Music here. It's relaxing. I like it.
Ranboo knew that something was wrong, maybe he should've stopped right there?
Ten buttons, all are unnamed.
– Okayy, let's try the first one I guess?
What is the color of a riddle?
What does a lie taste like?
Can hope be eaten?
Does light ever see itself?
What does regret look like?
Can you smell love?
– Umm. What kind of questions are these?
Add the answers up, and you'll see the sorry state
of this world in full.
That is, if you're even capable of finding answers to things without end.
For where does a circle begin?
– Well... Nothing "interesting" i see there.
I'll just. Leave?
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– Second one now.
You're always~super special~
(That's why you are here with me~)
– WHAT THE FUCK!?
Ranboo threw his headphones across the room.
– ...
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– Nah. I'm leaving this.
No no no no.
Ranboo realized what he had done. Well. It's just a broken mess now.
– Guess I have to play without headphones now.
???
I like to dance under beds
What's under your bed?
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– I will not check it. I don't want to. I know that there's nothing.
Was he sure about it? No.
Was he scared? A little?
– Okay, I need to stop spending so much time on this.
Just. Do it faster.
Without honor, we are simple worms!
So bow your head, and show some respect!
Time
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Terminal 00
FanfictionIt's won't be as long as it seems. Warning: Suicide ["sacrifice"]/ Depressive thoughts/ "Derealisation" episodes/ Self-hate?/ ets. "The text was written entirely on my own feelings of visiting this website and doesn't have any (sense)" [Original web...
