it’s Spectre Sunday

"Hehe... Yeah, we'll spook him real good!"

"...M-maybe not to death, though. Kinda, sorta need him alive to get out. Ahaha..."

"...Mitosis..."

"...Okay! I guess that makes sense."

Immediately returning to normal.

"Well then, we'll just have to take them with us on our way out of this place, won't we?"

"𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧."

// I'm only just now doing a romance route (decided on Stella because that just felt like the first one to go with)

// I should probably replay STP to refresh myself but I'm also waist-deep in the Holler atm so it might be a bit before I do

// "are you cheating on me" as if there's anyone else in the Construct to have those eggs with

"𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞?"

...

"That's... good to hear, I guess."

"I shouldn't-- *we* shouldn't be in here, though! Alive *or* dead..."

"...Plus, there's not a whole lot in here to make the best of. Not until he comes back. Even out of my chains, I still feel so... bound."

"You just asked what a... "golf" ball was, didn't you? That's what I think I heard, at least."

"..."

"..."

"Wait, hold on, did you lay these? The eggs, I mean, not the... y'know, the other thing!"

// part of me is actually wondering if I should forego narrating the Princess's action since she technically doesn't have a voice for it and that would be more Lore Accurate(tm)

at the same time though it would be really awkward to try and do

"Oh! That's so--"

"..."

"A what ball."

"Yeah... Someone got a little stab-happy. They didn't even stop to talk to me before plunging the thing into me! Can you believe that?"

She sighs.

"Now I'm stuck in here and have nothing to do but stare at my bones..."

"Aw..."

Looking sad. So sad.

Staring right back, pale eyes wide with... some indescribable emotion.

"Awkward" is probably the best word for it.

"Oh! Another... me?"

[makes the reader's food cold.]

aw man I missed Spectre Sunday :(

Wait, I have something to give you!

[The heebie jeebies has been added to your inventory]

I have been in this gay ass room for ten thousand years

Poking her head in through the ceiling.

Hi

[Petting him instead??]

[in an extremely tiny voice] sorry

[continues to AAAAAAA]