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That's some good shit right here

Tell me who Mike is, Big Shot!

[Note: This is a DeltaRune Tickling Fanfic. Heads-up that this Fanfic also includes a bit of cursing.

Amount of Words: Almost 3k.

Summary: Battat doesn't know who exactly Mike is. Spamton does seemingly know who exactly Mike is. Battat catches Wind of that Fact and tries to get an Answer from the stubborn Salesman, even if it means resorting to a certain Interrogation Technique in order to do so.]

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"Who is Mike?"

Words cut sharply through the Air as a green Palm pressed tightly against the Wall next to the sleazy Salesman, cornering him off from any potential Escape.

So close. Battat knows that he is so close to finally reaching the last crucial Puzzle Piece he oh so desperately needed in order to figure out the Solution to that very Question which has plagued him for such a long Time now. Too bad that someone else was holding onto that Puzzle Piece with his clammy Hands, one who did not seem very willing to give it away given by his uninterested Expression, black Eyes darting away to avoid the intense and piercing Gaze of green Eyes.

"Dunno whatcha talking about, Greenie.", Spamton huffed, Back still tightly leaning against the Wall behind him. From an outside Perspective, the Scene must have looked ridiculous to anyone else considering the minor Height Difference between the two, both short Men practically being towered over by everyone else around them, which is to say that one would not be at Fault for thinking these two looked like two Maice fighting for a Piece of Cheese.

"Don't play stupid with me!", the green Pippins raised his Voice in Irritation, his Gaze narrowing, "I know that you know who Mike is! So spit it out already!" There was no way Battat would let the Salesman lie his way out of this one. He literally overheard him and Tenna dropping Mike's Name in a Conversation just a few Hours prior!

The confrontational Tone of the green Pippins appeared to annoy Spamton only further seeing how his Eyebrows furrowed, his Response matching the former's Energy as his own Voice got slightly louder and his Head gained a faint, reddish Tint from Anger. "Well, I'm telling ya it's none of your damn Business, that's what!"

"It is!", Battat jabbed a Finger into Spamton's Side to accentuate his Point, though he was too caught up in his Rant to notice the slight Flinch this Motion caused, "Ya know how many sleepless Nights this Mystery caused me to have?! Many! Way too many to count!".

"Ha! Make it one more then 'cause you're getting nothing out of me, so good Luck with that!", a Hand attempted to lightly push Battat's away in a discreet manner and Spamton flashed his Signature Award-losing Smile at him, an Aura of Arrogance surrounding him.

Battat would not accept that as an Answer.

"You're. Not. Going. Anywhere. Until. You. Tell me!", with each Word, an agitated Finger jabbed directly into the Salesman's Side to really emphasize their Meaning, though all they did... was make Spamton squeak with the very last ones.

"..." Widened Eyes stared directly at each other, green ones flicking down to see what the Cause of that sudden Noise was, only to notice an index Finger lingering on the Area on the red, flashy Suit right between Spamton's Side and Stomach. Then, once green Eyes snapped back up once more, they caught the faint growing Blush on the other's Face.

Battat might have just found a way to make this unwilling Addison talk.

Spamton must have taken Note of the green Pippin's Line of Thought as he squirmed around uncomfortably and his Hand made another Attempt to shove the latter's away so it wouldn't be so close to him. "W-well, was nice talking to ya, but gotta go, 'cause, uh- I think I heard Tens call me! Time is Money! Can't leave the big Guy waiting, now can we- ehahaha!"

The nervous Addison fell into his rambling Salesman-Tone and tried to push past the green Die, though a Hand squeezed into his Side and redirected him back to the Wall, a surprised giggle slipping past his Throat.

"Lies and Excuses! The big Guy's preparing for his next Show right now! And until we're needed, we have a lots of Time to discuss, you and I!", Battat now added his other Hand into the Mix, Fingers digging into squirmy Sides which elicited another Squeak from Spamton.

To prevent and suppress any more embarrassing Noises from escaping, the tittering Salesman smacked a Hand over his Mouth, a goofy Smile tugging at the Corners of it. This, however, proved to be a Mistake as the other Man used the Opportunity to target his now unprotected Ribs, his giggles increasing. "H-hohohow can ya be-AHAhahehe- be soho sure about that? Whahat if the big Guy neeheheds us rihihight nohohow?Ahahehehaha! L-let's gohoho cheheck!"

Battat's Expression formed into an unimpressed one and in Response, his Fingers clawed into Spamton's lower Set of Ribs, making sure to slowly trace and drag them along there to draw out more squeaky Laughter. "Ya think I'm stupid? Stop trying to distract from the Topic at Hand! Just tell me who the Hell Mike is!"

"Nehehever!", Spamton, the stubborn Man that he is, showed a defiant Glimmer in his Eyes. With one Palm firmly pressed against his Mouth and muffling his Laughter, he used his free Arm to shield any more ticklish Spots from being poked and prodded at by mischievous Fingers, though it was a rather poor Attempt at that as the green Pippins managed to easily slip a Hand into one of his Armpits. Once Fingers started to scribble away there, the Salesman immediately clamped his Arm down, high-pitched cackling now freely flowing from his Mouth without any Hand to cover it up and his Head shaking from left to right, Shoulders trembling with Mirth.

The green Pippin's had to admit that the Reaction of the short Addison were rather silly, to the point it felt somewhat Fun to mess around with him like this. If that wasn't enough, considering he was someone who paid great Attention to the finer Details around him, there was something peculiar he took Note of. As much as the sleazy Salesman was squirming and flailing around, he wasn't really fighting back. Yes, perhaps there were a few Pushes and Shoves here and there, including some weak tapping against the Pippin's Arm, but they were noticeably light in Nature and Battat was pretty sure with how aggressive and angry Spamton can actually get, he could have been thrown to the Side a while ago if so truly desired. Heck, the other Day, Battat witnessed Spamton punch a Wall so hard out of Anger, it knocked one of the small Stars sticking to the Surface off of it.

Which meant... Spamton was holding back on purpose right now.

Battat's Face might have been neutral on the outside, but on the inside there was a clear and devious Grin forming. Perhaps, he could plan to use that Piece of Information against the stubborn Addison. "Never, huh? Are you saying that because you genuinely mean it or 'cause you actually WANT me to tickle you?", he slowed his Fingers to a halt to give the other short Man the Chance to fully focus on his Words, the Grin from the inside now translating to the outside as he leaned in with his Face.

That seemed to do the Trick as Spamton appeared caught off-guard by the sudden Accusation, his Cheeks flushing a bright red and small Beads of Sweat forming on his Forehead. "W-whaha?!", a flustered Laugh sputtered out of his Mouth which hung agape in Shock, "What's THAT supposed to mean? You accuse me of creating Diversions left and right, yet now you're the one changing Topics out of nowhe-EEEAHAHEHEREHE!!".

A loud Squeal rang through the Room as Hands clasped around the Pippin's Wrists, playful Thumbs digging into the Salesman's Stomach which caused him to lose his Balance and fall against the latter to support his own Weight, Chin resting against a Shoulder while shrill Laughter poured out uncontrollably.

With the Dam finally broken, perhaps Spamton was now more willing to share what he knows. "Sooo, you're ready to talk yet?", Battat intentionally ran Circles over Spamton's Stomach with both Thumbs, sometimes tracing over the middle of it, earning him another screechy Squeak, "Or you wanna do this the hard way and have me keep interrogating you? Honestly, anything's fine with me. We can also just flip a Coin and see what sticks-"

"FIHIHINE! FIHINE! YOHOU ASSHOHOLE!", chaotic cackling cut through his Words, "I'LL TAHALK!! IHIHI'LL TAHAHAHALK!!!"

Thumbs came to an immediate stop. That... actually worked surprisingly well.

Seconds passed as the small Addison gradually calmed down from his Giggle Fit, his Breath slowly evening out. Though, when even a few more Seconds passed without any Answer being spoken aloud, Battat was getting a rather impatient. Truth be told, being aware that he was possibly about to receive the very Solution to the biggest Question he had in his entire Life had him at the Edge of the Seat and apparently, he wasn't one who handled Anticipation very well.

"Well? Spit it out already!", his Antsiness showed as he slightly pressed his Thumbs into Spamton's Stomach again, his Hands still resting there and feeling a startled Jolt in turn, "You're the one who said Time is Money, so don't keep me waiting!"

"ACK! FIHihine, fine! You drive a hard Bargain, jeez!", Spamton let out a Huff of Air and leaned back to look at Battat before recollecting himself, the Atmosphere around him growing a bit more serious all of the sudden, "Alright, here it goes, dear Customer. Mike... Mike is..."

This is it! This is what Battat has been hoping for! Finally, it's happening!

"... Mike is your Mom."

"..."

Silence stretched between the two short Men, one having an unreadable Expression while the other had a Shit-eating Grin plastered across his entire Face.

"Welp, if that's everything, I'll be taking my leave now-", Spamton started to walk away with Confidence in his Step, though a Hand on his Shoulder stopped him. Confused, he turned his Head to look back - only to be thrown onto the Ground, the furious Pippins wrestling with him to sit on top of him and keep him pinned on the Floor.

This is what will cause Battat to personally kill Spamton G. Spamton!

"You Son of a- You think this is all a funny Joke to you, don't cha?! Huh?! Don't cha?!", Battat's Face turned red from Anger, Arms continuing to wrestle with the Embodiment of Spam E-Mail until he managed to get ahold of one of his Legs, putting it into a Chokehold.

"You stupid- Ya really thought for even one Second that I would actually tell you?! Not the slightest Chance, you little green $14.99 Slime! Not even for all the Money in the World! You can bet your Square-Ass that I would rather perish before I'll- h-hey, whatareyoudoing?!" Spamton's Rant was interrupted once he felt one of his Shoes being removed and haphazardly tossed aside, his boastful Tone turning into a frantic one and Eyes widening to the Size of Dinner Plates. "H-hey now! Let's not get carried away here! I'm sure I can compensate you in some Shape or Form with a nice Deal!"

"You think this is reeeally funny, huh?!" The green Pippins rummaged through his Pockets and after a few Moments finally pulled out the exact Item he was searching for: A Pen. "Well, I'll give you something to laugh, alright!"

Using the blunt End, Battat dragged the Pen across the socked Foot of the Salesman in a methodical manner, Shapes such as Circles and Eights running over his Sole. The Effect was instantaneous as Spamton erupted into Ear-splitting Screech followed by hysterical guffawing and the occasional Snort.

"EHEHAHAHAHAHA!! NAHAHA- EAHAHAHA- NAHAHAT THAT!! ANYTHIHING BUHUHUT THAHAHAHAT!!!", the Salesman frantically grasped at his black Hair and dug his Fingers into it, but then quickly resorted to hiding his bright-pink Face into the Crook of his Arm instead while his balled-up Fist banged against the Floor over and over again, his sensitive Nerves being alit with ticklish Energy traveling through them at a rapid Pace.

Despite that, the devious Die was relentless in his Pursuit to exact Revenge onto the small Addison, the Option of Mercy having been pretty much thrown out of the Window at this point. "Whatcha gonna do now, huh?! Call out for Help?! Perhaps call for Mike?! Oh wait, that's right! There was something about that, now wasn't there?!", Battat scritched the blunt Part of the Pen right under Spamton's Toes to which he absolutely lost it, snorty Laughter resonating from him. Even though Battat seemed really agitated and Part of him indeed was, there was another Part of him that actually enjoyed putting the Jerk of an E-Mail Guy into his rightful Place, even though he wouldn't admit it out loud. So far, his previous Theory with Spamton enjoying being tickled still held true as well, seeing how not a single Plea to stop has been uttered for the entire Time this has been going on. And Theories had to be proven correct, now don't they?

"You're stubborn, ya know that?! First not wanting to tell me who Mike is and then not wanting to acknowledge that you like being tickled!"

"WROHO-EHEHAHA-WROHOHONG! I DO NAHAHAT!!"

"Say stop, then!" With a sly Smirk, the green Pippins slowed the Pen down to gently graze the Ball of Spamton's Foot in a circular Motion, light enough so that the uncontrollable Laughter turned into soft giggling and allowed the flustered Salesman to form proper Sentences.

Yet, he continued to giggle... and giggle... and giggle...

"Well?"

"Shut- EHEhehaHAHAha- shuhut your Mouth or I'll sehehend ya to the Prihihincipal's Office ahAHAHAhand- ehehehe- and have you expehehehelled!"

"Wha-", that caught Battat off-guard so much to the point he started to giggle himself from the sheer Absurdity, "Whahat is thahat supposed to mean, ya Duhuhummy?".

"Nohohot repeating mysehehelf- EHEHEAHAHA, H-HEHEHEY!! I WAHASN'T REHEADY, YAHAHA LITTLE SHIHIHIT!!", a new Wave of cackling sprung forth out of Spamton upon feeling the blunt Part of the Pen scraping against the Arch of his Foot, his Toes curling out of Reflex.

"Nohot my Problem.", the Pen followed a structured Line, steadily going up and down. Thinking about this Situation a bit further, the devious Die had an Idea on how to use this Information as Blackmail against the arrogant Big Shot, shown by how much his malicious Grin grew. "Say, I know a Deal we could strike! You tell me who Mike is and for that, I won't tell Tenna about you enjoying being tickled! How's that sound, huh?"

"DOHOHO THAHAT A-EHEHAHA-AND I WILL KIHIHILL YOU PERSONAHAHALLY!!", Spamton tried his best to sound as intimidating as possible, yet his bright red Blush across his Cheeks and high-pitched chortling pretty much foiled him in that Endeavour.

Speaking of the Devil, a nearby Door flew open all of the sudden, a cheerful Voice instantly interrupting the Quarrel between the two, short Men and Battat's Pen flew out of his Hand in Shock.

"Ooh Spammy~! Mike~! Where are y-", the TV happily called out their Names but stopped in his Tracks once he saw a stunned Battat sitting on top of an embarrassed Spamton, Leg still held in a Chokehold. He quietly stared, his Screen slightly tilting to the Side.

"... Uuuh, h-hey, Boss.", the green Pippins stammered, Eyes wide.

Spamton elected to keep a Hand pressed tightly over his Mouth, not trusting himself to speak up without breaking into an accidental Fit of Leftover Giggles, some Phantom Tickles still targeting his ticklish Nerves.

Meanwhile, the TV tried to make Sense of what he was seeing - until a Lightbulb seemingly appeared right over his rectangular Head as if he connected the Dots. "Oh, you both are acting out the Script for the upcoming Wrestling Show, I see! Diligent as always! I like it!"

Battat... somehow couldn't believe that he didn't have to come up with an Excuse for this Situation, Tenna practically handing him one on a Silver Platter, his Brain just taking a few more Moments to process what just happened.

"Uh, oh, y-yeah! That's right! Wrestling, and all that Jazz- EACK!" The Loss of Focus was enough for the Salesman to grasp the Opportunity and throw the distracted Pippins right off of him, immediately stumbling up onto his Feet and scrambling behind Tenna in order to hide behind his Leg, however not before grabbing his missing Shoe.

"Good Idea! We could add some Jazz Music during some Intervals of the Show! Great thinking!", Tenna, unaware as ever, was caught up in Delight by the apparent Ideas which were being suggested to him, completely oblivious to what just actually occurred.

Battat sat straight back up onto the Ground, his green Eyes wandering over to the small Addison who was peeking out from behind Tenna's Leg - only to see him blow a Raspberry right at him in a taunting and petty manner.

"Yeah. Only the best for the best.", he tried to put on a jolly Tone for the TV but couldn't help but grit his Teeth in Annoyance, piercing Eyes aimed directly at the Salesman who was flashing a Shit-eating Smirk right back.

"Indeed!", Tenna clasped his Hands together, "Spammy, I need you to write those Ideas down for me and later brainstorm some more together with me!", the giant TV Man turned around on his Heel energetically, Passion practically emanating from him, "The Views for our Quota will shoot through the Roof, I tell you!".

Before Spamton left the Room along with Tenna, he turned around one last Time to glance back at Battat, only to see him pointing his two Fingers at his green Eyes and then towards at Spamton's, repeating the Motion a few Times.

One Day, he would get an Answer out of the sleazy Big Shot, no matter how much Determination it would take the green Pippins to do so.

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I drew my two favourite Characters having a friendly Interaction with each other- uwu

Spamton NEO doesn't know how to actually use his Wings, so Berdly is trying to teach him how to fly- uwu

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Happy birthday bestie!!!

I gained a Level today- :^3

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Bro's excitement causes à factory reset

Find yourself à person as obsessed with you as gaster is about the player

Silly Thought:

Assuming the Voice and Gaster are the same Entity, what if the Reason as to why UnderTale and DeltaRune reset when you attempt to type Gaster's Name is due to Gaster getting so excited upon being mentioned by the Player that it causes a Crash?- .w.

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She is!! I deadass thought she reminded me of fluttershy with some pinkie pie sprinkled in

Casey from NSR is literally Fluttershy ^^ she is absolutely wonderful

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Random Headcanons Beam Blast, go!-

If Spamton was in the Light World, I bet his favourite Type of Weather would be sunny Weather with a few Clouds in the blue Sky-

Compared to that, me thinks that Jevil would love Thunderstorms due to their chaotic and unpredictable Nature (watch Jevil count the Seconds from when a Lighting Bolt appears to when Thunder loudly sounds)-

I feel like Spamton would be the Type of Person to be enamoured of Sunrises and Sunsets, being fascinated by how the Colour of the Sky changes-

Spamton draws and doodles in his free Time, it distracts his Mind and sometimes helps him with gathering his Thoughts. He also loves drawing because it somewhat gives him a Sense of Control and Freedom, plus he is creating something with his very own Hands and Passion-

(A small AU/"What if" Scenario, but considering how ambitious Spamton is, imagine he somehow stopped pursuing the Path of being the Spam E-Mail Guy and instead became either a Car Salesman, Car Mechanic or Artist in the Light World. Or alternatively, him becoming an Artist in the Dark World in order to change himself into something considered much more desireable in the Eyes of the Lightners and the Light World-)

The Reason Spamton looks like a Mannequin/Puppet is because the Deletion Process "burned" his "Skin" away/corrupted his Data and Appearance (Spam E-Mail got dragged into the Recycle Bin)-

I can imagine that Seam and Jevil played a lot of betting Games together in the Past (considering Jevil appears as a Bet Option in Tenna's Battle and Seam bets with the Addisons in a Game of Cards). In the same Vein, the Addisons and Spamton also played betting Games-

Spamton can speak multiple Languages (based on that one Answer about his favourite Food from the Spamton Sweepstakes)-

Silly Idea, but besides the Colour Red, I think Spamton would like the Colour Blue (the Sky is blue, Pipis are blue, the Addison who attempted to check on him is blue, Virgin Mary is associated with the Colour blue, blue is a calm Colour, etc)-

Spamton swears like a Sailor. Jevil does not but could drop a very precise F-Bomb if so desired and if he thinks it would be very hilarious to do so- (As a Joke: Spamton: "ACK!! S0N OF A- WHAT TH3 [$#&]?????!!" Rouxls Kaard: "Le gasp! I cannot believeth what VILE words fell upon mine ears justeth this Second, leteth alone rights in fronteth of prince Lancer!" Lancer: "My ears were plucked up with yogurt! What did the funny puppet say?- :^D" Jevil, with the most devilish Grin on his Face known to Darknerkind: "OOH, DEAR PRINCE, FRET NOT! DON'T GET YOUR EARS TWISTED IN A KNOT. FOR I SHALL REPEAT THE SALESMAN'S WORDS, WORDS! THEREFORE, I QUOTE: WHAT THE FU-")

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Please Help my family 🙏

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I am Shams from Gaza, 17 years old, a girl from a family of 7. I was in my first year of high school before the war. I loved my family, my school, my friends, and life itself. But the war came and took everything I loved away.

The days have passed filled with loss and hunger. We no longer go to school—education has stopped, my school and home were bombed, and now my sister, her four daughters, and I all live in a single room.

We are struggling just to find a bite to eat, to have a roof that protects us from rain, rocket shrapnel, and the smell of gunpowder. Time passed, and I was supposed to take my final exams this year, but the war took away our right to education in every way.

We are facing the worst living conditions—insanely high prices for food, cleaning supplies, and medicine. We are displaced after losing our home. My father was injured while trying to find food; he suffers from a herniated disc in his back.

We are truly in need of help. Life here is almost impossible, and the conditions are extremely harsh. Please help me secure shelter, food, medical care, and at least a livable situation. A little from you can make a big difference.

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I have already contributed to her Kofi, and now I ask you to help, especially if you have ever used the lesbian flag. Even if you can't donate, I urge you to share her Kofi around to reach more audiences

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Hello friends, I am Abdullah Salem Abdullah Jaafar, 26 years old, a graduate of the University College with a degree in Information Technology - Multimedia. I used to have a beautiful family; I’m married and have four children, and my wife is pregnant.

I previously worked at a multimedia company, but because of the war, I lost my job, my home, my car, and now I have no place to live or work.

During the war, we were forced to evacuate more than four times. Each time, we had to leave everything behind without taking any of our personal belongings.

I live in northern Gaza.

We were displaced to southern Gaza, then to Deir al-Balah, then to Rafah, and now we live in an uninhabitable tent that is not suitable for living.

My daughter Rahaf was martyred in the war due to Israeli airstrikes. Now I have Iman, Malak, Basel, and my wife is in her seventh month of pregnancy.

Please, I am in desperate need of your help just to provide food and water for my children.

I lost my home and we have become homeless."

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Steal something from my room!

Thanks for the tag @astarioffsimpmain !! I stole your many books on hauntings of various locations. Trying to relive the heights of buzzfeed unsolved haha.

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My name is Moataz, a journalist from Gaza.

My story!

Imarried Huda on June 22nd. I was very happy with her. I photograph humanitarian issues for the world. The war started and we were exposed to a deadly attack that we miraculously survived.

We became homeless, without food or drink. My wife was crying. I set up my tent for the first time after displacement on November 1st. We sought refuge with all the relief organizations, but no one helped me. We are now awaiting the birth of our first child after a long wait. Huda is pregnant... I tried to search for safety by any means, for me, my wife Huda, and our eagerly awaiting son, Malek! 😭

We were surprised by the new displacement and the terrifying sight of the bombing. We lost everything we owned for the second time, we took refuge in Rafah, I tried in every way to provide healthy food for my wife and our expectant child, but we were surprised for the third time by a major attack that made us leave without any food or shelter, Huda is eight months pregnant and we were displaced for the fifth time, this time is the worst, Huda and I stayed for five days sleeping on the burning sand of the sea. We did not taste food for five days, 💔

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we were forced to sell sweets to save and pay the price of the tent. The date of birth of our first child, Malek, came, while we were preparing our tent to receive him, the place next door was bombed. Huda saw the remains, she lost consciousness, Dr. Ghassan requested an emergency delivery, Malek, our first child, died, I cried bitterly, and she entered a state of blood poisoning. All I want from you is to help me to save my family and Huda and restore my hope in life, from now on you, my family, I want to reach my goal, any donation. Help me save my family, if you can't please I just want to cry💔🥹🙏

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Deadline 20 August

Subject: Collecting the rest of the amount of my father's operation

Current process:

USD 2,850 / $3,550

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Because of your kindness, my father was able to have the urgent leg surgery he needed after his painful fall. We used every dollar of the $700 we raised to pay part of the cost, but we still face a heavy burden. With the remaining $300 plus a 40% withdrawal fee, we now need a total of $700 to cover everything.

In Gaza, where every medical step feels like an uphill battle, your support has already been a ray of hope in our darkest days. Please help us reach this final amount so my father can recover in peace, without the worry of unpaid hospital bills. Your donation no matter how much can be the last step that allows him to heal and walk again.

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Yes, prices have finally started to go down,

but sadly, we no longer have any money left to buy anything.

We spent all our savings during months of suffering and hunger,

and now we have nothing left… we just stare at food as if we’re strangers to it.

This is no longer just hardship — it’s complete helplessness.

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I am Mohammed, I live in the northern besieged Gaza Strip, I am 21 years old, I have always tried to create a beautiful future for myself in which I achieve all my wishes. I had ambitions and dreams, but they evaporated because of the war, but I still want to achieve them despite the siege. During the war, I lost many things, including my university, my dreams, my job, and some friends. Despite that, I still want to achieve my dreams and ambitions. I want to rebuild my life again, so please help me in that and rebuild my life. Therefore,

please donate as much as you can because that helps me a lot. If you cannot donate, tell people about my suffering.

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I am Kareman Dohan، From besieged Gaza

I record this message in the 21st century, specifically in the year 2025, fully aware and in sound mind. I hereby testify, confess, and declare that a criminal entity—ruled by violent gangs—has revived the horrors of Nazism, and has even surpassed them. For over 600 days, it has committed one of the greatest atrocities of our modern age, in a place called Gaza. They murdered our children before our men, our women before our youth. They destroyed homes, displaced families, and starved the innocent. And this brutal campaign has not stopped—not even as I speak these words. The world today counts more than 8.2 billion people, Yet not a single force has been able to stop the bloodshed, or protect the defenseless.

I call upon every free soul, every conscience still alive, Spread this message far and wide.

Speak up. Act.

Support my people. Support my family.

Let your silence not be another weapon used against us.

Silence is complicity.

Solidarity is a duty.

Donate to my family and my little boy, donation links below the post or by clicking here

Short video of 600 days of war

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My campaing vetted by/ @90-ghost here @gaza-evacuation-funds here My number in post 6

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Don't skip 🚨Emergency

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, ( #564)✅️

We have been forcibly displaced from our homes and now find ourselves without shelter, food, or basic necessities.

We urgently call on kind-hearted individuals and humanitarian organizations to come to our aid.

Every donation, no matter how small, can make a big difference in the lives of our children and families.

🚨Please help us — time is running out 🚨

My name is Mahmoud Al-Halaq, from Palestine - Gaza - I am 29 years old. This message is addressed to every person who carries compassion, kindness, and love in their heart. After 470 days of war on Gaza, the destruction that has occurred, the displacement we have faced, moving from one place to another, and the loss and death of loved ones and friends, I found myself alone without a home or place, and even the prices of food are astronomical. The world has changed so much that life has become gloomy and boring. Therefore, I ask for your help in rebuilding myself, my life, and my family's life anew. You are our remaining hope in life. If there were an opportunity to work, I would not waste a minute nor ask for help from anyone, but I urgently need assistance for my family, my children, and the women to rebuild what has been destroyed and crushed in this devastating and painful war. Thank you for your time and support; we draw our strength and resilience from your support. 🍉

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"Help sooad Family Survive & Rebuild in Gaza"

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Hello, my name sooad Muhammad, I am a 61-year-old mother and former school teacher from Gaza💔

After the army entered the city, we went out to Rafah under the attack of planes and missiles.And the bullets that spare no one, we lived in torn tents that did not protect from the heat, the cold, or the rain. All the words in the world cannot describe what we have lived through. All I want is for you to look at me and my family with a merciful heart and help me.

Before October 7th, I lived a humble life, dedicated to teaching and raising my children. But everything changed. Since that day, my family and I have been living in unimaginable conditions—without electricity, without clean water, without safety.

Our home was destroyed, and we now sleep in a torn tent, exposed to the freezing cold. My children cry from hunger and fear. The markets are empty or unaffordable. Bread is now a luxury—I knead pasta just to make something to fill their stomachs

Please open your heart and stand with us in this time of despair.

We are not asking for much—just a chance to survive. A blanket for the cold. A piece of bread. A roof that does not leak. A moment of peace for my children

I am humbly asking for your help. Your donation, no matter how small, can give us warmth, food, and hope. It can help us survive these dark days and rebuild a life with dignity.

Your support means the world to me and my family.

Please donate 🙏

All the destruction that you see, we live every day a hundred times, and we live hunger, death, and a life that has no taste of life