May 25, 2015
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Timmy knows Slenderman!
Art by sassymod
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Timmy knows Slenderman!
Art by sassymod
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Send me “alt!” and I’ll introduce you to a character I’ve rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else!Character: timmy-the-spectre (OC)Fandom: OFF
The small ghost squeaked as he saw the other, quickly floating upwards, hopefully out of the others reach.
This guy was kinda scary looking, but he didn’t tell him that.
“Hi.”
( therapymadehimbetter )
(Drawing by always-full-count )
A small card appears on the table along with a small heart shaped piece of meat. 'happie Valentine'z day!' Signed, timy -timmy-the-spectre
How pleasant.[He carefully drops the meat into his inventory for now, the card carried upstairs to be gently pinned up with the rest of the documents and pictures given to him over the past two years.]
Being Social 101 [Closed w/ timmy-the-spectre]
The Elsen scratched his head. How does one interact with a ‘friend’? 974820 had never really been around others to know how it worked, nor did he know why he had the gall to ask someone to be his friend. He paced around a bit, unsure of what to do next. He took a deep breath and said to himself, “I’ll figure something out! I… I-I will. Yeah….” Then a little idea came to him, to help ease him when he saw his friend. He pretended that his friend was right in front of him and practiced saying, “I-I, hhh, heard you l-l-like c-co-coloring? I-is it f-f-f-fun? I… Only have used, erhm, pens.” Sweat rolled down 974820’s forehead, as he nervously twiddled with his fingers as the overwhelming feeling of worry washed over him. Does that even sound okay? Did he mess up somewhere? Maybe it was his terrible stutter that was more prominent when he tried to find the right words to say. Friends are nerve wracking things to think about.
974820 covered his face with his tie, inhaling the sugar dust that clung to it. It calmed him down somewhat. Yes, tomorrow he would finally work up courage to engage in a conversation with his friend.
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“H-h-hello…? A-are y-y-you there?” he quietly whispered, “It’s me, 974820.”
His knees shook as he fiddled with his tie, waiting in silence.
Today was sure to hold something interesting for 974820.
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