100 cigarettes

A sword that gets sharper when you hurt people. . What's he going to do with this? Pick his nails probably.

" * I'm so happy. "

" * No can do my dude. " " * No take-backs. "

" * Sorry man. It belongs to the inventory gods. " " * It's out of my hands. "

" * It's already in my inventory. Sorry man. "

" * You mean do ittt? " " * Society is a monster, shackling us back. Burn it down, toss it into the antivoid. "

" * Why, quickly. "

" * I take that as a challenge. "

" * Hell yes. " " * Burn society. Starting with this sword. "

" * You're damn right! " " * I am a free agent, chaos will rain across the airwaves! Knives will fall. "

Duck Just realized I need to get the off remake holy hell

" * Oh! This! " Gesturing around himself " * Yeah I have no idea, I think there's supposed to be a radio tower? " He freezes, feeling suddenly, frighteningly, stupid. " * . . . " They walk over, sinking down onto the doodle bed. He's glad to find it's real, it's all real. +

(( here's a quick l̷u̷k̷s̷o̷ likha animatic i did of spoken for :] (( i wrote some of the lyrics wrong sorrey...

" * My mind is a maze, even I can't solve it! "

PERMANENT BRAIN DAMAGE! cannot remember

" * You gave me the sword of sharpness. And you'll have to live with the consequences for the rest of our lives. "

" * Damn it! " " * I really wanted a new stick! What am I gonna do with this, stab people to death? "

Who are you??

Peak lifestyle.

Sobbing.

I hate small talk can you put your cigarette out on me

" * No. Thanks for asking- " Frisk stands stretching his back, there's an audible pop. " * I'd feel a lot better if I had my shoe, maybe I can borrow yours? Just the left one, I'll give it back later I swear- "

" * I need to get my memory in order. I need to punch whoever broke my face! "

" * Ack! " He screams, jumping away like the pen would jump to life and bite him! Anything is possible. Oh, nevermind, it's just a bed. He relaxes, a hand reaching up to touch his bandana, rhythmically they twist the torn edges between two fingers. " * . . . This is a new one- " +

Duck It's very tempting to take on a third person narration style for this version of Frisk It feels more in line with what I'm going for, this whole acc is a big experiment atm

Duck Prompt time.

" * I have stuff! I just. . . Lost track of it all. " He rubs the back of his neck feeling embarrassed, he's pretty sure he had a bed. Where'd he put it again.. They glance back at Likha forcing themselves to focus. " * Bull fucking shit man, this is to weird- " Hallucination. Great, Frisk +

Local homeless man looses shoe. Fucking dies.

" * No fucking way guys. I just want a drag off that sweet menthol ziggie.. "

" * Uh. No shit you're threatening? You're some dude flying around my place on a magic paintbrush? " Frisk watches their hands. He wasn't aware he knew sign language! He was always learning new things about himself Or he's hallucinating again. There's a pause. " * . . . " +

" * Stay back! or I'll uh. . . " He looks around finding nothing else throwable in reach. Frisk shrinks back " * What are you trying to say. . ? I don't know that. "

" * . . No. " " * I don't think so. . " They flinch away from Michael's hand never once do their eyes leave him. " * How do we know each other again? "

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Sometimes he forgets he's one leg short of being a full human. He should really figure out what's up with that..

" * More like a major one. " Their head tilts to one side, he stares unmoving for several seconds before it clicks that he should worry. " * You fell pretty hard. . . you break anything important? "

Everything's a blur. faces he doesn't recognize. It's better to listen from a distance.

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" * Can anyone remember ‎̷̡̢̨̨̙̥̯̗̝̗̲͕̫̮̰͎̖̥̰̥̙̙͙͚͍̤̖͔̩͚̫̲͙͉͂͐̑̀̕ͅ ̴̢̡̠̳̖̬̮͔̣̹͇̰̗͍̫̮̭͚̝̥̟̟̹̩̝̯̼̞̫͕͈͖̬͓̼́̋̇͐̈́͛͆̾̓̒̅͌́̆̍̊̓̚͜͜͝ͅͅ‎̴̡̛̮̖͚̰̮̠̼̝̘̣͊̀̀̽̃̍̍̔̅͒͆͋̎̋̀͋́̽̓͆̔̒̈́͊̈́̚͘̕̕͝͠͝ ̸̧̛͔̮̤͓̥̹̹̬̮̯͓̤̼̹̬̫̹̻̯̳͚̯̪͒̅́̃̈́͂̈̿͂̇͊̕͝‎̶̢̨̡̛̤̠̯͉͖̘͚̳͓̼̥̥̯̙̩͇̖̣̭̺̳̜̝̣̯̣͕͉͇̺̣̰͍̈̑̽̒͂̏͌͋̒̐̓́͌̔͐̑͌͂̈́̐͆̇̋̈́̈́͗̔̍͆͒̑̇̓̉̆̊͒̾͐̕̕͝͝͠ ̴̨̛̛̲̺̠̟͇̟̱͉̖̮̻̰̣̟̭͖̣͕̬͍̣̯͈̪̺̞̭̥͚̺̩̩̖̠͔̙̦̣̲̞̍͌̏͛̿̈́̉́̓̉̓̀͗͐̓̆̓̽͘͘͠͝͝͝‎̶̢̧̛͖͙̩̣̙͇͖̗̣̙͍͊́̆͆͋̍͆̍́́̽̓͂͂̊̐̎͂̈́̅͛̈͆̊̄̀̽͝͝ ̸̡̛̫̯̣̬͉͕̻̫̲͓̖̭̣͇̮͚̤͖̉͐̍̆̒̽̿̔̒̂̾̎̍͋̓͂̆͌̎̄̈́͝͝‎̷̢̡͎͉̲̠̪͓̙̤͙͚̩̜̮̤͚̣̙͍̬̙͈̯̙̣̲͇͓̙̻͓͍̤͕̩̔̉̽͋̀̔̂̔̒̀̓͒̏̔̐̓͗̋̃̆̉͆͑̀͛̍̔̉̃̋́͛̌́̌̏̅͋̏̕͘͘͘͠͝ ̵̧̢̯̮͈̠̦̀̑̏͐͒̊͒̍̈́͗͗͝͝‎̷̨̛̛̛͉̜̣̱̮̥͚͓̻̲̥̺͌̌́͆̒͑̽͂̆̔̒͆̇̍̾̇͐̓̑̐́̋̐̈̉͌̐̌̉̉̕ ̷̡͓̦̻̲̫͛‎̷̨̧̧̛̘̲͔̭̤̣̖͖̘̙͎̙͉͉͇̩̘̭̥̏̆̄͌͊̄͑̓̉͌̉̃̈́͗̋͆̄̽̈́̊̔̽̇̊̔̎̾̉̑̀̑͂̀͘͘̕̕͝͠͠͝ ̸̨̨̛͇͓͔̣͉̩̘̀̈́͐̽̐̿̅͊͛̒͌̌͛͗́̈́̊̓̀̃́́̏͆͑̆̈͆̚̚͜͝͝‎̷̞̪͈̼̰̭̺̺̼̻͔̭̟͂̉̒͋̎̿̌̉̊̈́̓͐̆̄͜ ̵̢̹̘̝̤̙̞̫͈̦̪͔̭̞̭̰͇̲̠͔̤̠̭̙͕̺̝̲̲͎̬̬͚̤̜̗̩͉̠͕͈̠̭̤͈͙͋̆̒̾̅̊̓̒̈́̿̍́͛̀̃͂͌̔̏́͆̀͝‎̶̛̛̄̈́̃̑̏̽͒̽̽̿̄͌̄͒̌̂̌̂̄͒̚̕̕͝ ̴̡̢̡̨̡̧̨̠̬̮̮͖̭̯̯̮̺̼͎͕̱̮̟͇̜̪̻̞̱̪̺͓͎͓͓͕͕̗͈͎̯̺̦̜̓̌͐͑͊̆͘̕͜ͅ‎̵̡̡̧̧̡̛͙̝͓̣̲̪͔̠̱̤͓̙̭͕͕͖̥̦̬͉̗̿̀͒̋́͑͋̆̉̋̅̏̓͐̈́̄̆̈́͐̊̈̄͆̄͒͋̌͑̚̕͘͠͝͠ ̸̧̪̲̫̠̗̼̻̻͓̣̩̞͍̭̗̭̻͕̘̙̞̎̈́̋͊̈́́͒̉̊̓̏͒̅́͠͝‎̶̭̠̤̳̞̳͖̱͚̩̄͑̌̎́́̆͌̍̒̈́͂̃͆̀̐̈́̒͒͊̒̂̆̔̍̈́̅̚̚͝͠͝͝ ̶̛͉̞͖̔̊͂̑̉̇͆̎̇̈́̔̏͒̒͆̎͊̎̏̌̅͛̈́̕̚̕̕̕͝͝͠͝͠͝? "

I had a vision.

Are you dreaming? Do you dream at all? What would you dream of, I wonder? Would I exist in your dreams, as you would in mine? I wonder.

[ @an-endless-cycle.bsky.social ] Someone entered the shop.. he glanced around then made a b-line for Micheal. They lean forward to stare across the counter, scrutinizing him. " * . . . " He squints, leaning closer. " * . . . ? " " * This will sound crazy but do I know you? " He's unsure.