Honey-bell-aint-well - I'm Trying So Hard To Stay Sane Rn

[something new] Happy Ending

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Oh really? Cool!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOBY FOX!!

Orange had always felt he was missing something. Well, he'd never thought about it exactly that way. What could he possibly be missing; he had wonderful friends, a safe home, and a Creator who appreciated his talents.

Whenever he felt lonely, or lay awake at night because of the gaping hole in his chest, he filled it with his friends. Spend a day with them, mess around and get in trouble, laugh until his head was light.

He'd push all that uncertainty into drawing, letting Alan's awe and praise wash over him and warm him to his toes.

He made new friends; Purple, King, Q-bert– cursors, even Bob. Even if Bob had disappeared after a little bit and no one knew where he went. That was a bit strange.

But he filled his life with love and happiness anyway, ignoring how sometimes he felt a deep despair, or had nightmares of things that never happened and as they faded thought he heard someone's voice calling him–

Everything changed the day the strange super-powered stick broke into the PC and saved their lives. Orange stared at the stranger, who had looked at him exactly once before averting his eyes. Something curled up in his chest; whispering, singing in recognition. The stranger dove back into the Wifi portal and Orange had had no choice but to follow him. It was like something was pulling him– two ends of magnets drawing closer to each other. Looking in a mirror and only half recognizing the reflection.

Orange doesn't get a chance to notice anything with the Dark Lord; he is too filled with adrenaline and fear to notice the fire alight in his veins, the spark that ignites when he gets too close to this terrifying figure with a blade of blood. More like magnets that are repelling each other, constantly pushing away while the other ends are trying to connect. He blacks out; and he is gone. When he gets back to the PC and collapses from a strange amount of exhaustion, Orange notes with confusion that he feels cold.

Orange only gets a brief look at the grey stick who seems to be in charge of the facility, but it's enough to pique his interest. He looks like The Chosen One, only washed out. Sharper edges. It's when Orange is brought back to his cell and he knows something happened between the grey stick and Chosen and Chosen is tied up and why is he on the screen–

He and the grey stick lock eyes for a split second before the cage shuts down around him and they can't see each other anymore but something has clicked in place. Something is whispering in Orange's mind "Oh it's you" like he knows this stick but he's never seen him before, why is he here? He left alone again, a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach as something tries to fit in a space where it doesn't belong– but it does belong, it's been missing for so long– but he doesn't want it he wants to go home!

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Requested by: Anon

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Fandom is so different now and it’s becoming un-fun with how quickly shit moves.

I just want to enjoy things. I don’t want to have to play a game of Artist-Race that seems to be afoot lately.

Ya’ll eat up fandoms, leave artists and writers bone dry and then move on so fucking quickly then fucking wonder where all the Good Fandom Stuff is.

Idk Maybe cherish some things for longer. Reblog stuff. Interact with people. Comment and share.

Fandom is Capitalism now and I’m not being nuanced.