[The hum gets louder, but it's not joy or flattery this time. It hurts. It's a twisting in his core that would make him throw up if he had the ability. It's like being trapped in his own body when the power runs out. Everything is empty, no matter how much you want to reach out and be apart of the same world as everyone else.
You just aren't.
This is what he gets, obviously. Blooky would say to drop it. It's not worth it. This is karma telling you to stop.]
YOU'RE SWEET...
[If he had a face right now, he'd be smiling. It'd be anything but happy.]
YOU SHOULD REALLY FIND MORE PRODUCTIVE THINGS TO DO WITH YOUR TIME THAN WRITING A TRAGEDY.
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[The hum gets louder, but it's not joy or flattery this time. It hurts. It's a twisting in his core that would make him throw up if he had the ability. It's like being trapped in his own body when the power runs out. Everything is empty, no matter how much you want to reach out and be apart of the same world as everyone else.
You just aren't.
This is what he gets, obviously. Blooky would say to drop it. It's not worth it. This is karma telling you to stop.]
YOU'RE SWEET...
[If he had a face right now, he'd be smiling. It'd be anything but happy.]
YOU SHOULD REALLY FIND MORE PRODUCTIVE THINGS TO DO WITH YOUR TIME THAN WRITING A TRAGEDY.