(sorry for not posting, I was in Utah last week, and next week I'll be at summer camp!)
(Therefore, I will be posting this 3-in-1 chapter!)
(Enjoy!)
(Week 1 songs: Who Can It Be Now? Seriously?)
(Week 2 songs: Something for your M.I.N.D., Amalgam, Dance of Corpse, Thunderbolt)
(Week 3 songs: MY EARBUDS DIED NO SONGS RRRAAAHAGAGAAHH)
TW: not silly plants, smoking, drinking, cursing (mostly in week 2), depictions of mutilation,
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(Week 1)
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Oh.. My- friend..!
They reached up and took out their ponytail..
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"..You did not- where-- Where'd you even get these??" She reached and grabbed the pack of cigarettes.
She heavily sighed and sat on the bed as well.
"You can't do this.. You're wasting your life away.."
How so..? I don't think I am!
"..I still love you."
"But you're like a lost cause.."
Really..?
Everything was so bright and I couldn't stop myself from talking, rambling even..!
Why's everyone so uptight..?
Just let loose..!
It's all good!
There's nothing to be worried about!
Just take one.
Take. One.
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(Week 2)
He sent out his assistant.
God. He sucked. That bitch was so annoying!
He opened up his computer, exiting out of his most recent tab.
No-one needed that to be spilled..
He went to his blueprints, scanning over the blueprints. A smile grew on his face as he adjusted his glasses.
Cobs. Twisted and fucking evil. That's what he'd be called if anyone found out what he unleashed upon this world.
He'll fix it.
Blueprints. He printed those out, racing to the printer just to get that stupid- STUPID thorn in his side gone. Forever.
He picked up the papers and headed down the sleek metal halls. Entering the storage room.
His gaze fixed on his old version.
He'll do nicely.
Cobs approached, dragging the old version to an empty room filled with tools and several items.
He picked up a hammer and tore through it's face, replacing everything that needed to be and making it..
Better.
Everything that would destroy Mephone4.
Anything that would kill his most successful creation.
ANYTHING at all.
Tearing apart the arms, and tossing them aside, cracking like bones and bleeding with rich oil. Cobwebs stuck on his hands, cries of pain, glitches of hardware, ripping everything to shreds.
Breaking all of what was and salvaging no bit, leaving only a mess and trail of pitiful robotic gore behind. Then getting to work. Fixing everything he wanted, implanting anything and EVERYTHING he needed to kill. ANYONE.
Chucking this out, putting this in and repeating..
Until he was complete.
(I'M SO SORRY 3GS YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND "PLOT")
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(Week 3)
The only robotic figure walked out of the hotel, groaning at his companion's questions.
"So like-"
"Can you please be quiet for a minute?"
"..So anyways-"
He just set Floory down and walked off.
Stopping as a twisted figure landed in front of him. Cracking it's head nearly upside-down.
"Oh.. My god.."
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(505 words IT WASN'T EXTRA LONG NOOOOO)
(anyways I feel bad so here's a bonus)
Paintbrush was peacefully sleeping before Fan turned over and stared at Paintbrush.
He eventually spoke.
"Paintbrush, do you think Hatsune Miku's ponytails are hair clips, or extensions, because they never grow?"
Paintbrush looked at Fan dumbfounded and tried to ignore him, before tossing and turning.
