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Lostale Ch 6 - Rocky Road and Nice Cream
Summary: You make your way through Snowdin Forest. It’s simultaneously much easier and just as hard as you thought it would be. The snow passes by in a blur, but you’re about to reach the end of your emotional tether… Words: 2,380
Despite the disappointment of not being able to Save, you have to continue on. You’re already dragging your feet, not looking forward to trudging through all of the cold snow. You don’t feel numb just yet; even the now-dried tear tracks feel almost warm. You wonder how long it will take for the cold to sink in.
Skipping the side path, you make your way straight ahead. There is no need for detours or dawdling – there was nothing you didn’t already know about the room to your left. Instead, you decide to just go straight forward as far as you can. You don’t even stop at the box, not needing nor wanting the tough glove. You weren’t going to fight back against any monsters. They didn’t deserve to be hurt.
Papyrus voice carries clearly along the path, and you have to stop for a moment beside a small rock to admire the clarity and sheer volume he was projecting. The skeleton must have heard you, because he turned away from Sans and to your direction. You study his face, skeletal but not monstrous. You think it might be a lot more terrifying if you weren’t already familiar with Papyrus’ good heart, and accustomed yourself to the sight of skeletons.
Papyrus, however, was not accustomed to the sight of you. He looked to Sans for guidance, only to find the smaller skeleton facing you. Papyrus couldn’t see, but Sans was winking at you. When Papyrus twisted back to see what Sans had just been looking at, Sans turned to face his brother. Papyrus turned to Sans for help again, but Sans was once more apparently studying you. Papyrus turned to copy him…
You felt a fond smile grow on your face as you watched the two monsters begin to spin in place, unsure of which direction to look. Sans kept his hands tucked in his pockets as he spun around surprisingly quickly, yet somehow lazily? Papyrus ended up flinging himself all over the place as he twirled, and you could just catch a look of confusion in the brief moments he was facing your direction.
Papyrus gave up, and just turned away from you, and leant down to whisper into Sans ear…ear-hole? Where his ear would be if he were a human? Sans obliged, leaning closer to his brother, but you couldn’t see either of their expressions. That did nothing to stop you from hearing Papyrus’ booming voice – it carried marvelously through the snowy landscape. “SANS!! OH MY GOD!! IS THAT…A HUMAN!?!?!??!?!”
You tried to hide your smile as both brothers turned back to look for ‘a human’. You already know that Sans is going to pull the obnoxious brother card, but can’t quite bring yourself to interfere. “uhhhh…” Sans turns to Papyrus with his standard grin in place, but you can almost see the wicked spark in his eye. “actually, i think that’s a rock.”
You helpfully reach out and pat the rock in question – it comes up to your knees, so it barely takes any effort. What was such a large rock doing in the middle of the path? Papyrus’ face falls, and you can see disappointment written clear across it. “OH.” His voice is quieter, this time.
“hey, what’s that beside the rock?” Sans nods to you, and you manage to muster up a wave for the downcast skeleton, drawing his attention back towards you.
Said skeleton immediately brightens up, his voice even louder what appears to be his normal volume as he speaks. “OH MY GOD!!!” He leans back over to Sans, and whispers slightly more successfully than the time before. “IS… IS THAT A HUMAN?”
Sans faux whispers back, loud enough for you to hear, “yes.”
“OH MY GOD!!!” You never knew Papyrus was so religious. “SANS! I FINALLY DID IT!! UNDYNE WILL… I’M GONNA… I’LL BE SO…” Papyrus seems to have lost his words in his excitement, and you can’t help but feel the gentle tug of amusement. “POPULAR!!! POPULAR!!! POPULAR!!!” Papyrus shouted at the top of his non-existent lungs.
The energy overflowing off the skeleton was managing to hype you up slightly, and you almost felt excited yourself. Papyrus drew himself back up to full height, and coughed into his fist. “…’AHEM’” he said, and you wondered if just saying the sound had the same effect as clearing your throat if you didn’t have a throat to clear. In any case, Papyrus certainly seemed to have pulled himself together, and was now staring you down with a surprisingly ferocious face. “HUMAN! YOU SHALL NOT PASS THIS AREA!” Have the skeletons watched the Lord of the Rings? “I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL STOP YOU!!! I WILL THEN CAPTURE YOU! YOU WILL BE DELIVERED TO THE CAPITRAL! THEN… THEN!!!”
Papyrus composure faltered slightly as he tried to continue. “I’M NOT SURE WHAT’S NEXT.” He recovered quickly, however, continuing along with his previous enthusiasm. “IN ANY CASE! CONTINUE… ONLY IF YOU DARE!!!” His intense look slipped into something far happier before he dashed off, already laughing at the top of his breath. “NYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!!!”
You mentally shrugged and began walking towards Sans and the exit to the next room, as ready as you will ever be to continue on. “well, that went well. don’t sweat it, kid.” You glance over to see him just as relaxed as before, easy grin on his face. “seriously kid, you can chill out. not all the monsters here are as friendly as my bro, but i’m sure they’ll warm up to you soon enough.”
You already knew that the monsters are more than happy to make friends, but that doesn’t make you any less aware of the times you had died to them when playing the game. Sans is probably just trying to make sure you don’t lash out back at the monsters in fear, but he doesn’t need to worry about that. He’ll probably figure out soon enough that you’re willing to take the blows without attacking back, preferably before you get killed…but it’s not like it would make much difference, would it?
…No, you need to speak to the king, to argue for peace on both monster and humankinds behalf. Shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you notice that Sans has already disappeared. You don’t want to move, but you force yourself down the path once more. You need to keep walking, moving towards the goal you’ve set for yourself.
.oOo. .oOo. .oOo.
You’re startled to realize that you’ve successfully made it most of the way to Snowdin without dying along the way. Most of the teenage monsters were avoiding you, though you did run into and subsequently immediately ditch Jerry. Doggo had been easy to pet and get past, and you quickly left him smoking on dog treats. You pet Lesser dog once when you first met him, and then several more times when he abandoned making his snow-dog and excitedly rushed up to you for more pets. You even managed to disguise your scent and quickly bypassed the dog couple, though your clothes had suffered from the experience.
You wince, as your clothes hadn’t been the only thing to suffer from that battle, and gently rubbed at where the deep gash in your side had been. There axes were sharp, and even though adrenaline and fear had done their point in helping you dodge, it hadn’t been enough to escape without injury. As soon as the couple had left, you had fumbled for one of the Nice Creams you had bought. “Love yourself; I love you!” Ha! What a joke. Even though the words were a clear lie, you still felt warmth blossom inside you as the magic healed your wounds.
Thankfully, Doggo and Lesser Dog had dropped enough gold to pay for several of frozen treats – you hadn’t needed to bother with snow golf to collect any more funds. Sans was there as well; he’d already given his barely-useful blue stop sign speech earlier, and he had tried to sell you from fried snow. You humored him the first time, agreeing to pay 5G for what was essentially water, but just shrugged noncommittally when he bumped the price of his ‘product’ up to 50G. He didn’t seem too put out, so you didn’t feel too bad at not playing along any longer. He hadn’t played along with your plan, after all… admittedly, if he had, you definitely would not have been able to humor him. It would be a bit hard to play along if you were dead.
You barely humored him at his crossword puzzle, as well. You had stopped for just long enough to glance down at it and see the it was technically unsolvable, just like the endless puzzle that was life, but you felt that if you paused now you would never start again. You listened to the following brotherly squabble with a hint of fondness. All the monsters down here were just too good, too precious to have been purposefully trapped down in this small, confined cave. You agreed that Crosswords were harder to Papyrus’ dismay, but you honestly agreed with the smaller skeleton and you couldn’t muster up the energy to lie.
Papyrus’ spaghetti had been… well. You weren’t exactly sure what to think of the dish, but it was entirely frozen solid, so you didn’t get to try any… not that you wanted to. It looked fine from the outside, but the clink it had made when you poked it with a fork was vaguely ominous, and you remembered theories about how terrible Papyrus spaghetti really was. This effort was supposed to be almost edible according to Sans, if you were remembering correctly, but what did that even mean?
You supposed it didn’t actually matter. You couldn’t eat it, and you weren’t even filled with Determination by the hungry mouse nearby. You were just depressed that Papyrus was trying so hard, but that it was going to waste. Even if the mouse one day heated up the spaghetti, what did it matter? The lovingly crafted spaghetti would just sit there, eternally uneaten and unwanted by everyone who noticed it.
When Papyrus asked you about the spaghetti, you weren’t sure how to respond. You didn’t want to cause any hurt, but you also didn’t want to lie. In the end, you just admitted that you couldn’t figure out how to warm it up. Papyrus seemed slightly saddened by this, but he almost instantly bounced back to full brightness. Literally – he was almost bouncing in place, bright smile on his face as he ‘guided’ you through his puzzles.
They weren’t exactly very complex puzzles, so it only took you a few tries to get the second X/O puzzle right. It was a bit harder when you weren’t looking at it from a top-down perspective, but you thought that you could almost see how it resembled Papyrus from a ground view…if you squinted and leant back a little, maybe tilted your head slightly. The puzzle-making skeleton just kept getting more excited by your “INCREDIBLE PUZZLE-SOLVING PROWESS”, and he rushed ahead past you and Sans to ensure that the rest of his puzzles were in top condition.
The lazy skeleton was waiting on the other side of where the spikes had been before you solved the puzzle. He winked and admitted that, “nothing is my favorite thing to do.” This startled you into a bitter laugh.
“That sounds about right,” you admit. “Luckily for me, that’s probably what I’ve got to look forward to once I help break the barrier.” After you were killed and your soul used, you wouldn’t have to keep going. Either you faded to the back of the mind of whoever absorbed you, or your soul just passed on to wherever souls went. Either would make you – well, not happy, but… You wouldn’t be hurting any more.
Sans eyed you seriously at your response, and you weren’t sure whether he was more curious or morbidly amused. “you’re really dead-set on this, huh?” You huffed out slightly harder than normal, the only sign of your amusement as you nodded in agreement. “well. guess it isn’t my business, but, uh…” he trailed off. “isn’t there anything you want to live for?”
That was the wrong question to ask. All it did was make you think of the reasons you had to die – all your reasons to live had already passed on. “Nope,” you said succinctly.
The skeleton closed his eyes, and you wondered despite yourself how that was even possible with solid bone. “huh. you really think there’s nobody waiting for you, nobody that cares for you?”
He’s talking about Toriel, or trying to find out more about your background. Either way, the answer is the same. “Nope,” you repeat.
“you sure about that?” Why was he still pressing for more answers? Didn’t he love doing nothing? Why wouldn’t he just let you –
“There’s no one,” you firmly declare, and level your best glare on him. He just shrugs it off with an easy smile that you’re starting to really despise.
“funny. i could have sworn that i heard from someone who cares about you very much.” You never thought you’d think this before, but you just wanted Sans to shut up.
“You think Toriel cares about me?” You can’t help the bitter laughter that spills from your lips. “She cares about an idea, an image; I’m just someone who was there was she needed anybody. I could have been anybody – hell, I’m just a nobody! She just wants someone because her own kids are dead, and that’s exactly what I’m going to be soon enough! So why don’t you just drop it, and let me drop dead in peace? This is hard enough as it is!”
You’re screaming by the end of your rant, but Sans looks unfazed. He looks ready to retort, but you aren’t listening any more. You don’t want to listen to him, to his words, to his attempt to make you want to live. Why is he even trying? Why won’t he just give up? Why was he wasting any effort on you? The only thing you’re good for is dying. That’s the only way you won’t hurt anyone else.
.oOo. .oOo. .oOo.
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Yeah. You just blew up at Sans in complete frustration. …well, at least it’s better than the numb void you were feeling before?
In the next chapter, Papyrus takes a much more predominant role!
Lostale Ch 7 - Burning Bridges
Summary: Propelled by the power of your fury, you storm off through the Underground. Hopefully your less-than-positive emotions won’t place you in a bad situation… Words: 2,541 Warning for being injured
You blaze your way through the next rooms in a fury, anger outweighing your exhaustion. Indignation at Sans filled you with the energy to continue onwards. What right did he have to try to make you want to live, when it was the only thing you could do, when he himself had already given up? All he would do would be to make this harder for you, more painful for everyone despite your best efforts.
In your anger, you misstep and begin sliding the wrong way along the ice puzzle. Panic instantly replaces anger, freezing your veins as you see the cliffs edge approaching. No, no, no, no! You try to scrabble backwards, sideways, anyways but forward – the ice is too slick. You can’t stop yourself as you pitch over the edge.
Whump. Your heart is beating far too fast in your chest, your breath coming in heavy pants, and your lungs hurt – but you’re alive. You sit, dazed in the snow, safe and intact. You place a hand over your heart, trying to slow down the rapid pace. You’re unhurt from the fall, despite the tall drop.
You stare uncomprehendingly at the hill above you. How had that not hurt? Had you landed on golden flowers again? You peered down, and see that your but had firmly landed on a large pile of snow. You had sunk into the snowy covering, but weren’t even touching the ground. …The Underground was ridiculous, you decided.
Shakily, you stood up and brushed the snow off your clothes. You should have remembered that Papyrus wouldn’t activate a puzzle that could genuinely hurt anybody, despite his affinity for spikes. Right in front of you is his sculpture, incredibly detailed and apparently defying all laws of physics. You wonder just how much work went into this, how much time – how many times he spent the exact same time trying to create a perfect image of himself through the medium of snow.
At that point, you would have given up and just created snow-lumps like Sans did. Expectantly, you turn to find the lazy lump that was always there… only to see an actual snow sculpture in its place. You stared at it, disbelieving. Was that really…?
You wandered over, and trailed a hand on top of the creation. Yes, Sans had really made a snow-hot-dog. Snow-‘dog. This skeleton…
You felt your anger at the snow-apostrophe-dog’s creator slide, replaced with bemused amusement and confusion. Why was this different? Why was Sans putting in any effort beyond just being a friendly stalker? Had… had he not given up yet?
Guilt washed over you like a cold shower, reminding you just how cruel you’d been to him when he’d only been trying to help. You’d shouted at him, hadn’t you? Thrown away Toriel’s love back into his face, declared it worthless? You were sick, weak, pathetic; you didn’t deserve the affection you knew Toriel did hold for you. She did care, and you’d spat upon that.
You were a cad, a coward, and you deserved the anger Sans would no doubt be feeling towards you. You’d essentially told him that his friend didn’t matter, that her grief made her deluded… You’d even given him her name, when for whatever reason, they had specifically never told each other that information.
Well, you guessed that Sans definitely wouldn’t help you out now. It was a tossup as to whether or not he’d still be willing to keep an eye-socket out for your death, and if he did, it would only be for monster-kinds benefit, not yours.
You make your way back up through the hill in a daze, and your thoughts are as slippery as the tiles you cross. You manage to make it through without slipping again, and you feel a pile of snow land on your head before it shatters. You’ll never know what shape it took, and for whatever reason, this fact only makes you more depressed.
To the right is a path that leads down to Sans, where he shows off his short-cutting skills. You send it a guilty glance and continue forward, unwilling to confront Sans. You didn’t know how angry he would be with you. You can’t remember how he had appeared during the tile puzzle right after your argument – you’d shot straight through, and he hadn’t lingered behind. You wince, and could only hope that your abrupt and irritable behavior hadn’t offended Papyrus. Great, that was just another thing you could feel guilty about.
You would apologize to Papyrus if you ever saw him again. First, though, you had to make it through the snow poff room and Greater Dog. You were not looking forward to the upcoming fight, and desperately wished that you could save. You’d been lucky so far, managing to quickly disarm the dogs due to your foreknowledge, and the rest of the forest’s inhabitants had left you alone. There wasn’t a quick fix for Greater Dog’s battle though, so you braced yourself as best you could before approaching the last snow poff. Hopefully Sans was close by, despite his doubtless anger at you. This was probably going to hurt.
.oOo. .oOo. .oOo.
Everything hurt. Your body was sore, and you could already feel bruises forming on your skin. Your chest felt compressed, damaged, and you wondered if Greater Dog had messed up your ribs when he lunged at your chest for cuddles. Your hands were numb for being out in the cold for so long and then the sheer amount of repetitive stroking motions you had made to soothe the excited dog.
Greater Dog was long gone by now, and you wished you could see how much HP you had left – or even had in the first place – but that was impossible. You might be Underground, but there was no graphical user interface for you to interact with or read. It didn’t matter, though. It didn’t matter how much you were aching, how much you wanted to sleep.
The next stage of your adjusted plan was drawing close. If Sans wouldn’t bring you to the Capital, like his job said he should do, then you’d just have to get a member of the Royal Guard to do it. Papyrus wouldn’t drag you to the capital, but whenever he defeated Frisk in a fight… he always trapped them and locked them in his shed for Undyne, didn’t he? …For varying definitions of ‘trap’ and ‘lock’, of course.
There was no need for you to heal. The Nice Cream in your pocket-space inventory could wait for later. The quicker Papyrus dropped you down to minimum health, the quicker this would be over with. …The quicker you got moving, the quicker Papyrus would fight you.
With a groan, you rose to your feet and started forward. Greater Dog had pushed you to the ground and then never relented in his pursuit for affection. It had been adorable in the first few moments, before it quickly turned agonizing under his sheer force.
Luckily, the last bridge was right before you. You tapped a foot along the first ‘plank’ to ensure that the bridge was sturdy, and the hard rock you felt reassured you. Bless Papyrus’ heart for painting over the rock formation to make it look scarier. You were grateful that he’d also installed rope handrails, and gave them a gentle tug to ensure they were secured. The rope was taut, barely moving despite your efforts. Good.
You started slowly along the bridge, keeping a tight grasp on the ropes in case you tripped. You felt exhausted, and wouldn’t be surprised if you stumbled. Wouldn’t that be a terrifying waste of a death?
“HUMAN!” Papyrus interrupted your thoughts with his shout, and you looked up from your feet to see the two skeleton brothers waiting on the other side of the bridge. “THIS IS YOUR FINAL AND MOST DANGEROUS CHALLENGE!” The most challenging thing about this would be keeping a straight face, not showing any amusement or pain. “BEHOLD! THE GAUNTLET OF DEADLY TERROR!”
You examined the faces of the two across from you. Papyrus looked determined to stop you, to defeat you with his last puzzle. Sans…didn’t seem to be angry, but you weren’t really sure. He was wearing that same grin, just the same as always. Had it even dropped when you’d been yelling at him? Your anger had distracted you so much that you didn’t notice.
What immediately caught your notice now, however, was the giant spurt of flame erupting beside you…and the spiky mace above you…and the two spears pointed directly at you…and the canon, which at this point, seemed like the least threatening weapon…if it weren’t for the dog, which was happily bobbing from a rope. Yeah. The ‘Gauntlet of Deadly Terror’ was pretty intimidating – or it would have been, if you didn’t expect Papyrus to shut it down rather than activate it.
Until then, you simply enjoyed the heat from the flames. It burned against your numb skin, but this pain felt amazing. You took a step closer, holding out your hands to the warmth, and sighed with relief as feeling started to return.
“HUMAN! PLEASE BE CAREFUL! THAT IS NOT HOW YOU SOLVE THIS TRAP!” You blink and look back at Papyrus, who now seemed extremely worried. Why? You were just warming yourself with the nice fire. Sure, it would be dangerous if you got too much closer, but you weren’t that much of an imbecile…
“heh. i don’t think they can take the heat, bro.” Sans shrugged, and you wondered how much effort it took to look that careless.
“SANS!” Papyrus stamped his foot once, but turned back to face you, elegantly rubbing a gloved hand under his chin in thought. “DESPITE YOUR DEPLORABLE PUNNERY, I DO BELIEVE THAT YOU HAVE A POINT. THIS CHALLENGE SEEMS…A LITTLE UNFAIR,” Papyrus admitted sheepishly. “BESIDES! IT WOULD BE TOO EASY TO CAPTURE THE HUMAN WHEN THEY ARE ALREADY WOUNDED!”
You blinked in surprise. You were pretty sure, despite the sad state of your memory, that this wasn’t how the script went. How did Papyrus even notice you were hurt, anyways?
“IN FACT! I BELIEVE THAT WE SHOULD ENSURE THE HUMAN IS AT FULL HEALTH, SO THAT THE HUMAN CAN FULLLY APPRECIATE THE MAGNIFICENCE THAT IS THE GREAT PAPYRUS’ PUZZLES! NYEH-HEH-HEH-HEH!” Wait, what?
Before you had the time to recognize what was going on, Papyrus had dismissed the death trap and was striding towards you. You were frozen in place, looking up, up, up at the tall skeleton right before you. This was the closest you’d ever been to Papyrus, and now you could clearly see just how much taller than you he was. His bones looked larger than a normal human’s, and his face was far more pointed and narrow.
Despite his threatening countenance, his easy grin and warm kindness kept you from truly panicking. You were confused and uncertain, but not scared. He wasn’t crowding you, just standing right before you on the bridge. If you wanted, you could back up, but you didn’t see the need to just yet. He wasn’t…doing anything, just looking at you and now he was bending over?
“HUMAN?” He questioned softly. “WILL YOU COME WITH ME, PLEASE?” Automatically, you nodded before you even registered his question. There was no way that you could deny him anything when he asked with such a sincere voice. “ARE YOU ABLE TO KEEP WALKING?” You nodded again, more hesitantly this time, as you started to understand what he was asking. Your ribs still hurt, and you were slow, but you could keep moving forward…probably.
“GOOD! I AM GLAD!” Papyrus stood back up, no longer on your height, but you could still clearly see the smile on his face. “THEN, HUMAN, PLEASE FOLLOW ME BACK TO MY MAGNIFICENT ABODE, THE HOME OF THE GREAT PAPYRUS! IT IS THE BEST PLACE TO BEGIN FEELING BETTER, NO MATTER WHAT THE PROBLEM IS!” He held out a gloved hand to you, and your fists tightened reflexively on the rope railing.
You didn’t move. This…was not how things were supposed to go. You were supposed to fight Papyrus and then wait in his shed until Undyne arrived, and then be ferried to the barrier – either in person, or as a soul. Papyrus wasn’t supposed to stop and aid you. He wasn’t supposed to try to help you.
You take a faltering step backwards. This wasn’t making sense. You took another step backwards, barely feeling the rope burns starting to form on your hands. You were so confused. You stared at his face and step backwards, but it was locked in your vision, unmoving. What was he doing? You stepped back, but Papyrus was still too close to you, right there when you needed to stay away from him.
“HUMAN? THAT IS NOT FOLLOWING ME, NOR THE CORRECT WAY TO GO.” His voice rang in your ears, inescapable and powerful. “IN FACT, I BELIEVE THAT YOU ARE GOING IN THE EXACT WRONG DIRECTION!” He was slowly moving toward you, hand still outstretched. “LET ME GUIDE YOU, HUMAN. I PROMISE THAT I WILL NOT HURT YOU.”
He couldn’t promise that. That was the exact thing that he shouldn’t be offering. If he wouldn’t hurt you, then he would be the one getting hurt. You would be hurting him – were already hurting him. You could see the sting of rejection in your face. He didn’t know why you were denying him – he could only guess that you were afraid of him, or that he’d said something wrong. That he was wrong, when in reality, the only thing wrong here was you.
Go with him and make him feel better now, or run away so that he wouldn’t be hurt later? (Could you even run at all, with your body so sore? Maybe you should have eaten that Nice Cream after all, and maybe this could all have been avoided. Maybe he would let you get away?) This was why Sans should have just taken you straight to the king. Now it was inevitable that you hurt Papyrus, just like you’d already hurt Toriel.
Your heart hurt, and your head was spinning. What should you do? You hear a keening whine echoing between the cliffs, and realize that it’s you making the sound. You’ve let go of the ropes and crouched into a ball, rocking back and forth. Go or stay? Leave or go? Listen or Leave? Pain now or later? You were hurting, everything was so confusing, and you didn’t know what to do! Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth –
Something was surrounding you, lifting you. You curl up tighter, trying to draw yourself into a ball, trying to ignore whatever was going on in the world. You didn’t know what to do, and you couldn’t deal with this again, not so soon. You’d already done so much today, tried so hard. Let someone else deal with this, now. The pain was too much for you to handle – mental, physical, emotional -
Darkness came calling, beckoning you to fall. Gratefully, you let go, relaxing into the sturdy yet infinitely gentle hold. For now you would rest – everything else could come later.
.oOo. .oOo. .oOo.
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…so. You fainted, again, into the arms of someone who cares, again. At least this time it can be attributed to blood loss and emotional fatigue. …Is this a bad time to mention that I suffer from choice paralysis? I’ve never fainted from it, but I have been locked into place for indeterminable amounts of time, suffering mental agony the entire time…
lemme take a selfie
TWO GOOBERS BEING “SUPER SUAVE”
their friendship is very important to me okay
what a charming skeleton