Day 68 on Survivor Island
Belle *Confessional* Sorta
(Timothy, a now quite sullen squirrel, has been exploring the island for long hours since returning with no hint of Belle anywhere. He stops at a favorite tree in front of the Horton cabin to rest, knowing that it's out of bounds for the intruding survivor folk. Slouching back with his hands supporting his weary head he begins to fall asleep. Then a creaking sound interrupts his bid for slumber and he springs to life and rubs his eyes. The door of the cabin is slowly creeping open as he watches and waits for whoever is behind it to appear. What new horror will he find on his once quiet homestead now?
He begins chuckling lowly when he sees the tell-tale pink flip flops edge past the threshold.)
Timothy: Belle!
confessed by Belle at 9:11 PM
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Days of Our Lives Survivor
FanfictionThis was a little bit of fun a bunch of us wrote/played a good 20+ years ago. Remember Brady's Tiny Tim canes? fauxBelle and her discovery of Timothy the talking English Squirrel? The poison pen and pod people of Tom Langan? Relive the hysteria...
