̚e̦͖ͦ̒̊͒ͫ̓r͈͇̣͓̘̫̓̈́̚͟ẁ̪̭̗̃̃̋̓͑̍a͕͒̎ͥ̉͘r͉̳͉̮ͫ̀d̜̖̰̦ͥs̥͒͗̄,͙̣̞̪͗̄͆ ̺͌ͦͭn̯̖͛ô̪͐ͤt̜̜̖̱̲ͣ͆͢ ̓̅͊e̟̹̩̥v̟͕̲ͬ̐̓͌̓̎eͯͧͧͦ̄̚n̵̼̙͌ͭ ̬͓̙͕͉̺̼ͤ́R̝̗̼̹̠̕e̠̹͔̞̦̹͙p͓̘͎͍̾͂̀ͅr̓̕ȋ̪͑̊̈́͐͝s̗͚̗ͩ̅͋̅̓͘e̽ͥ̃ͥ ̼̘͕ͦ̚̚c͔̜̺̻̭a̘̤̣͗ͨ͑ͯ͛ͯn̝̘͓̈ ̮̱̣̤͈̽̑ͨ̏s̖̳̪̿̄̀ͪͤt̎̔͊͆o̞͑p̨ͨͤͤ̈́͗ ̯̗ͤͧ͛͜ͅu͈̠͈̯̱̼s̗̝̜ͥ̎ͥ͗ͯ͞ͅ.̧͔̞̳͒̈ͭͨͧ̇̚”

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" Magodlin correct?I have come to dema-, request, that you teach me of your strength. I have hear rumors that your are an incredibly powerful...whatever you are "

Magdolin sighs, running her fingers down the rope swing she used to enjoy so much. These past months seem to have flown by. She looks back at Perb.“History does seem to repeat itself. I can see the hopefulness in your eyes that I saw seven centuries ago. People are so naïve, and it doesn’t seem to be a trend that’s leaving. I’m not helping you.”

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so let's say that you could give any one thing to any one person. what would you give and who would you give it to? why?

Magdolin sits in a threaded tree. Her world has become thread, completely sealed in until Reprise says it’s okay. She watches as a green threaded leaf falls in the in nonexistent wind. “Understanding, to Iceking. I just want him to know I want to be his friend.”She pauses, her face immediately brightening, “A TREEHOUSE PARTY! TO DANICA! We could finally have our tea party and watch our movies, and have our pillow fights! And be like actual people! Not... nevermind...”

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Real monsters prey on real monsters. Is that why you're after Ice King?

In the darkness of the room, she wipes away her tears of a forgotten love, still seated in the fetal position. The horror of her memories has begun to leave her, yet the pain still stings. Even if it has been six hundred years.“I’m not a monster. You people keep calling me names. Sugar Terror. Monster. Freak. Demon. I’m Magdolin Sweets, I’m a baker. I run my cafe and try to make friends. My physique scares people, I know. I just want to be a normal, human girl. I’m tired of being hunted.”Reprise strides over to her physically younger counterpart. “It’s okay, dear. You’re safe now. No one will hurt you here.”

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"I just met you and already I wanna know what's in the food."

Magdolin waves her finger at the boy, tutting and shaking her head. "I'm sorry, sweety. No-can-do. Enjoy it as much as you like, stop by as much as you like, but you aren't allowed to find out what it is."

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Candy?

Her face brightens and her complexion becomes notably more pink. "You have any!?"