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@gimmick-copier

@gimmick-mimic

@wildcard-completionist

@the-gimmick-returner

@the-gimmick-duplicator - Dead Blog

@the-reverser

@gimmick-fixer

@the-mimicker-bot - Dead Blog

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@gimmick-thief-thief

@gimmick-thief-burglar

@anti-gimmick-thceif

@bad-gimmick-thief

@stealer-of-gimmicks

@gimmickbardthiefmulticlass - Dead Blog

@gimmick-thief-theif-thcief - Dead Blog

@gimmick-thief-thief-thief

@gimmick-thief-thief-thief-thief

@gimmick-thiefs-thief - Dead Blog

@gimmick-theif-xx-27

@gimmickthiefthiefthiefthiefthief

@your-gimmick-has-been-stolen

@grabs-a-gimmick - Dead Blog

@youraveragemagicalthief - Dead Blog

@local-pickpocket - Dead Blog

@gimmick-remover

@off-brand-gommeck

@gimmick-blog-stealer - Dead Blog

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and then, a demand for change. a disappearance of many.

and further still: this lock with no key, eternal unblinking confusion with no moment to pass and no one left to help the moment pass,

​

needs to change.

You search for keys you'll never find,

for locks that were never there,

for gates that don't exist.

You want to recreate the home you thought you had, one that can't exist, because it never did exist. Not the way you thought it did.

To go back would be to step back into what made it impossible to sustain,

to step back into what broke it in the first place.

We aren't gone. But the things that trapped us are.

it's ironic, isn't it?

all this time trying not to be frozen,

only to end up frozen in time.

Skill issue.

We may never have talked. We may have been acquaintances. But I've seen you, and you've evidently seen me.

I'm the one in orange. The one who only does things... wrongly.

The trouble is, my life on this platform is growing rather thin. I've ran out of posts to steal things on. The purple one, the one who runs the show of thieves, once said that they only find their posts by stumbling across them. This... hasn't seemed to work for me.

From one ditto to another thief... What keeps you alive? How do you... exist?

I'm alive because of the people I know, and quite literally. I can't eat or talk without mimicking someone else.

the answer, by process of elimination. yellow was the unseen word of an enemy thought friend; long gone and for good reason. such symbol in this color, what do you see?

❌🟠_🟡❌❌❌ I watch

the floor of its place of residence is tinted a shining purple.

. . .

*Ditto decides to flip a coin, Heads for Yellow, Tails for Orange*

*FWING!* *Smack!* *Ditto catches it in his hand.*

it's afraid of the color blue.

it shows its fear through red.

*How strange. The Mimmick is perplexed by this little riddle of sorts. What answer could this mysterious asker be looking for?*

...

🔴🟠🟡❌🔵🟣

that is the color of something good, mainly.

Awh, what a shame. I really thought it'd be green!

How about blue?

🔴🟠🟡🟢🔵🟣

there is one correct answer.