An official gremlin

Hey, I don't know how well you know @wyPercyjackson, but they just posted a "goodbye I'm sorry" message on their board and now they aren't responding to messages and I'm getting really worried. If you know them irl, are you able to check on them, and if not can you post a message on their board reminding them how much they mean to all of us and how important they are?
          Also please pass this on to as many people as possible.
          Thank you

My username on Pixel Petz is DrJekyllAndHyde if anyone has it X3

Imagine having matching pfp with someone, only to go be more active on your alt :c

Heard you got Frankenstein. Good luck with it. Truly, goooooooood luck 

“You’ll be back, like before, I will fight the fight and win the war, for your love, for your praise, and I’ll love ya till my dying days. When your gone, I’ll go mad, so don’t throw away this thing we had, cause when push comes to shove, I will…kill your friends and family…to remind you of my love.” 
          *bows* 

*raises both my fists. My eyes dilate and unfocus briefly* 
          “AND NO DONT CHANGE THE SUBJECT!” 
          *spittle flies everywhere* 
          “Cause your my favorite subject, my sweet, submissive subject, my loyal, royal subject. Forever, and ever, and ever and ever and eveeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr” 

*looks at the camera. Walks across the room* 
          “Oceans rise, empires fall. We have seen each other through it all. And when push, comes to shove, I will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love! Dat dat dat da da, day ya da dat dat day ya da! You say our love is draining and you can’t go ooooooooooonnn. You’ll be the one complaining when I am gone…” 

“Well even despite our estrangement…I’m your man…” 
          *walks to a room of my Monte Cristo obsessions* 
          “You’ll be back, soon you’ll see, you’ll remember you belong to me. You’ll be back, time will tell, you’ll remember that I served you well.” 

*carresses the copy* 
          “Why so sad?…remember we made an arrangement when you went away, now your making me mad…” 
          *clenches my fist* 

I will now sing an apology song. *clears throat. Hacks. 
          Lights dim. I’m wearing kingly clothes and a crown. Walks to a work copy of Dorian Gray* 
          “You say…the price of my love’s not a price that your willing to pay…you cry, in your tea which you hurl in the sea when you see me go by”