Fallen Far But Still A Scum

I bet you this blog will be one of the many offed in the coming days, so, see you finks around. Not to mention the rather backwards nsfw censors incoming with all the “no female presenting you know whats” and all that garbage.

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He evaded whatever came for him, interesting. It seems to have given up as soon as he left the building. One can only hope he knows how to survive in this new state, that being said.

HOW IS HE STILL ALIVE? FUCK THIS. 

To listen would be admitting guilt. Regardless, our friend seems to have found himself a comfortable pair of clothing and intends to make his way out of this home. Yet, despite all of this... wait.

Ah. There’s something else in here. I would run, fast. I don’t think that it’s friendly. That being said, I don’t feel any strong emotion towards any confrontation.

GET FUCKED.

Condition changed to: Sore, bandaged, fully clothed.

THAT MIGHT COME BACK TO BITE YA PAL. SWATTING AT THE HAND THAT FEEDS YOU? LET’S BE REAL HERE. YOU ARE AN IDIOT, SQUARE-HEAD.

Evidently, choosing to be a good person is not in his ideals yet. Hopefully at some point he might learn that having good karma is a good thing, and this new angry bold text may be interested in making bad things happen to him. I’m far less aggressive than my friend bold up there, but I think you get the point.

Alright dice, grab some clothes and get out of here as you wish, I guess. 

DON’T EXPECT YOUR FANS TO BE ALL THAT HAPPY WITH YOUR ACTIONS, YOU MONEY LAUNDERING SLIMEBAG.

Anyways.

CONCEPTS/TEASERS

BOLD IS COMING

She seems to be alive, breathing and all the important things but definitely out cold. The goal isn’t to wake her considering the probably circumstance, but leaving a corpse around would feel wrong. Good thing she’s not a corpse. The promptings are right though, getting out of here would probably be smart... and you are familiar with robbing people of their belongings anyways. 

HELP HER YOU ASSHOLE CUBE.

Time to move. Out of this dump. Question is.. what kind of clothing should he grab?

Around the corner, the woman from earlier lay motionless. She appears to have taken some kind of... something. Liquor, drugs and other paraphernalia litter the ground around her. For a moment, the idea of her being dead comes to mind but after a few minutes of staring, she seems to be passed out instead, hopefully stable. Concerning considering that he was given drugs from her... 

It was less painful to get up, which surprised him. But he didn’t take time to question it, he was focused on having a word with whoever took him in.

When he laid eyes upon her, his face fell with genuine fear and shock. He was not shocked easily, he had seen it all. Drunks addicted to the money, fools begging for a second chance, power hungry businessmen... but he was not prepared for this.

He’s swayed to eat it- and it is indeed stale and just about rancid. He manages to keep it down despite how incredibly disgusting it turned out to be, hoping that he won’t have to sustain himself like this for long. He couldn’t feel any effects of poison, anything instant at least, no taste along that line luckily... but was he really safe? Aside from his insides wanting to eject it that was.

He could rest a bit more or... he could attempt to stand and see who the hell had brought him here and hopefully ask them WHY they were giving him this garbage.

Up to you, of course.

The heavy set of whatever was in his system had faded after a few hours, his familiar personality returning despite the circumstances... though the first thing he was greeted by was a rather low quality looking muffin, something that he, a man of status would rather die than eat... though at this point, he may actually starve if he refuses food... though that reality seems to have not kicked in yet. Let alone the spider woman from before.

He wasn’t thinking very straight as though he was heavily drugged up or something... can’t think about it, doesn’t matter. He took very little notice when the door slid open and a figure entered the room, twitchy eyed and badly dressed. A spider of some sort, staring over him mumbling to herself. He was taken in by a peasant of some sort.

You people are honestly nuts! Thank you so much for all the support, there’s plenty more to come and quite the story planned! (and thank you for bearing with my not so good anatomy at times, my art isn’t the best but I’m so happy that you all still love what i’m doing here!)