The characters do not belong to me, they belong to Inanimate Insanity which belongs to Adam Katz. The only thing i own is the storyline, cover art and ideas.
People (Objects) are becoming infected with a deadly disease. Paintbrush and Lightbulb seem to be immune, but even if Lightbulb is not infected, she still has to deal with her own personal problems. And Paintbrush, the only price that they have to pay will be...
The loss of many of their friends.
And maybe even the one closest to them...
There were only seven swords, yet the damage was catastrophic. The choices you made the first time were idiotic, ignorant, and insane. No amount of guilt could atone for your sins, but this was your path. This was your path to becoming a hero.
You only ever wanted to help others. You never asked to become a killer.
Mercy finally comes for your soul. You've been granted a chance to start it all over again from the very beginning. It's more than you deserve, and you take it all too aware of the consequences. Knowledge is a curse that'll tear you apart from limb to limb. Know it's your only guide. Know this is the only way to be forgiven.
Reach new heights. Rewrite fate itself.
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AKA The Block Tales pacifist route
A fanfic based on ROBLOX's popular game, DANDY'S WORLD! This fanfic contains mostly short stories, oneshots,and uhh, some stupid stuff I guess. Feel free to request, or don't, dunno! This was written by a loser who loves playing Dandy's World and stuff.
This will be a series of Hyperlaser having a conversation with each of the phighters. This fic was made when the most recent phighter, Banhammer came out. If I already do all the current phighters, this fic will be updated when any other phighters comes out.
Aka there will be funny situations, Sad situations, Questionable- Situations? whatever scenario comes to mind.
Most of these one shots are based on the dialogue Hyperlaser has.
With a further ado, enjoy!
(cover art made by me)
Things we lose. Things we love. Things we hold.
They will always be lost.
No matter how tight you hold onto them.
Over and over...
They slip through the cracks like sand.
I couldn't save him.
I couldn't save myself.
I couldn't save them.
Again
And again.
History will always repeat.
No matter how hard I try...