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Fit: Did I steal anything else before I have to go to work? Did I steal anything else from you?
Phil: Just my heart.
Fit:
Phil: Anyway—
Fit: Phil, Phil, Phil, Phil. Calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down. You need to calm down, you- I don't know what they're putting in the— Alright, I'LL SEE YOU LATER PHIL! YEP. I'll see you later! See you later.
Phil: [Cackling] I was like, "What's the thing I can say that would absolutely try and fluster Fit?" [Laughs] That's the first thing that came- [Laughs too much to finish his sentence] Yes. [Fist pumps] Yes. Just testing him. Just testing him. I wanted to see if Pac got brought up in the conversation, I wanted to see if he'd be like, "Hey, I'm- I'm sworn- I'm- I am taken—" I wanted to see if he'd say it, but he didn't. He didn't.That's interesting, Fit. That's interesting. Roommates, right? How far does the rabbit hole go on this one? Just roommates? Just roommates?
I know I haven't posted any new theories or news for Welcome Home, but I've been busy with a lot of stuff the past 2(+) months or so. To make up for it, here is a MEGA POST on MatPat's newest video concerning the update (plus some theories in the comments and my responses to a coupe of them).
ALL OF IT IS UNDER THE CUT, JUST CLICK 'KEEP READING' TO SEE IT ALL!
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(( If y'all have an of your own theories, PLEASE reblog this or tag me in your post so I can reblog it here! ))
Poetry Prompt: "Some days / I am more wolf / than woman / and I am still learning / how to stop apologising / for my wild." (Wolf and Woman, Nikita Gill)
The inky fingerprints it leaves, they smudge the edges of her vision. They paint her galaxies of stars with oil slick seeping through her radar scans, her code.
And there's a sharpness to her now, too little patience for the world that swirls around her down the drain, those mortal lives too short, too meaningless to count. Unwelcome thoughts that spur her on to let the night consume her with its secrets.
But there's still something else, the goosebumps on her skin, they're not just from another pot of coffee. The other her, the voice that whispers its demands, it recognizes him.
A crowded room, an unassuming stranger. The feral need is strong.
Her fingers twitch. She can't admit she feels it taking over.
And then his eyes flash green. The other laughs, her vision blacking out.