Ah… but y’don’t wanna correct me on the fact that they were victims of yers?

Anything I can do t’ help. [Clover returns the smile, looking genuinely happy as well.]

[Clover fully opens their eyes, rising to their feet.] Yer 𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙨 don’t seem t’ think of ya that way.

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗴𝘂𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱. ＣＡＲＭＩＮＥ “ＴＨＥ ＢＵＬＬ” ＤｅＬＵＣＡ #MVRP | #UTYRP | #UTRP

//Ok chat who wants to see a theoretical mobster cousin for Clover

//Ok chat who wants to see a theoretical mobster cousin for Clover

//Throwback to this video I made in like 2024 Axis is so fuckin goofy

‘Course y’didn’t. Yer intentions were good, earnest n’ true… and in the end, brought about great things.

Well, sure, but… look how happy ever’body is now! Monsters’re free, peace has fallen upon th’land… nowhere to go from here but onward n’ upward!

Chara… that was a long time ago, y’know. Sometimes, it’s jus’ better t’let go of the past.

Well, shoot, that ain’t nothin’! He’s got good in ‘em. He just needs help showing it is all…

I know that, silly! Still, it’s good t’see ya! How’ve ya been?

[Well, now, look who’s poking around down here again, but little ol’ Clover! Walking about the now mostly empty Underground, reminiscing about their short time here. They stop upon seeing Chara.] …Chara? That you, pardner?

//Fun hc I just came up with— since they were dead for awhile, Clover now has the ability to commune with the spirits

[ @springtrapped.bsky.social ] [The child sits cross-legged, with their eyes closed, seeming at ease.] … [One of Clover’s eyes then cracks open.] Sum’n 𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 this way comes.

//Hello chat

//WHAT in the FUCK was I cooking last night!?!?!?

//DAMN I wrote a lotta WORDS‼️‼️

//CLOVER’S FAMILY HISTORY!!! (ALL HEADCANON, MADE UP BY ME AND BASED UPON REAL HISTORY (THOUGH NOT, IN FACT, REAL HISTORY))

//Guess what fuckers I’m on my “making up random Clover lore” bullshit again STRAP IN‼️

[Clover is sitting cross legged with their eyes closed.]

//Fun hc I just came up with— since they were dead for awhile, Clover now has the ability to commune with the spirits

//What up gang

//Better keep Clover away from books or they’ll start educating themself on abstract concepts such as Irish Republicanism

//If you want to imagine what my Clover’s voice sounds like just imagine what you think Tow Mater would sound like as a child. You’re welcome

//Who wants to write I just got off work

//Hi chat

[Clover is currently underneath an overpass, trying to sleep. They’re covered in newspapers, which are acting as a sort of “blanket.”]

Y’all ever heard of this feller called sphinx? [Pointing at a picture of the Egyptian sphinx in a book.] Poor feller ain’t got a nose!

//Clover can read but they don’t know shit about fuck because they have zero formal education

[Clover has ventured into territory that is completely uncharted to them, a location commonly known as a “library.”]

//Hi chat who wants to write

[Clover is casually eating dandelions.]

//Gang I don’t know if I should be saying this but I am fried af rn

[Clover gasps as the pancake is snatched away from them… what’s left of it, anyway.] Wh— HEY!

//I don’t even know if Battat is French Canadian I just thought that would be funny

//Still in the car btw

//I’m on a long ass car ride somebody should totally write with me

[Clover just so happens to be walking by… they seem to take a pancake from their own pocket and start eating it???]

I must’ve missed so much that’s gone on here on the surface… Hope that show ‘bout the talkin’ dog and evil genius baby is still on!

I cain’t help but feel like I’s bein’ watched… [They sense a presence, but they don’t know where it is.]

[They seem to be simply taking in the sights at the moment. Not a care in the world…]

[Clover has yet to notice, their eyes closed as they enjoy the serenity of this moment.]

[They continue their aimless journey, moving about with no sense of urgency whatsoever.]

//Your muse will be meeting Clover for totally the first time yes

[They seem to be talking to themself.] (Now that I’s alive again, where in tarnation am I meant t’go…?)