Byrce.

WARNING. THIS BLOG IS AN OC LORE BLOG. IT CONTAINS SA, MENTIONS OF 🍇, MENTIONS OF EXTREME VIOLENCE, AND MORE. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION. I DO NOT SUPPORT ANYTHING HAPPENING HERE THIS IS PUREPLY FICTION. The founder's son. (Made just to be tortured! :D)

[the-founders-son-offical]

mod note:

I want to make it VERY clear I do not support anything that happens in this blog. This is purely fiction. No, I do not like dead dove. No, I am not a darkshipper. This is oc lore, and a trauma dump. I am not saying the content in here is okay because it is fiction. Fishy is my self insert most of the time. I'm kind of telling my story and what happened to me here. No, that does not make any actions made by Byrce right. That is not what I am trying to say.

This blog is for a horrible person of an oc.

This blog is purly fiction.

This blog is NOT glorifying SA. I am not writing the intense trauma of Fishy to seem "edgy" or "cool".

I seriously appoligize if I freaked out anyone with the sheer intensity of the topics, and, if it triggered anyone.

(End of ooc)

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Greetings.

The name's Byrce, the CEO's son.

You might know me from that..wretched fish boy, or not.

If you have an experiment, let me know! I'd be happy to get this place up and running again, being that it got..trashed not too long ago.

Oh, well. At least it's still..mostly in tact.

Enough for me to stay in it.

It's better than nothin'!

Soon enough, we'll be back in business, baby!

I ain't lettin' my father's legacy die out.

See you later. Or never.

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@sans-the-skeleconch-offical @anonmous-offical @abra-ca-deadbra @rainworldguy26 @everything-else-official

[the-founders-son-offical]

...

[*something is watching you]

@blacklight-offical

Hm?

He turns around, raising a brow, clearly annoyed.

Too much of a coward to show yourself? How pathetic.

[blacklight-offical]

{its behind you}

[the-founders-son-offical]

..

And who might ya be?

[blacklight-offical]

[*it kneels down to meet your gaze]

[the-founders-son-offical]

He looks away, breath heavy, feeling..like something bad was about to happen.

What are ya gonna do..?

[blacklight-offical]

[*all light disappears, when back on you find yourself in two pieces instead of one]

[the-founders-son-offical]

..h-hgh..

he crawls with what little part of his body is left intact, forcing a smile on his face as tears streamed down.

Ahaha..fuck..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it stares in curiosity]

[the-founders-son-offical]

Mghhhh..

He chokes on his blood and tears as he continues to crawl, before you realize its crawling towards where the lab was.

..presumably for fishy.

[blacklight-offical]

[*it stabs its blade through both him and the floor pinning him in place]

[the-founders-son-offical]

HA— GKH—!

He lets out a yelp as his skin is pierced through, brows furrowed as he fights the urge to sob. Was this..his fate?

His vision blurrs as the pain settles in, blood leaking onto the floor.

[blacklight-offical]

₩Ⱨ₳₮ ₳ⱤɆ ɎØɄ?

[the-founders-son-offical]

hghhh..

byrce..t-the founder's..s-so— AGH—

He flinches as another wave of sharp agony ripped through him. He bites down on his lip hard enough to draw blood, just to stiffle down a whimper of pain.

[blacklight-offical]

....

trash.

[the-founders-son-offical]

hah..

He looks up, still in pain

Like I haven't been told that one before..

[blacklight-offical]

[*the sword heats up by thousands of degrees]

[the-founders-son-offical]

O-OH G-GOD..! AHAHA..

He winces, eyes closing as the pain becomes almost too much to bear. Fishy's remaining magic (he owns his soul) is the only thing keeping him alive..yet it made it worse.

[blacklight-offical]

[*the sword quickly cools down as they make several almost pinpoint cuts through you]

[the-founders-son-offical]

hghh..you think..you..scare me..? hahh..

Despite his words, it's clear he's terrified. He tilts his head up to look at you, smiling.

Look, Fishy was askin' for it. The slut couldn't resist. He always came back for me!~

[blacklight-offical]

{their blade turns to an arm as they use it to take the armored glove off their left hand}

{you see a human hand}

[*it grabs a bar of soap out of nowhere and shoves it in your mouth]

[the-founders-son-offical]

GKH—!?

He chokes on the bar of soap, suprised by the sudden action.

MFFHH??!?!

[blacklight-offical]

if you speak like that this often then we should wash out that mouth of yours.

[the-founders-son-offical]

H-hgh..yes..thank you! Very helpful..

His sarcastic tone is sharply evident, overpowering anything else in his words.

[blacklight-offical]

[*they pour hand sanitizer into your wounds]

[the-founders-son-offical]

hgk—

Ahahah..

He squirms in pain, vision blurring.

oh god..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it puts the armored glove back on]

[the-founders-son-offical]

gghkk..

he can't even form words anymore as the blood pools out from his wounds.

[blacklight-offical]

[*it picks him up]

[the-founders-son-offical]

he can only manage a forced smile as it does so.

..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it beheads him]

[the-founders-son-offical]

SHLICK! your blade cuts through his skull. Ending his..

..nevermind, he's still alive. The magic puts him back together, yet he still..feels every bit of pain.

Fuck..ahah..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it does so again]

[the-founders-son-offical]

and again.

and again.

and again.

and again.

[blacklight-offical]

[*all the lights go out and when they turn back on you end up perfectly fine]

[the-founders-son-offical]

..yet his mental scars cause him to tremble excessively.

...

[blacklight-offical]

[*you notice a strange piece of glass on the floor]

[the-founders-son-offical]

he picks it up, attempting to toss it at something. But he finds himself unable to let go of it.

What the..?

[blacklight-offical]

[*you feel like you should look through it]

[the-founders-son-offical]

..he looks through the glass.

(Hehe)

[blacklight-offical]

[*you see something unexplainable]

[the-founders-son-offical]

..oh..oh my god..

He covers his mouth, feeling the urge to throw up.

I'm going to be s-sick..

[blacklight-offical]

[*you see that your arms look like that of a puppet dressed up to look like you, strings stretching up to the skies]

[the-founders-son-offical]

h-hahahah..

sans was right..i am just his puppet, aren't I..?

He trembles, feeling sick.

[blacklight-offical]

[*the glass grows like crystal along your arm]

[the-founders-son-offical]

no..PLEASE!

He tries to get it off of him, panicking. No..this..couldn't be his fate..

it can't get any worse, can it..?

[the-founders-son-offical]

...

[*something is watching you]

@blacklight-offical

Hm?

He turns around, raising a brow, clearly annoyed.

Too much of a coward to show yourself? How pathetic.

[blacklight-offical]

{its behind you}

[the-founders-son-offical]

..

And who might ya be?

[blacklight-offical]

[*it kneels down to meet your gaze]

[the-founders-son-offical]

He looks away, breath heavy, feeling..like something bad was about to happen.

What are ya gonna do..?

[blacklight-offical]

[*all light disappears, when back on you find yourself in two pieces instead of one]

[the-founders-son-offical]

..h-hgh..

he crawls with what little part of his body is left intact, forcing a smile on his face as tears streamed down.

Ahaha..fuck..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it stares in curiosity]

[the-founders-son-offical]

Mghhhh..

He chokes on his blood and tears as he continues to crawl, before you realize its crawling towards where the lab was.

..presumably for fishy.

[blacklight-offical]

[*it stabs its blade through both him and the floor pinning him in place]

[the-founders-son-offical]

HA— GKH—!

He lets out a yelp as his skin is pierced through, brows furrowed as he fights the urge to sob. Was this..his fate?

His vision blurrs as the pain settles in, blood leaking onto the floor.

[blacklight-offical]

₩Ⱨ₳₮ ₳ⱤɆ ɎØɄ?

[the-founders-son-offical]

hghhh..

byrce..t-the founder's..s-so— AGH—

He flinches as another wave of sharp agony ripped through him. He bites down on his lip hard enough to draw blood, just to stiffle down a whimper of pain.

[blacklight-offical]

....

trash.

[the-founders-son-offical]

hah..

He looks up, still in pain

Like I haven't been told that one before..

[blacklight-offical]

[*the sword heats up by thousands of degrees]

[the-founders-son-offical]

O-OH G-GOD..! AHAHA..

He winces, eyes closing as the pain becomes almost too much to bear. Fishy's remaining magic (he owns his soul) is the only thing keeping him alive..yet it made it worse.

[blacklight-offical]

[*the sword quickly cools down as they make several almost pinpoint cuts through you]

[the-founders-son-offical]

hghh..you think..you..scare me..? hahh..

Despite his words, it's clear he's terrified. He tilts his head up to look at you, smiling.

Look, Fishy was askin' for it. The slut couldn't resist. He always came back for me!~

[blacklight-offical]

{their blade turns to an arm as they use it to take the armored glove off their left hand}

{you see a human hand}

[*it grabs a bar of soap out of nowhere and shoves it in your mouth]

[the-founders-son-offical]

GKH—!?

He chokes on the bar of soap, suprised by the sudden action.

MFFHH??!?!

[blacklight-offical]

if you speak like that this often then we should wash out that mouth of yours.

[the-founders-son-offical]

H-hgh..yes..thank you! Very helpful..

His sarcastic tone is sharply evident, overpowering anything else in his words.

[blacklight-offical]

[*they pour hand sanitizer into your wounds]

[the-founders-son-offical]

hgk—

Ahahah..

He squirms in pain, vision blurring.

oh god..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it puts the armored glove back on]

[the-founders-son-offical]

gghkk..

he can't even form words anymore as the blood pools out from his wounds.

[blacklight-offical]

[*it picks him up]

[the-founders-son-offical]

he can only manage a forced smile as it does so.

..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it beheads him]

[the-founders-son-offical]

SHLICK! your blade cuts through his skull. Ending his..

..nevermind, he's still alive. The magic puts him back together, yet he still..feels every bit of pain.

Fuck..ahah..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it does so again]

[the-founders-son-offical]

and again.

and again.

and again.

and again.

[blacklight-offical]

[*all the lights go out and when they turn back on you end up perfectly fine]

[the-founders-son-offical]

..yet his mental scars cause him to tremble excessively.

...

[blacklight-offical]

[*you notice a strange piece of glass on the floor]

[the-founders-son-offical]

he picks it up, attempting to toss it at something. But he finds himself unable to let go of it.

What the..?

[blacklight-offical]

[*you feel like you should look through it]

[the-founders-son-offical]

..he looks through the glass.

(Hehe)

[blacklight-offical]

[*you see something unexplainable]

[the-founders-son-offical]

..oh..oh my god..

He covers his mouth, feeling the urge to throw up.

I'm going to be s-sick..

[blacklight-offical]

[*you see that your arms look like that of a puppet dressed up to look like you, strings stretching up to the skies]

[the-founders-son-offical]

h-hahahah..

sans was right..i am just his puppet, aren't I..?

He trembles, feeling sick.

[the-founders-son-offical]

...

[*something is watching you]

@blacklight-offical

Hm?

He turns around, raising a brow, clearly annoyed.

Too much of a coward to show yourself? How pathetic.

[blacklight-offical]

{its behind you}

[the-founders-son-offical]

..

And who might ya be?

[blacklight-offical]

[*it kneels down to meet your gaze]

[the-founders-son-offical]

He looks away, breath heavy, feeling..like something bad was about to happen.

What are ya gonna do..?

[blacklight-offical]

[*all light disappears, when back on you find yourself in two pieces instead of one]

[the-founders-son-offical]

..h-hgh..

he crawls with what little part of his body is left intact, forcing a smile on his face as tears streamed down.

Ahaha..fuck..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it stares in curiosity]

[the-founders-son-offical]

Mghhhh..

He chokes on his blood and tears as he continues to crawl, before you realize its crawling towards where the lab was.

..presumably for fishy.

[blacklight-offical]

[*it stabs its blade through both him and the floor pinning him in place]

[the-founders-son-offical]

HA— GKH—!

He lets out a yelp as his skin is pierced through, brows furrowed as he fights the urge to sob. Was this..his fate?

His vision blurrs as the pain settles in, blood leaking onto the floor.

[blacklight-offical]

₩Ⱨ₳₮ ₳ⱤɆ ɎØɄ?

[the-founders-son-offical]

hghhh..

byrce..t-the founder's..s-so— AGH—

He flinches as another wave of sharp agony ripped through him. He bites down on his lip hard enough to draw blood, just to stiffle down a whimper of pain.

[blacklight-offical]

....

trash.

[the-founders-son-offical]

hah..

He looks up, still in pain

Like I haven't been told that one before..

[blacklight-offical]

[*the sword heats up by thousands of degrees]

[the-founders-son-offical]

O-OH G-GOD..! AHAHA..

He winces, eyes closing as the pain becomes almost too much to bear. Fishy's remaining magic (he owns his soul) is the only thing keeping him alive..yet it made it worse.

[blacklight-offical]

[*the sword quickly cools down as they make several almost pinpoint cuts through you]

[the-founders-son-offical]

hghh..you think..you..scare me..? hahh..

Despite his words, it's clear he's terrified. He tilts his head up to look at you, smiling.

Look, Fishy was askin' for it. The slut couldn't resist. He always came back for me!~

[blacklight-offical]

{their blade turns to an arm as they use it to take the armored glove off their left hand}

{you see a human hand}

[*it grabs a bar of soap out of nowhere and shoves it in your mouth]

[the-founders-son-offical]

GKH—!?

He chokes on the bar of soap, suprised by the sudden action.

MFFHH??!?!

[blacklight-offical]

if you speak like that this often then we should wash out that mouth of yours.

[the-founders-son-offical]

H-hgh..yes..thank you! Very helpful..

His sarcastic tone is sharply evident, overpowering anything else in his words.

[blacklight-offical]

[*they pour hand sanitizer into your wounds]

[the-founders-son-offical]

hgk—

Ahahah..

He squirms in pain, vision blurring.

oh god..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it puts the armored glove back on]

[the-founders-son-offical]

gghkk..

he can't even form words anymore as the blood pools out from his wounds.

[blacklight-offical]

[*it picks him up]

[the-founders-son-offical]

he can only manage a forced smile as it does so.

..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it beheads him]

[the-founders-son-offical]

SHLICK! your blade cuts through his skull. Ending his..

..nevermind, he's still alive. The magic puts him back together, yet he still..feels every bit of pain.

Fuck..ahah..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it does so again]

[the-founders-son-offical]

and again.

and again.

and again.

and again.

[blacklight-offical]

[*all the lights go out and when they turn back on you end up perfectly fine]

[the-founders-son-offical]

..yet his mental scars cause him to tremble excessively.

...

[blacklight-offical]

[*you notice a strange piece of glass on the floor]

[the-founders-son-offical]

he picks it up, attempting to toss it at something. But he finds himself unable to let go of it.

What the..?

[blacklight-offical]

[*you feel like you should look through it]

[the-founders-son-offical]

..he looks through the glass.

(Hehe)

[blacklight-offical]

[*you see something unexplainable]

[the-founders-son-offical]

..oh..oh my god..

He covers his mouth, feeling the urge to throw up.

I'm going to be s-sick..

[the-founders-son-offical]

...

[*something is watching you]

@blacklight-offical

Hm?

He turns around, raising a brow, clearly annoyed.

Too much of a coward to show yourself? How pathetic.

[blacklight-offical]

{its behind you}

[the-founders-son-offical]

..

And who might ya be?

[blacklight-offical]

[*it kneels down to meet your gaze]

[the-founders-son-offical]

He looks away, breath heavy, feeling..like something bad was about to happen.

What are ya gonna do..?

[blacklight-offical]

[*all light disappears, when back on you find yourself in two pieces instead of one]

[the-founders-son-offical]

..h-hgh..

he crawls with what little part of his body is left intact, forcing a smile on his face as tears streamed down.

Ahaha..fuck..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it stares in curiosity]

[the-founders-son-offical]

Mghhhh..

He chokes on his blood and tears as he continues to crawl, before you realize its crawling towards where the lab was.

..presumably for fishy.

[blacklight-offical]

[*it stabs its blade through both him and the floor pinning him in place]

[the-founders-son-offical]

HA— GKH—!

He lets out a yelp as his skin is pierced through, brows furrowed as he fights the urge to sob. Was this..his fate?

His vision blurrs as the pain settles in, blood leaking onto the floor.

[blacklight-offical]

₩Ⱨ₳₮ ₳ⱤɆ ɎØɄ?

[the-founders-son-offical]

hghhh..

byrce..t-the founder's..s-so— AGH—

He flinches as another wave of sharp agony ripped through him. He bites down on his lip hard enough to draw blood, just to stiffle down a whimper of pain.

[blacklight-offical]

....

trash.

[the-founders-son-offical]

hah..

He looks up, still in pain

Like I haven't been told that one before..

[blacklight-offical]

[*the sword heats up by thousands of degrees]

[the-founders-son-offical]

O-OH G-GOD..! AHAHA..

He winces, eyes closing as the pain becomes almost too much to bear. Fishy's remaining magic (he owns his soul) is the only thing keeping him alive..yet it made it worse.

[blacklight-offical]

[*the sword quickly cools down as they make several almost pinpoint cuts through you]

[the-founders-son-offical]

hghh..you think..you..scare me..? hahh..

Despite his words, it's clear he's terrified. He tilts his head up to look at you, smiling.

Look, Fishy was askin' for it. The slut couldn't resist. He always came back for me!~

[blacklight-offical]

{their blade turns to an arm as they use it to take the armored glove off their left hand}

{you see a human hand}

[*it grabs a bar of soap out of nowhere and shoves it in your mouth]

[the-founders-son-offical]

GKH—!?

He chokes on the bar of soap, suprised by the sudden action.

MFFHH??!?!

[blacklight-offical]

if you speak like that this often then we should wash out that mouth of yours.

[the-founders-son-offical]

H-hgh..yes..thank you! Very helpful..

His sarcastic tone is sharply evident, overpowering anything else in his words.

[blacklight-offical]

[*they pour hand sanitizer into your wounds]

[the-founders-son-offical]

hgk—

Ahahah..

He squirms in pain, vision blurring.

oh god..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it puts the armored glove back on]

[the-founders-son-offical]

gghkk..

he can't even form words anymore as the blood pools out from his wounds.

[blacklight-offical]

[*it picks him up]

[the-founders-son-offical]

he can only manage a forced smile as it does so.

..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it beheads him]

[the-founders-son-offical]

SHLICK! your blade cuts through his skull. Ending his..

..nevermind, he's still alive. The magic puts him back together, yet he still..feels every bit of pain.

Fuck..ahah..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it does so again]

[the-founders-son-offical]

and again.

and again.

and again.

and again.

[blacklight-offical]

[*all the lights go out and when they turn back on you end up perfectly fine]

[the-founders-son-offical]

..yet his mental scars cause him to tremble excessively.

...

[blacklight-offical]

[*you notice a strange piece of glass on the floor]

[the-founders-son-offical]

he picks it up, attempting to toss it at something. But he finds himself unable to let go of it.

What the..?

[blacklight-offical]

[*you feel like you should look through it]

[the-founders-son-offical]

..he looks through the glass.

(Hehe)

[the-founders-son-offical]

...

[*something is watching you]

@blacklight-offical

Hm?

He turns around, raising a brow, clearly annoyed.

Too much of a coward to show yourself? How pathetic.

[blacklight-offical]

{its behind you}

[the-founders-son-offical]

..

And who might ya be?

[blacklight-offical]

[*it kneels down to meet your gaze]

[the-founders-son-offical]

He looks away, breath heavy, feeling..like something bad was about to happen.

What are ya gonna do..?

[blacklight-offical]

[*all light disappears, when back on you find yourself in two pieces instead of one]

[the-founders-son-offical]

..h-hgh..

he crawls with what little part of his body is left intact, forcing a smile on his face as tears streamed down.

Ahaha..fuck..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it stares in curiosity]

[the-founders-son-offical]

Mghhhh..

He chokes on his blood and tears as he continues to crawl, before you realize its crawling towards where the lab was.

..presumably for fishy.

[blacklight-offical]

[*it stabs its blade through both him and the floor pinning him in place]

[the-founders-son-offical]

HA— GKH—!

He lets out a yelp as his skin is pierced through, brows furrowed as he fights the urge to sob. Was this..his fate?

His vision blurrs as the pain settles in, blood leaking onto the floor.

[blacklight-offical]

₩Ⱨ₳₮ ₳ⱤɆ ɎØɄ?

[the-founders-son-offical]

hghhh..

byrce..t-the founder's..s-so— AGH—

He flinches as another wave of sharp agony ripped through him. He bites down on his lip hard enough to draw blood, just to stiffle down a whimper of pain.

[blacklight-offical]

....

trash.

[the-founders-son-offical]

hah..

He looks up, still in pain

Like I haven't been told that one before..

[blacklight-offical]

[*the sword heats up by thousands of degrees]

[the-founders-son-offical]

O-OH G-GOD..! AHAHA..

He winces, eyes closing as the pain becomes almost too much to bear. Fishy's remaining magic (he owns his soul) is the only thing keeping him alive..yet it made it worse.

[blacklight-offical]

[*the sword quickly cools down as they make several almost pinpoint cuts through you]

[the-founders-son-offical]

hghh..you think..you..scare me..? hahh..

Despite his words, it's clear he's terrified. He tilts his head up to look at you, smiling.

Look, Fishy was askin' for it. The slut couldn't resist. He always came back for me!~

[blacklight-offical]

{their blade turns to an arm as they use it to take the armored glove off their left hand}

{you see a human hand}

[*it grabs a bar of soap out of nowhere and shoves it in your mouth]

[the-founders-son-offical]

GKH—!?

He chokes on the bar of soap, suprised by the sudden action.

MFFHH??!?!

[blacklight-offical]

if you speak like that this often then we should wash out that mouth of yours.

[the-founders-son-offical]

H-hgh..yes..thank you! Very helpful..

His sarcastic tone is sharply evident, overpowering anything else in his words.

[blacklight-offical]

[*they pour hand sanitizer into your wounds]

[the-founders-son-offical]

hgk—

Ahahah..

He squirms in pain, vision blurring.

oh god..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it puts the armored glove back on]

[the-founders-son-offical]

gghkk..

he can't even form words anymore as the blood pools out from his wounds.

[blacklight-offical]

[*it picks him up]

[the-founders-son-offical]

he can only manage a forced smile as it does so.

..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it beheads him]

[the-founders-son-offical]

SHLICK! your blade cuts through his skull. Ending his..

..nevermind, he's still alive. The magic puts him back together, yet he still..feels every bit of pain.

Fuck..ahah..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it does so again]

[the-founders-son-offical]

and again.

and again.

and again.

and again.

[blacklight-offical]

[*all the lights go out and when they turn back on you end up perfectly fine]

[the-founders-son-offical]

..yet his mental scars cause him to tremble excessively.

...

[blacklight-offical]

[*you notice a strange piece of glass on the floor]

[the-founders-son-offical]

he picks it up, attempting to toss it at something. But he finds himself unable to let go of it.

What the..?

[the-founders-son-offical]

...

[*something is watching you]

@blacklight-offical

Hm?

He turns around, raising a brow, clearly annoyed.

Too much of a coward to show yourself? How pathetic.

[blacklight-offical]

{its behind you}

[the-founders-son-offical]

..

And who might ya be?

[blacklight-offical]

[*it kneels down to meet your gaze]

[the-founders-son-offical]

He looks away, breath heavy, feeling..like something bad was about to happen.

What are ya gonna do..?

[blacklight-offical]

[*all light disappears, when back on you find yourself in two pieces instead of one]

[the-founders-son-offical]

..h-hgh..

he crawls with what little part of his body is left intact, forcing a smile on his face as tears streamed down.

Ahaha..fuck..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it stares in curiosity]

[the-founders-son-offical]

Mghhhh..

He chokes on his blood and tears as he continues to crawl, before you realize its crawling towards where the lab was.

..presumably for fishy.

[blacklight-offical]

[*it stabs its blade through both him and the floor pinning him in place]

[the-founders-son-offical]

HA— GKH—!

He lets out a yelp as his skin is pierced through, brows furrowed as he fights the urge to sob. Was this..his fate?

His vision blurrs as the pain settles in, blood leaking onto the floor.

[blacklight-offical]

₩Ⱨ₳₮ ₳ⱤɆ ɎØɄ?

[the-founders-son-offical]

hghhh..

byrce..t-the founder's..s-so— AGH—

He flinches as another wave of sharp agony ripped through him. He bites down on his lip hard enough to draw blood, just to stiffle down a whimper of pain.

[blacklight-offical]

....

trash.

[the-founders-son-offical]

hah..

He looks up, still in pain

Like I haven't been told that one before..

[blacklight-offical]

[*the sword heats up by thousands of degrees]

[the-founders-son-offical]

O-OH G-GOD..! AHAHA..

He winces, eyes closing as the pain becomes almost too much to bear. Fishy's remaining magic (he owns his soul) is the only thing keeping him alive..yet it made it worse.

[blacklight-offical]

[*the sword quickly cools down as they make several almost pinpoint cuts through you]

[the-founders-son-offical]

hghh..you think..you..scare me..? hahh..

Despite his words, it's clear he's terrified. He tilts his head up to look at you, smiling.

Look, Fishy was askin' for it. The slut couldn't resist. He always came back for me!~

[blacklight-offical]

{their blade turns to an arm as they use it to take the armored glove off their left hand}

{you see a human hand}

[*it grabs a bar of soap out of nowhere and shoves it in your mouth]

[the-founders-son-offical]

GKH—!?

He chokes on the bar of soap, suprised by the sudden action.

MFFHH??!?!

[blacklight-offical]

if you speak like that this often then we should wash out that mouth of yours.

[the-founders-son-offical]

H-hgh..yes..thank you! Very helpful..

His sarcastic tone is sharply evident, overpowering anything else in his words.

[blacklight-offical]

[*they pour hand sanitizer into your wounds]

[the-founders-son-offical]

hgk—

Ahahah..

He squirms in pain, vision blurring.

oh god..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it puts the armored glove back on]

[the-founders-son-offical]

gghkk..

he can't even form words anymore as the blood pools out from his wounds.

[blacklight-offical]

[*it picks him up]

[the-founders-son-offical]

he can only manage a forced smile as it does so.

..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it beheads him]

[the-founders-son-offical]

SHLICK! your blade cuts through his skull. Ending his..

..nevermind, he's still alive. The magic puts him back together, yet he still..feels every bit of pain.

Fuck..ahah..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it does so again]

[the-founders-son-offical]

and again.

and again.

and again.

and again.

[blacklight-offical]

[*all the lights go out and when they turn back on you end up perfectly fine]

[the-founders-son-offical]

..yet his mental scars cause him to tremble excessively.

...

[the-founders-son-offical]

Hello!

Can you kindly speak to me at your earliest convenience?

-a jester

My earliest convenience would be now, though I have many things i'd rather be doing than waste my time on you..

Fishy told me 'bout ya!

So, what brings you here, friend?

[sans-the-skeleconch-offical]

Suddenly the doors disappear and the room id dimensionaly locked

Oh I juat wanted to... talk.

The room shrinks down while two leather chairs appear facing echother, there is barely enough room for you walk around the chair

Take a seat, there is nowhere to run.

[the-founders-son-offical]

..

Okay. Another eldritch horror, huh? He shrugs, taking a seat. Nothin' new.

He leans in, curious, elbows resting on his knees.

Talk about what?

[sans-the-skeleconch-offical]

Oh? You think I am just an eldritch horror?

You have no idea.

Dont worry, I won't harm you.

Sans thinks "not yet anyways, I have to have my fun first after all ;)"

Oh about where the files on my friend fishyguts are. In return you can ask as many questions as you want of me, do we have a deal?

[the-founders-son-offical]

..

He pauses, genuinely taken aback, raising a brow. You can tell he's..honest, for once.

..what files? We never had any files on him. We burnt them long ago. He knows this.

..

Oh.

Oh!

I get it now!

He stops, before slowly grinning. Pfft—

You really thought the reason he didn't want this place gone was because of some stupid files?

Did you really think that he didn't ever come back to me, hmm?

He's been doin' so for months now!

[sans-the-skeleconch-offical]

So you didn't document anything on them?

How terrible of a researcher are you?

[the-founders-son-offical]

First of all, its he.

Second, it wasn't my job, obviously.

[sans-the-skeleconch-offical]

No wonder your this place is abandoned, noe of you could do your jobs.

Can you at least tell me wich room is the document storage? I dont get paid by the hour, the sooner I can get those documents the sooner I can go home.

Sans is lying, not that you can tell

[the-founders-son-offical]

..like I said. We don't have any?

Are you deaf?

He blinks, looking around.

Besides, you kinda locked us in here, dumbass.

[sans-the-skeleconch-offical]

So you didn't document anything at all???

What am I supposed to tell my boss!?

[the-founders-son-offical]

We did, but we burnt it?

Are you only here for those pathetic files? How amusing.

He stretches, getting up.

Anyways, Fishy's watin' for me.

[sans-the-skeleconch-offical]

Visit Original Link

I hope you like not having a soul.

sans doesn't move a muscle and yet you soul is violently ripped from your body

[the-founders-son-offical]

he looks down at his bleeding chest, raising a brow.

..okay?

I still own Fishy's??

[sans-the-skeleconch-offical]

Well, thats funny, because I own your soul...

everything you own is also mine.

So pupet, go fetch me fishy.

You suddenly stand up and start moving to a door that wasnt there before, somehow unable to even speak let alone control your own body

The most disturbing part is that your body is whole as if it was never harmed in the first place

[the-founders-son-offical]

He gets up and walks towards the door, opening it.

He walks outside, looking around.

..

He eventually pauses, sighing and looking just outside the facility. There he was. Passed out on the floor, probably from the session they both had earlier. Not like Sans would know.

He picks up his unconscious body and carries him back to where Sans is.

...

[the-founders-son-offical]

Hello!

Can you kindly speak to me at your earliest convenience?

-a jester

My earliest convenience would be now, though I have many things i'd rather be doing than waste my time on you..

Fishy told me 'bout ya!

So, what brings you here, friend?

[sans-the-skeleconch-offical]

Suddenly the doors disappear and the room id dimensionaly locked

Oh I juat wanted to... talk.

The room shrinks down while two leather chairs appear facing echother, there is barely enough room for you walk around the chair

Take a seat, there is nowhere to run.

[the-founders-son-offical]

..

Okay. Another eldritch horror, huh? He shrugs, taking a seat. Nothin' new.

He leans in, curious, elbows resting on his knees.

Talk about what?

[sans-the-skeleconch-offical]

Oh? You think I am just an eldritch horror?

You have no idea.

Dont worry, I won't harm you.

Sans thinks "not yet anyways, I have to have my fun first after all ;)"

Oh about where the files on my friend fishyguts are. In return you can ask as many questions as you want of me, do we have a deal?

[the-founders-son-offical]

..

He pauses, genuinely taken aback, raising a brow. You can tell he's..honest, for once.

..what files? We never had any files on him. We burnt them long ago. He knows this.

..

Oh.

Oh!

I get it now!

He stops, before slowly grinning. Pfft—

You really thought the reason he didn't want this place gone was because of some stupid files?

Did you really think that he didn't ever come back to me, hmm?

He's been doin' so for months now!

[sans-the-skeleconch-offical]

So you didn't document anything on them?

How terrible of a researcher are you?

[the-founders-son-offical]

First of all, its he.

Second, it wasn't my job, obviously.

[sans-the-skeleconch-offical]

No wonder your this place is abandoned, noe of you could do your jobs.

Can you at least tell me wich room is the document storage? I dont get paid by the hour, the sooner I can get those documents the sooner I can go home.

Sans is lying, not that you can tell

[the-founders-son-offical]

..like I said. We don't have any?

Are you deaf?

He blinks, looking around.

Besides, you kinda locked us in here, dumbass.

[sans-the-skeleconch-offical]

So you didn't document anything at all???

What am I supposed to tell my boss!?

[the-founders-son-offical]

We did, but we burnt it?

Are you only here for those pathetic files? How amusing.

He stretches, getting up.

Anyways, Fishy's watin' for me.

[sans-the-skeleconch-offical]

Visit Original Link

I hope you like not having a soul.

sans doesn't move a muscle and yet you soul is violently ripped from your body

[the-founders-son-offical]

he looks down at his bleeding chest, raising a brow.

..okay?

I still own Fishy's??

[the-founders-son-offical]

Hello!

Can you kindly speak to me at your earliest convenience?

-a jester

My earliest convenience would be now, though I have many things i'd rather be doing than waste my time on you..

Fishy told me 'bout ya!

So, what brings you here, friend?

[sans-the-skeleconch-offical]

Suddenly the doors disappear and the room id dimensionaly locked

Oh I juat wanted to... talk.

The room shrinks down while two leather chairs appear facing echother, there is barely enough room for you walk around the chair

Take a seat, there is nowhere to run.

[the-founders-son-offical]

..

Okay. Another eldritch horror, huh? He shrugs, taking a seat. Nothin' new.

He leans in, curious, elbows resting on his knees.

Talk about what?

[sans-the-skeleconch-offical]

Oh? You think I am just an eldritch horror?

You have no idea.

Dont worry, I won't harm you.

Sans thinks "not yet anyways, I have to have my fun first after all ;)"

Oh about where the files on my friend fishyguts are. In return you can ask as many questions as you want of me, do we have a deal?

[the-founders-son-offical]

..

He pauses, genuinely taken aback, raising a brow. You can tell he's..honest, for once.

..what files? We never had any files on him. We burnt them long ago. He knows this.

..

Oh.

Oh!

I get it now!

He stops, before slowly grinning. Pfft—

You really thought the reason he didn't want this place gone was because of some stupid files?

Did you really think that he didn't ever come back to me, hmm?

He's been doin' so for months now!

[sans-the-skeleconch-offical]

So you didn't document anything on them?

How terrible of a researcher are you?

[the-founders-son-offical]

First of all, its he.

Second, it wasn't my job, obviously.

[sans-the-skeleconch-offical]

No wonder your this place is abandoned, noe of you could do your jobs.

Can you at least tell me wich room is the document storage? I dont get paid by the hour, the sooner I can get those documents the sooner I can go home.

Sans is lying, not that you can tell

[the-founders-son-offical]

..like I said. We don't have any?

Are you deaf?

He blinks, looking around.

Besides, you kinda locked us in here, dumbass.

[sans-the-skeleconch-offical]

So you didn't document anything at all???

What am I supposed to tell my boss!?

[the-founders-son-offical]

We did, but we burnt it?

Are you only here for those pathetic files? How amusing.

He stretches, getting up.

Anyways, Fishy's watin' for me.

[the-founders-son-offical]

Hello!

Can you kindly speak to me at your earliest convenience?

-a jester

My earliest convenience would be now, though I have many things i'd rather be doing than waste my time on you..

Fishy told me 'bout ya!

So, what brings you here, friend?

[sans-the-skeleconch-offical]

Suddenly the doors disappear and the room id dimensionaly locked

Oh I juat wanted to... talk.

The room shrinks down while two leather chairs appear facing echother, there is barely enough room for you walk around the chair

Take a seat, there is nowhere to run.

[the-founders-son-offical]

..

Okay. Another eldritch horror, huh? He shrugs, taking a seat. Nothin' new.

He leans in, curious, elbows resting on his knees.

Talk about what?

[sans-the-skeleconch-offical]

Oh? You think I am just an eldritch horror?

You have no idea.

Dont worry, I won't harm you.

Sans thinks "not yet anyways, I have to have my fun first after all ;)"

Oh about where the files on my friend fishyguts are. In return you can ask as many questions as you want of me, do we have a deal?

[the-founders-son-offical]

..

He pauses, genuinely taken aback, raising a brow. You can tell he's..honest, for once.

..what files? We never had any files on him. We burnt them long ago. He knows this.

..

Oh.

Oh!

I get it now!

He stops, before slowly grinning. Pfft—

You really thought the reason he didn't want this place gone was because of some stupid files?

Did you really think that he didn't ever come back to me, hmm?

He's been doin' so for months now!

[sans-the-skeleconch-offical]

So you didn't document anything on them?

How terrible of a researcher are you?

[the-founders-son-offical]

First of all, its he.

Second, it wasn't my job, obviously.

[sans-the-skeleconch-offical]

No wonder your this place is abandoned, noe of you could do your jobs.

Can you at least tell me wich room is the document storage? I dont get paid by the hour, the sooner I can get those documents the sooner I can go home.

Sans is lying, not that you can tell

[the-founders-son-offical]

..like I said. We don't have any?

Are you deaf?

He blinks, looking around.

Besides, you kinda locked us in here, dumbass.

[the-founders-son-offical]

Hello!

Can you kindly speak to me at your earliest convenience?

-a jester

My earliest convenience would be now, though I have many things i'd rather be doing than waste my time on you..

Fishy told me 'bout ya!

So, what brings you here, friend?

[sans-the-skeleconch-offical]

Suddenly the doors disappear and the room id dimensionaly locked

Oh I juat wanted to... talk.

The room shrinks down while two leather chairs appear facing echother, there is barely enough room for you walk around the chair

Take a seat, there is nowhere to run.

[the-founders-son-offical]

..

Okay. Another eldritch horror, huh? He shrugs, taking a seat. Nothin' new.

He leans in, curious, elbows resting on his knees.

Talk about what?

[sans-the-skeleconch-offical]

Oh? You think I am just an eldritch horror?

You have no idea.

Dont worry, I won't harm you.

Sans thinks "not yet anyways, I have to have my fun first after all ;)"

Oh about where the files on my friend fishyguts are. In return you can ask as many questions as you want of me, do we have a deal?

[the-founders-son-offical]

..

He pauses, genuinely taken aback, raising a brow. You can tell he's..honest, for once.

..what files? We never had any files on him. We burnt them long ago. He knows this.

..

Oh.

Oh!

I get it now!

He stops, before slowly grinning. Pfft—

You really thought the reason he didn't want this place gone was because of some stupid files?

Did you really think that he didn't ever come back to me, hmm?

He's been doin' so for months now!

[sans-the-skeleconch-offical]

So you didn't document anything on them?

How terrible of a researcher are you?

[the-founders-son-offical]

First of all, its he.

Second, it wasn't my job, obviously.

[the-founders-son-offical]

...

[*something is watching you]

@blacklight-offical

Hm?

He turns around, raising a brow, clearly annoyed.

Too much of a coward to show yourself? How pathetic.

[blacklight-offical]

{its behind you}

[the-founders-son-offical]

..

And who might ya be?

[blacklight-offical]

[*it kneels down to meet your gaze]

[the-founders-son-offical]

He looks away, breath heavy, feeling..like something bad was about to happen.

What are ya gonna do..?

[blacklight-offical]

[*all light disappears, when back on you find yourself in two pieces instead of one]

[the-founders-son-offical]

..h-hgh..

he crawls with what little part of his body is left intact, forcing a smile on his face as tears streamed down.

Ahaha..fuck..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it stares in curiosity]

[the-founders-son-offical]

Mghhhh..

He chokes on his blood and tears as he continues to crawl, before you realize its crawling towards where the lab was.

..presumably for fishy.

[blacklight-offical]

[*it stabs its blade through both him and the floor pinning him in place]

[the-founders-son-offical]

HA— GKH—!

He lets out a yelp as his skin is pierced through, brows furrowed as he fights the urge to sob. Was this..his fate?

His vision blurrs as the pain settles in, blood leaking onto the floor.

[blacklight-offical]

₩Ⱨ₳₮ ₳ⱤɆ ɎØɄ?

[the-founders-son-offical]

hghhh..

byrce..t-the founder's..s-so— AGH—

He flinches as another wave of sharp agony ripped through him. He bites down on his lip hard enough to draw blood, just to stiffle down a whimper of pain.

[blacklight-offical]

....

trash.

[the-founders-son-offical]

hah..

He looks up, still in pain

Like I haven't been told that one before..

[blacklight-offical]

[*the sword heats up by thousands of degrees]

[the-founders-son-offical]

O-OH G-GOD..! AHAHA..

He winces, eyes closing as the pain becomes almost too much to bear. Fishy's remaining magic (he owns his soul) is the only thing keeping him alive..yet it made it worse.

[blacklight-offical]

[*the sword quickly cools down as they make several almost pinpoint cuts through you]

[the-founders-son-offical]

hghh..you think..you..scare me..? hahh..

Despite his words, it's clear he's terrified. He tilts his head up to look at you, smiling.

Look, Fishy was askin' for it. The slut couldn't resist. He always came back for me!~

[blacklight-offical]

{their blade turns to an arm as they use it to take the armored glove off their left hand}

{you see a human hand}

[*it grabs a bar of soap out of nowhere and shoves it in your mouth]

[the-founders-son-offical]

GKH—!?

He chokes on the bar of soap, suprised by the sudden action.

MFFHH??!?!

[blacklight-offical]

if you speak like that this often then we should wash out that mouth of yours.

[the-founders-son-offical]

H-hgh..yes..thank you! Very helpful..

His sarcastic tone is sharply evident, overpowering anything else in his words.

[blacklight-offical]

[*they pour hand sanitizer into your wounds]

[the-founders-son-offical]

hgk—

Ahahah..

He squirms in pain, vision blurring.

oh god..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it puts the armored glove back on]

[the-founders-son-offical]

gghkk..

he can't even form words anymore as the blood pools out from his wounds.

[blacklight-offical]

[*it picks him up]

[the-founders-son-offical]

he can only manage a forced smile as it does so.

..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it beheads him]

[the-founders-son-offical]

SHLICK! your blade cuts through his skull. Ending his..

..nevermind, he's still alive. The magic puts him back together, yet he still..feels every bit of pain.

Fuck..ahah..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it does so again]

[the-founders-son-offical]

and again.

and again.

and again.

and again.

[the-founders-son-offical]

Hello!

Can you kindly speak to me at your earliest convenience?

-a jester

My earliest convenience would be now, though I have many things i'd rather be doing than waste my time on you..

Fishy told me 'bout ya!

So, what brings you here, friend?

[sans-the-skeleconch-offical]

Suddenly the doors disappear and the room id dimensionaly locked

Oh I juat wanted to... talk.

The room shrinks down while two leather chairs appear facing echother, there is barely enough room for you walk around the chair

Take a seat, there is nowhere to run.

[the-founders-son-offical]

..

Okay. Another eldritch horror, huh? He shrugs, taking a seat. Nothin' new.

He leans in, curious, elbows resting on his knees.

Talk about what?

[sans-the-skeleconch-offical]

Oh? You think I am just an eldritch horror?

You have no idea.

Dont worry, I won't harm you.

Sans thinks "not yet anyways, I have to have my fun first after all ;)"

Oh about where the files on my friend fishyguts are. In return you can ask as many questions as you want of me, do we have a deal?

[the-founders-son-offical]

..

He pauses, genuinely taken aback, raising a brow. You can tell he's..honest, for once.

..what files? We never had any files on him. We burnt them long ago. He knows this.

..

Oh.

Oh!

I get it now!

He stops, before slowly grinning. Pfft—

You really thought the reason he didn't want this place gone was because of some stupid files?

Did you really think that he didn't ever come back to me, hmm?

He's been doin' so for months now!

[the-founders-son-offical]

...

[*something is watching you]

@blacklight-offical

Hm?

He turns around, raising a brow, clearly annoyed.

Too much of a coward to show yourself? How pathetic.

[blacklight-offical]

{its behind you}

[the-founders-son-offical]

..

And who might ya be?

[blacklight-offical]

[*it kneels down to meet your gaze]

[the-founders-son-offical]

He looks away, breath heavy, feeling..like something bad was about to happen.

What are ya gonna do..?

[blacklight-offical]

[*all light disappears, when back on you find yourself in two pieces instead of one]

[the-founders-son-offical]

..h-hgh..

he crawls with what little part of his body is left intact, forcing a smile on his face as tears streamed down.

Ahaha..fuck..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it stares in curiosity]

[the-founders-son-offical]

Mghhhh..

He chokes on his blood and tears as he continues to crawl, before you realize its crawling towards where the lab was.

..presumably for fishy.

[blacklight-offical]

[*it stabs its blade through both him and the floor pinning him in place]

[the-founders-son-offical]

HA— GKH—!

He lets out a yelp as his skin is pierced through, brows furrowed as he fights the urge to sob. Was this..his fate?

His vision blurrs as the pain settles in, blood leaking onto the floor.

[blacklight-offical]

₩Ⱨ₳₮ ₳ⱤɆ ɎØɄ?

[the-founders-son-offical]

hghhh..

byrce..t-the founder's..s-so— AGH—

He flinches as another wave of sharp agony ripped through him. He bites down on his lip hard enough to draw blood, just to stiffle down a whimper of pain.

[blacklight-offical]

....

trash.

[the-founders-son-offical]

hah..

He looks up, still in pain

Like I haven't been told that one before..

[blacklight-offical]

[*the sword heats up by thousands of degrees]

[the-founders-son-offical]

O-OH G-GOD..! AHAHA..

He winces, eyes closing as the pain becomes almost too much to bear. Fishy's remaining magic (he owns his soul) is the only thing keeping him alive..yet it made it worse.

[blacklight-offical]

[*the sword quickly cools down as they make several almost pinpoint cuts through you]

[the-founders-son-offical]

hghh..you think..you..scare me..? hahh..

Despite his words, it's clear he's terrified. He tilts his head up to look at you, smiling.

Look, Fishy was askin' for it. The slut couldn't resist. He always came back for me!~

[blacklight-offical]

{their blade turns to an arm as they use it to take the armored glove off their left hand}

{you see a human hand}

[*it grabs a bar of soap out of nowhere and shoves it in your mouth]

[the-founders-son-offical]

GKH—!?

He chokes on the bar of soap, suprised by the sudden action.

MFFHH??!?!

[blacklight-offical]

if you speak like that this often then we should wash out that mouth of yours.

[the-founders-son-offical]

H-hgh..yes..thank you! Very helpful..

His sarcastic tone is sharply evident, overpowering anything else in his words.

[blacklight-offical]

[*they pour hand sanitizer into your wounds]

[the-founders-son-offical]

hgk—

Ahahah..

He squirms in pain, vision blurring.

oh god..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it puts the armored glove back on]

[the-founders-son-offical]

gghkk..

he can't even form words anymore as the blood pools out from his wounds.

[blacklight-offical]

[*it picks him up]

[the-founders-son-offical]

he can only manage a forced smile as it does so.

..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it beheads him]

[the-founders-son-offical]

SHLICK! your blade cuts through his skull. Ending his..

..nevermind, he's still alive. The magic puts him back together, yet he still..feels every bit of pain.

Fuck..ahah..

[the-founders-son-offical]

Hello!

Can you kindly speak to me at your earliest convenience?

-a jester

My earliest convenience would be now, though I have many things i'd rather be doing than waste my time on you..

Fishy told me 'bout ya!

So, what brings you here, friend?

[sans-the-skeleconch-offical]

Suddenly the doors disappear and the room id dimensionaly locked

Oh I juat wanted to... talk.

The room shrinks down while two leather chairs appear facing echother, there is barely enough room for you walk around the chair

Take a seat, there is nowhere to run.

[the-founders-son-offical]

..

Okay. Another eldritch horror, huh? He shrugs, taking a seat. Nothin' new.

He leans in, curious, elbows resting on his knees.

Talk about what?

[the-founders-son-offical]

...

[*something is watching you]

@blacklight-offical

Hm?

He turns around, raising a brow, clearly annoyed.

Too much of a coward to show yourself? How pathetic.

[blacklight-offical]

{its behind you}

[the-founders-son-offical]

..

And who might ya be?

[blacklight-offical]

[*it kneels down to meet your gaze]

[the-founders-son-offical]

He looks away, breath heavy, feeling..like something bad was about to happen.

What are ya gonna do..?

[blacklight-offical]

[*all light disappears, when back on you find yourself in two pieces instead of one]

[the-founders-son-offical]

..h-hgh..

he crawls with what little part of his body is left intact, forcing a smile on his face as tears streamed down.

Ahaha..fuck..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it stares in curiosity]

[the-founders-son-offical]

Mghhhh..

He chokes on his blood and tears as he continues to crawl, before you realize its crawling towards where the lab was.

..presumably for fishy.

[blacklight-offical]

[*it stabs its blade through both him and the floor pinning him in place]

[the-founders-son-offical]

HA— GKH—!

He lets out a yelp as his skin is pierced through, brows furrowed as he fights the urge to sob. Was this..his fate?

His vision blurrs as the pain settles in, blood leaking onto the floor.

[blacklight-offical]

₩Ⱨ₳₮ ₳ⱤɆ ɎØɄ?

[the-founders-son-offical]

hghhh..

byrce..t-the founder's..s-so— AGH—

He flinches as another wave of sharp agony ripped through him. He bites down on his lip hard enough to draw blood, just to stiffle down a whimper of pain.

[blacklight-offical]

....

trash.

[the-founders-son-offical]

hah..

He looks up, still in pain

Like I haven't been told that one before..

[blacklight-offical]

[*the sword heats up by thousands of degrees]

[the-founders-son-offical]

O-OH G-GOD..! AHAHA..

He winces, eyes closing as the pain becomes almost too much to bear. Fishy's remaining magic (he owns his soul) is the only thing keeping him alive..yet it made it worse.

[blacklight-offical]

[*the sword quickly cools down as they make several almost pinpoint cuts through you]

[the-founders-son-offical]

hghh..you think..you..scare me..? hahh..

Despite his words, it's clear he's terrified. He tilts his head up to look at you, smiling.

Look, Fishy was askin' for it. The slut couldn't resist. He always came back for me!~

[blacklight-offical]

{their blade turns to an arm as they use it to take the armored glove off their left hand}

{you see a human hand}

[*it grabs a bar of soap out of nowhere and shoves it in your mouth]

[the-founders-son-offical]

GKH—!?

He chokes on the bar of soap, suprised by the sudden action.

MFFHH??!?!

[blacklight-offical]

if you speak like that this often then we should wash out that mouth of yours.

[the-founders-son-offical]

H-hgh..yes..thank you! Very helpful..

His sarcastic tone is sharply evident, overpowering anything else in his words.

[blacklight-offical]

[*they pour hand sanitizer into your wounds]

[the-founders-son-offical]

hgk—

Ahahah..

He squirms in pain, vision blurring.

oh god..

[blacklight-offical]

[*it puts the armored glove back on]

[the-founders-son-offical]

gghkk..

he can't even form words anymore as the blood pools out from his wounds.

[blacklight-offical]

[*it picks him up]

[the-founders-son-offical]

he can only manage a forced smile as it does so.

..