I Put Way Too Much Work Into This

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The cavern surrounding them was overwhelming in size.

The cavern was taken by entropy, something that they had so tried to stop.

The boy would go around the palace, searching for validation, and, of course, money.

The girl, shrouded in apprehension, most definitely did not want to take the spindly hand of the boy in front of her.

Trav was through with this; it'd been hindering his mental state for too many months now.

Saiki, as of now, is gaining likeability points; something he should be ecstatic about and yet, now he's in a dumpster.

Maybe if you weren't so impulsive, that hatface weirdo wouldn't have hit you with fire!" The boy may have been small, but when he was angry, he was a scary sight.

'The king's desire to consume... that... That most have been the problem!'

"Sammy! Why did you think putting the milk in the 100 degrees weather would be smart?! It's spoiled now!"

'I have this urge... to consume... You know, this may lead to my downfall... Pfft, nah!'

"This food is so flavorless!" "As expected of their cafeteria."

He'd purge him of anything useless.

Unwilling to go, yet unwilling to stay; they were lost.

Malice filled her voice, her entire being, as she stared at her only friend; the friend that threw everything away.

Fleeting thoughts of a once existent world filled their head, like the wind on an autumn's day. There for what felt like forever and yet gone so soon.

Crammed into a box. What a lovely Saturday.

"I really don't believe that capitalism is all too great." ""Oh! Well, then... Time for capital punishment!"

Comforting others was the thing they strived on.

"Awwww, my bunny's losing its stuffing!!!"

Exercise... what... a... disgusting thing.'