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”WHAT THE FUCK. THERE WAS A FUCKING ROBOT ATTACK AND I DIDN’T HEAR ABOUT IT??? HOLY SHIT WHY DO I KEEP MISSING ALL THESE GODDAMN FIGHTS IT’S LITERALLY THE ONLY REASON I’M HERE—-“ wait. Wait. Wait? The cold city air seems to sting today, static on my skin. Rising now. And yet, that’s not the...

“naaaah i know this place like th back of mmymyyy haaandd” i’m tired. lucy’s tired. princess iced cream sparkles is tired. tired and oddly ffuzzy right now? mmgh she takes a look at the soldier, and then to that gun, mumbling near-drunkenly, “pewpew ppbbbb” before delivering this half-hearted...

Disappointment. Not the first time I’ve felt it, won’t be the last. But... this is something stronger, huh? If it were from anyone else, I likely wouldn’t have cared. Why do those eyes in particular make me squirm in my skin? Why do your eyes, your disappointment... make me regret so much? Oh...

... i eat my iced cream. i just fucking eat it. fucking hurts like hell in my mouth and OHHH god iced creeammfgnhbhmgfjhdsahsbdgfyufjdsbwvgrfgubinvfdvsw yummy. “i actually cannot believe you’re paying for that what the fucking fuck. you are such a PUSHOEVER, eric. honestly, should probably fix...

“WUUUUUSSSSSSSS!!!!-” ow ow ow ow still hurts to speak- BUT WUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSS!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!! I AM LAUGHING IN YOUR DEADPAN FACE, LAUGHING IN THE DEFINITION OF UNAMUSED. I steal a glance at your badge, where your name crests the top-half. “JULIA, RIGHT? MORE LIKE.... MORE LIKE... HEHE...

“Tastes like food! You wanna bite?” To the espeon. Try it. Try it, I dare you. I so fucking dare you. @LilacMonarch

there is no verbal response from me for a full eight minutes as i stare forward in place, blood drooling down my pushed-in gums, teeth having cut inwards. a cough. little red flecks pitter out my mouth. the slightest mumble escapes me, “ceramic’s not half bad outside of the teeth cracking part”...

“okay your two seconds is up” SMASHING OPEN THE TILE FLOOR WITH A HEAVING FIST, AS IF PURE METAL CLASHING ON CERAMIC. I drag the busted tile up off the floor, it’s shell lined in glossy paint, now smudged in the wake of my fingers ripping down it’s flesh. Holding up that hard plastic corpse as...

“WOOOOOOOOO FREE FOOD!!!! HOLY SHIT!— oh yeah I’m doing FUCKING GREAT right now-“ FLEXING. BECAUSE I FUCKING CAN DON’T QUESTION ME YOU DWEEB. “anyways speed up with that iced cream i am fucking starving if i dont eat in like two seconds i will literally consume the tile off this fucking floor”

WAIIIIT- WE HAVE TO PAY? SHITSHITSHITSHIT- Then agaiiiin, they did say they accepted cash from ”all around the multiverse”. I bet there are TONS of odd currencies that I could pay in- I wonder if I could just... OOH! This scheming grin snakes up between my lips, and I pick up from the floor what...

Two COOL eyes draw themselves to Marvin. COOL. DID I MENTION I’M COOL? Yeah probably. “IT’S NOT! I UNDERSTAND LUCY AND I SHARE THE SAME HUGE, HULKING, MUSCULAR, COOL FIGURE, SO SURE IT WOULD BE EASY TO MIX US UP... BUT IT’S NOT! Princess Iced Cream Sparkles! Yep- that’s the name. And um... I’m...

”lucy who the f is lucy i dont know any lucys uuuuuuuuuuuuuh I’M PRINCESS ICED CREAM SPARKLES, thank you very much.” FLEXING those GORGEOUS pecks. Flexing. Holy shit I can FLEX HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I HOPE YOU KNOW HOW LAME YOU LOOK RIGHT NOW STARING AT MY FUCKING...

Princess Iced Cream Sparkles canonically fell asleep at the top step the second she got there. Sorry I missed the event by the way! Was caught up. Aaaaanyways... “NWBWGEWBGEWW—“ Woken by nothing. Holy shit. What even happened? One minute I was about to go fight some terrifying subway crawlers...

“STOP GUSHING YOU... UH...... (whats a robot insult guys cmon help) YOU INFLATED AIR CONDITIONER (does that work??). WE’RE SUPPOSED TO BE FIGHTING COOL STUFF!! WHY THE HELL ARE WE STILL STANDING AROUND? YOU KNOW WHAT, SCREW THIS! I’M GOING ON AHEAD.” IMPATIENT. But buff and cool, so it’s OK...

Tokyo “This better not be something LAME.” Impatient as I’ll ever be. Excitement bounding off of my tongue like radiation, lurking in the pits of my throat- HEHE. OH BOY- THIS HAD BETTER BE A FIGHT. Already scrambling towards the stairwell, claws clicking off the subway tile- you know the...