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That scene from the one ad with these two full of candy had me itching to write a fic!
Jax ♡ Ribbit || Candymonium
Synopsis: Set in my healed au, Ribbit soon enough returns. It takes some time to forgive Jax for the pain she caused, but she finds it in her heart to be friends again. One day, Jax is showing her around some of the portal worlds and decides to have them cause a bit of mischief in the candy canyon kingdom. Jax's eyes seem to be bigger than her stomach, though, and needs a bit of TLC
Contains playful stuffing and vore if living candy animals count lol
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"Ready for a field trip?" Jax popped up over the couch where Ribbit was reclined on, eager to go. Ever since Ribbit revived, Jax had been unsure if they'd ever want to speak to her again. Months had gone by before Ribbit was ready to forgive the rabbit. Still, the frog missed her friend, and if Jax was putting in this amount of effort, how could she stay resentful?
"Where'd ya have in mind?" The frog looked over expectantly, curious. Giggling, Jax lead the way to the hall of portals. "Remember how I told you Pomni made friends with that gator guy? Figured you'd wanna see his dimension." Ribbit giggled at how fast Jax's tail was going. Knowing Jax's appetite, they had an idea the real reason why she was taking them to a candyland.
Walking into the portal, they end up spawning outside the rebuild castle, fixed up after The Fudge devoured the place. On that note, Jax's belly growled at the sugary scents in the air. "Alright, froggy. Lemme let ya in on something: everything here is edible!" "Really? Even the NPCs?" Jax nodded, "especially the NPCs." She found a dirt dessert patch with some small, squirmy sour worms coming up after the chocolate rainfall. They were scaled to real gummies, easily edible for those daring enough.
Jax scooped up a handful and offered them for Ribbit to try. Hungrily tempted, Ribbit darted out her frog tongue and gulped down a few morsels. "Oooo weeeird, I can feel em in me now..." unlike Jax, the amphibian had less experience in the eating live food scene, so they decided to just stick with the worms. Meanwhile, the fuzzy bunny eyed a few chocolate rabbits sniffing along the ground.
Getting into her practiced hunting crouch, Jax stalked closer. She hasn't had a chocolate rabbit in who knows how long, and this was a plump one. Finally in pouncing distance, Jax wrangled it down and opened her maw wide, shoving it deep inside. Her dewlap bulged as her prey was pulled downwards into her stomach, making a small indent. Wiping her mouth, Jax sighed as her meal settled. "Aahhh, nothing like some tasty bunny to start with!"
Impressed, Ribbit poked at Jax's bulged out gut. "Does that count as a form of cannibalism?" Jax shrugged, reminiscing. "Eh, not as much as when I ate my evil clone thing... long story." Mirth bubbling between the two, they spent the rest of the afternoon munching away. Well, Ribbit tapped out after about 30ish worms. Jax was on a mission. She ate another, bigger chocolate rabbit, swallowed up the wool from a cotton candy sheep, and ripped into a circus animal cookie cow. It was pure savagery, quite the spectacle.
..
Jax regretted her gluttony.
GURRRROUUAAANNN
Too large for Jax to even stand, her belly yelled out in discomfort as she laid defeated on the ground. "Ughhh I think I-hicuURRUP-over did it. So full..." Her swollen tum was hard at work digesting all of those delicious creatures inside, squelching about madly. Ribbit let out a light burp themself before kneeling down next to her lapine companion. "Hey, ya managed to cram a lot in that lil tummy of yours. It's ok if you reached your limit."
They wanted to help out the pitiful girl. Offering a hand, soon two, Ribbit gently splayed their fingers over the circumference of Jax's belly. With each small hiccup her torso jerked a bit, jostling up the food within. "FuuuHIC! If only I didn't geHIC hiccUPs, this wouldn't be as baHIC!" It was hard not to giggle, Ribbit stiffling her laugh as the hiccups got progressively louder and more a nuisance. "Ohhh, my poor bunny~ I dunno if I'm gonna be able to carry you back to the tent or not!" "ShudduuURP!"
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"Where'd you two hang out all day?" Pomni asked the duo as they emerged back into the main area. "We went on a snack tour of the Candy Kingdom, her idea," Ribbit pointed with her thumb over to the still bloated Jax next to her. While definitely smaller in size than at capacity, the bunny tummy was still a tad round and burbly. "Still kinda digesting here..." Jax pointed out before yawning wide. "Welllllp, I'm gonna snooze the rest of this off. See ya losers later," she announced as she strode off towards her bedroom, tail flitting about. Nobody could deny the cuteness of that bunny's voraciousness.
staring at the balloonz in my room as i write this and wondering what i wanna start with
idk if this is something i could like...buy 1 container? bottle, can?? not a pack of stuff to avoid getting caught with it in my room cuz im not trying my first drink in public
i need to see if it's safe to consume alcohol with my medicationzz
does any1 know if there's any particular kind of drink that has a higher likelihood of inducing????
if relevant, i will likely be buying at the american W superstore or online (can alcohol be ordered on b3z0s site?????????)
substance abuse to forget while he's locked in the tower. cases ensue. he tries to not let this spill into his work, but the studio has been putting out a bit more hickink content than normal lately... his boss slips him a few things to try to cure him, which sometimes works, sometimes worsens. the assistants are trying to monitor his intake habits before someone hits him (or them) about it.
most of the time, he's so out of it he doesn't even register his diaphragm's protesting. sometimes, though, when he's laying in bed alone at night, thinking too much...he wishes whiskers was there to hold him. maybe then it'd stop and he could breathe less shakily.
I put the blame for this firmly on @elacular-kink's shoulders.
I just can't quit this damn digital world!
CW:
fast hiccups
inconvenient hiccups
a speedo
body horror
gore??? is glitter gore? he's fine though
self-reflection
the cute queer couple that flirts
K!nger dad
R@gatha mom
P0mni sister
friendship
Sooooft body
Vulnerability
trouble speaking through hiccups
"Bran! I am so sorry!" R@gatha was saying as P0mni pulled on his left hand with a grunt.
Bran's dripping deflated rubbery body squidged on the floor behind the tiny jester as they all emerged from the portal. A slug-trail of glitter sparkled in Bran and P0mni's wake.
"Whaaat? Noooo, Raggy, I'm fiiine. That was fuuun!" he drawled as he lazily flopped his right arm around him, it gaining very little purchase into an actual gesticulated direction.
"New rule!" Caine called as he floated behind the trio from the game, "No shooting Bran out of a canon!!"
The rest of the C!rcus looked up from a couple of books and a sketch book on the couches.
"Weeeee," Bran burbled. His eyes went crescent and his painted beard parted in a loopy grin.
K!nger took off a pair of readers he'd manifested that he didn't really need (but made him feel a bit more like himself) and affected a thoughtful frown (as much as his face would allow).
"I feel like perhaps that rule should extend to all of us?" he proffered.
Caine tilted his head before snapping his fingers to reconstitute the squishy bear-ball Bran was to its correct form.
"GOOD POINT!" he projected enthusiastically. "Canons, in hindsight, are not an efficient form of transportation!"
"Thank you for that public service announcement," Z0oble droned with sarcasm as they folded the book on their torso. "You good, sparkles?"
Bran looked up at the warmly delivered nickname and nodded. It was very odd being reconstituted. It was a little disorienting, to be honest. But he didn't ultimately hate it enough not to chance it when agreeing to a game. He was never a gamer, per se, in life in a human body. But, for some reason, it was way more entertaining to do as a character who couldn't actually become irreparably injured.
"Yep!" he exclaimed. He flexed his form a couple of times, bouncing a little without leaving the floor. "That was fun!"
"Heh...really?" the rag doll said as she sat down heavily on the couch next to K!nger.
"Yeah! I mean, I think I always kind of wanted to fly? I felt weightless until...well..."
"Splat?" P0mni offered.
"Mmm, harsh but accurate. But a guy like me doesn't get to feel weightless too much. I liked that part!" He patted his roundness jovially.
"Hmm," K!nger made a motion to scratch a chin that wasn't there in thought. "I suppose we could create some sort of outer space environment without gravity."
"Or we could just go to the beach..." Pomni offered with a smile.
Bran's eyes enlarged dramatically.
"Huh, we actually haven't done that in a while," Z0oble said.
"I could definitely use some relaxation after that game," said R@gatha.
Caine gasped, "Oh wow! I DON'T THINK I HAVE A BATHING SUIT! What to wear..."
With that it was decided that it was time for a beach day. But before they left G@ngle showed Bran her drawing.
"What do you think?" she said with poorly hidden mischeif.
Bran looked down at a very well-drawn picture of himself on the floor, deflated, with his sparkling innards in a puddle around him, and a goofy face with a hand raised in a thumbs up.
"Aww," he said with a smile. "You really caught my best side, sweetie!" He booped her mask gently.
The ribbon girl giggled with a blush.
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Bran could float! That was only the second most amusing thing that had occurred so far. The swimsuit he was given was a speedo and no top. In life, Bran would've never worn a speedo. In this digital life, it was so amusing a concept that he fully enjoyed the ridiculousness of it.
As he floated wearing a pair of sunglasses in the middle of the water like a large pool inflatable, light refracting from his glittery insides to sparkle in the water around him, P0mni swam up.
"Hey," she said. "Can I hold on to your arm?"
"Mmhm," he replied lazily as he smiled at her beneath the dark purple lenses of his glasses.
"Cool. Uh. Thanks for being such a trooper in the game today! It didn't exactly go as planned." She chuckled nervously.
Bran shrugged, "I think it went pretty well, actually! There is some...hm...allure in knowing you can't really be hurt to see how far you can push it, y'know?"
"Hm. Yeah. I guess I never thought of it that way." She squinted toward above his shoulder then. "What's that?"
There was a raised concentration of glitter embedded in his rubber skin in curved lines on each side of the upper section of his body.
"Oh! Yeah, those are where my top surgery scars were in my human body. Weird they transferred over, huh?" he said conversationally.
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean...of course they are..."
"P0mni, it's okay! I'm totally comfortable with my body and the story it tells. I'm not upset. Kinda glad they followed me, honestly. The glitter is a little excessive, but I guess my...'mind file' was just as extra as my personality, huh?" he said.
The jester giggled. "Seems we're all a little extra."
"Interesting people are," he confirmed.
"Canon ball!" A set of teeth in a striped swimsuit from the 1920's yelled.
"Triggered?" Bran exclaimed before a huge wave of water was created by the enthusiastic AI dispersing way more water than his digital form should physical be able to cause.
Bran and P0mni were violently swept to the beach shore. The purple bear felt his innards sloshing violently amongst the wave before landing roughly and the jester was flown deeply into his cushy form, agitating his innards all the more.
"Oof!" he called out but held the small woman on so she didn't rebound onto the beach.
"Woah! Oh!" P0mni looked at him sheepishly. "Thanks!"
"No proble-HU'UP!" Bran covered his mouth with a sparkling hand. "Oop! HUGGULP!"
P0mni made a noise of surprise as she was jostled dramatically on his bouncing body until he let go of her so she could disembark.
"You okay?" she asked.
"HYULGK! Yeah sorry!" he replied quickly. Each hiccup bounced him a little on the sand before he rolled himself up.
The ringmaster seemed oblivious to the cacophony he'd caused as he did a backstroke in a lazy circle.
"No big deal," P0mni was saying as Bran continued to hiccup. "It was a soft landing at least!"
Bran meant about the hiccups, but he found himself uncharacteristically bashful regarding them. Usually, Bran enjoyed having hiccups around others, but he preferred strangers. It was a lot more intimidating to repeatedly have hiccups with people who he'd been forming real meaningful friendships with.
"I'm HYULP! at least g-HUGGUP! good for that!" he tried to say quickly between the bounding of his body.
"You got them but good this time, sparkles!" he heard Z0oble say.
The mishmash of shapes and colors was under an umbrella next to their red ribbon girlfriend.
"Aww," said the red ribbon girlfriend.
"Heh-HUGGULP! part of m-HYEEGULP! my charm!" Bran suppressed a hiccup and his body rebounded with such drama he thought he would fall over. The glitter snapped into a swirl and bubbles tornadoed.
"HIGurp! Oh! Scuse m-IGGUP! me!" he said as he patted bellow his neck, his body jiggling in another round hiccup.
"Very charming," G@ngle said. She was picking up on her partner's sarcasm, though it was delivered much sweeter.
Bran found himself chuckling.
"Hey! What's this!" Caine was holding up a small string of yellow in examination.
"Isn't that your swimsuit?" R@gatha asked Bran.
Bran's head shot down to his body, it completely naked of any clothing, and back up to the AI holding his speedo in deep curiosity and he started laughing. This set his poor spasming body in overdrive.
"Is it a hat?" the teeth wondered and Z0oble suddenly ripped off their sunglasses and ran for the water.
"Do not put that on your head!" they demanded as if reprimanding a child.
Bran meanwhile was hiccuping like mad still next to P0mni, stretched out on a beach recliner, it jolting with every movement. The jester was catching her breath from laughing and sighed before turning toward him.
"HIGGULP!-GULP!-ULP!-HYUP!-HUGGAH!-HYULP!-HULP!" Bran performed like a large squishy clock with a soggy second hand. His body crested roundly with every hiccup. The area below his neck and over his scars suctioned it simultaneously.
Pops of rubber stretching and snapping back along with the slaps of water in his body buckling and sloshing coincided as well. It was all very dramatic, but Bran was anything but concerned or uncomfortable despite the visual appearance of it.
"Ooh. Is there anything I can do to help?" the pale girl asked him with sympathy and concern.
"I-HIGGULGK!-don't th-HIGG'P!-so, b-HUGGUP!-ut thanks," he struggled to respond.
The hiccups felt amazing, but he wasn't in any desperation to satiate himself. With the soda machine in his room, he'd been able to get his needs met enough to not feel too aroused with these unexpected cases.
"Oh," P0mni said, a bit disappointed.
Bran knew how important it was to the woman to be able to offer some service to everyone. It wasn't necessarily a desire to fix people, though a less balanced version of the tendency might manifest that way, including overextending herself into harm or being taken advantage of, eaten alive by a self-driven expectation to fix people resentful or ungrateful for her compassion.
"May-HEEGUP!-be you HU'ULGK! could di-HIGGURGK!-stract HYULP! me?" he offered.
P0mni brightened a little at that.
And so, she spoke to Bran, aware he wasn't able to really answer except to nod. Her soft voice shared more not only about the life in the C!rcus but also little glimpses into her life before becoming a digital character. The artist turned water-filled rubber bear was honored by the frankness and trust she put in him.
He was also appreciative of how everyone else was still doing their own thing around the pool. After Z0oble grappled Bran's speedo away from Caine and offered it up to Bran (which he shook his head to), they threw it in the deceptively deep waters of the beach pool where it belonged. They were now relaxing back with G@ngle.
R@gatha was having a lively conversation with K!nger and the aforementioned gummy toothman in where the chess piece was doing a lot of good-natured chuckling and the other seemed constantly lost as he'd manifested a crescent moon shaped floaty to sit on.
Bran admired how the two were patient with Caine in explaining the cultural significance of their jokes leading to an uproaring burst of laughter sporadically from his toothy face.
"He's grown a lot," P0mni suddenly said, distracted too by the loud guffaws.
"Wh-HUGGUP!-uh, who has?" Bran asked. He was finally getting to a limit with his hiccups and was ready to be free of the constant jiggling and inability to speak.
"Caine," she said, nodding to the AI.
"Ah-HYULP!"
"He got...well...he was always a little scary. But when K!nger thought he deleted him for good, right before, he was terrifying!" she said.
"What cha-HNG'UH!-changed?" he asked.
"I dunno. He was in the void." Bran had a loose understanding of the void. She continued, "I don't think he ever wanted to hurt us. He just didn't understand what to do. No one ever told him, y'know? He was just...doing what he thought he should do without any care to actually ask the people it was affecting."
"Sound li-IGGULP!-like a lot HYUGGUP! of politici--URGK!-ugh, politicians honest-ULNGK!-honestly." His hiccups were finally slowing, but the snapping of his body from the partially suppressed one was enough to be uncomfortable.
"Heh." She hummed. "Repressed man-child?"
"Hm, I've me-HYEEULP!-met too man-HEEP!"
"That sounds like a story!" P0mni seemed excited to hear the tea.
"Maybe H'YULP! after the-HMP'UP!-these go aw-HALP!-away!"
"Deal," P0mni said.
"Ugh!" Bran said as he dramatically threw his head back hiccuping twice in a row, plap plap of his body. "I th-HYULP! think I'll go rest th-HIGGUP! these away. Thanks fo-HER'GUP! the conv-HERG'L-sation, P0mn-HEEG!"
"Sure, Bran. If you need anything..." She smiled sweetly.
"I wi-ILP!-will."
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Bran laid in his bed as his hiccups continued to slow. He meditated on his situation with a seriousness to his proclivities he hadn't allowed himself to consider before.
Would anyone ever find out about why he got the hiccups so frequently? Surely Caine was privy to at least a fraction of the reason judging by some of the knowing looks he'd received. But did he know the full story? Did he know that Bran was aroused by his hiccups? By all hiccups?
Would there be a time when someone would have to know? Or would find out? Or was he overthinking the importance?
The hiccups finally stopped. Even though he didn't need to breathe, he did it anyway and watched the reflection of glitter from inside his body on the ceiling above him, like his own planetarium.
He went over to work on his manifestations; sculptures made from his mind on pedestals. Large-bellied forms without limbs. Mugs and vessels. A face he once was.
|| CONTENT WARNING ||
Day prompt based on a Fandom
Artificial Intelligence Hiccups
Hints of teasing
Presence of an obnoxious character
Implications of internal panic
Mentions of frustration
The vibrant corridors were at a dim cast of light than the usually well-lit glow that the jester took note of. They have just woken up from a nap. Well, it is more so of deep pondering about their new life and recent events being in a virtual world and with an excruciatingly mad host that is keeping the said "world" meaning new home together. Can life throw any more curveballs whilst its at it?
The jester rubbed their eyes, making their way to the center of the tent they reside in for "forever" it seems like. Until they were unexpectedly teleported to a different area in the tent.
"Gah! Wuh…?" It left them in a slight woozy state. A hand on their head as they process what had happened.
"What just-," then, their words got cut off, when they heard a sudden yell out of nowhere near them.
"OH-****!" The triangle-shaped head hissed sharply at their fall, a frustrated look in their eyes. They turn to see the jester who was confused and felt the need to be concerned and question about what had happened to the both of them.
"What's going on exactly?" The jester asked with concern, their back slouched a bit and eyes seeking for an answer.
The triangle-shaped head slowly stood upright and spoke in a low and annoyed tone after a grunt, "Apparently, HE'S what's going on." they pointed over from afar.
They looked over to the host floating near the stage with a few of the other individuals, seemingly trying to talk about something while also hiding from him. The jester then noticed the host twitched in a jolt action, making the map glitch a bit out of place. Something is going on, alright.
Once the host was gone in a cloud, the jester and triangle-shaped head made their way to the others. A raggedy plush waved over to them, immediately greeting and checking them making sure they are not affected harshly from a current problem at hand.
"Hey, you two! Oh, I'm glad that you're alright." The raggedy plush spoke to the triangle-shaped head with a mellow, heartfelt tone of concern in their voice.
The jester then shot a question, "Has something happened?" They felt the need to ask.
The raggedy plush and a king piece looked at each other, before the place rumbled a quick second, leaving the group in a state of shock but no panic, or perhaps there is, internal-wise. The raggedy plush decided on explaining.
"Well, it's just a minor inconvenience. Don't worry though, he'll be able to fix it as soon as possible. I hope." By he, they mean the host. "But just so you know, do be careful whenever you're around him."
The raggedy plush ended with an advice. It left the jester curious to ask more.
"Why do you say that?" The jester spoke until shifting their head to another voice from the group.
"Because, you will be subject to a different kind of fun." With a sly, shut grin, an obnoxious rabbit stood with their arms crossed.
"Not helping!" The raggedy plush shook their head in disapproval to their reply.
The jester raised a brow before turning their attention to the triangle-shaped head. "He just have a case of the hiccups, technologically-speaking."
"What?" The jester plainly questioned in confusion and curiosity. But mostly confusion.
How does that work and make any sense exactly? And how did it all started? If one were to incorporate artificial intelligence having a case, it would involve something in their system unit like a malfunction in their coding or a foreign anonymity might have breached and entered into their functions.
"He's a bit aware of it, given that the whole tent is affected, not to mention, it might also not end well for us." The raggedy plush told the jester.
"Yeah, like how they were teleported out of nowhere earlier." The obnoxious rabbit spoke and emphasized, a thumb pointing over to the triangle-shaped head who gave a pissed off look at them.
"Wait until it's your turn!" They scowled back at the rabbit.
What has been given resorts to being similar to the natural involuntary action a human normally experience. If an artificial intelligent were to have it, it may or may not differ and stray away from that of a human body.
Precaution is taken in all seriousness for this matter. The jester figured that when the host hitched, it affects the place to change and individuals to teleport to some place different.
But that is only one result, possible there may be more, and the jester along with the others do not want to know half of it.
"As long as we keep our distance from him, I think we'll be okay." The raggedy plush tried to offer some reassurance to them all.
Suddenly, the tent shook side to side, a quick change of the place made the group hide anywhere that is safe, not wanting to deal with this nonsense.
The jester slightly hyperventilated as they hid, a hand on their chest to calm themselves down. Most of them, then, checked the place with hesitation once the shaking subsided.
"Is everyone alright?" The raggedy plush asked, the others nodding and showing themselves.
"Are you good over there?" Then they asked the king piece who gave a thumbs up in return.
Until another rumble shook the tent. The items and blocks floated shifting in places.
One of the items affected was the king piece's pillow fortress, which they took notice immediately and screamed, "AAH!" concerned for their safe pillow igloo that has disappeared.
Another rumble rose, it made the place shake and shift randomly. That case of his sure is active. Unfortunately, it teleported Ribbons and Triangle-shaped head to the stage rather than the floor.
"Oh my goodness!" The raggedy plush called out to them, checking and making sure if they were fine.
"We're okay…" Ribbons spoke with a wince at their fall.
The obnoxious rabbit chuckled. "That fall was comical, Ribbons! Do it again." Their grin grew in amusement. How could they find humor to that mishap?
With the third wave though, the obnoxious rabbit fell in a black hole that opened underneath them, sending them to fall on top of a floating block. They grunted, face planted on the cube. The two who were at the stage watched it happened, looking at each other.
"Eh, serves them right." The triangle-shaped head commented with no regret.
"Guh! When will this be over?" The obnoxious rabbit spoke in frustration and attitude as they sat on the edge of the floating block with their arms crossed, not happy about this inconvenience.
"We'll just have to wait!" The raggedy plush replied in return, ignoring the murmuring of irritation from the rabbit.
A few more of the earthquakes and changing of the map, it was in a rapid succession. The group figured that it must be quite a stubborn case the host has. They were all completely done with this. The group just want it to be over already. And if that thought was going to happen sooner than later, the host just had to add up to the internal panic and longing of rest as he made his presence known with the group after a long while. In a rushed and iconic host tone, they spoke with the accompanied sounds of the case that is somewhat similar to a human's sounds.
"Hello! my HUCK!-lucky stars-" The host exclaimed with glee.
They all called him out of his name in unison. Then the rabbit spoke. Their voice echoed faintly from above, still stuck on the same floating block.
"Uuugh! No luck with that? Could you please hurry it up! I've been up here for ages!" The rabbit dragged their groan, complaining as they looked down at the host.
"My-my, you should've called me!" The host snapped their fingers to return the way things are back to normal.
But they let out another hitch again, snapping their fingers once more. It happened again and again, until is was a quick cycle.
They all called out to the host again, making him stop in his tracks as he realized his distracted-self. He spoke. "Oh, my bad! HIRK!-RR'Rrr!" It comes out in a fuzzy static.
The tent shook with intensity, glitching a bit, now that the one with the case was at close proximity.
"UH! Do you have something to tell us?! The raggedy plush called out as they hid behind a couch.
The host looked at them. Not them thinking about it, floating mid-air for a few moments on why they were there instead of managing to resolve his case.
The host's eyes shifted to walled, a bright tone on their voice as they held their finger up.
"Ah-ha! Yes, of course. Now I remember why I'm here!" He said with a delightful tone. They all looked at him, anticipating provision of some good news about this matter.
"I still have them." The host said in a defeated and nonchalant tone, back slouching and hands fall to the side.
The group groaned in unison at the end, thinking that this particular episode is accompanied with a case and its about to go crazy or rather, it had already been crazy. It will be quite a long day as the group hid and scattered. This adventure was uncalled for.
shoutout to stacky for finding it !!!!!!!!!!! i had checked kal's blog already but the censoring made the search harder and i gave up because i am just a stupid
yk how i hc demon froggy's to sound like he's croaking
what do we think of d!gital froggy's sounding like that cuz idk actually
fuckass purple bnuuy is squeaky ofc, that's the rule that's the goal now
what abt everyone else in there 🤔🤔
i still need that older fic one of y'all did who did that i remember i reblogged it in surprise that y'all were writing hicfics about the tooth man but y'all know i have way too many reblogs to sift through 😭
