desperation.

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Knife lay still on the couch, sleeping comfortably. His arms and legs were curled up quite a bit, making him look almost like a stunned insect.

A faint, calming pixel audio coming from reality interrupts his slumber. Knife squints a little, hesitantly opening his eyes as an blurry ominous juniper colored glow begins to be revealed to his eyes. He groans quietly, gently leaning forward and sitting straight (not really) on the tangerine sofa.

Knife's eyes open fully, now making everything a little easier to see. He looks around at his surroundings tiredly, almost immediately noticing a  figure

((chapter was never finished, nor will it ever be))

be honest guys, should I remake this?

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