Now I'm telling my friend about how you killed that guy. "It was for love!" Cool motive, still murder.

I wanted to destroy something beautiful.

I could be a canvas, i could be a doll I don't think i'm even something real at all!

It is cold and dark here. I still remember perfectly well when I was discarded, falling into the abyss until I hit the hard, cold ground. I stayed there for a long time. Just existing, watching others fall, breaking their shells into millions of shards...

Here's to forgetting. To never remembering those problems. And all the baggage they left in your fucking guest room.

You're from the future, are you not? If what THE VOICES told me is true... May I at least be granted one request? Tell me... My people... will they be safe? Will they... be alright? ... I retract my request. I've had many restless nights pondering that thought. I don't think I can handle the answer.

OOC : // One of the weird fucked up ways her mask works is it basically kinda creates an illusion of the world she wants to see. If that makes sense. A world where she's the Real Mike, Tenna is alive, everyone loves her, etc. It's easier for her to delude herself with it on

... I feel sick. Every time I have to sit back and watch her make all these friends. Watch her be loved by everyone around her but too self-absorbed to realize it. It could've been me. . . . It should've been me.

[ Mike couldn't find  Her head. ]

[ OPEN ] [ A small figure, tethered to the floor by strings binding her wrists and ankles, ambles about the area in a panicked search for something. When she turns, it's more obvious. A more appalling sight, best covered up by the best masks theatre would have to offer. ]

Someone stop my hands from shaking, iron in my spine's conducting lightning! Raging anger! Yeah, you've never been truly mine — but if you were, yes, if you were... I wouldn't want you anyway.

Too fast for freedom — sometimes it all falls down! These chains never leave me — I keep draggin' them 'round!

And I'd like to add that the oncoming implosion of this entire sanctuary will lovingly erase all of this horseshit off the universal map. Killing several ugly birds, with one big heavy stone.

Exaltation has already lost its meaning — a fake charisma. If you stare directly at reality, you’ll end up going blind! So, do it in moderation!

Heaven's dreaming — thoughtless thoughts, my friends... we know we'll be ghosts again. Faith is sleeping — lovers, in the end... whisper, "We'll be ghosts again."

* Which one's the real Mike!?

Violet. If you're there... I give up. Do whatever you want. Just...please... ......let me disappear.

All that stuff's easy for you to say! When you change, you change for the better. When I change, I CHANGE FOR THE WORSE!

OOC : // Fun fact! She physically cannot say the name "Battat" anymore

Hey, Mike? Tenna wants to see you.

You wear a mask for so long that you forget who you were beneath it.

Her mind keeps twisting all these positive, uplifting sentiments into pity and loathing. No one else like you? That's a good thing, you bozo. No one would ever want to be like you. Because you're you.

. . . I miss them. Why do I bother with missing them? I can't even remember ... their names.

OOC : // Full icon, btw :3

I'm sure you heard me. You did, didncha!? You can't tune me out, nosiree, yessiree! I'm always on the air, in the air, all around you, even within you! NOW GET OUT!!!

OOC : // Peacefully closes my eyes.

@motormouthmike.ruins.party …. The truth? You scare me a bit. You're her, but not. You're… Ominous. I can't predict you. … Yet you offered to help me all the same. I don't know if it really helped.

The stage is set, but our players have all gone home. Our great production, our world, and yet I'm alone.

Force pushing against your will. 'NO. You cannot go back. Not there.'

When Helen died, I lost everything. Until that dog arrived on my doorstep. A final gift from my wife. In that moment, I received some semblance of hope... an opportunity to grieve unalone. And your son... took that from me. Stole that from me. Killed that from me!

LET'S PLAY MEMORY GAME.

Are you still there? Are you still you?

Yes! Yes, I killed him. Pull up the boards and you shall see! I killed him. But why does his heart not stop beating?! Why does it not stop!?

Time passes. You can't be sure if it's days, or months, or years or even decades. It's all a wonderful, boring blur. You've never been happier.

She struggles to find that "something" A context. A memory. Anything. But no matter how hard she focuses, she cannot grab hold of anything. She does not even know...if this "something" exists.

Well, even a bad story is a story people tell each other, sir. "You know, maybe you have a point."

you fill your head with thoughts you find you can’t even feel try to make room in your skull, but it’s full of them all of the things that you think and then think about thinking. i know it’s hard but they’re not who you are they’re 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦.

The stage is set: someone's gonna do something someone else will regret.

OOC : // 666th post on this account??? That's fitting LMAO 😭 Feel free to interact with that post. Especially if your muse knows Battat. Smiles

[ OPEN ] [ A small figure, tethered to the floor by strings binding her wrists and ankles, ambles about the area in a panicked search for something. When she turns, it's more obvious. A more appalling sight, best covered up by the best masks theatre would have to offer. ]

[ Something feels wrong. ]

OOC : // I suddenly got Invalid Handled by BlueSky so @/motormouthmike.off.camera > @/motormouthmike.ruins.party

Invalidity.

Don't tell me you're not the same person! You're always my husband and I've been waiting... waiting!

the end is never the end the end is never the end the end is never the end the end is never the end the end is never the end the end is never the end the end is never the end the end is never the end the end is never the end the end is never the end the end is never the end the end is never the end

She meant, I suppose, to torture me, just as I tortured her — yet, all this time, she was laboring under a misunderstanding. I never once meant to torture her, and neither did I wish to hurt her. Why would I do that, when I loved her so much?

you cannot save him. he will always die. you cannot save him. he will always die. you cannot save him. he will always die. you cannot save him. he will always die. you cannot save him. he will always die. ( but i have to try. )