:(

Can I use it this time 🥺

............ Princess

I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING

Gretchen? Adeline? Duke? Are you alright? "Woe is me, a postmodern Cassandra."

Gretchen? Kayla? Duke? Are you alright? "Woe is me, a postmodern Cassandra."

You need not confront the convenient lies your comfortable existence now hinges about. You remain ignorant — and, in your ignorance, you are happy... At least, as happy as a corpse can be.

Traits.

Adeline: Of course it's not your fault... Adeline: (Mystical) It's my fault. I knew something was going to happen last night. If only I'd pushed harder to get us to leave...

// i should replace keen eye just to make addy suffer

(unconvincingly) ghost turned me into a MILF

No, Tabitha, this isn't what it's like to be high. "Oh, so you *know* what it's like to be high, then. Noted."

I don't think this is the sort of thing anybody needs to apologize for. Even if we both feel empty. Even if an important part of us is gone.

// might do a new canon adeline run..... mystical fits better than street smart methinks

// even worse. it's 15-20 years now

I've tried to... ㅤchange your minds about all this... ㅤㅤ> PETALY ㅤㅤㅤfrom DELTARUNE CHAPTER 3. ㅤㅤ> #DELTARUNERP #DRRP ㅤㅤㅤ #UNDERTALERP #UTRP #MVRP ㅤㅤ> Character is not mine. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ"I don't like this," I've told yourself... ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤI was never, like this. ㅤㅤㅤㅤThis place was MINE the way it was!

tfw i walk home and

You won't be able to save everyone. You might not even be able to save yourself. Welcome home.

I'll give you a winter prediction: It's gonna be cold, it's gonna be grey, and it's gonna last you for the rest of your life.

AND YOU FEEL IT START TO ROT, AND YOU BEG FOR IT TO STOP,

This is a nightmare. Wake up. "It's not."

You won't be able to save everyone. You might not even be able to save yourself.

I want to be somewhere else. I want... I want... to feel at ease. But. I'm so tired.

Even if everyone could hear me right now... what would I even have to say? How did I even get here? I can't fight, I can't drive... I got carried here, and now I'm hopeless!

PAIN. ROT. DECAY.

And then out of the be-fucking-lue, everything gets substantially darker. Not pitch black mind you. Not even power failure black. More like a cloud passing over the sun. Make that a storm. Though there is no storm. No clouds. It’s a bright day and anyway I’m inside. I wish that had been all.

You’ll detect slow and subtle shifts going on all around you, more importantly shifts in you. Worse, you’ll realize it’s always been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts, a vast shimmer, only dark like a room. But you won’t understand why or how.

It doesn’t matter what you look like, it doesn’t matter how much you’ve changed. Stop wandering and come home.

Ok <walks away in a direction you cant see or imagine>

Something's broken, something's failing, rotting!!!

Like a creeping mold, the complete reality of your existence threads its way through your mind.

HIDE, HIDE I'LL FIND YOU SOON ENOUGH your bones will harden and your skin will slough [MAKING AN OFFER? GENUINELY THINKS THIS IS A GOOD THING?]

I didn’t think much of it, though it wasn’t exactly the kind of thing you forget either.

Out of the blue, beyond any cause you can trace, you’ll suddenly realize things are not how you perceived them to be at all.

I still get nightmares. In fact I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I'm not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares.

Approaching the seesaw, it doesn't look like anyone's used it for years. You imagine a ghostly child sitting on the other side, waiting countless days for someone to come play with them. You feel tears in the corners of your eyes.

You awake in a wasteland not meant for you. The ground underneath you screams. The sky above violently pulls you. And the air around you presses down, trying to worm its way in.

Monsters make people desperate... And desperation turns people into monsters.

It’s our natures. Why else does anything in the world happen? Because we were made for this from birth, darling, every moment inexplicable and inevitable.

Of course I recognize you. Those eyes. That nose. That’s still you.

In a way, recordings have the power to raise the dead. They're kind of scary.

Madness comes when the ant, for a moment, can see as a human does.

Brother, you should put me in front of a firing squad. I have no words for how I failed you.

You won't be able to save everyone. You might not even be able to save yourself.

IT'S NOT ABOUT ANYTHING YOU'RE DOING WRONG, IT'S ABOUT EVERYTHING I'M NOT DOING /RIGHT/.

OH FUCK WHAT A HORRIBLE NIGHT TO HAVE A CURSE. WHAT A COMPLETE DOGSHIT ASS NIGHT FOR A CURSE. GOD WHAT A FUCKING NIGHT, MY DUDE. FOR A CURSE Ι MEAN. FUCK THIS.

I'm used to the taste of blood in my mouth.