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[his-bucket]

is this the end for the bucket?

<<But it was just a bucket.>>

,there was no responce.,

WHO WOULD TALK TO A BUCKET?

Nobody Was There To Answer.

Sincerely,

Us.

[his-bucket]

▶▶ friend. ▶▶ friends. ▶▶ here. for you.

<<But it was just a bucket.>>

,there was no responce.,

WHO WOULD TALK TO A BUCKET?

Nobody Was There To Answer The Cries.

With sincere thanks,

Us.

[his-bucket]

bops Stanley with a newspaper WAKE UP WAKE UP

[his-bucket]

▶▶ help?

<<But it was just a bucket.>>

,there was no responce.,

WHO WOULD TALK TO A BUCKET?

Nobody Was There To Answer The Cries.

With sincere thanks,

Us.

[his-bucket]

▶▶?

<<But it was just a bucket.>>

,there was no responce.,

WHO WOULD TALK TO A BUCKET?

Nobody Was There To Answer The Cries.

With sincere thanks,

Us.

[his-bucket]

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[his-bucket]

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Stanley was infact in that room. An alarm wailed overhead. Stanley stood frozen infront of the pillar, infamous for the button it held. But, the button its self was no longer present.

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As Kokichi kept wandering around the subconscious of the mirror world office, he finds a lone bucket. This reminds him of the time when he used to have a pet cat named Kana. Kana was there for him when he needed her. Yet, he couldn't do anything to save her that day...and as a results, it got him where he is right now.

Regardless, he decided to pick up the bucket...and surprisingly the bucket didn't crumble to dust to his corrupted form. It's almost as if whatever the place he's in right now, it's different from what he's used to.

"...Okay, I guess I can take it with you while trying to find someone then."

[his-bucket]

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The echoed wails for a man named stanley continued.

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As Kokichi kept wandering around the subconscious of the mirror world office, he finds a lone bucket. This reminds him of the time when he used to have a pet cat named Kana. Kana was there for him when he needed her. Yet, he couldn't do anything to save her that day...and as a results, it got him where he is right now.

Regardless, he decided to pick up the bucket...and surprisingly the bucket didn't crumble to dust to his corrupted form. It's almost as if whatever the place he's in right now, it's different from what he's used to.

"...Okay, I guess I can take it with you while trying to find someone then."

[his-bucket]

But the bucket wasnt there. Lumera held a crumbling pile of unloaded textures. The bucket was back at the door before the two doors room, underneath the "No buckets" sign.

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Hello Bucket! How are you ^ ^

[his-bucket]

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Hello Bucket! How are you ^ ^

[his-bucket]

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A quiet noise emanated from the inside of the bucket. If one listend closley enough, and focused through the echo on its metallic enards, words could be made out. It sounded like echoing words from The Narrator. Many different tones and volumes, inflections and length. But it was all the same word being repeated.

Stanley!!

Stanley~!

Stanley...

Stanley?

Stanley

Stanley?!?

Stanleyyyyyyyy

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As Kokichi kept wandering around the subconscious of the mirror world office, he finds a lone bucket. This reminds him of the time when he used to have a pet cat named Kana. Kana was there for him when he needed her. Yet, he couldn't do anything to save her that day...and as a results, it got him where he is right now.

Regardless, he decided to pick up the bucket...and surprisingly the bucket didn't crumble to dust to his corrupted form. It's almost as if whatever the place he's in right now, it's different from what he's used to.

"...Okay, I guess I can take it with you while trying to find someone then."

[his-bucket]

🪣...thank you

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As Kokichi kept wandering around the subconscious of the mirror world office, he finds a lone bucket. This reminds him of the time when he used to have a pet cat named Kana. Kana was there for him when he needed her. Yet, he couldn't do anything to save her that day...and as a results, it got him where he is right now.

Regardless, he decided to pick up the bucket...and surprisingly the bucket didn't crumble to dust to his corrupted form. It's almost as if whatever the place he's in right now, it's different from what he's used to.

"...Okay, I guess I can take it with you while trying to find someone then."

[his-bucket]

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Hello Bucket! How are you ^ ^

[his-bucket]

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A quiet noise emanated from the inside of the bucket. If one listend closley enough, and focused through the echo on its metallic enards, words could be made out. It sounded like echoing words from the narrator. Specifically from the bucket variant of the broom closet ending. His echoing remarks of the closet wanting to keep the bucket all for itself, and that stanley should leave the room.

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Hello Bucket! How are you ^ ^

[his-bucket]

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the buckets metal is cold and hard.

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Hello Bucket! How are you ^ ^

[his-bucket]

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Hello Bucket! How are you ^ ^

[his-bucket]

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Hello Bucket! How are you ^ ^