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ㅤ ㅤ ❛ ⠀┈ 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊 , ㅤ 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙩 of ｃｌａｙ #sonicexerp ｡ ... ㅤ 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 ᗯᕼᗩT , your " 𝐜'𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐞'𝐬 " ⛧ ⁱ ʰᵃᵗᵉ ʸᵒᵘ .. ㅤ ⠀┈┈ 𝙉𝘼Ï𝙑𝙀𝙏É .ᐟ .ᐟ ˎˊ˗ ❜ ㅤ

ᅠ ᏁᎧᎥᏕᏋ. ᏁᎧᎥᏕᏋ, ᏁᎧᎥᏕᏋ, ᏁᎧᎥᏕᏋ. ᏰᏋ ᎤᏬᎥᏋᏖ. ᅠ

⠀ ᎥᏁᏕᏬᎦᎦᏋᏒᏗᏰᏝᏋ. ᎶᎧ ᎦᏬፈᏦ ᎥᏁ ᎮᏒᎥᏉᏗᏖᏋ ᏗᏝᏒᏋᏗᎴᎩ. ᏕᎧᎷᏋ ᎧᎦ ᏬᏕ ᏇᏗᏁᏖ ᏖᎧ ᏕᏝᏋᏋᎮ. ⠀

⠀ ? ⠀

⠀ ... { <- Wants to go too, but not going to admit it. } ⠀

⠀ { There isn't a change in his expression. } ᎩᎧᏬ'ᏒᏋ ᏝᎩᎥᏁᎶ. ᎩᎧᏬ'ᏒᏋ ᏇᏋᏗᏦ. ᎮᎧᏕᏕᏋᏕᏕᎥᏁᎶ Ꮧ ᎦᏝᏋᏕᏂᎩ ᏰᏗᎶ ᎧᎦ ᏰᏝᎧᎧᎴ. ᏇᏂᏗᏖ ፈᎧᏬᏝᎴ ᎩᎧᏬ ᎴᎧ? ᎷᎥᏁᎴᎶᏗᎷᏋ ᎷᏋ ᏖᎧ ᎴᏋᏗᏖᏂ? ⠀

⠀ { There's an unfeeling stare as EXE's grasp tightens. } ᏰᏋ ᎤᏬᎥᏋᏖ. ⠀

⠀ { EXE's hand shoots up to grab Habit's wrist. } ⠀

⠀ ᎩᎧᏬ ᎷᏬᏕᏖ ᏝᎧᏉᏋ ᏖᏂᏋ ᏕᎧᏬᏁᎴ ᎧᎦ ᎩᎧᏬᏒ ᎧᏇᏁ ᏉᎧᎥፈᏋ. ⠀

⠀ { A squint. EXE approaches, grabbing the end of the arm with a lot more force than one would expect, inspecting it. Not that he means to. This is his first time out. } ᎷᏬᏖᏗᏖᎥᎧᏁ. ᎥᏕ ᎥᏖ ᎮᏗᎥᏁᎦᏬᏝ? ⠀

⠀ Ꭵ'Ꮇ ᏁᎧᏖ ᎶᎧᎥᏁᎶ ᏖᎧ ᏰᏋ ፈᏂᏗᎥᏁᏋᎴ ᏰᎩ ᎩᎧᏬ ᎧᏒ ᏗᏁᎩ ᎧᏖᏂᏋᏒ "ᏝᎧᏒᎴ" ᏗᏁᎩ ᎷᎧᏒᏋ. ⠀

⠀ Ꭵ'Ꮇ ፈᏬᏒᎥᎧᏬᏕ. ⠀

⠀ ... { A blank stare. } ᏇᏂᏗᏖ'Ꮥ ᏇᎥᏖᏂ ᎩᎧᏬᏒ ᏗᏒᎷ? ⠀

⠀ ᏗᎷ Ꭵ ᏕᏬᎮᎮᎧᏕᏋᎴ ᏖᎧ ᏦᏁᎧᏇ ᎩᎧᏬ? ⠀

⠀ ᎦᎥᏝᏖᏂᎩ ⠀

⠀ Ꭵ'ᏉᏋ ᏖᏗᏦᏋᏁ ᏁᎧᏖᏂᎥᏁᎶ. ᎩᎧᏬᏒ ᎶᏒᏋᏋᎴ ፈᎧᏁᏕᏬᎷᏋᎴ ᏗᏁᎩ ᎧᎮᏖᎥᎧᏁ Ꭵ ᏂᏗᎴ. ⠀

⠀ ㄚㄖㄩ'尺乇 丂ㄖ 千ㄩㄥㄥ ㄖ千 ㄚㄖㄩ尺丂乇ㄥ千. ⠀

⠀ ... ⠀

⠀ RRJAGAGAHAGGAHHGA

⠀ { A thud. What was it, that feeling? The chains that bound... all gone. It made him sick. Like a dog on a leash. Still, he couldn't do anything right now, except cough whatever guts he had out and shrivel on the floor. He knew what this was. Freedom. He could nearly hear His laughs. }

⟬ CREDITS ⟭

⠀ 𝕭𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝕴𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄, 𝕴𝐓'𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄 𝖄𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐄. ⠀