So the next chapter is a bit late- that's to say, I haven't finished it yet. So I'm here to offer some Anemoia incorrect quotes as a bit of lighthearted comedy, because...let's just say that things are about to go down in chapter six. So have some fun before the angst of next chapter!
Also because I feel bad that chapter six isn't out yet!
Disclaimer: There's some Wirt X (Y/N) stuff in the incorrect quotes, think of those as, like, in the future. They're not reflective of where we are now in the story...why am I writing this? You know none of these are canonical. Disclaimer over.
Wirt: You wanna see how hardcore I am?
(Y/N):
Beatrice:
Wirt: *Punches tree*
(Y/N):
Beatrice:
Wirt:
Wirt: Maybe we should look for a hospital.
Wirt:*holding an antique bottle* Uh, I can't tell if this is whisky or perfume.
(Y/N):*Grabs and drinks*
(Y/N):
(Y/N): It-It was perfume.
(Y/N):*Tending to Beatrice's wounds* How would you rate your pain on a scale of 1-10?
Beatrice: Zero stars, would not recommend.
(Y/N): Why're you so cheerful today, Beatrice?
Beatrice: Does there have to be a reason? Can't I just be happy?
Wirt: *Sighs* I fell down the stairs today.
(Y/N): Did--did Wirt just say he loves me?
Beatrice: Yup, he did.
(Y/N): And I--did I respond with finger guns?!
Beatrice: Yes, yes you did.
Wirt: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis
(Y/N): You're only like, fifteen/fourteen years old
Wirt: I MIGHT DIE AT 30!!
Wirt: Did NONE of you hear what I just said?!
(Y/N): Ah, sorry, I zoned out
Greg: I got distracted by that frog o'mine!
Beatrice: My ignoring you was a conscious choice.
Greg: Change is inedible
(Y/N): Oh, you mean inevitable?
Wirt, with a handful of spitty coins: Sadly, he did not.
(Y/N): Name a more iconic duo than my crippling loneliness and my anxiety. I'll wait.
Greg: ...You and me?
(Y/N), tearing up: Okay.
Wirt: Oh fiddlesticks! That really ruffles my feathers!
(Y/N): Please just use swears.
(Y/N): Is stabbing someone immoral?
Greg: Hmm, it depends
Beatrice: Not with consent...
Wirt: YES?!?
(Y/N): I apologize for saying sh*t in front of Greg.
Beatrice: You just did it again.
(Y/N):
(Y/N): ...I'm not a role model.
(Y/N): Man, crushes are dumb.
Wirt: I know. Whenever I'm near the person I like I just start acting stupid.
(Y/N): But you're always acting stupid?
Wirt: ...
Wirt: Yeah, don't think about that too hard.
(Y/N): How do you take your coffee?
Wirt, trying to be cool: Black, like..uhm, my soul?
(Y/N): ...
(Y/N): Wirt, your soul is straight up milk.
(Y/N): OH MY GODS WHY ARE YOU ON FIRE?!?
Wirt: Kinda just how my day is going, I guess.
(Y/N): Beatrice...what're you up to?
Beatrice: What? I'm smiling kindly.
(Y/N): mm, you look like you're up to something
Beatrice: uP To KiNdnEsS!!
(Y/N): You have weirdly sincere humility.
Wirt: I prefer the term "self-loathing", actually.
(Y/N): Valentine's day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-
Wirt: I wrote you a poem.
(Y/N), already crying: You did?
(Y/N): I've been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.
Wirt: Wow. They sound stupid.
(Y/N): But they're not. They're really smart actually. Just dense.
Wirt: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don't know... "Hey! I love you!"
(Y/N): I guess you're right. Hey Wirt, I love you.
Wirt: See! Just say that!
(Y/N): My god-
Wirt: If that flies over their head then, sorry (Y/N), but they're too dumb for you.
(Y/N): Wirt.
Well, hope you enjoyed...I might do more of these, it was fun! We'll be back to the story next chapter...you have been forewarned.
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