#the-printers-jammed

[fanonskeletonstuff]

rp mistake 1: PJ ate a taco

he eats your art supplies

he consumes your art supplies--

*FINDS PJ’S FULL BIO* I HAVE BEEN LIFTED

[euphemia-the-npc-blog]

Flashback

It had been a week. An entire week since her world had been destroyed and she had been stranded out here in the empty between-space. It seemed like an eternity.

Of course, Euphie had been able to find shelter in the other universes scattered around; the Innkeepers usually let her work odd jobs for a night in a room. She was even starting to know her way around the multivoid, finding certain worlds without markers. But she still felt displaced. This void space was just so oppressively empty, and as nice as the people in other worlds were - they were strangers.

Now she found herself, as she had every day for the last week, wandering back toward the pile of rubble that used to be her world. Her soul was filled with the same conflicting feelings as they were every time. Seeing the broken painting on the ground was heart-shattering, no matter how often she looked at it, and yet she still clung to the impossible hope that, this time, it would be fixed.

Her eyes strained against the white space as she approached the spot, trying to pick out the painting on the invisible wall, feeling the anxious turmoil in her soul. She stopped. The wall was blank. Her soul sank. Of course it was.

But, just as soon as she thought of turning around, she caught something in the corner of her eye. Something was different this time.

Someone was there.

[siren-hatane]

Two of her kids have forgotten who she is.

Fresh has probably gotten himself in trouble again.

Her world is still falling to pieces.

Wrenne sits down on a stump with her head in her hands. It was times like this she almost wished she drank...

[askinfresh]

((Sorry bout the submission.. ask wasn’t working -_-)) “…it hurts.”

@the-printers-jammed

// My muse is being held hostage and is being experimented on. Send me “What have they done to you?” for my muse’s response to yours finding them shackled and chained in a small room.

Send “..It hurts” for our muses roles to be switches //

“...PJ?” Fresh stepped into the dark room after recognizing his brother’s voice. Summoning up a few small bones in the ground allowed for some light and he couldn’t help but gape at the sight in front of him. “H-holy funk PJ what did they do to you?” 

Running over he reached his hands out but quickly retracted them, knowing PJ didnt like contact and also not knowing if the contact would hurt him. What on earth was going on? Why was his brother chained to a wall and why hadnt he escaped yet? Had they done something to him to make him unable to flee? Oh when he found out who had done this...there would be blood. “Bro can you hear me? Its Fresh.”

[siren-hatane]

“If you all don’t stop harassing my son, there WILL be punishment.”

[siren-hatane]

“...

Just once, I’d like a day where I didn’t have to intervene in an emotional unraveling.”

[siren-hatane]

“Everyone leave my children alone!”

[spraycray]

Paper was just doing his usual 'job' - checking up on the different universes that he can find - when he noticed something unusual in the antivoid. There was a kid...or looked like one... in the distance. It's rare to have another being in the antivoid that is that young - did they get lost? "Um...hey? Kid?" He yelled out confusingly to the other, keeping his distance. "Uh... are you lost? Did you get disconnected from your universe? God no that's not how to say that..."

Cray turned quickly to the stranger. “Papa?” Cray looked harder and the stranger and slowly realizing that he was not his papa.

“Yolo!” Cray walked over to the stranger. “I’m Cray! You look like Papa!” Cray smiled innocently at him. “But you’re so small.” Cray said as he patted his head with much more ease than he would his own papa.