*It was late one night in the pizzeria, and Ames was bored and trying to figure out something to do, during her search for something to do, she stumbles backstage, and begins to look around in fascination as she had never been back there before*
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Looking around would reveal a metal skeleton--one of the endoskeletons used for the animatronics. Curious...
I recently exposed my current Dungeon Master to The Magnus archives. And based on the session today… I fear I’ve made a big mistake. I fear for my characters lives and the lives of their friends more than ever before.
In short.
Don’t let your DM listen to Magnus Archives. They get too many ideas. It’s frightening
today i was to start writing about my findings about the state of the world following the worldwide destruction of the war, in effort to keep myself sane in the desolate wasteland. instead, during my travel into the city to find supplies, i found a child.
a little girl. her skin is pale, a blue-grey not unlike my own. i fear she may be sick. she is terrified, underneath her mask of bravery. she jumps at any sudden sound outside of camp and it makes my heart ache. i had given her a doll, a bear. i think? i had hoped it would calm her, and i am grateful it did. we had talked for a while, in the rubble of that toystore. i think she had been alone for a while before i had found her. she kept looking at me like i'd disappear...
she is the first person i have come into contact with since the world ended. i dont know who is luckier,
no child should have to live through this, especially not one as young as she. she is around five, if i had to guess? much to young to be alone. especially out here.
i wont disappear, marceline.
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after nearly a week i finally finish the introduction post ! this was supposed to be posted alongside the pinned post, but i hadnt finished it at the time and wanted to take my time to give myself the ability to properly color and line the art. aside from working on this ive already began work on answering the first ask for this blog! so keep them coming, of course, updates will be slow due to the effort i will be putting into each ask.
thank you all for being so receptive to my silly idea!! expect more in the coming weeks!
why, hello guys! it's good to see you two getting along so well :)! but er... Simon, you've still got your crown? you're looking surprisingly..... sane.... and not blue..... how did you manage that?
imagine a forest so dense and green. mist clings to treetrunks. saplings dangle like churchbells. everything is quiet. it's so quiet.
come, you hear someone say. you can't place it. the voice was carried by a chilly breeze. have a seat, dear. so you go. leather boots on damp moss. palm against dewy fern. eyes ahead, searching for someone you've never known.
meadow sparrows sing and red-chested doves coo, their talons clutching narrow branches. you duck beneath them, following the winding path of soft soil, polished river stones, thorny bramble, speckled fungi, and summer lilies.
there is a teahouse nearby. you can taste it in the air.
Simon, darlin, Betty wanted you to move on, right? ...don't you think it's time you throw out your statue of GOLB? I think... maybe getting rid of the ritual components might be a good idea. At least, if you get another moment of crazy and depression where you start thinking about trying again, not having the supplies on hand might help. the voices in your head are worried for you, darlin.
SO slow, in fact, that only two people had ended up coming that day. So the ghost kids had decided (well, Tricia came up with the idea, which the others ended up going with), to leave their animatronic bodies and sneak out for the day.
They’d had a good time, got to visit another location and meet a friendly, if kind of weird, sun-headed bot, but now, hours later, here they were. Sneaking back into their pizzeria in the dead of night, hoping they wouldn’t get caught.