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“ngl” implies that there are times when you’re gl.

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“ ,, here. it’s just leftover- if i eat more, i might hurl, or something. and it’ll be stale if i try and save it for some other day. besides, creationday cake is time sensitive, eating wise. it’s gotta be eaten today! so- here. take it. or don’t! it’s all the same to me, braids. i just needed to palm this off on someone. ” pushes a paper plate towards five. there’s a big wedge of cake awaiting her upon it, icing, frosting layered thickly over it, buttercream smothering the spongy innards.

“I love leftovers, especially cake ones!”

Five hadn’t really experienced the wonders of desserts until quite recently, pilfering the obnoxious amount of sweets within the nest prepared for its self-proclaimed mistress. So when the paper plate was pushed towards her, she pulled it closer only to pause.

“But if you’ve got cake then- oh, is it your birthday?!”

“ Or.. creationday? Guess you weren’t really born, huh?”

She thought the name was rather silly, even if more accurate to the other girl’s circumstances to which she owes existence. Swinging her legs happily, she popped a small piece of the slice into her mouth before grinning.

“You should palm stuff off on me more often!”

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if i was a criminal i would do all my crimes on a scooter so the police would only see one footprint every few meters and theyd look for a one-legged man with powerful jumping muscles instead of me

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⚠️ TRADE OFFER ⚠️

i get: to talk to you

you get: annoyed

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“So you really can’t get out by yourself, huh? Can’t imagine why he hasn’t just thrown a basket over you and called it a day.”

Despite her taunting, Five found herself inching closer to the open vent. Should the other really do shriek for the floating man’s help, she would have to make her escape fast. As fun as messing with him was, there wasn’t any doubt in her mind he wouldn’t be as big a pushover as the craftsman was.

Glancing back down towards the other, she couldn’t help but lodge a final jab at the girl. A reminder of the vast difference in raw power she held in comparison to the man she threatened her with.

“Seriously, how embarrassing is that gonna be? If I were him, I’d wonder why I’m even serving someone so helpless!”

“You’re an ugly, spoiled little child who sits around and does nothing all day. Not much of a difference.”

Rolling her eyes, Five shook her head at the other. Talk about delusion, she wouldn’t survive a day outside of her cushy little corner of the world. The girl wished she could drag her to the outside, remind her what fate kids usually face in this world, humble her just for a second.

At her demand she scoffed, just how long has this kid been living like this? With the world cowering at her feet? Still, she entertained the command with a question.

“Why should I?”

A hiss departs from a raw throat, nose wrinkled with repugnance, and insults are guided to the remains of a torn heart, ferocity forming underneath her skin and out in the form of a low growl.

 “Well, unless you want the butler to demolish you, I suggest you release me immediately.” Such a loyal follower that man was, whose mistress voice could reach his ears in a second; much more inclined to catch her little cry for help.

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“I need stuff!”

Leaning over the counter, she looked down at the toaster on the floor. Not enough force, she’d have to crack it open with something else.

Looking around for something of use, Five paused every couple of seconds when her attention was grabbed by another item of interest. She picked up a knife, admiring her reflection within it for a moment before pointing it at the man.

“You got any hammers?”

Starter for: @tallmonotone

“Unhand me!!! Release me!!! I bite!!!”

Five squirmed within the man’s grip, slamming her fists around the hand that encompassed her. She was bluffing of course, no way was she going to risk catching whatever brain disease adults of this world seemed to contract, but he didn’t know that!

Looking up at him, she frowned and squinted as if simply thinking hard enough in his direction would will him to comply. So what if she’d kicked a few appliances off the counter, she was going to use the parts anyway!

“Let me go!!!”

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“You’re an ugly, spoiled little child who sits around and does nothing all day. Not much of a difference.”

Rolling her eyes, Five shook her head at the other. Talk about delusion, she wouldn’t survive a day outside of her cushy little corner of the world. The girl wished she could drag her to the outside, remind her what fate kids usually face in this world, humble her just for a second.

At her demand she scoffed, just how long has this kid been living like this? With the world cowering at her feet? Still, she entertained the command with a question.

“Why should I?”

Starter for: @pretendposition

“You make no sense.”

Staring down at the other from the shelf she’d scaled, Five squinted to see if the old cage dropped atop the other was enough to restrain her. She sure hoped so, the girl had more than a few choice words to share.

Huffing she moved the grate from the vent cover, a backup plan of escape in case the cage would prove ineffective. Still, a curiosity dwelled within her. This girl, this place, none of it made sense compared to the world outside. Since when were kids the monsters to be feared?

“You’re a kid, like me, but...you wanna kill me?”

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“Just clumsy, but I do like them!”

The other’s touch was acknowledged with the faintest of jolts, body still properly reacting to potential threat even if the girl herself never seemed to.

Setting her braid on the opposite side, Five watched the finger trace the scar. The specifics of its origins were a blur, as was much of her life in the direct aftermath of her nearly fatal plunge, but she knew it emerged a short time between then and now.

“Something silly to look back on and laugh about, y’know?”

coastalcanary​      /      that   one   girl  .   think   her   name   was   four   or   something ,

Starter for: @gglitch

“I got this one from some broken glass, this one from one of those big iron things, oh-!”

Five turned, lifting her braid from her neck to proudly displace yet another faded scar. She was littered in them, the girl wasn’t exactly the most graceful of people. It rather embarrassing, though she more often than not simply referred to them as her battle scars.

“And I got this one after falling off a cliff!”

Swinging her legs, she continued to ramble to the other. It was fairly certain at this point she’d more or less claimed the other girl as a friend, regardless of how much their interactions went against that notion.

“   er   ——   f   f  f  f  as ci n a t i n g  .   ”   

how   did   they   even   land   on   this   topic   again  ?   come   to   think   of   it ,   what   the   hell   is   she   doing   palling   around   with   this   strange ,   strange   girl ,   who   embraced   deletion   with   only   the   dying   wish   to   have   the   definition   of   cosplay   outlined   for   her  ?   …   sometimes ,   her   life   feels   as   though   she’s   plonked   unceremoniously   into   the   throes   of   interaction   with   no   context   and   is   expected   to   fumble   her   way   through   the   rest   of   it   like   a   plaything  .   

…   let’s   not   get   existential  .   rolling   her   eyes   and   glancing   over   each   faded   mark   on   the   girl’s   build   as   they’re   shown   obligingly   enough ,   glitch   lifts   her   brows  .

“   …   do   you   enjoy   bearing   these   scars  ?   or   are   you   simply   incredibly   uncoordinated  ?   these   incidents   all   sound   very   avoidable ,   had   you   only   been   conducting   yourself   more   carefully  …   ”   as   she   speaks ,   the   little   abomination   shuffles   up   a   bit   closer ,   head   canted   with   idle   intrigue  .   intrusive   as   ever ,   she   touches   her   pointed   finger   to   the   faint   white   line   marring   five’s   throat ,   tracing   it   lightly ,   absentmindedly  .   

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I think Five’s mindset is if she’s gonna die she might as well die cute, it just explains so much

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Fivecore

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Starter for: @gglitch

“I got this one from some broken glass, this one from one of those big iron things, oh-!”

Five turned, lifting her braid from her neck to proudly displace yet another faded scar. She was littered in them, the girl wasn’t exactly the most graceful of people. It rather embarrassing, though she more often than not simply referred to them as her battle scars.

“And I got this one after falling off a cliff!”

Swinging her legs, she continued to ramble to the other. It was fairly certain at this point she’d more or less claimed the other girl as a friend, regardless of how much their interactions went against that notion.

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Starter for: @tallmonotone

“Unhand me!!! Release me!!! I bite!!!”

Five squirmed within the man’s grip, slamming her fists around the hand that encompassed her. She was bluffing of course, no way was she going to risk catching whatever brain disease adults of this world seemed to contract, but he didn’t know that!

Looking up at him, she frowned and squinted as if simply thinking hard enough in his direction would will him to comply. So what if she’d kicked a few appliances off the counter, she was going to use the parts anyway!

“Let me go!!!”

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Starter for: @teachfear

“Just how long is that thing?!”

Practically kicking open another vent grate, Five dropped into familiar room of the school. She could hear the shrieks of the woman pursuing her close behind, still just as full of energy despite how long this chase had gone on.

Her eyes settled on another portion of the teacher’s freakish neck, stretching across into another system of vents. Sprinting by it, she made a series of sharp turns before reentering the room. Over and over this process was repeated, until the woman’s neck crisscrossed about every section of the classroom.

Utterly drained, the girl took to sheltering within the nearby cabinet. She had no idea if her plan had worked, sheer exhaustion left hiding her last resort. She sat, doing her best to listen for the woman despite her labored breathes.

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Starter for: @pretendposition

“You make no sense.”

Staring down at the other from the shelf she’d scaled, Five squinted to see if the old cage dropped atop the other was enough to restrain her. She sure hoped so, the girl had more than a few choice words to share.

Huffing she moved the grate from the vent cover, a backup plan of escape in case the cage would prove ineffective. Still, a curiosity dwelled within her. This girl, this place, none of it made sense compared to the world outside. Since when were kids the monsters to be feared?

“You’re a kid, like me, but...you wanna kill me?”

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<3 for a little terror