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-_' W E L C O M E T O G U E S T T E R R O R '_-
~_' Stories carved into a ruined world '_~
*,; ' "In this fragment, survivors aren't your normal .{.'S U R V I V O R S'.}. . So...
"EXActlY." It turns towards him, ignoring what was mentioned, and places a firm hand on his shoulder. "YOu jUST don'T SEe HeR tHE waY I do." It turns away, kicking his feet like a small child. "I SWEar shE loOkS At mE SOMetIMes. iN the TrEEs~" it cooed.
"Dude you're sserioussly messed up, and that'ss coming from a guy who already knowss you're messed up." He gestures to himself, then pauses. "You watch uss from the treess." it sounded more panicked than a stern question, but Selver ignores it the same way he ignored the other question.
He sighs loudly. "I think thiss iss more of an obsession than a ssimple crussh." He pulls a chair out from under the table, throws a few damp rags onto it, and sits down. Right in front of Selver. He barely listens to Selvers babbling, it's mostly just about Venus.
He swears he sees something in the corner, breathing, messed up like someone-- Nevermind. Besst not to think about it.
Selver shoves a camera in his face, shaking it a little. "Go oN, tAKe a LOOk." It smiles, drool dripping from its mouth slightly. "If thiss whole roll iss jusst picturess of Venuss I'm telling her to hunt your ass down." Selver blinks, pulling the camera back a little. "MayBE I'd LIke tHAT." It scoffs, tapping a foot on the floor. "Then I'll get my dad to, he's Venus's second in command." His rattle flicks, making a bug scuttle away.
"WeLL- hE'S hOT TOo, SO-" He'd cut off Selver with a gasp and slams his hands down on the table, wincing at the pain of doing so. "DUDE. Do not hit on my dad. Not cool" Selver erupts into a cluster of giggles, falling backwards on his chair and then bursting out in a full laugh.
"I sserioussly cannot with you. Firsst you hit on the leader, and then you sstart hitting on my FUCKING dad, dude." He rubs his forehead, glancing back over to the corner. Ssomething iss definitely alive over there, it'ss breathing. I can hear it.
Selver whistles. "WHAtevER vIRGin. I'll gET oNE of THEm soON." He groans. "May I remind you sshe'ss probably way older than you." Selver hums and rocks back and forth. "JuST bECAusE thE WRAppeR iS WRINkleD doESn'T meAn the cANDy aiN'T swEEt." It erupts into another wheezing fit of giggles.
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"Alright, I'm out of here." He sits up from his seat moving towards the exit when his tail brushes against something. Selver grabs him before he can turn around, gripping his arms. It hurtss. "COmE oN BUDdy, I'm jUSt meSSInG wiTH YOu." It whines, trying to drag him back over to the table. "I wON't TALk abOUT hEr aNYmOrE, pRoMISe!"
He groans, rattler smacking against the floor. "FINE- Fine. I'll sstay for a little while longer." Selver perks up, a smile creeping onto their features. "GOOD! GoOd, CAusE I wANTed to Do soMEThiNG wiTH yOU." It pulls its sleeve all the way up to its shoulder, revealing cuts and scars.
