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making visual novels is great if you enjoy the idea of writing a book while also having to put on a puppet show to keep the reader from killing you with their teeth

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Peter staggered a step backwards as though Samuel had struck him. When he spoke, his voice was strangled by tears. "What do you mean...you mean that monster we killed at the start of all this...that was--?!"

Cadence felt the same sorrow welling up from within, piercing her heart. She couldn't imagine what Peter felt. She squeezed her eyes shut to hold back the tears, recalling the peacock-like beast they had killed without a second thought. The unblinking eyes that decorated its tail feathers. The needle-sharp talons that tore at their skin. The way its neck twisted into a saxophone instead of a face.

How did she never realize?

She could feel Tom and Clark on either side of her, trembling as the truth settled over them.

Samuel stepped forward and grabbed Peter's shoulder roughly. "I'm so sorry, Peter," he whispered.

Peter didn't meet his eyes. He stared past Samuel, his eyes unseeing, tears rolling down his face. His entire body shook.

"We didn't know it was him!" Cadence burst out. "If we had, we would've done everything we could to try and bring him back...!"

Still, Peter said nothing. Cadence felt a sudden surge of dread.

"Listen, Peter," Samuel said, his voice soft yet firm. "You can't blame yourself-"

"How can I not, Sam?!" Peter shouted angrily, tearing away from Samuel. "He came to me for help and I abandoned him! If I had stayed by his side...helped him master his instrument like a half-decent older brother...!" A scream tore from his chest. "HE'S DEAD AND IT'S ALL MY FAULT!"

In the same instant, Peter's angel wings burst from his back, scattering droplets of blood. He screamed in agony.

Ice-water filled Cadence's veins. This wasn't Peter's final attack. Instead of glowing bright, his trumpet appeared dull. Black cracks snaked across its brass surface, seeping a strange darkness that curled like smoke. Something was terribly, dreadfully wrong.

The earth began to quake. A low rumble drowned out Peter's cries. Darkness and wind began to swirl around him, cutting off the others.

"No, Peter!" Tom roared, giving a start towards his best friend.

Clark threw out an arm, stopping Tom from going any closer. "Samuel, get back!" He shouted. Samuel looked from Peter to Clark, clearly torn on what to do.

"PETER!" Cadence struggled to make her voice heard over the din. "You can't lose hope! Or else you'll meet the same fate as him!"

Peter met her gaze, but his eyes were devoid of their usual fire. Instead, they shone with pure grief. "If my little brother isn't alive to see the new world...then what's the point?"

Cadence opened her mouth to respond. She wanted to beg him not to give up on his friends. To live on, as Alex surely would want him to.

But the wind doubled in intensity, whipping their hair and capes. Cadence cried out as she was blown off her feet. Her knees painfully struck the ground. She looked up just in time to see Peter's bloodstained wings closing in around him, enfolding him...

The light in his eyes had died. They were dark with hopelessness. She saw his lips move one more time, whispering, "There is no point."

The trumpet in his hands shattered to pieces. The darkness burst forth and consumed Peter completely, drenching his angel wings in crimson. Cadence screamed his name, but could no longer hear her own voice over the sound of the calamity.

Peter was gone.

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Poptart gently laid Cadence’s limp body onto the bed and brushed a stray strand of hair from her eyes. She looked so peaceful. The exact opposite of this cruel, unforgiving world they lived in.

“Don’t touch her, you monster,” spat a voice laced with poison.

Poptart straightened up and glared darkly at the intruder. “Clark,” he greeted coldly.

Clark stood before him, clarinet at the ready. Radon Cat was perched on his shoulder, teeth bared, tail lashing. But Poptart stood relaxed, his mellophone hanging by his side.

“Break the spell on Cadence at once!” Clark demanded.

“I can’t do that,” Poptart answered, his voice hollow.

“You can and you shall. Or else—“

“Don’t you get it?!” Poptart snapped. His scarlet eyes became wide and unseeing. He gripped his hair in frustration. “Didn't you hear the prophecy?! The prophecy said Cadence would lead us into a new world, like the shooting star that lights a path through the dark night…but...!" His voice wavered.

But shooting stars burn out.

He cast a glance over his shoulder at Cadence’s sleeping form and his expression softened ever so slightly. “Cadence’s mellophone used to grant her the power of light. But in my hands, it holds the power of darkness. The light cannot exist without the dark…which means…”

Poptart turned back to Clark, his eyes sparking dangerously.

“I’m the only one who can save Cadence from her fate.”

“You’re insane!” Clark shouted. “You’ve taken advantage of her trust in you, put her to sleep, and taken her here against her will. How is that saving her? Do you plan to keep her here the rest of her life, sleeping until the end of days?!”

“Shut up. You never cared about Cadence. Not like I do.” Poptart tipped his head, observing Clark with those blank eyes. Then a sudden, strange grin unfurled on his lips. “I know why you’ve truly come here.”

“What…?” 

Poptart pulled out Cadence’s baton and held it towards Clark as if daring him to come take it. “This is what you really want, isn’t it? You wish you were the one wielding this baton. You wish you were the chosen one, the one the prophecy had spoken of.”

Clark froze upon seeing the baton. It took him a moment to find his voice. “N…No, I…”

“Don’t lie. Tom told me everything. About how before joining the party, you attacked them and tried to steal this.” Poptart’s eyes narrowed. “Your party sure is a lot smaller now, isn’t it?”

Radon Cat uttered a low growl as Poptart carelessly flung the baton down. It skittered across the ground to halt at Clark’s feet. Heart pounding, he stared down at the unassuming weapon that held so much power, power he had desired his whole life while trapped in this hell.

“Go on. Take it,” Poptart encouraged in a silky voice that didn’t match his dead eyes. “You get what you want…and I get what I want.” He took a step backwards, towards Cadence’s sleeping form. She stirred a bit, as if she knew her fate was hanging in the balance.

Clark grit his teeth. His grip tightened on his clarinet. Poptart watched him eagerly, waiting for him to pick up the baton. Instead, with a yell, he kicked it away and brought his clarinet to his lips. “I’m not leaving here without her!”

Poptart looked murderous as he too lifted his instrument into playing position. “Then you won’t be leaving here at all.”

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Here's another peek of what you can expect in the Band Camp Boyfriend digital art book! A look at Lite's gorgeous CGs from start to finish!

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Enjoy an excerpt from the upcoming BCB digital art book, to be released in May! The art book will include over a hundred pages of concept art, developer commentary, and much more!!

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I'll be real with u dawg, the original is practically its own gritty spin off

You right. All we need is the POV change.

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COMING IN 2025! The gritty spin-off FPS game everyone has been waiting for...

BAND CAMP BOYFRIEND: SUN'S DOWN, GUNS OUT.

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Today I will put aside my obsession with Baldur's Gate 3 and jigsaw puzzles and will finally start to put together the BCB digital art book. Wish me luck, I have no idea what I'm doing!

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So I've been replaying the game, more specifically the side story and God I love the writing so much!! It's been so fun and I've had a blast laughing at Alex's antics again. Can't wait to do my favorite routes over again now (Tom and Samuel my beloveds)

That's awesome to hear, thank you!! :D I'm especially proud of the side story, I like to think it's one of the funniest things I've ever written. Enjoy your replay of the game!

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i wanted to play around with perspective while also drawing tom from band camp boyfriend. he is totally memorizing his marching band show music

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Happy birthday, Jonathan Bullock!

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Who remembers this relic of a past era?

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Glad that's over.

Last day to grab Band Camp Boyfriend at 20% off!!!

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Peter has locked me in a porta-potty and won't let me out unless i end the takeover. So i guess this is goodbye.

remember me as i was...

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IT'S NATIONAL WOMENS DAY!!!!!

gosh and i havent even begun to cover the sheer awesomeness of some of the other ladies in the band. sabrina is really nice and has strong arms so i bet she gives great hugs. marian is super cold but that just makes her even hotter plus her glasses make her look really smart which she is! and olive always seems like she's one second away from punching you but you almost kind of want her to--

...what are you looking at, Poptart? THIS IS IMPORTANT BUSINESS. WE ARE CELEBRATING WOMEN.

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this is not an appreciation post but a PSA: STEER CLEAR of this suspicious character! he is public enemy number 1. his name is Peter Dingus. he sucks at trumpet and at life. if you see him call the police because he probly just did something illegal.

LADIES STEER CLEAR! HE IS VERY DANGROUS. sorry not sorry.

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this is Felicity. hot as heck. mean as heck too. don't let those pretty doe eyes fool you...i think shes just prejudiss against little brothers because i never did anythng to her.

...oh yea i'm supposed to be appreciating women. ngl i kinda wish i was that milkshake. also i really APPRECIATED felicity's swimsuit on beach day. better?