crucifiedcritter

[crucifiedcritter]

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" That's a little version of me, Alan. I want you to have it. "

GUESS IM OOOOGLEEEY GOO.

MISTER BOSS HERE. Hey guys! I'm here to keep an Eye on my Employees. HAHA!

I Love my Employees! I'd even Kiss them on the Mouth if needed! I love my Son Jason. One day...he'll run this company. One day, Jason.

send your Questions about The Smiling Friends™ to my Ask Box!

Hey gang.

I am 15, she/her, doing this for sillies

PLEASE harass Mr Boss.

[crucifiedcritter]

Allan stood there, blinking a few times. Yeah, he was definitely something. Now that they got a better look at him they could see he was... Tall. Like, really tall. Red skin, a bit furry... A blue tie, a little bag as well. More-so a tote bag. It had a really funky looking smiley face on it.

"I got a call. And these papers I got from Mr. Boss have your name and information. ...I wish I could tell you that you were losing your shit, Olive. But... You're not. I just got the call, and my boss told me to come... Here."

The critter took a step closer, holding out the bag.

"Here."

Allan managed to get the bag through the bars, gently putting it on the ground then taking the same step away.

"... Oh. I'm Allan. I'm from the Smiling Friends."

... Awkward. Anything else to say? He just stood there staring at them. ...Can they just smile and he can leave?

You're turned away from the bars of the jail cell, and you hear a couple tap tap tap of footsteps before they paused, knocking on the bars rather... Softly. What do you do?

Olive grumbled, covering themselves with the incredibly worn blanket.

“Not interested, try again never.”

They mumbled, very obviously not interested.

[crucifiedcritter]

"Uh, yeah. About that... I can't really leave, sorry."

Some paper fumbling was heard. ...Allan stared at the paper. Olive... Huchers? Okay...

"You're Olive, right? I got a call to make you smile."

The red critter stood there awkwardly, holding the paper and staring at it so he wouldn't have to really... Keep eye contact. Olive wouldn't look at him, soooo. ...Yeah, why did he get assigned to this job again? Ugh.

You're turned away from the bars of the jail cell, and you hear a couple tap tap tap of footsteps before they paused, knocking on the bars rather... Softly. What do you do?

Olive grumbled, covering themselves with the incredibly worn blanket.

“Not interested, try again never.”

They mumbled, very obviously not interested.

[crucifiedcritter]

ೃ⁀➷ ❜ ...~ TAKE MY TEA WITH FORMALDEHYDE ! ~ ... ❛

...Hi. I'm Allan. ...Allan Red. I work for the Smiling Friends. I don't know what to put here, I'm going to try and list a few things...

...I use he/him pronouns, though I don't mind if you use it or they. I'm here to find people that need help smiling. Mr. Boss told me to. ...I like paperclips and cheese. Counting is nice. Socializing isn't... My thing. But Mr. Boss said that this would be a good change. ...And something that could help I guess. We'll see about that.

HI! I'm Dew, the super awesome owner of this blog. This is just a thing I decided that'd be fun so YEAHHHHH!!!! not many things I gotta say, just dont be weird. :].

tags r simple!

📎 - Allan's Adventures - Interactions!

📎 - Allan's Asks - Ask answers!

📎 - Allan's Thoughts - Different things he'd post!

📎 - Smiling Friends Stories - Posts about his work perhaps? 📎 - Allan Aesthetic - reblogs that give his energy or posts with him!