He didn't know where it came from. No really, he didn't. It, quite literally, fell from the ceiling.
What even is this thing?
That 'thing' as you so lovingly put it, is a paint gun filled with pink paint.
"HeLlo KiNd VoIcE. Why is there a gun here?"
Because my dear child, I have decided to edumacate you on the wonders of all things glitter and paint.
"WhY?"
Because it's fun, and it's a good way to get back at people without physically injuring them but still hurting their pride/ego.
"oK?"
I'll let you use Ink for target practice. He can't manipulate my paint and it's a color that not even he likes. Hot neon pink. It stains and takes forever to get off.
"Im In."
OOOOH, goody. Let me just put on my battle outfit and grab the pink glitter then we can have fun.
*Cue the maniacal laughter*
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Error and the Admins
FanfictionJust a fun little thing I've been doing on Silence from a Star. It got big enough so I figured why not just make it into its own thing. Here you get Error, with occasional other guest Sanses, interacting with the two writers of this story, Jess (J o...
