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@violems outs me and my voice acting skills; local bean behind the screen wants to cry happy tears.
more at eleven.
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★ - THIS JUST IN, PT 2 - ★
@violems outs me and my voice acting skills; local bean behind the screen wants to cry happy tears.
more at eleven.
@violems replied to your post:
WHO ARE YOU, WHAT ARE YOU AND WHY IS SANS PISSING ME OFF SO BADLY
“ I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS , SANS’ BROTHER ! I AM A MONSTER AS WELL , BUT YOU SAY I’M A TALKING SKELETON IF YOU WANT ! AND SANS ! WELL , SANS ... ”
“ WHAT DID SANS DO ? ”
violems replied to your post: ;; i was just noodling in photoshop to make myself...
he’s coming, boys n girls,
;; more! more!!
they got an egg, ralsei
❝ …. they got an egg ❞
@violems
something... has changed, drastically so. the day after the cleansing of the dark world everything had seemed to be peaceful, content, albeit strained after learning that his mother was seeing some nihilistic freak named sans ------- (what kind of fucking name was SANS anyway!?) nevertheless, kris had returned home and went about his day.
until about ten minutes after midnight. something had awoken within him ------- these feelings were indescribable ------- as he slid from bed and slouched to the middle of the dark room. his next action is fleetingly blissful ------- a hand thrusts itself deep, with almost inhuman strength, THROUGH his chest cavity, fingers clasping tight around the beating soul... and ripping the otherworldly essence from his physical form, throwing it into the rusted, crimson-soaked cage in the furthest corner.
the teen sunk to his knees, then, hands coated with gore and blood. he sits there for a while, amid the destruction, playing idly with the REAL KNIFE. there a soulless, sadistic smile stretching across his face as he rises to his feet sometime later, the blade glints off the early morning sun.
(i’m free... i’m free... I’M FREE... FREEFREEFREEFRE -------)
his mother is cut down soon thereafter, on his way out the door. as the front door slams behind him, his last glimpse of the goat monster was her horrified, tear-streaked face as she disintegrated into a pile of dust. any monster he saw along the way met a similar fate (some humans, surprisingly, tried to step in and stop him, but they too... while they weren’t KILLED... they were grievously injured). two blocks from the school, kris halts, staring up at the ornate building ------- feeling a sense of excitement flooding his veins at the prospect of the monsters waiting inside.
❝ run... run while you can... because you won’t see the light of day when i’m finished with you. ❞
&& @violems .:. one way ticket to angst city.
aaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
( clearly not )
violems replied to your post: violems replied to your post: ...
uuuugh, he kept saying these god awful puns and i TRIED to be nice, i DID, but nooooo, he kept INSISTING!
“Oh.
So, I guess you could say-” Lancer no
“He was very punsistant”
★ - THIS JUST IN - ★
me and @violems are officially twin blogs
if you’re following me, i’m gonna politely inquire that you pls give them a follow too!
p-pls... they’re a good person. 💕💕💕