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songwriter-scorned · 4 years
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“...Did you lose your sense of sight to the puddles, by chance? I fail to understand how a body made of ink could be seen as... attractive in any sense.”
“Either way, this body is the product of trial and error. Reformation is a delicate and painstaking process.”
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songwriter-scorned · 4 years
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“And once you’ve found yours, you’d best take care to keep it.”
“Many are desperate these days.”
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songwriter-scorned · 5 years
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Happy Halloween, my little sheep.
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songwriter-scorned · 5 years
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“They used to be scattered all over the studio. As long as you were quick, you were guaranteed to find one for yourself.”
“But now... the ink hearts can only be found on The Projectionist’s Level. He doesn’t take kindly to sharing... None who are caught stealing from him escape without being sent back to the puddles.”
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songwriter-scorned · 5 years
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“Many Searchers are still tied to the puddles due to what they lack. Those ones have much less sentience, and are... difficult to work with.”
“I try my best to guide them all to safety. Lost Ones and Searchers alike deserve to be kept away from harm...”
“Away from him.” 
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songwriter-scorned · 5 years
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“I didn’t realise… is it really my birthday today?”
“…”
“Either way, thank you for this gift. It means a lot to me.”
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songwriter-scorned · 5 years
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“There are few things in this world that I hate with all my heart and soul...”
“Joey Drew is one of those things.”
“Perhaps it would be best for all of us if you refrained from asking about him, little sheep.”
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songwriter-scorned · 5 years
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“I’m afraid I’ve even forgotten their names. I don’t recall what they were like, or what happened to them.”
“Perhaps that’s for the best, though. I like to pretend that they managed to flee this studio before the ink claimed them.”
“I wish I knew more...”
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songwriter-scorned · 5 years
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 “Our ink is tainted. I would hate for you to be dragged down into the puddles because of us…”
“Just knowing that you care is comforting enough. Thank you, little sheep.”
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songwriter-scorned · 5 years
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“We are the ones who were left behind.”
“We are fragments of the past.”
“We are what’s left.”
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songwriter-scorned · 5 years
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“Many of us used to, but not anymore.”
“Years of praise and worship, and what has he done for us?”
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songwriter-scorned · 5 years
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“One never truly dies here. We are all reborn from the ink, like a phoenix from ash.”
“Though I would personally argue that returning to the puddles is a fate worse than death. There are so many voices… you can never truly know which one is your own."
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songwriter-scorned · 5 years
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“Are you lost, little sheep? Worry not, it seems that the demon has left us - for now, at least.”
“You seem rather confused... Is there something you wish to ask me?”
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