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*muun sat her smile looked intimidatingly sweer she would walk to gabriel and give him a gift a fresh baked cake her ruby red eyes shined hauntingly at him the cake looked good but it had blood red iceing and red velvet intiror * oh dont worry about the iceing its made of cherry juice and butter cream *she smiled sweetly ((i kinda want this nsfw if thats okay)

ooc; OKay I've kinda put off answering this for a while bc I've seen you over on my writing blog (I distinctly remember you as the one who asked for an sfw updike x pregnant reader! not judging btw it was a cute prompt i just never got to it) However I'm going to have to decline RPing with you in a NSFW setting because you have no age in your bio and I would rather not rp with someone who's age I cannot confirm, especially when the way you type indicates you're fairly young. Very sorry!

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[ask-updike-tgg]

"Hmn, Gabriel happens to be my name, too... You can call me Updike, however. It's my surname, most people call me by that. And, if this is your home, I suppose I should ask you before taking you anywhere, do you.. Want to stay here?"

Gabriel was sitting in the abandoned basement, the sound of bugs keeping the room from being completely silent.

Suddenly, there was a new sound that he could hear up above. A sound he hadn’t heard in so long.

Footsteps...

@plush-cloud

Updike had been looking for a target in this, old, empty, dilapidated building. The air was musty and stuffy, and he couldn’t stand it. And even worse, the target was nowhere to be seen. Damnit, he’d lost it, hadn’t he? Stupid…

But something caught his eye.

A small plush toy, one that looked near exactly like him. It caught him off guard, I mean, anybody would be upon finding a doll replica of yourself in a stuffy abandoned basement. Regardless, he slowly approached it. “Yeesh… ‘seen better days, huh..?” There he goes with his old habit.. Talking to himself again. It’s not like the doll could hear him… Right?

@plush-cloud

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He noticed the stuffing coming from the plushies leg and paused. It's unlikely this thing means much harm, I mean, look at the state it's in...

Letting out a soft sigh, he extended his arm to his soft counterpart. "Let me get you out of here. I have questions, but I'm decent enough to help you first." He said sympathetically.

"Do you have a home? Or a name?"

Gabriel was sitting in the abandoned basement, the sound of bugs keeping the room from being completely silent.

Suddenly, there was a new sound that he could hear up above. A sound he hadn’t heard in so long.

Footsteps...

@plush-cloud

Updike had been looking for a target in this, old, empty, dilapidated building. The air was musty and stuffy, and he couldn't stand it. And even worse, the target was nowhere to be seen. Damnit, he'd lost it, hadn't he? Stupid...

But something caught his eye.

A small plush toy, one that looked near exactly like him. It caught him off guard, I mean, anybody would be upon finding a doll replica of yourself in a stuffy abandoned basement. Regardless, he slowly approached it. "Yeesh... 'seen better days, huh..?" There he goes with his old habit.. Talking to himself again. It's not like the doll could hear him... Right?

@plush-cloud

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"OH GOOD GRACIOUS HEAVENS!"

Updike fell backwards, stumbling onto his behind and clapping a hand over his mouth. "WHA- HUH!?" He tried to speak, stunned stutters escaping the muffling fluff-coated hands holding his words back. This toy, this- It's alive!? What on earth is this!? So many thoughts rushed through Updike's head, many of them being paranoid. Is this a mimick of some kind? Was it going to kill him? Was it dangerous? As his hands dropped to prop him up against the cold concrete floor, all he could force out of his mouth was a...

"What.. Are you!?"

Gabriel was sitting in the abandoned basement, the sound of bugs keeping the room from being completely silent.

Suddenly, there was a new sound that he could hear up above. A sound he hadn’t heard in so long.

Footsteps...

@plush-cloud

Updike had been looking for a target in this, old, empty, dilapidated building. The air was musty and stuffy, and he couldn't stand it. And even worse, the target was nowhere to be seen. Damnit, he'd lost it, hadn't he? Stupid...

But something caught his eye.

A small plush toy, one that looked near exactly like him. It caught him off guard, I mean, anybody would be upon finding a doll replica of yourself in a stuffy abandoned basement. Regardless, he slowly approached it. "Yeesh... 'seen better days, huh..?" There he goes with his old habit.. Talking to himself again. It's not like the doll could hear him... Right?

@plush-cloud

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Gabriel was sitting in the abandoned basement, the sound of bugs keeping the room from being completely silent.

Suddenly, there was a new sound that he could hear up above. A sound he hadn’t heard in so long.

Footsteps...

@plush-cloud

Updike had been looking for a target in this, old, empty, dilapidated building. The air was musty and stuffy, and he couldn't stand it. And even worse, the target was nowhere to be seen. Damnit, he'd lost it, hadn't he? Stupid...

But something caught his eye.

A small plush toy, one that looked near exactly like him. It caught him off guard, I mean, anybody would be upon finding a doll replica of yourself in a stuffy abandoned basement. Regardless, he slowly approached it. "Yeesh... 'seen better days, huh..?" There he goes with his old habit.. Talking to himself again. It's not like the doll could hear him... Right?

@plush-cloud

[ask-updike-tgg]

how u doinnnn~

@ask-funsized-whitty

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He nodded sheepishly, stepping inside after them and taking his jacket off, sighing. He refused to make eye contact, looking at anything that wasn't Carol or Whitty.

A file was slid onto Updike's desk, with a photo of a child with a bomb for a head paperclipped onto the front. "Don't let his size fool you, he's incredibly dangerous. It would be best to take him down while he's at this age, as he won't be able to fight back. See what you can do." [@ask-funsized-whitty]

(Thread restarted!!!)

Updike stared at the file, completely silent. He should have seen this coming, but unfortunately he didnt. The guilt welled in his chest again, but he knew he had no choice. His mind and thoughts being altered, he couldn't see it in himself to decline.

This is for the greater good, after all.

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"...Thank you, Carol. I promise I won't betray your trust like this again..." He said, standing up. "I can't thank you enough for this." He added, brushing off the dirt on him, although his clothes were still stained due to the water letting the dirt soak into his suit. Luckily the coat-tails of his jacket prevented his pants from getting too badly stained, so he wouldn't really need to change past just taking off the jacket.

A file was slid onto Updike's desk, with a photo of a child with a bomb for a head paperclipped onto the front. "Don't let his size fool you, he's incredibly dangerous. It would be best to take him down while he's at this age, as he won't be able to fight back. See what you can do." [@ask-funsized-whitty]

(Thread restarted!!!)

Updike stared at the file, completely silent. He should have seen this coming, but unfortunately he didnt. The guilt welled in his chest again, but he knew he had no choice. His mind and thoughts being altered, he couldn't see it in himself to decline.

This is for the greater good, after all.

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"N-No, I can't- I can't possibly-.." he mumbled, looking up at Carol with concern. He felt terrible, he couldn't accept this.. Could he? He let go of Whitty, staring at the mud on his clothes. "You can't truly trust me in your home after this..."

A file was slid onto Updike's desk, with a photo of a child with a bomb for a head paperclipped onto the front. "Don't let his size fool you, he's incredibly dangerous. It would be best to take him down while he's at this age, as he won't be able to fight back. See what you can do." [@ask-funsized-whitty]

(Thread restarted!!!)

Updike stared at the file, completely silent. He should have seen this coming, but unfortunately he didnt. The guilt welled in his chest again, but he knew he had no choice. His mind and thoughts being altered, he couldn't see it in himself to decline.

This is for the greater good, after all.

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Updike looked at Whitty and hugged him tight, breaking into soft tears. "I'm so sorry, Whitty..." He said softly, eyes squeezed tight and face going pale... Well, as pale as he could be. Dark clouds rolled in, and rain started to fall, a thunderclap ROARING through the skies, causing Updike to flinch. His fur was dark gray, nearly black, as he protectively held onto Whitty in hopes it would make everything okay again.

A file was slid onto Updike's desk, with a photo of a child with a bomb for a head paperclipped onto the front. "Don't let his size fool you, he's incredibly dangerous. It would be best to take him down while he's at this age, as he won't be able to fight back. See what you can do." [@ask-funsized-whitty]

(Thread restarted!!!)

Updike stared at the file, completely silent. He should have seen this coming, but unfortunately he didnt. The guilt welled in his chest again, but he knew he had no choice. His mind and thoughts being altered, he couldn't see it in himself to decline.

This is for the greater good, after all.

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reblogged to the wrong blog but you fucking know what i stand by it. baby want SHRAMP.

This is literally the funniest photo I’ve ever taken of gunne in my life

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He blinked, and guilt welled up in his stomach all the way up to his throat, leading him to involuntarily whimper like a wet puppy.

"...You're right..." He said softly. "I don't... Know what came over me." He added, looking Carol in the eyes with tears welling in his. Despite the fact his eyes were all-black, Carol could tell he was making eye contact. "I wasn't.. I wasn't in control of my thoughts, I didn't... I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't.. I couldn't stop.. I.. God-..."

He fell silent, sitting up slightly and staring down at the ground. "I've betrayed your trust. I... I don't even deserve to apologize for this." He put his hand on his face, holding back tears as he rubbed his temples.

[Blast to the Past Event: END]

"Thank you, Carol.. For stopping me... That was... Heinous..." He said quietly. "God, what's wrong with me...? I would never harm a child, so why-???" He couldn't fathom how he could do something like this, how he could nearly kill an innocent child, much less one who considered him a friend. "Why did I do that..?" He stared at his hands.

A file was slid onto Updike's desk, with a photo of a child with a bomb for a head paperclipped onto the front. "Don't let his size fool you, he's incredibly dangerous. It would be best to take him down while he's at this age, as he won't be able to fight back. See what you can do." [@ask-funsized-whitty]

(Thread restarted!!!)

Updike stared at the file, completely silent. He should have seen this coming, but unfortunately he didnt. The guilt welled in his chest again, but he knew he had no choice. His mind and thoughts being altered, he couldn't see it in himself to decline.

This is for the greater good, after all.

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He stared up at the blade, eyes wide and mouth hung agape, his breath heavy and his chest pounding with adrenaline. "I-... I'm-.." He tried to speak, but his mind was swirling. Part of him wanted to break down sobbing, apologizing, the other part of him was screaming to shoot both of them and run... And there was another part of him that had just hoped Carol would succeed in stabbing him.

But no words came out. He didn't move, completely stunned and paralyzed. His breath was heavy. There was only one thing all these contradicting thoughts could agree on.... The safest option for him....

He tossed the gun away and put his hands up in surrender, breath heavy.

A file was slid onto Updike's desk, with a photo of a child with a bomb for a head paperclipped onto the front. "Don't let his size fool you, he's incredibly dangerous. It would be best to take him down while he's at this age, as he won't be able to fight back. See what you can do." [@ask-funsized-whitty]

(Thread restarted!!!)

Updike stared at the file, completely silent. He should have seen this coming, but unfortunately he didnt. The guilt welled in his chest again, but he knew he had no choice. His mind and thoughts being altered, he couldn't see it in himself to decline.

This is for the greater good, after all.

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The pressure was crushing, suffocating, and terrifying. He closed his eyes tight and forced out a choked "I-I must.- I have to-..." His body was shaking, his breaths were barely escaping properly, and his fist tightening on his gun, which he'd hoped Whitty wouldn't notice. "P-Please-..."

A file was slid onto Updike's desk, with a photo of a child with a bomb for a head paperclipped onto the front. "Don't let his size fool you, he's incredibly dangerous. It would be best to take him down while he's at this age, as he won't be able to fight back. See what you can do." [@ask-funsized-whitty]

(Thread restarted!!!)

Updike stared at the file, completely silent. He should have seen this coming, but unfortunately he didnt. The guilt welled in his chest again, but he knew he had no choice. His mind and thoughts being altered, he couldn't see it in himself to decline.

This is for the greater good, after all.

[ask-updike-tgg]

What would you do if you were to see a stranger hurt?

"I would help them, quite naturally. I would call for medical attention if needed, as well."

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Are you friends with an anon? If yes, How were they like when they kept you company? If not Uhh..What are your thoughts about TGG existing in every or almost every world?

"I don't have many anon friends, but those who I did feel friendly with were quite nice.. I sadly cannot remember any names at current."