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“Happy Asexual Day!”

“Happy Asexual Day.”

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"Ya know I haven't seen that red-head kid of Dearest's in a while.... hope she finally ditched that blue haired, blue balled BRAT. Despite not likin her old man she was nice."

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"I swear I didn't INTENTIONALLY drop the doll-"

"I WOULD HOPE YOU WOULDN'T INTENTIONALLY DROP IT WHAT IF THAT WAS OUR CHILD-"

"BABE WE'VE BEEN DATING 3 MONTHS WHY DO YOU WANT A KID SO BAD YOU CAN'T EVEN HAVE ANY-"

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Fun fact: Whitty is a lot better at handling kids than John is.

Which is weird considering Whitty really hardly had friends let alone had time to learn how to raise a family but just

John:.... I dropped Pico

Whitty: John, what the fUck?

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"........"

Blink blink.

"Kid, what the fUck?"

* . ´           ❛  What's the big fuckin' deal? I've taken some ecstasy and I've sniffed a few lines of coke, whoop de doo. ❜

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Oh yeah another thing

Some characters in FNF I head canon are just-

able to re-spawn after death

Not all of them- but just like- quite a few. Say if you're a background character- a generic one-

You re spawn pretty easily. Now if your a main character there's a high chance you w i l l but only for a certain amount of times.

It's like a video game in a rhythm video game. Ya only got a few lives... use em wisely

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Hit me like a truck earlier today that-

John and Whitty were probs in their mid to late twenties when the events of the canon FNF Universe happened.

Whitty s t i l l hates BF for giving him a breakdown that well-

ALMOST GOT HIM KILLED

I find this hilarious because this man is like- 49

It's been around 20 years since it happened holy f u c k

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".... well ya ain't wrong. Sayin it like that sounds grim but... I get what yer sayin. Time- life is short. Make the most of it."

    ❛   Well.. we don't get to choose our time, do we? in my opinion, my humble opinion, Death.. is what gives life meaning ; to know your days are numbered, 'n your time is short. ❜   

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I fucking wheezed but since he could probably only do that to John just-

"You little shit-"

Axel does this to your muse wyd

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"Do y'all just- not make time for each other??? I dunno how a proper friendship works since don't got many but pretty sure you should be able to hang out occasionally. Also jeez don't gotta drag da kid's name through the dirt like dat."

"Kids these days. Always stayin inside. What happened to goin out? Y'all text yer friends so why not go to the mall or skatin rink with em?"

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"I miss my fuckin male wife..."

"John I wear the pants in this relationship."

"DFERDTE MANWHORE"

"I DON'T EVEN HAVE A D-"

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"Kids these days. Always stayin inside. What happened to goin out? Y'all text yer friends so why not go to the mall or skatin rink with em?"

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"Pfft ok no no valid. Just curious." He chuckles softly, smile twitching and lowering abit.

"Nah don't mind ya askin. 'S in the past now anyway. Just been hunted for a good chunk of my life, some blue haired kid found me n wouldn't leave me be. Almost died that day but eh. Near death experiences, kinda common considering I am a sentient war weapon."

He shrugs, like it really is normal

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Huh. Whitty scratches his cheek with an awkward chuckle. Mildly confused eyes surveying his surroundings. This ain’t the base. He didn’t know he was going to go on a walk outside. Man. He heaves a soft sigh, for someone who wasn’t expecting this he seemed really calm about it all. His gaze flickers to the side for a moment. Spotting the ginger and tilting his head a bit.

“Hey. How goes it.”

Smooth Whitty… smooth.

A BLINK , and then a light chuckle. ❛ Uh ( . . . ) How goes it ? Well , sir , it's goin' fine ❜ grin L I G H T S up amongst his features , benevolent and welcoming , it almost shines as bright as the sun. Stranger, they were, and yet that did not stop him treating the other like his friend ; HEAD TILTS UP, curiosity clear on his expression.

❛ Need any help or somethin' ? If y'do , I can try helpin' ya with whatever yer needin' help with if you'd let me ! ❜ typical, barely knowing him, and yet already offering to help ( . . . ) even if he didn't know exactly what.

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"Nice ta meet cha too, Pico"

His smile twitches, raising a little more before humming softly.

"Eh. Walked around and somehow accidentally wandered out the place 'm at. Kinda glad 's not an alleyway or something.. don't need a repeat."

He shakes his head.

"Whatcha doin wanderin out by yerself anyway?"

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Huh. Whitty scratches his cheek with an awkward chuckle. Mildly confused eyes surveying his surroundings. This ain’t the base. He didn’t know he was going to go on a walk outside. Man. He heaves a soft sigh, for someone who wasn’t expecting this he seemed really calm about it all. His gaze flickers to the side for a moment. Spotting the ginger and tilting his head a bit.

“Hey. How goes it.”

Smooth Whitty… smooth.

A BLINK , and then a light chuckle. ❛ Uh ( . . . ) How goes it ? Well , sir , it's goin' fine ❜ grin L I G H T S up amongst his features , benevolent and welcoming , it almost shines as bright as the sun. Stranger, they were, and yet that did not stop him treating the other like his friend ; HEAD TILTS UP, curiosity clear on his expression.

❛ Need any help or somethin' ? If y'do , I can try helpin' ya with whatever yer needin' help with if you'd let me ! ❜ typical, barely knowing him, and yet already offering to help ( . . . ) even if he didn't know exactly what.

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Ballet? He blinks as the other hugs him, hugging back after a second. "Course kid, least I can do."

Soft pats...

This kid is his now/j

( @war-bombs ) Huh. Whitty blinks slowly before chuckling lowly to himself. Goddamnit he did it again. "Man John would be so disappointed that an almost 9 foot creature lacks a sense of direction..."

Whitty was running when he tripped and bumped into... Himself?

“Woah! What the- are you... Me?”

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He had a whole ass double take. "sdbnhcbhdvjf OH- Oh ok. So it's probably some swap. Updike's the last name of the guy chasing m e."

How did he make that noise.

"Alt universes... wild. But anyway. I'm sure things'll work out... ya just gotta have some form of faith."

( @war-bombs ) Huh. Whitty blinks slowly before chuckling lowly to himself. Goddamnit he did it again. "Man John would be so disappointed that an almost 9 foot creature lacks a sense of direction..."

Whitty was running when he tripped and bumped into... Himself?

“Woah! What the- are you... Me?”