There Are More Than Pineapples In Tipsy's Head

There are more than pineapples in Tipsy's head

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For: KØNAVIRUS

Character: Tipsy

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GORETOBER 2023

Day 15 & 16: Voodoo. Sewn.

CONTAINS -> EXTREME MALNUTRITION, LIMB CONTORTION, DISTURBING IMAGERY

I stare at myself in the mirror and see him... my twin brother, Shifty. He looks back at me with that smug reassurance I've been missing. I was almost tricked by my twin's apparition only to met with my own reflection -a gaunt face with bloodshot eyes, the bags under them from many nights of sleeplessness.

I dare not remember the last time I slept or ate. I smile weakly but it's more of a grimace, my lips dry and cracked from lack of food. My ribs are painfully visible through my skin, a reminder of the days that have passed.

I enter the underground chamber, the foul stench of my brother's decomposing body assaulting my senses. The stench mixes with the scents of the herbs and other materials I've used for previous incantations. I feel my body twitching and jittering like never before, a reaction caused by the overwhelming amount of stress and anxiety I'm feeling. I take a deep breath and focus on the task at hand.

In one hand, I hold a figurine of my brother, Shifty, built from patches of his fur and threads stolen from a remote accursed place. In my other hand, I hold the voodoo doll I've spent countless hours creating. I begin to utter the incantations, my voice shaking with fear of failure or consequence. As I feel the dark magic eat away at my sanity, a lump forms in my throat and I feel a tear fall down my cheek as I realize what I'm doing and what I'm about to do. The red strings I've used for the sutures in my brother's limbs begin to glow like red veins, the same way the voodoo doll in my hands vibrates to life.

I can't contain my joy as my brother begins to move, I'm used to seeing no results with previous rituals. Before I knew it, my emotions gush out without filters.

"Sh-Shifty?... you're back, I can't believe you're here again. Seriously, you're always so selfish. How dare you leave me alone for so long..."

My excitement is accompanied by hope knowing that the normalcy I craved for feels so close to happening.

Hope turns into confusion as I notice his reply is utter silence.

Confusion turns into into horror when I notice that his movements mirror those of the doll I hold.

My heart aches as I realize that my brother is not truly alive. I want to scream and cry, but my vocal cords have become parched from lack of use. I want to hit something, but my limbs refuse to move. I don't have the lungs to scream when I can't even breathe.

I crawl towards Shifty, holding the doll close to my chest. I cry silently into his fur, the clashing thoughts in my head confronting the reality I've been denying for so long.

"You're so unfair," weakly, I squeeze my words out of my throat, bargaining to the nothing in front of me. I slump to the ground, knowing how useless my struggles for talking are when the one I intend it for is long gone.

"I still need you," I voicelessly muttered, "It was always us against the world and it should always be that way... Why did you have to leave me? I can't handle this alone... come back... please... I still need..."

GORETOBER 2023

Day 17: Crime Scene

CONTAINS: IMPLIED SUFFOCATION, DISTURBING IMAGERY

BREAKING NEWS

Police announced today that the suspicious death of 28-year-old Truffles, a boar, in an abandoned parking lot is being investigated as a homicide. The body was found by a passerby who immediately called law enforcement.

The main suspect in the case is a nearby purple lamb who claims to have witnessed a "pickle choking Truffles." Police are still investigating and have not yet confirmed this allegation.

The city's police department says the investigation is still ongoing and that they are doing everything in their power to solve this puzzling case. The community is devastated by the loss of Truffles, who was known as a generous and hardworking fellow who made a mark on everyone he met. The investigation is still ongoing and the community hopes that justice will be served soon...

I've been reading and rereading and rerereading my fic and it feels off every time.

And then i realize,

What I meant to write is:

Sturdy Form

But what I've written down is:

Hard Shape

yeah I know them we went to tumblr together

Trick or treat!

TRICK!

Inky drank paint water instead of coffee-

See how mortified Sketchy is-