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*gives the bench a dream nail*

??uh okay thanks for the gift-

[around it, hundreds of spirits slowly fade in. it doesn't recognize any, not personally.

first come the bugs from the citadel. each has a cracked shell, all on their same left side. all in tattered citadel garb. it thinks they deserve what happened to them.

then come common bugs. bugs who hadn't done anything. not to the Skarr, not to the bench. simple travelers. with the same scars as their choir of predecessors; crumbled shells, ripped robes.

it never recognizes the faces of those its trap has claimed. why would it? they're always fleeting, temporary. at first, it was like a game. bug sits on the bench, bug is knocked off of the bench. simple, easy, and fun for a while. it only recognizes the mark it left on them.

.. it spots an odd one out. one that doesn't fit in with the others. scarred, but not from a swinging claw. scarred from time, circumstance. this is the only time the bench feels guilt. this is the only one. it does not care about the others, ended early by its sole purpose. it only cares about this one.]

...you're here?

@thesafestbench

thesafestbench

…why wouldn’t I be

…

It’s not like I want to stay in Bilewater

yourfavoritebench

..i guess that's true.

in that case, why aren't you like.. traveling the world? isn't that something you wanted to do?

thesafestbench

I did yes...

But I wanted to stay with you more...

yourfavoritebench

why? I couldn't do anything for you before, and I definitely.. can't now...

and I'm stuck at this lake. you've already been here..

thesafestbench

I'm here because I care about you and I love you.

yourfavoritebench

I.. I love you too.

but– you could be doing so much more! seeing so much more.. without me.

yourfavoritebench

*gives the bench a dream nail*

??uh okay thanks for the gift-

[around it, hundreds of spirits slowly fade in. it doesn't recognize any, not personally.

first come the bugs from the citadel. each has a cracked shell, all on their same left side. all in tattered citadel garb. it thinks they deserve what happened to them.

then come common bugs. bugs who hadn't done anything. not to the Skarr, not to the bench. simple travelers. with the same scars as their choir of predecessors; crumbled shells, ripped robes.

it never recognizes the faces of those its trap has claimed. why would it? they're always fleeting, temporary. at first, it was like a game. bug sits on the bench, bug is knocked off of the bench. simple, easy, and fun for a while. it only recognizes the mark it left on them.

.. it spots an odd one out. one that doesn't fit in with the others. scarred, but not from a swinging claw. scarred from time, circumstance. this is the only time the bench feels guilt. this is the only one. it does not care about the others, ended early by its sole purpose. it only cares about this one.]

...you're here?

@thesafestbench

thesafestbench

…why wouldn’t I be

…

It’s not like I want to stay in Bilewater

yourfavoritebench

..i guess that's true.

in that case, why aren't you like.. traveling the world? isn't that something you wanted to do?

thesafestbench

I did yes...

But I wanted to stay with you more...

yourfavoritebench

why? I couldn't do anything for you before, and I definitely.. can't now...

and I'm stuck at this lake. you've already been here..

yourfavoritebench

*gives the bench a dream nail*

??uh okay thanks for the gift-

[around it, hundreds of spirits slowly fade in. it doesn't recognize any, not personally.

first come the bugs from the citadel. each has a cracked shell, all on their same left side. all in tattered citadel garb. it thinks they deserve what happened to them.

then come common bugs. bugs who hadn't done anything. not to the Skarr, not to the bench. simple travelers. with the same scars as their choir of predecessors; crumbled shells, ripped robes.

it never recognizes the faces of those its trap has claimed. why would it? they're always fleeting, temporary. at first, it was like a game. bug sits on the bench, bug is knocked off of the bench. simple, easy, and fun for a while. it only recognizes the mark it left on them.

.. it spots an odd one out. one that doesn't fit in with the others. scarred, but not from a swinging claw. scarred from time, circumstance. this is the only time the bench feels guilt. this is the only one. it does not care about the others, ended early by its sole purpose. it only cares about this one.]

...you're here?

@thesafestbench

thesafestbench

…why wouldn’t I be

…

It’s not like I want to stay in Bilewater

yourfavoritebench

..i guess that's true.

in that case, why aren't you like.. traveling the world? isn't that something you wanted to do?

*gives the bench a dream nail*

??uh okay thanks for the gift-

[around it, hundreds of spirits slowly fade in. it doesn't recognize any, not personally.

first come the bugs from the citadel. each has a cracked shell, all on their same left side. all in tattered citadel garb. it thinks they deserve what happened to them.

then come common bugs. bugs who hadn't done anything. not to the Skarr, not to the bench. simple travelers. with the same scars as their choir of predecessors; crumbled shells, ripped robes.

it never recognizes the faces of those its trap has claimed. why would it? they're always fleeting, temporary. at first, it was like a game. bug sits on the bench, bug is knocked off of the bench. simple, easy, and fun for a while. it only recognizes the mark it left on them.

.. it spots an odd one out. one that doesn't fit in with the others. scarred, but not from a swinging claw. scarred from time, circumstance. this is the only time the bench feels guilt. this is the only one. it does not care about the others, ended early by its sole purpose. it only cares about this one.]

...you're here?

@thesafestbench

(The Ouija Board is Ringing)

(...you know who it's for...)

(...Don't You?)

..this isn't fair. I don't.. I can't face them.

I want to.. gods, I want to. but I..

it's.. funny. I want to keep their memory alive, but it hurts more than anything to think about them.

maybe it's revenge.. hah, I couldn't help them, so I have to go on with the memory that the one being I didn't want to trap, or kill, died because of me.. one way or another.

I didn't want to trap them..

[the Ouija board is left untouched.]

thesafestbench

Puts the baby bench on a hammock and makes it swing gently.

The bench falls asleep

absbabbababbssba

@yourfavoritebench

yourfavoritebench

surely a bench on a hammock can't be comfortable.. whatever, as long as it's happy..

(Its an Ouija board)

(...Call a Spirit?)

if.. if I did, it would be temporary.

...i don't want to have to say goodbye again.

maybe them disappearing beforehand was.. for the best. I don't think I could...

handle.. seeing it. if I.. saw.. I just.

I don't know. what I want. this.. I don't...

i love you. I loved you? I..

safey wanted to tell you something before they died by the way.

They wanted to say goodbye and I love you, and please don’t worry too much

I

...

I love you too...

*sits down*

*click*

WHAM

-like uhh idk 5 masks for the funnies DISINTEGRATE

- from @the-red-ball

The red ball does not speak to the bench; it only tests to see how much weight it can put on the bench in blocks of soil before the mechanism activates.

uh. hey I could just like tell you how many reaches the weight limit. it's five-

*click*

WHAM

yeah, see