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One of the worst things about kinning Pin is that I keep randomly what it felt like to have no limbs and/or face. That might also be why im so clumsy ^^"
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One of the worst things about kinning Pin is that I keep randomly what it felt like to have no limbs and/or face. That might also be why im so clumsy ^^"
-Pin 📌❤️
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a $20 for Your Thoughts: Entry 5.
The squeal of the brakes of Vesper’s shitty-ass 2002 Ford Focus echoed into the Waffle House itself as they pulled into the parking lot. They sighed as they leaned forward to rest their forehead on the steering wheel as they muttered, “It’s only six hours, then you can go home. What are the chances of those damn freaks showing up anyways? It’ll be fine.” They took a moment more before getting out of their car and kicking the door closed to make sure it stayed, then locked the door. Vesper ran their fingers through their dyed blue hair, feeling the ends of it settle against their neck. They pulled open the front door, preparing for Baylen’s frustration at their tardiness. He had his arms crossed and just pointed to the table he had already seated for them. They nodded, “Sorry, my car wouldn’t fuckin’ start.” “...right.” He rolled his eyes in response and just headed into the back. Vesper went to put on their apron before heading out to the table where two people were seated. One of the two was a taller man, dressed in all black including his gloves. The only colored parts of his entire outfit were the blue medical mask and the blue mirrored sunglasses he was wearing to obscure his face. The hood of his jacket was pulled up to cast a shadow over his face as well, adding to his anonymity. The other person was a stark contrast to him; a young woman dressed in a neon purple and black striped long-sleeve shirt with a graphic tee layered over it, a purple ruffled skirt, ripped fishnets, and converse. Her hair was cut into a classic 2000s scene shag, complete with streaks of neon purple and raccoon tails. Vesper was completely unphased as they looked at the pair and started their spiel in an exhausted monotone, “Hi, welcome to Waffle House. My name is Vesper, I’ll be your server today. Can I start you off with some drinks?”
“Shirley temple.” The woman stated as she looked Vesper up and down. They could tell they were being judged for their choice of outfit; black cargo pants and a graphic t-shirt so faded that it was entirely illegible. “And a chocolate chip waffle, but I don’t wanna have to wait 10 years, grandma.” Vesper took a deep breath to avoid cussing her out, “Right away. What can I get for you, sir?” They asked as they turned towards the man. He just remained silent, simply pointing to the black coffee, then the cheesesteak omelet. They nodded and wrote both orders down, “I’ll be right out with the drinks.” They made their way to the back to give Alex the orders and fetch the drinks, pausing in front of the walk-in. “What…?” Their question died on their tongue as they stared at the bullet holes and gashes throughout the metal. Baylen didn’t even respond to them, too focused on repairing the damage that she’d clearly caused. “Baylen? What the hell happened here?” “Wombat got in.” He replied simply as he continued to work on the repairs.
“Oooookay...” They went to give Alex the food and drink orders, pouring the black coffee themself to help. “It’s the scene chick and the creep that hides his face and barely speaks.”
The cook just nodded and said, “Food’ll be done in about 20.” Vesper nodded and took the drinks out to the two customers, “Alright, black coffee and Shirley Temple,” they told the two as they set them down in front of each of them. The man kept his silence and lifted the medical mask just enough to expose his mouth and take a sip of the coffee. His skin was a deathly gray, and as he opened his mouth, Vesper could see a row of razor-sharp teeth for just a moment before his lips closed over the edge of the mug.
“How long ‘til the food’s ready?” The scene girl asked as she used her tongue to guide the straw to her mouth.
“The chef said it’ll be about 20 minutes,” Vesper replied as they shifted on their feet a little.
“‘Kay.” She replied before turning back towards the man. Vesper nodded as they walked off to start cleaning empty tables while they waited for the food. Once it was ready, they brought it out to the two, getting a smile from the woman. When the two eventually finished their meal and left, Vesper found a $20 tip on the table for them. “Huh, I wasn’t expecting that. Guess they’re not that bad.” They muttered as they started cleaning up the table.
The rest of their shift went by quietly, until the last 30 minutes. Vesper had gone to the back to help Alex finish up when their head suddenly started throbbing with pain. A splitting headache appeared behind their eyes as static started to haze around the edges of their vision. They scrambled towards the sink and braced themself on the edge of it before throwing up into it.
“You’re going home. Now,” Baylen told them as he approached. “Leave your car, it’ll be fine. I’ll clean this up, Alex start closing up, we’re just calling it here.”
Vesper slowly sank to the floor as they clutched their skull, trying to will the sudden migraine to disappear as the other two finished everything up for the night.
hold me at gunpoint to draw them interacting more, or just drawing in general
Doyle!! Why are you so cute?!
Doyle: “Abweh bweh bweh!”
Confused Football Player's Search History
whats a packer whats a packer -shipping whats a packer -shipping -football whats a packer gay how to erase the last sixty seconds of memory diseases that make your penis fall off how to unsee things how to ask your teammate why he has a fake dick why did my teammate point over my shoulder at nothing and run away when I asked about his fake dick
HEY QUESTION FOR ANY OSC HOSTS, DO ANY OF YOU REMEMBER A HOST HOUSE??? I KNOW LIKE THREE OTHERS THAT REMEMBER THE SAME EXACT PLACE AND ITS WEIRD... IT WAS LIKE IKEA SIZED AND HAD MULTIPLE FLOORS AND THERE WAS ROOMS FOR HOSTS TO STAY THE NIGHT. THE OUTSIDE WAS A DEEP, KINDA DULL, ROYAL BLUE AND IT WAS ON A FLOATING ISLAND AND THE SKY WAS LIKE SPACE OR SMTH??? THE MAIN ROOM HAS A BLUE CARPET AND THOSE WEIRD OFF-WHITE CREAMISH WALLS
IT WAS REALLY CHAOTIC SOMETIMES TOO (A LOT OF US HAD RANDOM BEEF WITH EACHOTHER (ex: me and that one that kept getting in thaT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE THERE)
ALSO THE CUPS WERE PRETTY MUCH THOSE PLASTIC RED ONES- YOU KNOW THE ONES.
-A Clock Fictionkin ⏰🦗
object show hosts come answer this!!! that's really interesting tho ngl
OUHWHW,, OH!! HI!! UM :) /POS
yeah!!! reading thar made me kinda happy yeah!!
uhmhmh i'm not sure how to reach out to youu exactly? maybe just reblog this and you can delete it after i dm,, 👉👈
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yippeee connections being made 😁😁
Okay first of all shout-out to all the fictionfolk selfshippers out there cuz like me too
Personally I feel silly abt it(/not neg), just bc it's like:
Omg!!! Printer ab is married to... Printer ab...! What!!!
Like ig that's self love??? Maybe???? Idk
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