another blog full of sticks

When you think of hell, you think of a very basic picture.

Hellfire and brimstone, endless seas of everlasting magma, spikes and spires and suffering. A very basic picture trying to describe agony in simple terms.

I want you to know that hell is boundless. It could be your home.

But you know better than that.

When i think of hell, i think of buildings. Houses that don't belong to anyone. Streets where you can't even breathe. Alleyways of certain death. Stores designed to drain you of flesh and mind.

When i say the word, "hell".

I think of a parody. Layers upon layers upon layers upon layers upon layers upon layers upon layers upon layers upon layers upon layers of personalized torture.

When i say the name. Hell.

I think of

"Don't run, rat. I've got worse than this big iron."

Alright so basically, what if stickman action met Ultrakill and liminal spaces. And that one cowboy was basically an omnipresent entity with the purpose of finding runaway lamb, straying from their flock. Hell's shepherd for the sheep to the slaughter.

It's probably not even hell, just some weirdo plane outside of reality.

Uh.

Mr Squidward! I should

Introductory dialogue.

"..."

Utter silence. Comparable to apathy.

"Let's do this, then." I could've used an even shorter, more vague version of a challenge to the player, but brain is a bitchass motherfucker. /ref

Extra stuff cuz i feel like it tbh

Dynamite: "Catch."

Bear trap: "Careful."

Neutral special: gun. I honestly don't know here, bro is QUIET.

Throwing knife: "It's sharp."

Misc, to me

"I tried. Okay?"

"Don't bother. I'm not much for feelings."

"Keep trying. Maybe you'll hit me."

"Skin ain't that thin."

"Brat." Alternatively, "Prick."

"Try me."

"You're one sick sonnuva bitch, y'know that?"

Eventuality.

"..."

"Alright... I'll be honest, I saw this coming. You already took down so many, with no issue. My men. My people. My deputy. Everything. You already took everything from me."

"... So why wouldn't you just finish the job, am I right?"

"..."

"I hope..."

"When you reach where you want to reach..."

"That you're crushed like the very weeds you walk on."

"..."