"Ohh where were you you need to slay the princess and save the world" I was taking care of my eggs so watch your fucking mouth

[ Would the audience care to check under their seats? ]

I don’t want to talk about eggs anymore.

[ Who do you think's laying the eggs? ]

( getting really defensive even though no one brought it up ) I’m NOT laying eggs today.

* You got the Egg.

temp pinned.

Did you get an Eggs?

[ Today's a good day. ]

Everything will function perfectly without you #DELTARUNE

[ Everything's fast asleep. You should be too. ]

I—NEVER—GET—VISITORS—ANYMORE

MY [Eggs]

> gaster-coded

[ His glasses are smudged. Do you have a cloth? - YES - NO ]

[ Has a loved one of yours recently deceased? Have you noticed piece s of then scattere d in the spaces th ey used to occup y? Be sure to coll ect any of them y ou see! It's a zero sum game, after a ll! If you collect al l the pieces, you'l l be able to put th em back together again! ]

ᅠ ᅠ A LITTLE FURTHER. ᅠ ᅠ

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[ Sound of a can of cat food opening. ]

[ ....Trying to make himself look busy. ]

[ Bit drafty here. He wishes he brought a coat. ]

[ Sweep, sweep... Lots of spring cleaning to do. ]

[ Tucking a release form under his desk. ]

The poor Spamton !

[ Recallibrating... Connection Established! ]

CUT THE CAMERAS

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‍‍‍ NOW , PUT ON YOUR COAT AND WASH YOUR FACE ! OR , PUT ON YOUR FACE AND WASH YOUR COAT . [ #DELTARUNERP #UTDRRP #UTRP #DTRP #MVRP ] NOT NECESSARILY IN THAT ORDER . OR , IN ANY ORDER AT ALL . GOOD BY ! ‍‍‍

[ He's lost his footing. Everything feels just a little bit off center. Putting a hand against the tree trunk for support. He can feel it's pulse under his palm. ]

So, then, what should happen when one of those little pieces finally sees a part of it that wasn't made quite right? When there is an incorrection to be mended, and none above to make it so... then who does the responsibility fall unto...?

well personally i think every living being was part of god at some point and he just couldn't bear to be alone anymore so he started picking and peeling and tearing at himself so he could make small easy little frail things from the torn wounds until he had none of himself left

[ ...Late night at the office tonight. ]

[ Well. You know what they say about one man's trash ]

[ You feel an aura of sadness surround you. ]

[ Very concerning things they're putting in the newspapers these days. He's leaning over to let you read. Take a look? ]

[ He thinks they really liven up the place. ]

No joke I actually drew slendermans pages and put them in the woods near hometown and I really hope that one day someone stumbles across them.

[ Well, there is not a gravestone here. ]

[ ...💧 ]

[ Sound of something being written down ]

[ Looking up from where he's writing his transcript. Raising an eyebrow..? ]

... IN A WAY, I AM SURE THE IDEA COMFORTS HIM. THAT SOME PIECE OF HIM GETS TO EXPERIENCE A FEW SLICES OF THIS WORLD, TASTING THE FRUIT OF THE GRAND LABOUR... WITHOUT HAVING TO REMEMBER WHAT SEEDS IT GREW FROM. ASSUMING, OF COURSE, THAT THERE IS EVEN ENOUGH LEFT OF HIM ANYMORE TO COMFORT AT ALL.

AND I REMEMBER YOURS, OF COURSE. COUNTING IN A SPACE BEYOND MEASUREMENT IS DIFFICULT, SO I AM NOT SURE WHICH OF US WAS CHIPPED AND PEELED OFF FIRST... BUT THERE WAS ENOUGH OF ME THERE AT THE TIME TO REMEMBER YOU AND TO SEE YOU LEAVE.

it snew

[ ...He's trying to cover his face desperately. ]