mingly

[wooliefrand]

WHO: SHEEP
WHERE: ALL OVER
WHEN: AFTERNOON-EVENING 103

[JUST A MINGLE BEFORE TRAUMA GAMES START COMING AND KEEP ON COMING

CARRY ON]

Comments

[rugpull]

[gonna get this boy some lemonade here sweetie]

He seems to think Blossom is super evil or something? I dunno.

As someone less moral than most I think he's being a lil' silly.

[pictureimperfect]

Blossom fucking sucks but I dunno about evil. Wouldn't anyone be a little evil at you after you steal their diary and kill their bestie?

[drinks his lemonade]

Any other bullshit I missed?

[rugpull]

I think they're in love. That's just my opinion though.

Uhmm what else. Ya can get yer true name back. But I don't need that. M'fine like I am. I ain't got memory problems and I have enough power.

They're negotiating with the wolves and also bringin' 'em food.

Gonna purify the Wolf King.

So we're being nice to those guys I guess. Even though the wolves did a torture on us but I guess that's okay.

[pictureimperfect]

Biscuit is cute enough.

Hmmm...

The guy who tortured us got killed already though right?

[rugpull]

One survived.

[pictureimperfect]

We can purify and save them all if they let us shave that one.

[rugpull]

Those are terms I'd agree to.

[getting his own lemonade to drink]

Can't think of much else t'add....ya can probably get in on some of the stuff goin' on if ya ask Lily I guess? I'd say don't do it though, sounds like a good way t'get hurt. Let 'em take the lumps.

[pictureimperfect]

I'll get involved in whatever lumps Senpai has inevitably got himself into first.

It sounds like it's been real stressful.

[rugpull]

I'm really pissed about losing fruit, cubby!!!

I hope Blossom eats 'em!!

[pictureimperfect]

It's the worst! Your resources!! Lily owes us reparations.

[rugpull]

Pffttt. I ain't askin' them for shit I don't wanna get involved.

I'll just complain from afar.

[the worst person is bitchy biscuit who just wants to be a whiny pissbaby]

And I got shit to do now. The pasture fence got fucked up and mist wolves have been gettin' in. So now I gotta go do minor wolf murders for fun and no profit.

[pictureimperfect]

Aw fuck, not again.

[rugpull]

Yeeeeehhh...

I'll let Thistle fill ya in on the rest of the stuff.

So.

How are ya?

[pictureimperfect]

I'll talk to everyone else...

...Things were going real nice and then they all went to shit. So you know, the usual.

[rugpull]

[...petpetpets]

[pictureimperfect]

[leans into him]

We've been in worse spots. We'll figure this one out too, but still...

It was really scary.

[rugpull]

Wanna talk more?

[pictureimperfect]

...I ever tell you the full story of all my ghost bullshit?

[rugpull]

No, cubby.

[pictureimperfect]

Hnnnngh.

Well! Long story short, I'm not a real ghost~

There was this other ghost. I don't remember what our - his name was. But he made a bad deal with a psycho who promised him a wish after he died. And then when he tried to move on peacefully, that psycho took his mind as the price.

After that, he took that piece of him, and pieces of a whole bunch of other ghosts, and patched them all together to make me. I'm not him, and I don't have any of his memories, I'm just an adorable copy.

All that is leading up to say, the school I haunt had a culture festival and I got to see his mom.

[rugpull]

Aw fuck.

[pictureimperfect]

Haaa, right?

She couldn't see me or anything, but I walked around with her for a bit. She was there to see his photos - he was really good at photography. Won a bunch of awards and everything, so the school had one of his exhibits up. She seemed really nice, Biscuit. Having a mom... I bet it's really nice.

[rugpull]

...yeh. I always imagined what havin' a mom would be like. A lot like m'Gran.

Ya ain't got that either though. Ya got nothin' behind ya. And I bet ya feel lonely with that empty hollow feelin' sorta past, yeh? And a lotta people will tell ya that ain't matter none.

But it matters to you, ain't it?

Ya got things ya wanna hold onto that belong t'you.

[pictureimperfect]

[burrowing his face into Biscuit's shoulder]

It matters.

She doesn't belong to me. She belongs to him, I'm... I'm not the son she lost. I can't ever be, and, I don't want to be. I wanna be me. I wanna have my own things. My own family. You, and Thistle, I'm your kid not hers.

But I still wish I could meet her. As 'me'. Yata, not her other boy. I saw the way she spoke about him, the way she looked at his photos... I wished so bad I could talk to her.

[rugpull]

For her, yerself, or both?