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DHMIS RP

SummerFaerie

Secret Psychopath
Hullo! This is my first time creating a 1x1 rp. I am excited to announce that I am looking to do a Don't Hug Me I'm Scared rp finally! The idea that I have running right now is mostly a padlock ship rp, but if you have any other ideas, feel free to tell me :) I would like to play the notebook, or Paige. If you have any concerns, pm me.


@Lord Echo
 
Crumbled balls of paper littered the floor as the artist again tried to think of a new idea. She scribbled furiously, then tossed away yet another sheet of paper. Sighing in frustration, Paige turned her chair around at the desk and threw her pencil at the wall. The pencil impaled the plaster wall with a slight bang, narrowly missing the head of the new occupant in the room. Paige giggled when she saw who it was. "Hello Tony! Come to help me with my mess?"
 
Tony looked at the mess sprawled across the floor. "You know dear, you might have an easier time of things if you would just organize a little. I swear, I don't know how you get anything done like this."
 
Paige tilted her head at Tony, her smile seemed a bit forced. "Organize?" Did he really just tell me to organize? If her pencil had been in her hand, it would have broke. "Darling, how can I be creative if I am organized?" Her words came out in sharp syllables, slowing growing in tension. She stood up and started walking to him. She threw her hands up in the air, shouting, "How am I supposed to think when everything is in neat and tidy?!? That's insane!"
 
"Oh, being neat is 'insane?' is it?" Tony just chuckled at her. "Honestly, I can't tell how you can think with all this clutter everywhere. Just the sight of it makes my head spin."
 
"Oh course, your head is spinning. It's like a merry-go-round," she muttered. "And, it's not clutter!" Paige picked up one of the crumbled papers and unfolded it, showing a crudely drawn picture of a house. "It's art! It's me!" She hugged it to her chest before throwing it back in the air. "Well, what do you have?"
 
"Oh... What do you mean?" Tony hid a small object behind his back. "I simply have no idea what you're talking about..." A nervous look appeared on his face.
 
"You're always up to something, dear! Now hand it over." She reached out a hand and put her other on her hip. "Give it here."
 
"Very well darling." Tony placed a gold clock shaped locket into her hand. "I figured you wouldn't leave me alone about it, so here you go."
 
Paige picked the locket out of her hand and brought it up to her face, examining it. "What is this load of rubbish?" She pulled on the locket's chain with her other hand. "It doesn't look anything special." She narrowed her eyes at him. "What are you playing at?"
 
"So dear, what do you think?" Inside the locked was a small clock with Tony's face on it. "I thought you might need something to help you keep the time."
 
"It's okay I guess," she answered, putting the locket around her neck. "I can't think of any good use of it though. I bet Shrignold would have been more creative in his gift though."
 
"Oh, now why did you have to go about bringing him up? You remember what he did. He almost cost us one of our housemates. And then what would we have done."
 
Paige dismissed his idea with a wave of a hand. "We could have gotten another one. One that has a brighter imagination, that's for sure. He drew a clown, Tony, A CLOWN. We could do better..." She grimaced at that memory. That child was not creative in the least. "Besides, at least, Shrignold had some ideas."
 
"Yes, the clown was quite pathetic. And ideas like what? While enslaving others is fun, that whole doing it with love business just doesn't feel right. Not to mention, I'd rather not worship a giant stone head."
 
"I never said that I liked him. Just that he had a very interesting ideas." Paige sighed dreamily, "Oh, I wish I could get inside that brain of his and crack open all its secrets. Just imagine, the blood and creativity flowing from the source." Her eyes rolled back for a second. "Just thinking about it brings shivers down my spine."
 
"Well, I would certainly like to see blood rushing from his head, his mind just isn't right." Tony shivered in disgust. "Pesky bee..."
 
"I know dear, I know. He's just thrown things off is all. I liked it when it was just the two of us and our little 'playmates.'"
 
"He did make quite the mess here. Maybe it's about time we paid him another visit or teach our friends what happens when they don't invite us places. I like picnics just as well as others. What do you think Tony?"
 
"Well, I do like chicken, and they didn't save me one drumstick. I'm in. It's time to teach those boys another lesson."
 

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