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[wooliefrand]

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

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

CARRY ON]

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[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?

[pictureimperfect]

...For me. It's selfish. She has no idea what happened to her kid, how could I tell her his soul got obliterated and sewn into scraps?

Well, also for her when all those creepy supernaturals flooded the festival and attacked everyone.

[rugpull]

Eh?

[pictureimperfect]

I dunno what was going on, there were just monsters everywhere all of a sudden. No matter how much I yelled at her to run, or tried to protect her, she was so scared. I was scared! It was really scary Biscuit!! I couldn't do anything for her!!

And then, then, then time just froze! That was outta nowhere too! She got hurt, she was lying on the ground and all I could do was stare! Nobody was moving at all, I was hunched over her watching her lie there, I couldn't even check if she was breathing, everything just! It just stopped and I don't know whyyyyyyy!

[rugpull]

...was it magic??

[pictureimperfect]

Probably??

[rugpull]

Then it is.

Probably?? Fine??

[pictureimperfect]

It was fucking weird and I couldn't help herrrrrr!

[rugpull]

[nuzzles into

poor poor cubb--oops static shock from the fuzz sorry]

[pictureimperfect]

EEP

[rugpull]

Cuddled too hard.

[pictureimperfect]

Your comfort is too powerful.