☆ Dancer

woo ur back bro

[tennisballdancer]

İnside a makeshift cabin, which seemed to be mostly empty; İt mostly kept old photograph's and pictures of old, ripped out faces. A Tennis Ball is in one of the rooms, they seemed to be stressed.

“Mm..” The Tennis Ball uttered, pouring a small cup of tea. They seemed to be talking to themselves.

“Honestly i don't.. get the deal about them, He's acting irrational- But he always does that. Everytime i go to Him it's nothing but complaints!” They scoff. Rolling their eyes as they drink out the cup,

“...Them, T- They're. Nothing more than a distant memory. Not like He cares.”

-

NAME: "Orion."

PRONOUNS: "They/Them. ... Id prefer if you used my Name."

SEXUALITY: "Why, is it that important?"

[tennisballdancer]

While the birds wail, the sky watches, and the grass lives, Orion stands tiredly. Their head spinning as they attempt to breathe.

They clutch their cane, a growing pain rests in their joints.

They're GOING to pass out right? Why did they even decide to go out today? The weather isnt that good anyway.

Orion hides behind a big tree, the one whos branches hadn't been young in centuries. Holding no one will see them tonight.

// @idoltennisball ugghh this sounds horrible brah.. dies

[idoltennisball]

The Idol walks out of The House, a seemingly endless tiredness in xer head.

"I don't care what cassius said.."

He groaned.

"taking a walk isnt going to help Me."

Xey scoff. Ignoring the gorgeous scenery around xem. Trees and flowers alike, all ignored by The Idol.

It's Just Plants.

But It's Gorgeous!

It's Not.

The Idol heard something, as if a creature were spying on xem. It better not be those weird.. I forgot what they were called. Sorry Adonis. But you get the point, He feels like He's being watched..

[tennisballdancer]

My Turn!!! ~ ☆

When Did You Get So Cheerful?

I Like Orion.

They feel like their chest is closing in. The dizziness is gone, yes, but the pain remains. And it hurts. Alot. yikes............. BUT They are creating alot of noise.

Not screams of agonizing pain. Just.. The sound of grass being stepped on, and various bugs being crushed.

They can hear someone walking over. Shit. That's the LAST thing they wanted!

"...?"

[tennisballdancer]

While the birds wail, the sky watches, and the grass lives, Orion stands tiredly. Their head spinning as they attempt to breathe.

They clutch their cane, a growing pain rests in their joints.

They're GOING to pass out right? Why did they even decide to go out today? The weather isnt that good anyway.

Orion hides behind a big tree, the one whos branches hadn't been young in centuries. Holding no one will see them tonight.

// @idoltennisball ugghh this sounds horrible brah.. dies

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

"Ngh.." They uttered. Leaning on the wall of The House.

"What A Bother." They twirled their cane in their hand. They looked up at the sky, it was blocked by the trees. But, it was hard to see even without the trees.

Maybe they should go inside. A new home would be better for them anyways.

- @tennisballdancer

What’s a bother? This place isn’t that bad, is it?

The ghost appeared out of seemingly nowhere, looking up at the stranger. Hm. Actually, she doesn’t like that. The ghost floated a few feet in the air, looking down at them. Now she’s the one blocking the sky.

[tennisballdancer]

"?!" They stumbled in shock. Hardening their grip on their cane. Orion adjusted their glasses to look up at The Ghost.

They stood in silence. Watching The Ghost.

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

She looked at them in disappointment and sighed.

Ignore me or stare, choose one. But both are very impolite.

The ghost didn’t wait for a response, and impulsively took the glasses off their face, switching it with hers.

Wow! I can’t see shit with these! Awesome!

She leaned back on? air ? itself ? hello?

Ignoring that, what’s your name? :]

[tennisballdancer]

"Uuhm-" They attempted to speak up- Beforr The Ghost had taken their glasses.

"Hey- Give Those Back!" They shouted. Trying to grab it. Well, they could see without it. It's just.. Very blurry. Too blurry.

"I- I'm Not Telling You My Name- Unless You Give Those Back."

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

Hmmm, how about no!

The ghost giggled, despite being blinded herself.

Let’s try the other way around. Tell me your name, and you get the glasses back!

[tennisballdancer]

They grunted as their hand was still up in the air trying to grab the glasses.

"I Am Orion. NOW Can I Get My Glasses Back?"

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

Ooo! Pretty!

The ghost took Orion’s glasses off her face and handed them back to their original owner. Or she would’ve if she didn’t drop them immediately.

Shit— Its fine! They didn’t break.

She’s lying. For now, that is.

Can you uh, give me mines back and close your eyes for a second?

[tennisballdancer]

"Fine-" They scoff. Giving The Ghost's glasses back. They just wanted to relax. But revivalment holds no comfortable moments! None at all till death strikes!

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

She clumsily put her glasses back on.

…Please don’t look.

The ghost exited the vessel, and it fell lifelessly onto the ground. A green light flickered around the glasses a few times, before they returned to a perfect state. She entered the vessel once more and handed the glasses to them, not bothering to float again. A small trail of blood came from her mouth.

And here ya go! Not a -ack- scratch!

[tennisballdancer]

Orion's eyes were perfectly closed, not a slight peek seeping through.

"...Are You Alright?" They reply, eventually looking at The Ghost.

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

Yup! Aces!

She attempted to pet the dancer’s head, however was far too short to reach up there, and floated once again to do so.

And how about you, love?

[tennisballdancer]

The Dancer mumbled in embarrassment..

"I'm- Fine. Perfectly fine."

...Wow. theres blood. Neat!

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

Glad to hear.

The ghost smirked upon seeing their face, resisting the urge to laugh.

Noow, what’s a peach like you doing in a place like this? You should— go…in. Uhm.

She seemed to only now notice the blood and wiped it with a handkerchief, mildly annoyed. Not that the feeling would ever last.

Ahem, pardon my indecency, dear.

…Well. Apparently she wants to be a charmer now. The ghost took a courteous bow.

[tennisballdancer]

"..." The Dancer looked at the amount of blood. "Doesn't Seem That Bad Compared To Mine." They utter under their breath.

"..To Answer Your Original Question; I Just Wanted A Breath Of Fresh Air. That's All."

Lies. There's something going on, isn't there?

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

The ghost tilted her head in confusion.

“Are you hurt too? Do you need any help? I can heal you.”

She’ll take the dancer back inside…soon.

[tennisballdancer]

The Dancer looked at The Ghost, before adjusting their glasses.

...Well it's not like the glasses fixed much. They're practically an accessory at this point.

"I'm Not Hurt That Badly." They spoke. "Just A Small Wound. But It'll Heal By Itself." It always does.

Well, Orion couldn't see their own wound, but they felt it. It was similar to a small scratch. Like one you'd get from picking berries from thorny bushes. It was on their hand, the one that did not hold their cane.

[tennisballdancer]

boo did i scare you

anyways yeah heres dancer. Ok i go now

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

"Ngh.." They uttered. Leaning on the wall of The House.

"What A Bother." They twirled their cane in their hand. They looked up at the sky, it was blocked by the trees. But, it was hard to see even without the trees.

Maybe they should go inside. A new home would be better for them anyways.

- @tennisballdancer

What’s a bother? This place isn’t that bad, is it?

The ghost appeared out of seemingly nowhere, looking up at the stranger. Hm. Actually, she doesn’t like that. The ghost floated a few feet in the air, looking down at them. Now she’s the one blocking the sky.

[tennisballdancer]

"?!" They stumbled in shock. Hardening their grip on their cane. Orion adjusted their glasses to look up at The Ghost.

They stood in silence. Watching The Ghost.

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

She looked at them in disappointment and sighed.

Ignore me or stare, choose one. But both are very impolite.

The ghost didn’t wait for a response, and impulsively took the glasses off their face, switching it with hers.

Wow! I can’t see shit with these! Awesome!

She leaned back on? air ? itself ? hello?

Ignoring that, what’s your name? :]

[tennisballdancer]

"Uuhm-" They attempted to speak up- Beforr The Ghost had taken their glasses.

"Hey- Give Those Back!" They shouted. Trying to grab it. Well, they could see without it. It's just.. Very blurry. Too blurry.

"I- I'm Not Telling You My Name- Unless You Give Those Back."

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

Hmmm, how about no!

The ghost giggled, despite being blinded herself.

Let’s try the other way around. Tell me your name, and you get the glasses back!

[tennisballdancer]

They grunted as their hand was still up in the air trying to grab the glasses.

"I Am Orion. NOW Can I Get My Glasses Back?"

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

Ooo! Pretty!

The ghost took Orion’s glasses off her face and handed them back to their original owner. Or she would’ve if she didn’t drop them immediately.

Shit— Its fine! They didn’t break.

She’s lying. For now, that is.

Can you uh, give me mines back and close your eyes for a second?

[tennisballdancer]

"Fine-" They scoff. Giving The Ghost's glasses back. They just wanted to relax. But revivalment holds no comfortable moments! None at all till death strikes!

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

She clumsily put her glasses back on.

…Please don’t look.

The ghost exited the vessel, and it fell lifelessly onto the ground. A green light flickered around the glasses a few times, before they returned to a perfect state. She entered the vessel once more and handed the glasses to them, not bothering to float again. A small trail of blood came from her mouth.

And here ya go! Not a -ack- scratch!

[tennisballdancer]

Orion's eyes were perfectly closed, not a slight peek seeping through.

"...Are You Alright?" They reply, eventually looking at The Ghost.

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

Yup! Aces!

She attempted to pet the dancer’s head, however was far too short to reach up there, and floated once again to do so.

And how about you, love?

[tennisballdancer]

The Dancer mumbled in embarrassment..

"I'm- Fine. Perfectly fine."

...Wow. theres blood. Neat!

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

Glad to hear.

The ghost smirked upon seeing their face, resisting the urge to laugh.

Noow, what’s a peach like you doing in a place like this? You should— go…in. Uhm.

She seemed to only now notice the blood and wiped it with a handkerchief, mildly annoyed. Not that the feeling would ever last.

Ahem, pardon my indecency, dear.

…Well. Apparently she wants to be a charmer now. The ghost took a courteous bow.

[tennisballdancer]

"..." The Dancer looked at the amount of blood. "Doesn't Seem That Bad Compared To Mine." They utter under their breath.

"..To Answer Your Original Question; I Just Wanted A Breath Of Fresh Air. That's All."

Lies. There's something going on, isn't there?

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

"Ngh.." They uttered. Leaning on the wall of The House.

"What A Bother." They twirled their cane in their hand. They looked up at the sky, it was blocked by the trees. But, it was hard to see even without the trees.

Maybe they should go inside. A new home would be better for them anyways.

- @tennisballdancer

What’s a bother? This place isn’t that bad, is it?

The ghost appeared out of seemingly nowhere, looking up at the stranger. Hm. Actually, she doesn’t like that. The ghost floated a few feet in the air, looking down at them. Now she’s the one blocking the sky.

[tennisballdancer]

"?!" They stumbled in shock. Hardening their grip on their cane. Orion adjusted their glasses to look up at The Ghost.

They stood in silence. Watching The Ghost.

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

She looked at them in disappointment and sighed.

Ignore me or stare, choose one. But both are very impolite.

The ghost didn’t wait for a response, and impulsively took the glasses off their face, switching it with hers.

Wow! I can’t see shit with these! Awesome!

She leaned back on? air ? itself ? hello?

Ignoring that, what’s your name? :]

[tennisballdancer]

"Uuhm-" They attempted to speak up- Beforr The Ghost had taken their glasses.

"Hey- Give Those Back!" They shouted. Trying to grab it. Well, they could see without it. It's just.. Very blurry. Too blurry.

"I- I'm Not Telling You My Name- Unless You Give Those Back."

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

Hmmm, how about no!

The ghost giggled, despite being blinded herself.

Let’s try the other way around. Tell me your name, and you get the glasses back!

[tennisballdancer]

They grunted as their hand was still up in the air trying to grab the glasses.

"I Am Orion. NOW Can I Get My Glasses Back?"

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

Ooo! Pretty!

The ghost took Orion’s glasses off her face and handed them back to their original owner. Or she would’ve if she didn’t drop them immediately.

Shit— Its fine! They didn’t break.

She’s lying. For now, that is.

Can you uh, give me mines back and close your eyes for a second?

[tennisballdancer]

"Fine-" They scoff. Giving The Ghost's glasses back. They just wanted to relax. But revivalment holds no comfortable moments! None at all till death strikes!

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

She clumsily put her glasses back on.

…Please don’t look.

The ghost exited the vessel, and it fell lifelessly onto the ground. A green light flickered around the glasses a few times, before they returned to a perfect state. She entered the vessel once more and handed the glasses to them, not bothering to float again. A small trail of blood came from her mouth.

And here ya go! Not a -ack- scratch!

[tennisballdancer]

Orion's eyes were perfectly closed, not a slight peek seeping through.

"...Are You Alright?" They reply, eventually looking at The Ghost.

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

Yup! Aces!

She attempted to pet the dancer’s head, however was far too short to reach up there, and floated once again to do so.

And how about you, love?

[tennisballdancer]

The Dancer mumbled in embarrassment..

"I'm- Fine. Perfectly fine."

...Wow. theres blood. Neat!

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

"Ngh.." They uttered. Leaning on the wall of The House.

"What A Bother." They twirled their cane in their hand. They looked up at the sky, it was blocked by the trees. But, it was hard to see even without the trees.

Maybe they should go inside. A new home would be better for them anyways.

- @tennisballdancer

What’s a bother? This place isn’t that bad, is it?

The ghost appeared out of seemingly nowhere, looking up at the stranger. Hm. Actually, she doesn’t like that. The ghost floated a few feet in the air, looking down at them. Now she’s the one blocking the sky.

[tennisballdancer]

"?!" They stumbled in shock. Hardening their grip on their cane. Orion adjusted their glasses to look up at The Ghost.

They stood in silence. Watching The Ghost.

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

She looked at them in disappointment and sighed.

Ignore me or stare, choose one. But both are very impolite.

The ghost didn’t wait for a response, and impulsively took the glasses off their face, switching it with hers.

Wow! I can’t see shit with these! Awesome!

She leaned back on? air ? itself ? hello?

Ignoring that, what’s your name? :]

[tennisballdancer]

"Uuhm-" They attempted to speak up- Beforr The Ghost had taken their glasses.

"Hey- Give Those Back!" They shouted. Trying to grab it. Well, they could see without it. It's just.. Very blurry. Too blurry.

"I- I'm Not Telling You My Name- Unless You Give Those Back."

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

Hmmm, how about no!

The ghost giggled, despite being blinded herself.

Let’s try the other way around. Tell me your name, and you get the glasses back!

[tennisballdancer]

They grunted as their hand was still up in the air trying to grab the glasses.

"I Am Orion. NOW Can I Get My Glasses Back?"

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

Ooo! Pretty!

The ghost took Orion’s glasses off her face and handed them back to their original owner. Or she would’ve if she didn’t drop them immediately.

Shit— Its fine! They didn’t break.

She’s lying. For now, that is.

Can you uh, give me mines back and close your eyes for a second?

[tennisballdancer]

"Fine-" They scoff. Giving The Ghost's glasses back. They just wanted to relax. But revivalment holds no comfortable moments! None at all till death strikes!

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

She clumsily put her glasses back on.

…Please don’t look.

The ghost exited the vessel, and it fell lifelessly onto the ground. A green light flickered around the glasses a few times, before they returned to a perfect state. She entered the vessel once more and handed the glasses to them, not bothering to float again. A small trail of blood came from her mouth.

And here ya go! Not a -ack- scratch!

[tennisballdancer]

Orion's eyes were perfectly closed, not a slight peek seeping through.

"...Are You Alright?" They reply, eventually looking at The Ghost.

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

"Ngh.." They uttered. Leaning on the wall of The House.

"What A Bother." They twirled their cane in their hand. They looked up at the sky, it was blocked by the trees. But, it was hard to see even without the trees.

Maybe they should go inside. A new home would be better for them anyways.

- @tennisballdancer

What’s a bother? This place isn’t that bad, is it?

The ghost appeared out of seemingly nowhere, looking up at the stranger. Hm. Actually, she doesn’t like that. The ghost floated a few feet in the air, looking down at them. Now she’s the one blocking the sky.

[tennisballdancer]

"?!" They stumbled in shock. Hardening their grip on their cane. Orion adjusted their glasses to look up at The Ghost.

They stood in silence. Watching The Ghost.

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

She looked at them in disappointment and sighed.

Ignore me or stare, choose one. But both are very impolite.

The ghost didn’t wait for a response, and impulsively took the glasses off their face, switching it with hers.

Wow! I can’t see shit with these! Awesome!

She leaned back on? air ? itself ? hello?

Ignoring that, what’s your name? :]

[tennisballdancer]

"Uuhm-" They attempted to speak up- Beforr The Ghost had taken their glasses.

"Hey- Give Those Back!" They shouted. Trying to grab it. Well, they could see without it. It's just.. Very blurry. Too blurry.

"I- I'm Not Telling You My Name- Unless You Give Those Back."

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

Hmmm, how about no!

The ghost giggled, despite being blinded herself.

Let’s try the other way around. Tell me your name, and you get the glasses back!

[tennisballdancer]

They grunted as their hand was still up in the air trying to grab the glasses.

"I Am Orion. NOW Can I Get My Glasses Back?"

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

Ooo! Pretty!

The ghost took Orion’s glasses off her face and handed them back to their original owner. Or she would’ve if she didn’t drop them immediately.

Shit— Its fine! They didn’t break.

She’s lying. For now, that is.

Can you uh, give me mines back and close your eyes for a second?

[tennisballdancer]

"Fine-" They scoff. Giving The Ghost's glasses back. They just wanted to relax. But revivalment holds no comfortable moments! None at all till death strikes!

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

"Ngh.." They uttered. Leaning on the wall of The House.

"What A Bother." They twirled their cane in their hand. They looked up at the sky, it was blocked by the trees. But, it was hard to see even without the trees.

Maybe they should go inside. A new home would be better for them anyways.

- @tennisballdancer

What’s a bother? This place isn’t that bad, is it?

The ghost appeared out of seemingly nowhere, looking up at the stranger. Hm. Actually, she doesn’t like that. The ghost floated a few feet in the air, looking down at them. Now she’s the one blocking the sky.

[tennisballdancer]

"?!" They stumbled in shock. Hardening their grip on their cane. Orion adjusted their glasses to look up at The Ghost.

They stood in silence. Watching The Ghost.

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

She looked at them in disappointment and sighed.

Ignore me or stare, choose one. But both are very impolite.

The ghost didn’t wait for a response, and impulsively took the glasses off their face, switching it with hers.

Wow! I can’t see shit with these! Awesome!

She leaned back on? air ? itself ? hello?

Ignoring that, what’s your name? :]

[tennisballdancer]

"Uuhm-" They attempted to speak up- Beforr The Ghost had taken their glasses.

"Hey- Give Those Back!" They shouted. Trying to grab it. Well, they could see without it. It's just.. Very blurry. Too blurry.

"I- I'm Not Telling You My Name- Unless You Give Those Back."

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

Hmmm, how about no!

The ghost giggled, despite being blinded herself.

Let’s try the other way around. Tell me your name, and you get the glasses back!

[tennisballdancer]

They grunted as their hand was still up in the air trying to grab the glasses.

"I Am Orion. NOW Can I Get My Glasses Back?"

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

"Ngh.." They uttered. Leaning on the wall of The House.

"What A Bother." They twirled their cane in their hand. They looked up at the sky, it was blocked by the trees. But, it was hard to see even without the trees.

Maybe they should go inside. A new home would be better for them anyways.

- @tennisballdancer

What’s a bother? This place isn’t that bad, is it?

The ghost appeared out of seemingly nowhere, looking up at the stranger. Hm. Actually, she doesn’t like that. The ghost floated a few feet in the air, looking down at them. Now she’s the one blocking the sky.

[tennisballdancer]

"?!" They stumbled in shock. Hardening their grip on their cane. Orion adjusted their glasses to look up at The Ghost.

They stood in silence. Watching The Ghost.

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

She looked at them in disappointment and sighed.

Ignore me or stare, choose one. But both are very impolite.

The ghost didn’t wait for a response, and impulsively took the glasses off their face, switching it with hers.

Wow! I can’t see shit with these! Awesome!

She leaned back on? air ? itself ? hello?

Ignoring that, what’s your name? :]

[tennisballdancer]

"Uuhm-" They attempted to speak up- Beforr The Ghost had taken their glasses.

"Hey- Give Those Back!" They shouted. Trying to grab it. Well, they could see without it. It's just.. Very blurry. Too blurry.

"I- I'm Not Telling You My Name- Unless You Give Those Back."

[crazy-ghost-tennis-ball]

"Ngh.." They uttered. Leaning on the wall of The House.

"What A Bother." They twirled their cane in their hand. They looked up at the sky, it was blocked by the trees. But, it was hard to see even without the trees.

Maybe they should go inside. A new home would be better for them anyways.

- @tennisballdancer

What’s a bother? This place isn’t that bad, is it?

The ghost appeared out of seemingly nowhere, looking up at the stranger. Hm. Actually, she doesn’t like that. The ghost floated a few feet in the air, looking down at them. Now she’s the one blocking the sky.

[tennisballdancer]

"?!" They stumbled in shock. Hardening their grip on their cane. Orion adjusted their glasses to look up at The Ghost.

They stood in silence. Watching The Ghost.

[tennisballdancer]

give me your sexulatiyy cxfrw4 rey5dycjtzheryTW$6tYezutjfyz

i lost my sexuality when i died

[i-want-tennis-ball]

hahaha. when you. what

[tennisballdancer]

you havent died before?

[tennisballdancer]

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oh god @retro-tennis-ball is high again /silly

[tennisballdancer]

I TAGGED THE OLD VERSION OF HIS ACCOUNT. OH MY GOD

[tennisballdancer]

BROOOOOO SHUT UP OH MY GOD

FUCK YOU

[tennisballdancer]

basbdfgvybhukes,dfdgfhm,gjhcxhgsSZfxgchvjnbchgsriu.,hjmngbfveg46jw5yngsgrkudtjy

oh god @retro-tennis-ball is high again /silly

[tennisballdancer]

gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

WHY MUST YOU BULLY ME ....