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couple meters if i'm lucky

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WHOS WITH ME!!!

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i have uhhhh

steel?

maybe chicken wings?

IM GONNA BE A REBEL AND START A REVOLUTION AGAINST @satan-offical

WHOS WITH ME!!!

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Driving in my car right after a beer!

Hey, that bump is shaped like a deer!

DUI?

How about you die?

I'll go a hundred miles, an hour!

Little do you know, I filled up on gas

Imma get your fountain-making ass!

Pulverize this fuck,

with my Bergentrück!

It seems you're out of luck!

TRUCK!!

Asgore is from buffalo this is cannon toby fox told me himself

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West Virginiaaaaaa

Country mamaaaaa

Take me homeeeeeee

County roadssssss

Growin' like a breeze

( ⚈̥̥̥̥̥́⌢⚈̥̥̥̥̥̀)

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So I found this short story i had to write for my english class. I wanted to share this somewhere. very light horror aspect and does have implied yuri (cannon just not shown yet(also the ending is bad but i cant be fucked to make it better yet)

Silver Lined Secrets

It had been hard for Carrie to adjust after her mother passed. It was a grueling 6 month battle, and she knew it was coming, but it still hurt. Carrie had moved into her mother’s home to clean things up, and to get out of the dingy apartment she was residing in. After two weeks of scrubbing, sweeping, dusting, and disposing of junk in the entire house, all that was left was the basement, constantly flooding and minimal lights, and the attic, a hopeless depot of clutter and rot. She begrudgingly chose the attic. The stairs made a spine chilling creek as they swung down. The stale air rushing down to meet her, tasted of wood rot and despair. Donning a dust mask after coughing her lungs out, Carrie finally trudged her way up the decrepit stairs.

In the attic, before her, a large bureau stood, ornate dark oak with golden handles, chains of iron locking it tight. She attempted to move the massive set, but it refused to budge. “How did she even get this bloody thing up here?” she screeched as she gave the oak one last shove, slumping over to catch her breath. “Screw it,” she cawed “I can get it later.” She opened the window, letting the cool breeze cool off the musty attic, and began sorting all the junk filling up the loft. The slight breeze rattled the chains just slightly, the jingling slowly burrowing into her ears, until it became unbearable. She marched downstairs in a fit of frustration, grabbed a pair of bolt cutters from the garage, and sheared the chain in two. No sooner did the chain fall to the floor did the top drawer shoot open, smacking her to the floor. A furious flame of green and black shot from the top drawer, becoming the shape of a woman, before shooting off out the window.

Carrie slowly picked herself off the floor, her heart pumping out of her chest. She grabbed the sharpest thing she had nearby, a screwdriver, and slowly peaked into the open drawer. It was empty save for a single note addressed “My daughter”, in her mothers writing. Three sentences followed. “I’m so sorry, but she is your burden now. Iron burns her. Don’t give her your name.” Her head began to spin. Who did she just release? Why did her mom have that just lying around? As the carousel in her mind wound down to a stop, she heard the doorbell with its warbled song. Jolting downstairs, she opened the door to find a tall woman, her skin pale and wrapped in a cloak of black, lace covering her striking eyes of emerald, and making up her sleeves which seemed slightly torn. “Good morning,” the woman said, her smile pure and kind. “May I come in?” Carrie, still on edge over the dresser, was wary of the strange woman. But against her better judgement, she let her enter. “Much appreciated sweetheart.” the mysterious woman sighed. “I’m sure you have many questions. All will be explained in due time.”

The woman slumped into the couch, motioning for Carrie to sit next to her. As she tentatively sat, she pondered what to ask. “Who are you? And what business do you have with me?”

“Mmm, no patience I see, but I won’t hold it against you. I have been stuck in a rivalry with your mother for a decade. She slighted me all that time and I couldn’t let such an act go unpaid. As for who I am, they call me Morgana.” Confusion seeped into Carrie’s expression more, why wouldn't her mother mention this? “But,” the fae continued, snapping focus back on her, “I have come to thank you, you freed me from that confounded cell, and I must say, for as much rage as I felt towards her, I am truly sorry for your loss.” She rose gracefully, like a flower in bloom, and took a bow. “I should be off, but I will return if ever you should need or wish.” and with that she seemingly melted into the carpet, a small golden coin all that proved the visitor had been there.

That night, Carrie could barely sleep. If her mother was hiding a whole person in her drawer… “What else could she have kept from me?” she asked aloud. But the shadows and the wind paid her no mind, offered no solace. She grew antsy. Slamming on a hoodie and sneakers, she decided to take a walk. “The fresh air will clear my head, right?” The clouds and the trees ignored her, offering no comfort. Silence smothered her as she walked. Not even the breeze in the trees or the sound of animals persisted. Around half an hour she paused, sitting on a tree stump to catch her breath, and to calm her nerves.

“Surely this silence is normal, after all everything is asleep, why wouldn't they be?” Only the silence responded.

Growing. It was deafening, yet it was nothing. It seemed to weigh her down, crush her under nothing. Burying her head in between her knees, she screamed.

And the silence stopped.

Looking up, a new figure stood before her. A woman with raven black hair and a white shawl, with a scarf as green as the forest around them around her neck. A basket of apples and berries sat in her arms. “Are you ok honey?” The woman asked.

“Long story.” Carrie replied coldly. “Mother just died and I find out she’s been keeping secrets.” The woman seemed puzzled. She set down her basket and took a seat next to Carrie.

“She wouldn’t happen to be the one who lived in the house just north of here, would she?”

“Did you know her too?”

“Oh yes, quite the charmer she was. But oh stubborn, she was. Turned down my courtship quite a few times, and I know I wasn't the only one. In fact, now I can see, you look damn near exactly like her. Just as if not more pretty than her”

Carrie blushed, not used to being complimented in such a way. “Ahh, I, ummmm…” She struggled to come up with anything to say. “You’re very pretty too.” she awkwardly spat out.

The woman chuckled as she stood. “Well it is very late. We should both be getting home now. I’m Bridget, by the way.” She handed Carrie a small paper with what appears to be a map. “I’ll see you soon Carrie, I can feel it.”

Carrie stood up, ready to walk back home and feeling just a little bit more at ease. As she walked back to the house, she accidentally stumbled into a clearing, within which sat a small fox. She didn't notice the creature but kept walking on. She didn't notice when the fox noticed her. And she didn't notice when that fox broke every bone in its body, standing upright. She noticed however, the figure it became. Body stretching and creaking as it grew impossibly large. Bones expanding to pierce through its jaw, dark ooze dripping from every orifice. The creature let out an ear blistering shriek as it charged after her. She ran. Blindly, stumbling across roots and smacking into branches. She looks over her shoulder to see the amalgam of flesh still shifting, still charging. She tripped. Her hands and knees scraped open from the tumble, she scurries, trying to recover. The pain keeps her down. The creature closes in. She can hear it. She tries to grab at something but all there is are mushrooms and rotted logs. A trail of blood is left on all she grabs at, until the beast catches up, and lifts her. The soulless, dark eyes are leaking more and more, the ooze coating its fur. She closed her eyes, braced for death, the slicing of claws, the thrashing of teeth, yet, she felt nothing. The beast froze. Where there just was none was now a figure. Two of them. One with a cloak darker than the night itself. And the other with a scarf, green as the grass. Morgana and Bridget. A spear appeared in Morgana’s hand, made of pure light. She threw it with all her strength into the beast’s stomach. Bridget from her basket produced a sword, with intricate runes inscribed on the blade. She slashed at the beast’s heel, and it fell to its knees, dropping Carrie. The beast shrunk back down into the tiny fox, and ran into the brush.

The fae and undead girl turned to look at Carrie, both nursing the few injuries she sustained. As they patched her up and made sure she could stand, all Carrie could think was “I love it here.”

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So I found this short story i had to write for my english class. I wanted to share this somewhere. very light horror aspect and does have implied yuri (cannon just not shown yet(also the ending is bad but i cant be fucked to make it better yet)

Silver Lined Secrets

It had been hard for Carrie to adjust after her mother passed. It was a grueling 6 month battle, and she knew it was coming, but it still hurt. Carrie had moved into her mother’s home to clean things up, and to get out of the dingy apartment she was residing in. After two weeks of scrubbing, sweeping, dusting, and disposing of junk in the entire house, all that was left was the basement, constantly flooding and minimal lights, and the attic, a hopeless depot of clutter and rot. She begrudgingly chose the attic. The stairs made a spine chilling creek as they swung down. The stale air rushing down to meet her, tasted of wood rot and despair. Donning a dust mask after coughing her lungs out, Carrie finally trudged her way up the decrepit stairs.

In the attic, before her, a large bureau stood, ornate dark oak with golden handles, chains of iron locking it tight. She attempted to move the massive set, but it refused to budge. “How did she even get this bloody thing up here?” she screeched as she gave the oak one last shove, slumping over to catch her breath. “Screw it,” she cawed “I can get it later.” She opened the window, letting the cool breeze cool off the musty attic, and began sorting all the junk filling up the loft. The slight breeze rattled the chains just slightly, the jingling slowly burrowing into her ears, until it became unbearable. She marched downstairs in a fit of frustration, grabbed a pair of bolt cutters from the garage, and sheared the chain in two. No sooner did the chain fall to the floor did the top drawer shoot open, smacking her to the floor. A furious flame of green and black shot from the top drawer, becoming the shape of a woman, before shooting off out the window.

Carrie slowly picked herself off the floor, her heart pumping out of her chest. She grabbed the sharpest thing she had nearby, a screwdriver, and slowly peaked into the open drawer. It was empty save for a single note addressed “My daughter”, in her mothers writing. Three sentences followed. “I’m so sorry, but she is your burden now. Iron burns her. Don’t give her your name.” Her head began to spin. Who did she just release? Why did her mom have that just lying around? As the carousel in her mind wound down to a stop, she heard the doorbell with its warbled song. Jolting downstairs, she opened the door to find a tall woman, her skin pale and wrapped in a cloak of black, lace covering her striking eyes of emerald, and making up her sleeves which seemed slightly torn. “Good morning,” the woman said, her smile pure and kind. “May I come in?” Carrie, still on edge over the dresser, was wary of the strange woman. But against her better judgement, she let her enter. “Much appreciated sweetheart.” the mysterious woman sighed. “I’m sure you have many questions. All will be explained in due time.”

The woman slumped into the couch, motioning for Carrie to sit next to her. As she tentatively sat, she pondered what to ask. “Who are you? And what business do you have with me?”

“Mmm, no patience I see, but I won’t hold it against you. I have been stuck in a rivalry with your mother for a decade. She slighted me all that time and I couldn’t let such an act go unpaid. As for who I am, they call me Morgana.” Confusion seeped into Carrie’s expression more, why wouldn't her mother mention this? “But,” the fae continued, snapping focus back on her, “I have come to thank you, you freed me from that confounded cell, and I must say, for as much rage as I felt towards her, I am truly sorry for your loss.” She rose gracefully, like a flower in bloom, and took a bow. “I should be off, but I will return if ever you should need or wish.” and with that she seemingly melted into the carpet, a small golden coin all that proved the visitor had been there.

That night, Carrie could barely sleep. If her mother was hiding a whole person in her drawer… “What else could she have kept from me?” she asked aloud. But the shadows and the wind paid her no mind, offered no solace. She grew antsy. Slamming on a hoodie and sneakers, she decided to take a walk. “The fresh air will clear my head, right?” The clouds and the trees ignored her, offering no comfort. Silence smothered her as she walked. Not even the breeze in the trees or the sound of animals persisted. Around half an hour she paused, sitting on a tree stump to catch her breath, and to calm her nerves.

“Surely this silence is normal, after all everything is asleep, why wouldn't they be?” Only the silence responded.

Growing. It was deafening, yet it was nothing. It seemed to weigh her down, crush her under nothing. Burying her head in between her knees, she screamed.

And the silence stopped.

Looking up, a new figure stood before her. A woman with raven black hair and a white shawl, with a scarf as green as the forest around them around her neck. A basket of apples and berries sat in her arms. “Are you ok honey?” The woman asked.

“Long story.” Carrie replied coldly. “Mother just died and I find out she’s been keeping secrets.” The woman seemed puzzled. She set down her basket and took a seat next to Carrie.

“She wouldn’t happen to be the one who lived in the house just north of here, would she?”

“Did you know her too?”

“Oh yes, quite the charmer she was. But oh stubborn, she was. Turned down my courtship quite a few times, and I know I wasn't the only one. In fact, now I can see, you look damn near exactly like her. Just as if not more pretty than her”

Carrie blushed, not used to being complimented in such a way. “Ahh, I, ummmm…” She struggled to come up with anything to say. “You’re very pretty too.” she awkwardly spat out.

The woman chuckled as she stood. “Well it is very late. We should both be getting home now. I’m Bridget, by the way.” She handed Carrie a small paper with what appears to be a map. “I’ll see you soon Carrie, I can feel it.”

Carrie stood up, ready to walk back home and feeling just a little bit more at ease. As she walked back to the house, she accidentally stumbled into a clearing, within which sat a small fox. She didn't notice the creature but kept walking on. She didn't notice when the fox noticed her. And she didn't notice when that fox broke every bone in its body, standing upright. She noticed however, the figure it became. Body stretching and creaking as it grew impossibly large. Bones expanding to pierce through its jaw, dark ooze dripping from every orifice. The creature let out an ear blistering shriek as it charged after her. She ran. Blindly, stumbling across roots and smacking into branches. She looks over her shoulder to see the amalgam of flesh still shifting, still charging. She tripped. Her hands and knees scraped open from the tumble, she scurries, trying to recover. The pain keeps her down. The creature closes in. She can hear it. She tries to grab at something but all there is are mushrooms and rotted logs. A trail of blood is left on all she grabs at, until the beast catches up, and lifts her. The soulless, dark eyes are leaking more and more, the ooze coating its fur. She closed her eyes, braced for death, the slicing of claws, the thrashing of teeth, yet, she felt nothing. The beast froze. Where there just was none was now a figure. Two of them. One with a cloak darker than the night itself. And the other with a scarf, green as the grass. Morgana and Bridget. A spear appeared in Morgana’s hand, made of pure light. She threw it with all her strength into the beast’s stomach. Bridget from her basket produced a sword, with intricate runes inscribed on the blade. She slashed at the beast’s heel, and it fell to its knees, dropping Carrie. The beast shrunk back down into the tiny fox, and ran into the brush.

The fae and undead girl turned to look at Carrie, both nursing the few injuries she sustained. As they patched her up and made sure she could stand, all Carrie could think was “I love it here.”

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fair

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oh, i will, you can count on that

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buffalo day >:3

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It's 7/16 day

You know what that means >:3

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