EAT THE FLESH OF THE WRONGED.

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⠀⠀/ /⠀of course. /silly
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⠀⠀/ /⠀looks around. im tempted to write something fucked up here
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[ flitting across her vision really fast and disappears ]

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ㅤㅤ✱ Sometimes I'll shift into Arthur's missing niece watching over him in the middle of the night and he screams loud as fuuuuck
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[ in a whispery voice ] you laugh you go straight to hell

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⠀/ /⠀YEAHHHH

⠀⠀somer poses as being polite but cunning, and almost a bit protective of arthur when he's feigning an identity. getting to finally emerge in the light world in his true form is an astounding feat he wants to take advantage of for as long as he can
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⠀/ /⠀one million interactions
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⠀/ /⠀i want to write him more and especially interacting with others so it's a huge yes rn
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Cannot even stand on your own two legs on your own in your world. One sad being, you are.

You don't deserve to have him here.

But he will be here anyways.

Because he cannot live without you.

Your friend will come back.

Is that who you wish to see?

The shield to the cold wind? The companion you hold in the dark?

He can be here.

We may will it.

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⠀/ /⠀twmpted to make somer will into his physical form to interact more with people posing as a normal darkner. since the twilight fountain is still open ... maybe ...
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His family is so interesting. So fun to toy with.

[ appearing in her vision for a split second like a fnaf3 hallucination and disappears with a vine boom sfx ]

[ off screen ] She doesn't know.

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ㅤㅤ( nc ) ✱ Arthur tell these Lightners to stop summoning by my deadname. Also, get me a beer.
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Tempting. Very, very tempting.

The poor man's one heart attack away slipping from my grasp, however, so I must refrain.

Hah. I did tell him that.

I am The Prophet of the Doomed Future.

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⠀/ /⠀death it is.
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ok right [ picking up Arthur's limp body and dragging it along the way ] don't mind that btw

don't get in the way else your head is coming next.

[ genuinely taken aback ] i. Suppose?

? ??

bash my enemies' skulls in until they are nothing but a dent of their former selves.

yeah [ pulling out a giant greatsword ]

[ deep voice ] hey. im a dog. That can stand.

[ in his ear ] You will bear witness to the shrouding of the sun and be a servant to despair.

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ㅤㅤ✱ With each day he lingers in the light, it is difficult to find purpose in these void worlds . . .

ㅤㅤ✱ . . . though contact is growing scarce by the second. He grows away from me the further he trails.

ㅤㅤ✱ Ah . . . what to do.
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