Ridiculousness (Aus Edition)

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Wish i'd made a part that was titled Old Mcdonald had a farm

i'm sorry it took so long, i was caught up in setting up tumblr and binge watching gravity falls

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Flamango_55 summoned Farmer!

"Holy fUCK-!" A green blur barreled through the room, smashing into the side of the recliner. A sunhat fluttered down behind it, landing innocently on the floor. Farmer sat up, a hand on his skull. "Ouch."

ThisIsTrAsH_ summoned Hate!

A simple portal opened, not as dramatic or chaotic as Farmer's entrance. Nightmare's lookalike stepped out, a displeased frown settling on his face as he glanced around the room. Nightmare glared at Hate, scowling. "Did you really have to summon him??"

Hate scoffed, "Shut the fuck up, Nightmare." Cross glowered at Hate from where he was lounging on Killer.

ThisIsTrAsH_: Ayeee, thank u dust

Horror had lost interest in the potato, glaring at Hate. Dust ignored the other, instead grabbing Farmer's soul with magic, lifting the dazed skeleton and setting him on his feet. He took Farmer's sunhat, dusting it off and placing it on the slightly taller monster's head. He patted his cheek, "Welcome to the party, fieldman." Farmer blinked. 

Flamango_55: Why would I hurt Geno? Despite my appearance I am a benevolent voice.

Nightmare rolled his eyelight, "Benevolent, my ass. Tell that to my coffee." Reaper's eyes narrowed, "What's that?" Geno squirmed, hissing at Reaper, who ignored him. Nightmare waved a hand, "This particular voice stole my coffee." Reaper's expression immediately soured, "Coffee theft is nothing to be taken lightly."

Hate leaned against the wall, directly beneath Error, watching the gang wearily. Cross watched him like a hawk, his focus only broken by the sudden appearance and approach of the white screen.

Flamango_55: Oh my- Cross why are you so scared? I ligit just look like a smol fabric Nightmare. Pffft Fabricmare.

Cross blinked a few times before he shrugged. "I dunno. I just don't like the idea of moving stuffed animals. It's freaky." Killer nodded solemnly, "Error used to torment Cross with stuffed cows, though he stopped pretty quickly after Cross had a panic attack from it."

Flamango_55: Oh Frick. That was not my intention- Is Crossy okay?

Cross gave you a thumbs up, "I'm cool. Just keep 'Fabricmare' away from me." Cross adjusted his Burger King crown so he could bury his face into Killer's chest, going limp. He was feeling tired again.

ThisIsTrAsH_: Im not surprised ur texting kinky inky

Error sat up sharply, gaping at the screen. "Kinky Ink?! What the fu- Actually, you're not wrong." He slumped back down, his leg swinging over the hammock edge. "Ink's the kinkiest bastard you'll find. And, as someone who knows Killer, that's saying something." Killer stuck his tongue out at Error, "Shut up. What is it that Nightmare calls you... oh yeah, Shibari. Shut up, Shibari."

Error threw a wad of strings at Killer, hissing at him to shut up.

ThisIsTrAsH_: I feel blessed

Epic beamed, "Heck yeah you do! You're blessed by the epic Epic himself!" Cross winced at the double epic, Killer snorting. Cross lifted his head long enough to say, "Dude, I thought we agreed not to call you that." Epic pouted, "C'mon Bruh, it's a radical name!" Cross's head dropped back down, his voice muffled. "It's really not." Killer rubbed Cross's back, snickering.

Farmer coughed into his fist, standing by the recliner, his arms swinging awkwardly. "Um. What are those?" Dust shrugged, "Creators. They wanna ask you stuff, 's why you're here." Farmer gave a soft 'oh' before asking, "Well, what do they wanna know?"

"Dunno. You'll see in a little bit."

Rosewarrior22: True but as long as you stay away from drama it's not to bad
Flamango_55: You are not wrong. Considering my main Social Medias are for art and fanfiction, I can agree
(added punctuation again i'm sorry)

Nightmare scoffed, "Drama always finds you, no matter how hard you try. I'd rather stick to my books." Killer laughed, "You can't change boss's mind on this." Cross mumbled into Killer's shirt, "That stuff.. with the, uh..." He fell silent, before lifting his head and slurring, "The, the dachshund-" He paused, blinking slowly and tried again. "The Kardashians."

Killer shook his head, "They don't really have a lot of drama around them, hun." Cross yawned, "Yeah, but their faces haunt my dreams."

Flamango_55: Wanna hear a funnier word? Poppycock. PFFFTTT HAHAHAAHWHAHSGDYFHBKBHGDYJBH-

Nightmare stared at the white screen in disgust while Killer choked on a laugh. Cross had no such problems, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter, Epic cackling nearby. Error chuckled, "I can't even remember what that word means, but it does sound funny." Hate watched them, unamused. "You-" Cross's head shot up, the monochrome leveling a hateful glare on him. "Quiet. No one wants to hear you talking."

Hate's mouth snapped shut at that, his expression surprised. Killer kissed Cross's cheek, quietly urging him to calm down. Cross grumbled, hiding his face again. Killer met Hate's gaze, a sneer spreading across his face in a silent threat. Dust let the few bones he'd summoned disappear, turning back to Horror and resuming his conversation as if nothing had happened. Horror lowered his ax, blinking down at Dust, giving him his full atention. Farmer just stood there with wide eyes, unsure what to make of the situation.

ThisIsTrAsH_: Daym. So cute >w<

Killer glanced at the screen, sneer fading into a smile. He posed, or tried his best to without disturbing Cross. "Damn right I am. Ain't that right, Cross?" Cross huffed into Killer's chest, "Shut up, asshole." Killer dramatically pouted, "How you wound me so!" Cross lightly headbutted him, "Hush."

Flamango_55: Thank you Killer!

Killer saluted you, smiling, "You got it, amigo. How was your special day? Good, I'm hoping?" Cross peeked up at the screen, sheepishly mumbling, "I also hope it was good. You should have a good birthday." Killer lightly patted Cross's skull, careful to avoid hitting the crown. 

ThisIsTrAsH_: It is a potato. But its also my kid. And if u eat it, youll get food poisoning. 
Flamango_55: It'll probably give you the worst tummy ache- living produce is not good for the belly.

Farmer held up a hand, "This is true! If you don't cook it, you'll end up with an upset stomach." Horror sighed, pouting at the floor. "Fine. Won't eatcher kiddo." Dust tapped Horror's skull, "Good boy." Horror perked up, tipped his head to Dust to get pats.