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Whoooops- Forgot this account existed for a bit   lmao

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“I may or may not have some cash sport!” He would snicker a little as he glanced over at a pile of... leather??? Whatever it was it looked like a lot of things in a pile. The rabbit would look back at him and grin as he saw him pinch his nose, then slightly tilt his head, “Wadd’ya mean stay outside?”

"Oh shit waddup Dave---"

“Oh shit, whaddup, old sport!”

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Apologies-

For not being too active on this account, I uh, kind of forgot about it in the midst of things-

[ask-kiddiestrangler-davetrap]

A Suit of Withered Gold, Forgotten in Time.

Silence.

Not a single sound to be heard,

within a place where fantasy and fun had once come to life.

Now, an empty building where guilt and sorrows hang heavy.

The only hint of life,

A withered apart,

Man. Robot. Animal.

He still roams within the dead restaurant,

Waiting for some poor soul to disturb the never-ending silence.

Not a saint to protect from the horrors within it.

But a force that would ensure those stupid,

Or unlucky enough to stumble in.

Would never make it back out.

Shambling about within the abandoned corridors,

Year after year.

Awaiting an old friends arrival.

One who he fears may never show up.

One he fears wouldn’t care to show up.

The tiles encasing the walls,

Shattered,

By anger fueled rage.

Followed by screeches that would pierce into the ear of anyone near.

Long periods of times he would do nothing,

But sit and stare.

Still filled with the belief that an old friend will show.

It’s all the hope he has left.

Hundreds upon hundreds of plans thought of for when he returns.

At times his excitement would spike just thinking of him.

But forbid if another soul aside from his friend were to enter the building.

Cries.

Screams.

Silent.

The remains hidden,

Continues to roam and wait.

Await his friend.

Expect his friend.

Just,

wait.

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“It’s nothin’ too bad! Just a little smell!” He would very subtly fidget in place. This kind of situation terrified him, he had waited so long and he couldn’t believe this was happening. “No one would mind us!” He would sigh and with a kind of disappointed yet surprised voice he then said, “Granted they don’t care bout’ ya in Vegas unless you’ve got money.”

"Oh shit waddup Dave---"

“Oh shit, whaddup, old sport!”

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“Got no one else to blame but myself. Do I regret it? Nope.” He sigh and lean back against the wall once more. It would appear he isn’t too good at starting anything to do.

"Heya there, sport. Mind sparing some time to lift some boredom?" The deteriorating rabbit holding the eggplant man would lean against a wall as his words drift through the air with a crisp and horrendous smell. Trash rabbit.

“The last person to call me ‘sport’ ended up being a sociopathic asshole.” He sighed, leaning against the doorframe

“But, seriously, have you never heard of deodorant? Air freshener?”

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“In fairness my nostrils have been rotted out many years ago.” He would Pat the bear on the shoulder

"Heya there, sport. Mind sparing some time to lift some boredom?" The deteriorating rabbit holding the eggplant man would lean against a wall as his words drift through the air with a crisp and horrendous smell. Trash rabbit.

“The last person to call me ‘sport’ ended up being a sociopathic asshole.” He sighed, leaning against the doorframe

“But, seriously, have you never heard of deodorant? Air freshener?”

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“Yeah, but what’s the point of washing up if you’re hated anyway?” He would let out another laugh then sigh

"Heya there, sport. Mind sparing some time to lift some boredom?" The deteriorating rabbit holding the eggplant man would lean against a wall as his words drift through the air with a crisp and horrendous smell. Trash rabbit.

“The last person to call me ‘sport’ ended up being a sociopathic asshole.” He sighed, leaning against the doorframe

“But, seriously, have you never heard of deodorant? Air freshener?”

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The trash rabbit would laugh out at the bears first comment, “Maybe I do maybe I don’t. Deodorant doesn’t really work on metal though so that’s a no go.”

"Heya there, sport. Mind sparing some time to lift some boredom?" The deteriorating rabbit holding the eggplant man would lean against a wall as his words drift through the air with a crisp and horrendous smell. Trash rabbit.

“The last person to call me ‘sport’ ended up being a sociopathic asshole.” He sighed, leaning against the doorframe

“But, seriously, have you never heard of deodorant? Air freshener?”

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“W-.... sport.. ya can’t be serious right? Please tell me you’re just kidden around with me!” Dave would take a half step back as Jack would pull his hand away. “I’ve waited all this time for you to come back sport.” He seemed more taken back than expected. “What... what about the Vegas dream? We were never able to do it Old sport!”

"Oh shit waddup Dave---"

“Oh shit, whaddup, old sport!”

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“Only about a month, I thought for a second you would’ve left me here for good but I found you! And I’m so glad that I did too! I missed ya sportsy.” He said that last bit with a hint of empathy trailing behind his words. He would slowly reach his hand out towards Jack, “Mind if I tag along? It’ll be like old times! The two of us against all! Wadduya say old sport?”

"Oh shit waddup Dave---"

“Oh shit, whaddup, old sport!”

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DaveTrap would look down at Jack’s feet as he stepped back, “Well I heard you were in the area and thought to drop by! After all it has been a couple years give or take since we’ve last talked Sportsy!” The deteriorating rabbit would form a smile, it wasn’t necessarily a nice looking smile but it was something, as he took a slight step forward.

"Oh shit waddup Dave---"

“Oh shit, whaddup, old sport!”

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“If your feet touch the ground I’m going to let you go.” The rabbit would grunt that out and continue walking down the corridor.

Jack narrows his eyes. "U N G L Y boi."

“Says the fuckin’ tangerine.”

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Fucking yes. I can I’m fact say this is a c c u r a t e

hey @ask-kiddiestrangler-davetrap @bright-the-wolf

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M W A H A H A H A- and yes the weather is nice up here >:3

I’m 5'4 y’all.

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I ‘ m S i x F o o t O n e

T-POSES IVER BOTH OF YOU

I’m 5'4 y’all.

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He would just let out an annoyed sigh before patting his head. He would glance over at the open scars, which weren’t really scars yet were at the same time. He would watch his organs function. “Not the first time I’ve seen functioning organs.” The rabbit would laugh then stand up and pick up the drugged out orange.

Jack narrows his eyes. "U N G L Y boi."

“Says the fuckin’ tangerine.”