vortigaunts are so cutes…
TRUE!
Their heads are quite... pettable? Yes quite pettable.
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vortigaunts are so cutes…
TRUE!
Their heads are quite... pettable? Yes quite pettable.
i…….had a song………but there are no lyrics to the disturbing………..audio. i……….do not know how…………to describe audio……….without unsettling lyrics…………..…… …..just a moment. just a moment.
i can wait! Always waiting, I am...not sure what fir. But waiting! Always. Thye say I have the patience of a Saint!
The young marine Recruit stood at attention behind the Rear Admiral. She had been instructed to give a rough report on a recent mission to her....however she wasn’t quite sure how to approach her. She took a deep breath and held out the folder “E-Excuse me, ma’am?” She finally spoke up.
The woman had been focusing on a few other recruits as they worked on setting sail. She was assisting them in tying off a few ropes, showing them proper knots to use, when a slightly unfamiliar voice came to her. Humming softly she stood up, looking towards the source of the voice she found a young short haired woman not that much shorter than her. After a moment recognition dawned on her and she gave her a warm smile. “Right! Recruit Caper yes? What seems to be the matter?”
I am Dread Master Raptus,The Weaver of Nightmares. Do not seek reason; you cannot comprehend. You will know true terror very soon...
He flopped back down at his desk, waited for the clients that wouldn't show. They didn't show, lately, they'd just disappeared, slowly, down to a trickle. Now, nothing. The knocking had been his mind playing tricks on him, and Sleuth knew it was a good idea to drink the water before attempting to answer the door. He sat and waited. He knew nothing would happen, at least not soon. So all he had to do was sit and listen to the clock ticking. It had been broken for a long time, thanks to Slick, but he'd finally gotten it up and working again, at least mostly. Now if only he could make his brain tick properly. He had ticks but no tocks, occasionally a tock that would drown out all the other ticks for a few seconds. He couldn't think straight, could barely see straight. Snooper groaned and rubbed his forehead, trying to concentrate, trying to solve the hardest case of his life. He knew he would fail. He would fail, and he would die, and life would go on, as life always did.
I-I... Don't have a name..... *tears were falling* who am I? I know I am alone...
"You don’t have a name? That’s horrible!" He frowned before giving the other a hug. “Don’t cry. You’re not alone…"
*looks at England with a sad look* I-I don't know... *tears fall* Who am I?
He blinked again. “I don’t know…? Do you have a name? That would help you know!"