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

[ Tucking a release form under his desk. ]

The poor Spamton !

[ Recallibrating... Connection Established! ]

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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. ]

THE DOCTOR COULD WAIT, BUT COULD NOT BEAR THE WEIGHT, SO HE TOOK CHISEL AND BIT THE BOARD, AND WRENCHED FURTHER, UNTIL HE ONLY HAD THE FRAGMENTS NECESSARY TO COMPLETE THE TASK.

[ Technical difficulties. Sorry about that. ]

[ He seems to be talking to someone. They're having a "business disagreement." ]

(Redoing this. Feel free to leave a like even if you already did on the last one)

// hmm. kind of not happy with the egg post responses now that ive resolved to Not have him talk anymore

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Pray, that you never meet me in my thousand other forms.

[ Signal adjusted. Waiting for callibration... Aw, phooey! ]

[ Signal's cracky out here. Feels like everything could collapse at any moment. ]

[ Sighing and pushing his glasses up his nose. He looks swamped. Why do they always leave him with the paperwork... ]

[ You left the VoiceMail. ]

[ ...It seems the line is busy right now. Leave a voicemail? ]

[ Tapping his watch. You probably shouldn't be out this late. ]

[ He's mulling Heavily over the dairy section in the grocery store. ]

[ He seems to be studying something important. ]

// Many thoughts about man

[ He seems to be in a good mood. ]

[ Single board creaking ]

IS THIS WHAT IT'S LIKE TO DISAPPEAR ?

[ He's sweeping up glass outside. ]

// I should make him talk less. Talking is kind of killing the vibe here

...Think I have a hangnail.

when ya bitch say she from MANCOUNTRY