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Collecting Dust

FreakishlyPizza

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Reads 114
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Parts 2
Time 13m

FreakishlyPizza

An actually angsty story in the Flipverse?! No way POGGERS WHOLESOME!1!1!1!1!1!!

Okay maybe not wholesome, but still.

The ever-famous ventriloquist duo Boopsy and Bill have fallen on hard times. Well, Boopsy first, actually. He's the human.

Daily performances at the Dunkeridoo Theater were exhausting, but when Boopsy purposely misses a day for the sake of taking a short hiatus and to better his health, fans still shame him for not showing up! Boopsy's reputation only got worse when his "dilly-dallying" made headlines.

Bill, the puppet, was doing everything he could to make sure Boopsy would continue to be safe and sound, as he genuinely cared for his safety and wellbeing. Thanks to being made by a team of craftsworkers, he could move on his own, so he could do more than ever before with sentience.

But one day... Boopsy passed away at his own hands, leaving Bill to handle everything all by himself... for real.

Boopsy's death left Bill in a massive state of depression. He couldn't believe that this had to happen. He didn't want to believe it. He refused to accept it. He didn't want Boopsy to be dead. He was like a dad to him. But regardless, Bill is gonna have to learn how to take care of himself.

You know how Bill's former owner, Trudy Blew, sold him due to decreasing popularity, and left him behind to, you know, start Collecting Dust...?

The same fate befell him today.All Rights Reserved

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