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funny how much more you notice something that you can't ๐๐ฒ๐ฒ.
// ok i'm redoing this acc ... she's no longer a forsaken portrayal and smth entirely different ... i'll give her a redesign too soon Heh
build my totem summon me ๐ summon me ๐ summon me ๐
[ looking over , curiously ! . . . a glint of disgust shined through the little visible features she had . ]
[ carving lines into the ground using her sickle . she barely looks awake . . . ]
[ . . . oh ! he remembered this part ! she remembered this part quite fondly , actually . it was hard to forget . ] whoa-oh-oh-oh . . . sweet child o' mine . . . ( โช ) [ he sung gently , as if he were trying to recall every lyric in his mind . holding her father's hands and dancing . ]
/her hair reminds me of a warm, safe place where as a child i'd hide and pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by/ ... โช [he continued, gently taking those monstrous claws and trying to dance with him!]
[ she flinched at the unexpected , yet gentle touch . . . but instead of backing away , she stared . letting her father gently hold her broken face . ] . . . [ she was devastated . she couldn't remember the lyrics , only the instrumental . she wanted to sing along so bad . . . humming . . ]
[finally gathering the courage to approach, he took her charred face gently in his hands.] /she's got eyes of the bluest skies as if they thought of rain i'd hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain/ โช ...
ah ! i remember now . again , my apologies . my memory is quite fogged after all this time . but yes , i do remember . . . . even now , i'm your sweet child ? even after what has become of me ? [ she was anxious over the answer , her tone remaining soft . . . though a tad bit shaky . ]
no, i get it. it's sweet child of mine by guns n roses. i used to sing that to you all the time, you know. when you were scared of a thunderstorm or a nightmare, that song would calm you right down. because you're my sweet child. no matter what.
what song is that again ? it sounds familiar . apologies , it's been a while . [ raising a finger up to her own chin , tapping it . you can't fault her for not remembering . she's been here for quite some time , as she said . ] but , i understand . i suppose .
um. yeah. not really my type of music... i kinda like stuff, like... /ohhh, sweet child o' miiine.../ ...y'know? [still on guard... but relaxing a little?]
i write the lyrics myself , father . admittedly , i do tend to forget some of them . . . . . . i assume it's the graphicness of them that you have a distaste for , correct ? [ dropping her claws , looking down at 7n7 . well , talk about a sudden mood change ! ]
[extending a hand before deflating and hanging his head..] your singing voice has gotten much better since when you first started! i just don't like. the lyrics...?
you don't like my songs either ? i work hard on those , father ! sigh . . . you never fail to upset me , father . . . oh . . . pretend i'm crying . . . uuuhuhu . . . [ covering her eyes . . . looking away . geez , she's so dramatic . some things never change . ]
well, n-not like that! when you run around... and sing scary songs... and hit me until i'm bleeding everywhere... that's a scary experience. i never will enjoy that!
. . . scary ? :[ you think i'm scary ? :,[ i can't help it , father . . . .
you're SCARY i run away because i don't know that!! and each hug kills me in the end so im a little iffy on those
father pisses me off sometimes . trying to give him a hug because i genuinely miss him and then he gets me with his clone like Ok. Damn. You're getting the walkspeed override then
that is fair from your perspective . you do not share the same history as me and father , so you see him the same as everyone else . . . . i wonder though . what makes them partake in such foolishness ? don't they know what awaits them here on our side ?
[ with the other lowering themselves , c00lkidd decided to lower her guard aswell . sitting down against sixer , exhaling a tiny huff . ] . . . i appreciate your willingness to listen to me , even with how cold i may appear now . sometimes , being aware hurts . but i'd argue it's better than +
[she lowers herself to rest beside her.] I UNDERSTAND. YOU KNOW. AND YOU ACT. YOUR ACTS ARE CORRECT. YOU'RE PLAYING THE RIGHT GAME. YOUR WOES ARE LISTENED TO ONLY BY THE ONES WHO SUFFER WITH YOU.
that "hacker" is my father . i'd much prefer a pathetic man with nothing more to his name than a robloxian who is just as pathetic although armed with weaponry . . . . i dislike being shot in the face .
. . . [ her face grimaced . he does not like to be reminded of how he used to be . ] i'm sorry . my eyes are opened . you don't look like a "puppy" any longer .
TO THINK YOU USED TO BE SO KIND. TELL ME, C00LKIDD, DO I STILL LOOK LIKE A PUPPY?
do not refer to me with such a title . that does not apply to me any longer . if you wish to play with him , do that /during/ the rounds . donโt bring them into our safe space .
WHY SO MAD, LITTLE ONE? IT'S JUST ANOTHER PLAYTHING.
wait what . why is that guy coming over here . i donโt WANT him here GET HIM AWAY . PUT HIM BACK .
แ แ แ แ แ แ โฉรโญษ ษโฑ โดษโฑคโฑโฑคลโดษฤ แ แ แ แ ษรษ โฑงโณฤโฆ'โฎ แ แ เธฟษโฑคโฆโฎ ษรษโฑค โฃโณโตษ? แ แ แ แ
there's something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.