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HOW DID I PREDICT BEASTYEAST 7????

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”bruh….”
TROPHY POOKIE BEAR ITS BEEN 2 MONTHS ARE YOU OKAY
”no.”
*Trophy walks off.*
“and don’t call me ‘Pookie Bear.’ It’s weird.”
hi skibidi 😁
*Trophy blinks slowly; clearly sluggish.*
“Hi…..?”
*Trophy feels a pull….. a tug at his very soul. Something was calling him.*
trophy….
Trophy….
Trophy!
*who…. Was that…?*
TROPHY!
*Shocked, Trophy opens his eyes, awakening. Or at least out of his stage of hibernation; he could tell he was still unconscious; he could feel it.*
“h…huh…?”
Trophy. Thank goodness you’re awake. Maybe we still have a chance!
*Trophy blinks. Was his eyes lying…? Was that-*
“Pure Vanilla Cookie?!”
*the tall Cookie stood over him, glimmering with blue light.*
Yes. It is I, dear child….. but that is not of importance right now. You must save your friends!
“I- I do? I’m asleep at the hotel! I’ll do this effortlessly!”
*Pure Vanilla shakes his head*
I… wish that was true. Matcha Cookie…. Or well. What’s left of her. She’s captured you..
*Trophy’s eyes widened and he froze. Tears pricked at his eyes.*
“What about Nickel?! Is Nickel ok?! Please tell me if my big brother is okay!”
*Pure Vanilla laughs.*
Don’t worry…. He is okay….. for now. You must awaken. Save your world, and may truth prevail!
*Trophy feels that tug again.* even though our spirit has been replaced… I can tell you won’t go the the darkness….. not soon…..
*Trophy flinched at that. His spirit was what…?* ”what do you mea…..”
*It was too late; since Trophy had awoken. Blue energy swarmed around him, and he was trapped. In a large vial, filled with energy sucking liquid…. What he saw on the other side….. a cruel…. Awful smelling corncob with large, leafy goat horns…. Smiling cruelly as the screen in front of them both showed Cheesy….. being zapped.*

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[How much time had passed?
The world felt too realistic; too solid to just be memories, and yet everything he visited seemed too elaborate and yet not elaborate enough. He could explore towards the end of the earth, but he still felt... out of place.
Something felt wrong, but he couldn't put a finger on it.
He was Nickel. He was Dark Cacao. He was̵͈͎͊̊ Ǫ̵̪̓̀ẑ̴̛̼ z̵̷̨͔͚̪̣͆͌͆͆̍̔͌ͅ ̵̡̯͓̲̳̙͗̑ ̴̢͎̭̗͔̾͊̏̕ȳ̸̨͎͉̠̙̹̮͊̄͑ ̷̧̡̨̩̟̹̱̝̜̐̍ ̷̢͗́͛͌̄̄͌͌̄͘͝͝͠ ̴̡̹̥̙͈̞̬̒͋̓̓̅̉͌̈́͋ ̶̨̻͍̺͈̦̪̝͇̈̄͜y̴͙͙̑͂̇̚ẏ̸̢̨͙͓̜͔̩͉̭̖̣͓̪̑͊́̂̄͆̀̐̒͝͝y̴̢͖̻̖̣̬͇͔̰͎̬̘̾̾͛̂̓̓̅̒̇̕̕͜͝
He was himself. He knew that much. But everything was so... jumbled. The world, his mind. No, wait, the world was fine, but then some things just didn't make sense...
How did he not have a headache yet?
He'd probably just keep on walking.]
[Nickel lay on his bed, face oddly neutral. He hadn't moved in four months.]
*Trophy, even through all his pain, noticed the thoughts of Nickel. He immediately fucking TACKLED Nickel, hugging him, his eyes tearing up*
“Imissedyousomuchyoudumbassneverdothatagainimissedyouimissedyousomuch-“
[The motion was enough to jolt him awake. Oh. He'd been... asleep? The memories of the long dream were already somewhat fading. Muscle memory wanted him to attack back- but his movements were sluggish, and he couldn't manage to. Instead, he made a noise that was hard for him to describe and blinked blearily.]
...nnf. Trophy? Wh- what do you mean, I saw you last night, right?
*Trophy’s cup and arms was heavily scarred and chipped, and his Soul Jam was healing from a major crack.*
“Nickel, you were out for 4 months…..”
I-
[He took in the sight, hand going up into the air and then staying there, like he didn't know what to do. His eyes were wide.]
I. What? Trophy, you- you're-
“I-I’m what…?”
You're hurt, I-
[He should've been there. He'd promised to be there, and then- he'd failed. Again. And again. He wanted to reach out, but didn't want to hurt him, so he just... stayed where he was, hand shaking slightly and eyes full of guilt.]
What happened?
“Don’t blame yourself, Nickel. This was of my own doing. I was in a dark place. But now that you’re here….. I…. I can finally be happy again.”
*Trophy starts to cry happily.*
I promised I would be there...
[His voice was small and he sounded almost heartbroken, about to cry. If he had been there... oh, God, what had he missed? Why had he-?]
”I forgive you. You’re here now, and that’s all what matters to me.”
*Trophy was shaking, crying from his joy (and also the pain) of having Nickel back.*
[His mind swam with muffled half-memories of his dream, worry, and above all guilt. Dark Choco, Suitcase and- and now- but it wasn't his fault but he wasn't there and- why couldn't he why had he he had left his little brother--
He returned the hug with a held-back strength and a shaking arm, sobbing hard like he was a child. (Not loudly, though, she'd always been a quiet crier.)]
*Trophy’s smile fades, hugging Nickel with all the force this form would allow him.*
[He continued to sob into the hug, occasionally mumbling something that sounded almost like 'I'm so sorry'. He didn't have the mental strength right now to properly smother his own emotions, so the worry and care he had for Trophy at the front of his mind was glaringly obvious.]
”shhh…. I’m here. I’m here. And I’m okay. I’m okay. Please don’t cry…”
[The crying went on for a little while longer, but he calmed down the more time went on. He didn't- he didn't know what to say, but-]
*Trophy wiped the blood from his handles, listening to Nickel’s thoughts, thoughts that he had missed.*
[He didn't know what to say.]
...sorry for- crying all over you...
”it’s okay. I don’t mind.”
*Trophy cuddles his brother, shifting slightly to make him comfortable.*
...can you... tell me um... some stuff that happened? While I was gone? If you're- if you're up to it.
”I found out that we are the Ancients….. or well, reincarnations. Cheesy had an identity crisis.. and i almost went insane-“
[How much time had passed?
The world felt too realistic; too solid to just be memories, and yet everything he visited seemed too elaborate and yet not elaborate enough. He could explore towards the end of the earth, but he still felt... out of place.
Something felt wrong, but he couldn't put a finger on it.
He was Nickel. He was Dark Cacao. He was̵͈͎͊̊ Ǫ̵̪̓̀ẑ̴̛̼ z̵̷̨͔͚̪̣͆͌͆͆̍̔͌ͅ ̵̡̯͓̲̳̙͗̑ ̴̢͎̭̗͔̾͊̏̕ȳ̸̨͎͉̠̙̹̮͊̄͑ ̷̧̡̨̩̟̹̱̝̜̐̍ ̷̢͗́͛͌̄̄͌͌̄͘͝͝͠ ̴̡̹̥̙͈̞̬̒͋̓̓̅̉͌̈́͋ ̶̨̻͍̺͈̦̪̝͇̈̄͜y̴͙͙̑͂̇̚ẏ̸̢̨͙͓̜͔̩͉̭̖̣͓̪̑͊́̂̄͆̀̐̒͝͝y̴̢͖̻̖̣̬͇͔̰͎̬̘̾̾͛̂̓̓̅̒̇̕̕͜͝
He was himself. He knew that much. But everything was so... jumbled. The world, his mind. No, wait, the world was fine, but then some things just didn't make sense...
How did he not have a headache yet?
He'd probably just keep on walking.]
[Nickel lay on his bed, face oddly neutral. He hadn't moved in four months.]
*Trophy, even through all his pain, noticed the thoughts of Nickel. He immediately fucking TACKLED Nickel, hugging him, his eyes tearing up*
“Imissedyousomuchyoudumbassneverdothatagainimissedyouimissedyousomuch-“
[The motion was enough to jolt him awake. Oh. He'd been... asleep? The memories of the long dream were already somewhat fading. Muscle memory wanted him to attack back- but his movements were sluggish, and he couldn't manage to. Instead, he made a noise that was hard for him to describe and blinked blearily.]
...nnf. Trophy? Wh- what do you mean, I saw you last night, right?
*Trophy’s cup and arms was heavily scarred and chipped, and his Soul Jam was healing from a major crack.*
“Nickel, you were out for 4 months…..”
I-
[He took in the sight, hand going up into the air and then staying there, like he didn't know what to do. His eyes were wide.]
I. What? Trophy, you- you're-
“I-I’m what…?”
You're hurt, I-
[He should've been there. He'd promised to be there, and then- he'd failed. Again. And again. He wanted to reach out, but didn't want to hurt him, so he just... stayed where he was, hand shaking slightly and eyes full of guilt.]
What happened?
“Don’t blame yourself, Nickel. This was of my own doing. I was in a dark place. But now that you’re here….. I…. I can finally be happy again.”
*Trophy starts to cry happily.*
I promised I would be there...
[His voice was small and he sounded almost heartbroken, about to cry. If he had been there... oh, God, what had he missed? Why had he-?]
”I forgive you. You’re here now, and that’s all what matters to me.”
*Trophy was shaking, crying from his joy (and also the pain) of having Nickel back.*
[His mind swam with muffled half-memories of his dream, worry, and above all guilt. Dark Choco, Suitcase and- and now- but it wasn't his fault but he wasn't there and- why couldn't he why had he he had left his little brother--
He returned the hug with a held-back strength and a shaking arm, sobbing hard like he was a child. (Not loudly, though, she'd always been a quiet crier.)]
*Trophy’s smile fades, hugging Nickel with all the force this form would allow him.*
[He continued to sob into the hug, occasionally mumbling something that sounded almost like 'I'm so sorry'. He didn't have the mental strength right now to properly smother his own emotions, so the worry and care he had for Trophy at the front of his mind was glaringly obvious.]
”shhh…. I’m here. I’m here. And I’m okay. I’m okay. Please don’t cry…”
[The crying went on for a little while longer, but he calmed down the more time went on. He didn't- he didn't know what to say, but-]
*Trophy wiped the blood from his handles, listening to Nickel’s thoughts, thoughts that he had missed.*
[He didn't know what to say.]
...sorry for- crying all over you...
”it’s okay. I don’t mind.”
*Trophy cuddles his brother, shifting slightly to make him comfortable.*
[How much time had passed?
The world felt too realistic; too solid to just be memories, and yet everything he visited seemed too elaborate and yet not elaborate enough. He could explore towards the end of the earth, but he still felt... out of place.
Something felt wrong, but he couldn't put a finger on it.
He was Nickel. He was Dark Cacao. He was̵͈͎͊̊ Ǫ̵̪̓̀ẑ̴̛̼ z̵̷̨͔͚̪̣͆͌͆͆̍̔͌ͅ ̵̡̯͓̲̳̙͗̑ ̴̢͎̭̗͔̾͊̏̕ȳ̸̨͎͉̠̙̹̮͊̄͑ ̷̧̡̨̩̟̹̱̝̜̐̍ ̷̢͗́͛͌̄̄͌͌̄͘͝͝͠ ̴̡̹̥̙͈̞̬̒͋̓̓̅̉͌̈́͋ ̶̨̻͍̺͈̦̪̝͇̈̄͜y̴͙͙̑͂̇̚ẏ̸̢̨͙͓̜͔̩͉̭̖̣͓̪̑͊́̂̄͆̀̐̒͝͝y̴̢͖̻̖̣̬͇͔̰͎̬̘̾̾͛̂̓̓̅̒̇̕̕͜͝
He was himself. He knew that much. But everything was so... jumbled. The world, his mind. No, wait, the world was fine, but then some things just didn't make sense...
How did he not have a headache yet?
He'd probably just keep on walking.]
[Nickel lay on his bed, face oddly neutral. He hadn't moved in four months.]
*Trophy, even through all his pain, noticed the thoughts of Nickel. He immediately fucking TACKLED Nickel, hugging him, his eyes tearing up*
“Imissedyousomuchyoudumbassneverdothatagainimissedyouimissedyousomuch-“
[The motion was enough to jolt him awake. Oh. He'd been... asleep? The memories of the long dream were already somewhat fading. Muscle memory wanted him to attack back- but his movements were sluggish, and he couldn't manage to. Instead, he made a noise that was hard for him to describe and blinked blearily.]
...nnf. Trophy? Wh- what do you mean, I saw you last night, right?
*Trophy’s cup and arms was heavily scarred and chipped, and his Soul Jam was healing from a major crack.*
“Nickel, you were out for 4 months…..”
I-
[He took in the sight, hand going up into the air and then staying there, like he didn't know what to do. His eyes were wide.]
I. What? Trophy, you- you're-
“I-I’m what…?”
You're hurt, I-
[He should've been there. He'd promised to be there, and then- he'd failed. Again. And again. He wanted to reach out, but didn't want to hurt him, so he just... stayed where he was, hand shaking slightly and eyes full of guilt.]
What happened?
“Don’t blame yourself, Nickel. This was of my own doing. I was in a dark place. But now that you’re here….. I…. I can finally be happy again.”
*Trophy starts to cry happily.*
I promised I would be there...
[His voice was small and he sounded almost heartbroken, about to cry. If he had been there... oh, God, what had he missed? Why had he-?]
”I forgive you. You’re here now, and that’s all what matters to me.”
*Trophy was shaking, crying from his joy (and also the pain) of having Nickel back.*
[His mind swam with muffled half-memories of his dream, worry, and above all guilt. Dark Choco, Suitcase and- and now- but it wasn't his fault but he wasn't there and- why couldn't he why had he he had left his little brother--
He returned the hug with a held-back strength and a shaking arm, sobbing hard like he was a child. (Not loudly, though, she'd always been a quiet crier.)]
*Trophy’s smile fades, hugging Nickel with all the force this form would allow him.*
[He continued to sob into the hug, occasionally mumbling something that sounded almost like 'I'm so sorry'. He didn't have the mental strength right now to properly smother his own emotions, so the worry and care he had for Trophy at the front of his mind was glaringly obvious.]
”shhh…. I’m here. I’m here. And I’m okay. I’m okay. Please don’t cry…”
[The crying went on for a little while longer, but he calmed down the more time went on. He didn't- he didn't know what to say, but-]
*Trophy wiped the blood from his handles, listening to Nickel’s thoughts, thoughts that he had missed.*
[How much time had passed?
The world felt too realistic; too solid to just be memories, and yet everything he visited seemed too elaborate and yet not elaborate enough. He could explore towards the end of the earth, but he still felt... out of place.
Something felt wrong, but he couldn't put a finger on it.
He was Nickel. He was Dark Cacao. He was̵͈͎͊̊ Ǫ̵̪̓̀ẑ̴̛̼ z̵̷̨͔͚̪̣͆͌͆͆̍̔͌ͅ ̵̡̯͓̲̳̙͗̑ ̴̢͎̭̗͔̾͊̏̕ȳ̸̨͎͉̠̙̹̮͊̄͑ ̷̧̡̨̩̟̹̱̝̜̐̍ ̷̢͗́͛͌̄̄͌͌̄͘͝͝͠ ̴̡̹̥̙͈̞̬̒͋̓̓̅̉͌̈́͋ ̶̨̻͍̺͈̦̪̝͇̈̄͜y̴͙͙̑͂̇̚ẏ̸̢̨͙͓̜͔̩͉̭̖̣͓̪̑͊́̂̄͆̀̐̒͝͝y̴̢͖̻̖̣̬͇͔̰͎̬̘̾̾͛̂̓̓̅̒̇̕̕͜͝
He was himself. He knew that much. But everything was so... jumbled. The world, his mind. No, wait, the world was fine, but then some things just didn't make sense...
How did he not have a headache yet?
He'd probably just keep on walking.]
[Nickel lay on his bed, face oddly neutral. He hadn't moved in four months.]
*Trophy, even through all his pain, noticed the thoughts of Nickel. He immediately fucking TACKLED Nickel, hugging him, his eyes tearing up*
“Imissedyousomuchyoudumbassneverdothatagainimissedyouimissedyousomuch-“
[The motion was enough to jolt him awake. Oh. He'd been... asleep? The memories of the long dream were already somewhat fading. Muscle memory wanted him to attack back- but his movements were sluggish, and he couldn't manage to. Instead, he made a noise that was hard for him to describe and blinked blearily.]
...nnf. Trophy? Wh- what do you mean, I saw you last night, right?
*Trophy’s cup and arms was heavily scarred and chipped, and his Soul Jam was healing from a major crack.*
“Nickel, you were out for 4 months…..”
I-
[He took in the sight, hand going up into the air and then staying there, like he didn't know what to do. His eyes were wide.]
I. What? Trophy, you- you're-
“I-I’m what…?”
You're hurt, I-
[He should've been there. He'd promised to be there, and then- he'd failed. Again. And again. He wanted to reach out, but didn't want to hurt him, so he just... stayed where he was, hand shaking slightly and eyes full of guilt.]
What happened?
“Don’t blame yourself, Nickel. This was of my own doing. I was in a dark place. But now that you’re here….. I…. I can finally be happy again.”
*Trophy starts to cry happily.*
I promised I would be there...
[His voice was small and he sounded almost heartbroken, about to cry. If he had been there... oh, God, what had he missed? Why had he-?]
”I forgive you. You’re here now, and that’s all what matters to me.”
*Trophy was shaking, crying from his joy (and also the pain) of having Nickel back.*
[His mind swam with muffled half-memories of his dream, worry, and above all guilt. Dark Choco, Suitcase and- and now- but it wasn't his fault but he wasn't there and- why couldn't he why had he he had left his little brother--
He returned the hug with a held-back strength and a shaking arm, sobbing hard like he was a child. (Not loudly, though, she'd always been a quiet crier.)]
*Trophy’s smile fades, hugging Nickel with all the force this form would allow him.*
[He continued to sob into the hug, occasionally mumbling something that sounded almost like 'I'm so sorry'. He didn't have the mental strength right now to properly smother his own emotions, so the worry and care he had for Trophy at the front of his mind was glaringly obvious.]
”shhh…. I’m here. I’m here. And I’m okay. I’m okay. Please don’t cry…”
[How much time had passed?
The world felt too realistic; too solid to just be memories, and yet everything he visited seemed too elaborate and yet not elaborate enough. He could explore towards the end of the earth, but he still felt... out of place.
Something felt wrong, but he couldn't put a finger on it.
He was Nickel. He was Dark Cacao. He was̵͈͎͊̊ Ǫ̵̪̓̀ẑ̴̛̼ z̵̷̨͔͚̪̣͆͌͆͆̍̔͌ͅ ̵̡̯͓̲̳̙͗̑ ̴̢͎̭̗͔̾͊̏̕ȳ̸̨͎͉̠̙̹̮͊̄͑ ̷̧̡̨̩̟̹̱̝̜̐̍ ̷̢͗́͛͌̄̄͌͌̄͘͝͝͠ ̴̡̹̥̙͈̞̬̒͋̓̓̅̉͌̈́͋ ̶̨̻͍̺͈̦̪̝͇̈̄͜y̴͙͙̑͂̇̚ẏ̸̢̨͙͓̜͔̩͉̭̖̣͓̪̑͊́̂̄͆̀̐̒͝͝y̴̢͖̻̖̣̬͇͔̰͎̬̘̾̾͛̂̓̓̅̒̇̕̕͜͝
He was himself. He knew that much. But everything was so... jumbled. The world, his mind. No, wait, the world was fine, but then some things just didn't make sense...
How did he not have a headache yet?
He'd probably just keep on walking.]
[Nickel lay on his bed, face oddly neutral. He hadn't moved in four months.]
*Trophy, even through all his pain, noticed the thoughts of Nickel. He immediately fucking TACKLED Nickel, hugging him, his eyes tearing up*
“Imissedyousomuchyoudumbassneverdothatagainimissedyouimissedyousomuch-“
[The motion was enough to jolt him awake. Oh. He'd been... asleep? The memories of the long dream were already somewhat fading. Muscle memory wanted him to attack back- but his movements were sluggish, and he couldn't manage to. Instead, he made a noise that was hard for him to describe and blinked blearily.]
...nnf. Trophy? Wh- what do you mean, I saw you last night, right?
*Trophy’s cup and arms was heavily scarred and chipped, and his Soul Jam was healing from a major crack.*
“Nickel, you were out for 4 months…..”
I-
[He took in the sight, hand going up into the air and then staying there, like he didn't know what to do. His eyes were wide.]
I. What? Trophy, you- you're-
“I-I’m what…?”
You're hurt, I-
[He should've been there. He'd promised to be there, and then- he'd failed. Again. And again. He wanted to reach out, but didn't want to hurt him, so he just... stayed where he was, hand shaking slightly and eyes full of guilt.]
What happened?
“Don’t blame yourself, Nickel. This was of my own doing. I was in a dark place. But now that you’re here….. I…. I can finally be happy again.”
*Trophy starts to cry happily.*
I promised I would be there...
[His voice was small and he sounded almost heartbroken, about to cry. If he had been there... oh, God, what had he missed? Why had he-?]
”I forgive you. You’re here now, and that’s all what matters to me.”
*Trophy was shaking, crying from his joy (and also the pain) of having Nickel back.*
[His mind swam with muffled half-memories of his dream, worry, and above all guilt. Dark Choco, Suitcase and- and now- but it wasn't his fault but he wasn't there and- why couldn't he why had he he had left his little brother--
He returned the hug with a held-back strength and a shaking arm, sobbing hard like he was a child. (Not loudly, though, she'd always been a quiet crier.)]
*Trophy’s smile fades, hugging Nickel with all the force this form would allow him.*

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[How much time had passed?
The world felt too realistic; too solid to just be memories, and yet everything he visited seemed too elaborate and yet not elaborate enough. He could explore towards the end of the earth, but he still felt... out of place.
Something felt wrong, but he couldn't put a finger on it.
He was Nickel. He was Dark Cacao. He was̵͈͎͊̊ Ǫ̵̪̓̀ẑ̴̛̼ z̵̷̨͔͚̪̣͆͌͆͆̍̔͌ͅ ̵̡̯͓̲̳̙͗̑ ̴̢͎̭̗͔̾͊̏̕ȳ̸̨͎͉̠̙̹̮͊̄͑ ̷̧̡̨̩̟̹̱̝̜̐̍ ̷̢͗́͛͌̄̄͌͌̄͘͝͝͠ ̴̡̹̥̙͈̞̬̒͋̓̓̅̉͌̈́͋ ̶̨̻͍̺͈̦̪̝͇̈̄͜y̴͙͙̑͂̇̚ẏ̸̢̨͙͓̜͔̩͉̭̖̣͓̪̑͊́̂̄͆̀̐̒͝͝y̴̢͖̻̖̣̬͇͔̰͎̬̘̾̾͛̂̓̓̅̒̇̕̕͜͝
He was himself. He knew that much. But everything was so... jumbled. The world, his mind. No, wait, the world was fine, but then some things just didn't make sense...
How did he not have a headache yet?
He'd probably just keep on walking.]
[Nickel lay on his bed, face oddly neutral. He hadn't moved in four months.]
*Trophy, even through all his pain, noticed the thoughts of Nickel. He immediately fucking TACKLED Nickel, hugging him, his eyes tearing up*
“Imissedyousomuchyoudumbassneverdothatagainimissedyouimissedyousomuch-“
[The motion was enough to jolt him awake. Oh. He'd been... asleep? The memories of the long dream were already somewhat fading. Muscle memory wanted him to attack back- but his movements were sluggish, and he couldn't manage to. Instead, he made a noise that was hard for him to describe and blinked blearily.]
...nnf. Trophy? Wh- what do you mean, I saw you last night, right?
*Trophy’s cup and arms was heavily scarred and chipped, and his Soul Jam was healing from a major crack.*
“Nickel, you were out for 4 months…..”
I-
[He took in the sight, hand going up into the air and then staying there, like he didn't know what to do. His eyes were wide.]
I. What? Trophy, you- you're-
“I-I’m what…?”
You're hurt, I-
[He should've been there. He'd promised to be there, and then- he'd failed. Again. And again. He wanted to reach out, but didn't want to hurt him, so he just... stayed where he was, hand shaking slightly and eyes full of guilt.]
What happened?
“Don’t blame yourself, Nickel. This was of my own doing. I was in a dark place. But now that you’re here….. I…. I can finally be happy again.”
*Trophy starts to cry happily.*
I promised I would be there...
[His voice was small and he sounded almost heartbroken, about to cry. If he had been there... oh, God, what had he missed? Why had he-?]
”I forgive you. You’re here now, and that’s all what matters to me.”
*Trophy was shaking, crying from his joy (and also the pain) of having Nickel back.*
[How much time had passed?
The world felt too realistic; too solid to just be memories, and yet everything he visited seemed too elaborate and yet not elaborate enough. He could explore towards the end of the earth, but he still felt... out of place.
Something felt wrong, but he couldn't put a finger on it.
He was Nickel. He was Dark Cacao. He was̵͈͎͊̊ Ǫ̵̪̓̀ẑ̴̛̼ z̵̷̨͔͚̪̣͆͌͆͆̍̔͌ͅ ̵̡̯͓̲̳̙͗̑ ̴̢͎̭̗͔̾͊̏̕ȳ̸̨͎͉̠̙̹̮͊̄͑ ̷̧̡̨̩̟̹̱̝̜̐̍ ̷̢͗́͛͌̄̄͌͌̄͘͝͝͠ ̴̡̹̥̙͈̞̬̒͋̓̓̅̉͌̈́͋ ̶̨̻͍̺͈̦̪̝͇̈̄͜y̴͙͙̑͂̇̚ẏ̸̢̨͙͓̜͔̩͉̭̖̣͓̪̑͊́̂̄͆̀̐̒͝͝y̴̢͖̻̖̣̬͇͔̰͎̬̘̾̾͛̂̓̓̅̒̇̕̕͜͝
He was himself. He knew that much. But everything was so... jumbled. The world, his mind. No, wait, the world was fine, but then some things just didn't make sense...
How did he not have a headache yet?
He'd probably just keep on walking.]
[Nickel lay on his bed, face oddly neutral. He hadn't moved in four months.]
*Trophy, even through all his pain, noticed the thoughts of Nickel. He immediately fucking TACKLED Nickel, hugging him, his eyes tearing up*
“Imissedyousomuchyoudumbassneverdothatagainimissedyouimissedyousomuch-“
[The motion was enough to jolt him awake. Oh. He'd been... asleep? The memories of the long dream were already somewhat fading. Muscle memory wanted him to attack back- but his movements were sluggish, and he couldn't manage to. Instead, he made a noise that was hard for him to describe and blinked blearily.]
...nnf. Trophy? Wh- what do you mean, I saw you last night, right?
*Trophy’s cup and arms was heavily scarred and chipped, and his Soul Jam was healing from a major crack.*
“Nickel, you were out for 4 months…..”
I-
[He took in the sight, hand going up into the air and then staying there, like he didn't know what to do. His eyes were wide.]
I. What? Trophy, you- you're-
“I-I’m what…?”
You're hurt, I-
[He should've been there. He'd promised to be there, and then- he'd failed. Again. And again. He wanted to reach out, but didn't want to hurt him, so he just... stayed where he was, hand shaking slightly and eyes full of guilt.]
What happened?
“Don’t blame yourself, Nickel. This was of my own doing. I was in a dark place. But now that you’re here….. I…. I can finally be happy again.”
*Trophy starts to cry happily.*
[How much time had passed?
The world felt too realistic; too solid to just be memories, and yet everything he visited seemed too elaborate and yet not elaborate enough. He could explore towards the end of the earth, but he still felt... out of place.
Something felt wrong, but he couldn't put a finger on it.
He was Nickel. He was Dark Cacao. He was̵͈͎͊̊ Ǫ̵̪̓̀ẑ̴̛̼ z̵̷̨͔͚̪̣͆͌͆͆̍̔͌ͅ ̵̡̯͓̲̳̙͗̑ ̴̢͎̭̗͔̾͊̏̕ȳ̸̨͎͉̠̙̹̮͊̄͑ ̷̧̡̨̩̟̹̱̝̜̐̍ ̷̢͗́͛͌̄̄͌͌̄͘͝͝͠ ̴̡̹̥̙͈̞̬̒͋̓̓̅̉͌̈́͋ ̶̨̻͍̺͈̦̪̝͇̈̄͜y̴͙͙̑͂̇̚ẏ̸̢̨͙͓̜͔̩͉̭̖̣͓̪̑͊́̂̄͆̀̐̒͝͝y̴̢͖̻̖̣̬͇͔̰͎̬̘̾̾͛̂̓̓̅̒̇̕̕͜͝
He was himself. He knew that much. But everything was so... jumbled. The world, his mind. No, wait, the world was fine, but then some things just didn't make sense...
How did he not have a headache yet?
He'd probably just keep on walking.]
[Nickel lay on his bed, face oddly neutral. He hadn't moved in four months.]
*Trophy, even through all his pain, noticed the thoughts of Nickel. He immediately fucking TACKLED Nickel, hugging him, his eyes tearing up*
“Imissedyousomuchyoudumbassneverdothatagainimissedyouimissedyousomuch-“
[The motion was enough to jolt him awake. Oh. He'd been... asleep? The memories of the long dream were already somewhat fading. Muscle memory wanted him to attack back- but his movements were sluggish, and he couldn't manage to. Instead, he made a noise that was hard for him to describe and blinked blearily.]
...nnf. Trophy? Wh- what do you mean, I saw you last night, right?
*Trophy’s cup and arms was heavily scarred and chipped, and his Soul Jam was healing from a major crack.*
“Nickel, you were out for 4 months…..”
I-
[He took in the sight, hand going up into the air and then staying there, like he didn't know what to do. His eyes were wide.]
I. What? Trophy, you- you're-
“I-I’m what…?”
[How much time had passed?
The world felt too realistic; too solid to just be memories, and yet everything he visited seemed too elaborate and yet not elaborate enough. He could explore towards the end of the earth, but he still felt... out of place.
Something felt wrong, but he couldn't put a finger on it.
He was Nickel. He was Dark Cacao. He was̵͈͎͊̊ Ǫ̵̪̓̀ẑ̴̛̼ z̵̷̨͔͚̪̣͆͌͆͆̍̔͌ͅ ̵̡̯͓̲̳̙͗̑ ̴̢͎̭̗͔̾͊̏̕ȳ̸̨͎͉̠̙̹̮͊̄͑ ̷̧̡̨̩̟̹̱̝̜̐̍ ̷̢͗́͛͌̄̄͌͌̄͘͝͝͠ ̴̡̹̥̙͈̞̬̒͋̓̓̅̉͌̈́͋ ̶̨̻͍̺͈̦̪̝͇̈̄͜y̴͙͙̑͂̇̚ẏ̸̢̨͙͓̜͔̩͉̭̖̣͓̪̑͊́̂̄͆̀̐̒͝͝y̴̢͖̻̖̣̬͇͔̰͎̬̘̾̾͛̂̓̓̅̒̇̕̕͜͝
He was himself. He knew that much. But everything was so... jumbled. The world, his mind. No, wait, the world was fine, but then some things just didn't make sense...
How did he not have a headache yet?
He'd probably just keep on walking.]
[Nickel lay on his bed, face oddly neutral. He hadn't moved in four months.]
*Trophy, even through all his pain, noticed the thoughts of Nickel. He immediately fucking TACKLED Nickel, hugging him, his eyes tearing up*
“Imissedyousomuchyoudumbassneverdothatagainimissedyouimissedyousomuch-“
[The motion was enough to jolt him awake. Oh. He'd been... asleep? The memories of the long dream were already somewhat fading. Muscle memory wanted him to attack back- but his movements were sluggish, and he couldn't manage to. Instead, he made a noise that was hard for him to describe and blinked blearily.]
...nnf. Trophy? Wh- what do you mean, I saw you last night, right?
*Trophy’s cup and arms was heavily scarred and chipped, and his Soul Jam was healing from a major crack.*
“Nickel, you were out for 4 months…..”
*A thump could be heard. ...Bow crashed into the window, muffled exclamations of pain being heard from outside.*
-@itz-bow-xd
*Trophy groans and opens the window. He looked more tired than usual, and his cup was heavily chipped.*
Heyyy, bestie...!
*Bow nervously chuckled, hopping through the window and landing on the floor. Various questions were occupying her brain, tangling together messily like vines, and she was hoping for the 'OK' to ask them.*
*Trophy winces in pain from the many thoughts of Bow’s mind.*
“ack- YES- FINE! go ahead.”
*Bow flinches at his tone, her glassy eyes widening. She freezes.
For a brief moment, her mind freezes as well. The garden's gates closed and she was left outside.
...
She enters it once more, fumbling for the key to unlock the gates of her brain. She rips one of the questions from the mess of vines to ask out loud.*
Sooo... uhh.. what do you think of Pure Vanilla-? Like, you personally, what's your opinion on him..?
*Trophy shook his head. Her thoughts were stabbing into his, so hard it was hurting him, like microphone feedback.*
“I DONT CARE ABOUT HIM! He’s dead, and he always will be dead! It doesn’t matter if I’m his reincarnation, he is NOT MY PROBLEM!”
*Kicked out of the garden once more.
...
You're fine.
It's okay.
He won't hurt you.
And with that thought of self-reassurance, Bow's mind felt a bit sunnier.
Actually, much sunnier. Her mind was like a desert.
Still dry, and frankly, a bit intimidating to her, but hey, it's much less cluttered and the sun's nice!
She regains her composure, a soft grin painting her face*
OMG, yeah, I totally feel the same wayyy! But, like, nooo... specific feelings towards him? Nothing-?
“no. I don’t.”
*Trophy had completely turned around. His tone was bitter and cold.*
*Bow hummed in thought, her foot tapping against the floor quietly.*
Hmm. Sooo, uhhh, tell me, is it.. weird that I feel kindaaa.. strongly? About Golden Cheese?
“No, we have our own opinions.”
*Trophy walked away from her, leaning against the wall.*
Oh, okay. In that case, I really, really don't her!
*She shrugged nonchalantly.*
“Okay.”
*Trophy walks away. His mind was burning, and he wanted it to stop. He wanted to just push Bow away and tell her to shut the fuck up. But he didn’t want to enrage her mind.*
*Unknowing to Trophy's frustration, she continues.*
It's just, like, all of the decisions she made were really dumb? And she was kinda annoying??
”yeah. Sure. Okay.”
*Trophy continues to walk away, annoyed and in pain.*
*Bow continues to rant, completely oblivious to Trophy's growing irritation.*
*Trophy felt the knife’s in his brain stab, and he gripped his handles. So hard….*
*She's still yapping. The yapperrrrrrr*
*Trophy snaps.*
“PLEASE. GO AWAY. YOU’RE WAY TOO FUCKING LOUD! Please. It hurts so fuckin much!”
*Bow pauses, her gaze unfocusing. After a minute or so, she sighs.*
..Sure. Whatever, I'll leave, shit..
But, like, you know that.. all of this is really bad for you, right??
*Trophy narrows his eyes.*
“I don’t give two shits!. Please. I’m not the only person around here! Just forget about me! Talk to Dice! Talk to Cheesy! Just please. Don’t come my way.”
That's the problem!! You're trying to isolate yourself! That's what's making it worse, Trophy!!
I'm sorry my thoughts are.. too loud or- or whatever?? But you've been trying to avoid contact as much as possible lately, and that isn't good for you at all!!
I'm trying so hard to pull you out of the ditch you've been digging for yourself by trying to talk to you regularly, but you're making it so fucking hard!! Being alone won't help you, Trophy!
*She clenches her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms.*
*He had gotten a little dizzy from the pain, using the wall for support.*
*He wiped a little ‘blood’ from his mouth, another result from the pain.*
“Bow. It would help me more than you think.”
*Bow narrowed her eyes, noticing the blood. Her tone softened, but she still chastised him.*
I know your powers are, like... overwhelming sometimes, and I get that it's good to be alone sometimes but not all the time.
*She let out a bitter laugh, clutching the right side of her face in resentment, fingers covering her scarred face.*
Just look at what isolation did to me, Trophy! Do you WANT to end up like ME!?
“Overwhelming is a damn understatement. It’s not to the point of just burnout anymore. It’s hurting me. Your every thought hurts me. Mentally and physically. The only thing I can do now is isolate!”
Trophy, look, I know you hate being around me. I get that.
But I don't even see you talk to other people, so I'm just trying to give you some sort of interaction so you won't go insane!!
I know how much it sucks to deal with me, but I'm worried about you!!
”goddamnit, Bow. You don’t understand! It’s not you, yourself! It’s my powers! I would react the same if you were Cheesy! If you were Dice!”
“e-even if Nickel..”
“AUGH. SHUT UP!”
*Bow flinches slightly.*
....
..Okay, good point.
*She taps her foot against the ground, brainstorming.*
Uhm.. do you know if this was a problem Pure Vanilla had...? The- the whole.. overwhelmed by mind reading thing-?
”the wiki doesn’t say shit! I’m left in the dark! Alone because of these stupid fucking powers! God DAMN! I want to RIP this thing out my chest. If my heart goes with it, so be it. I’ll tear up the world just to get this damn thing off me.”
*Bow gazes up at Trophy, understanding how he feels entirely. She crosses her arms, feeling calmer despite Trophy's increasing irritation.*
Maybe there.. is a way to get it off? I mean, like, I'm just spitballing here, but if the soul jams could be removed from the cookies, there's gotta be some way they can be, like, removed from us, right-?
”Bow, if a CHISEL didn’t work, I think these things are superglued onto us.”
*his voice cracked at ‘chisel’. Lil bro has a puberty voice. Damn Pure Vanilla voice*
...R-right, yeah, I meant like.. uh...
Oh!!
What about the beasts? We've seen Shadow Milk before, right? I know this kinda goes against, like, everything the ancients were trying to do, but, like, what if we could get the beasts to.. take... our soul jams...?
*Her voice falters at the end, losing confidence in the idea as she elaborates further. She cringes internally.*
”I’d rather die than give this thing to that Bill Cypher looking blue ass bitch”
Honestly, like, same. But what other options are there?
...
Seriously, I'm open to ideas.
*grabs scissors*
*She gently tugs his arm.*
Mayyybe an option without sharp objects...?
*Trophy would perk up, and drop the scissors, running elsewhere.*
(leading to Nickel’s post)

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[How much time had passed?
The world felt too realistic; too solid to just be memories, and yet everything he visited seemed too elaborate and yet not elaborate enough. He could explore towards the end of the earth, but he still felt... out of place.
Something felt wrong, but he couldn't put a finger on it.
He was Nickel. He was Dark Cacao. He was̵͈͎͊̊ Ǫ̵̪̓̀ẑ̴̛̼ z̵̷̨͔͚̪̣͆͌͆͆̍̔͌ͅ ̵̡̯͓̲̳̙͗̑ ̴̢͎̭̗͔̾͊̏̕ȳ̸̨͎͉̠̙̹̮͊̄͑ ̷̧̡̨̩̟̹̱̝̜̐̍ ̷̢͗́͛͌̄̄͌͌̄͘͝͝͠ ̴̡̹̥̙͈̞̬̒͋̓̓̅̉͌̈́͋ ̶̨̻͍̺͈̦̪̝͇̈̄͜y̴͙͙̑͂̇̚ẏ̸̢̨͙͓̜͔̩͉̭̖̣͓̪̑͊́̂̄͆̀̐̒͝͝y̴̢͖̻̖̣̬͇͔̰͎̬̘̾̾͛̂̓̓̅̒̇̕̕͜͝
He was himself. He knew that much. But everything was so... jumbled. The world, his mind. No, wait, the world was fine, but then some things just didn't make sense...
How did he not have a headache yet?
He'd probably just keep on walking.]
[Nickel lay on his bed, face oddly neutral. He hadn't moved in four months.]
*Trophy, even through all his pain, noticed the thoughts of Nickel. He immediately fucking TACKLED Nickel, hugging him, his eyes tearing up*
“Imissedyousomuchyoudumbassneverdothatagainimissedyouimissedyousomuch-“
*A thump could be heard. ...Bow crashed into the window, muffled exclamations of pain being heard from outside.*
-@itz-bow-xd
*Trophy groans and opens the window. He looked more tired than usual, and his cup was heavily chipped.*
Heyyy, bestie...!
*Bow nervously chuckled, hopping through the window and landing on the floor. Various questions were occupying her brain, tangling together messily like vines, and she was hoping for the 'OK' to ask them.*
*Trophy winces in pain from the many thoughts of Bow’s mind.*
“ack- YES- FINE! go ahead.”
*Bow flinches at his tone, her glassy eyes widening. She freezes.
For a brief moment, her mind freezes as well. The garden's gates closed and she was left outside.
...
She enters it once more, fumbling for the key to unlock the gates of her brain. She rips one of the questions from the mess of vines to ask out loud.*
Sooo... uhh.. what do you think of Pure Vanilla-? Like, you personally, what's your opinion on him..?
*Trophy shook his head. Her thoughts were stabbing into his, so hard it was hurting him, like microphone feedback.*
“I DONT CARE ABOUT HIM! He’s dead, and he always will be dead! It doesn’t matter if I’m his reincarnation, he is NOT MY PROBLEM!”
*Kicked out of the garden once more.
...
You're fine.
It's okay.
He won't hurt you.
And with that thought of self-reassurance, Bow's mind felt a bit sunnier.
Actually, much sunnier. Her mind was like a desert.
Still dry, and frankly, a bit intimidating to her, but hey, it's much less cluttered and the sun's nice!
She regains her composure, a soft grin painting her face*
OMG, yeah, I totally feel the same wayyy! But, like, nooo... specific feelings towards him? Nothing-?
“no. I don’t.”
*Trophy had completely turned around. His tone was bitter and cold.*
*Bow hummed in thought, her foot tapping against the floor quietly.*
Hmm. Sooo, uhhh, tell me, is it.. weird that I feel kindaaa.. strongly? About Golden Cheese?
“No, we have our own opinions.”
*Trophy walked away from her, leaning against the wall.*
Oh, okay. In that case, I really, really don't her!
*She shrugged nonchalantly.*
“Okay.”
*Trophy walks away. His mind was burning, and he wanted it to stop. He wanted to just push Bow away and tell her to shut the fuck up. But he didn’t want to enrage her mind.*
*Unknowing to Trophy's frustration, she continues.*
It's just, like, all of the decisions she made were really dumb? And she was kinda annoying??
”yeah. Sure. Okay.”
*Trophy continues to walk away, annoyed and in pain.*
*Bow continues to rant, completely oblivious to Trophy's growing irritation.*
*Trophy felt the knife’s in his brain stab, and he gripped his handles. So hard….*
*She's still yapping. The yapperrrrrrr*
*Trophy snaps.*
“PLEASE. GO AWAY. YOU’RE WAY TOO FUCKING LOUD! Please. It hurts so fuckin much!”
*Bow pauses, her gaze unfocusing. After a minute or so, she sighs.*
..Sure. Whatever, I'll leave, shit..
But, like, you know that.. all of this is really bad for you, right??
*Trophy narrows his eyes.*
“I don’t give two shits!. Please. I’m not the only person around here! Just forget about me! Talk to Dice! Talk to Cheesy! Just please. Don’t come my way.”
That's the problem!! You're trying to isolate yourself! That's what's making it worse, Trophy!!
I'm sorry my thoughts are.. too loud or- or whatever?? But you've been trying to avoid contact as much as possible lately, and that isn't good for you at all!!
I'm trying so hard to pull you out of the ditch you've been digging for yourself by trying to talk to you regularly, but you're making it so fucking hard!! Being alone won't help you, Trophy!
*She clenches her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms.*
*He had gotten a little dizzy from the pain, using the wall for support.*
*He wiped a little ‘blood’ from his mouth, another result from the pain.*
“Bow. It would help me more than you think.”
*Bow narrowed her eyes, noticing the blood. Her tone softened, but she still chastised him.*
I know your powers are, like... overwhelming sometimes, and I get that it's good to be alone sometimes but not all the time.
*She let out a bitter laugh, clutching the right side of her face in resentment, fingers covering her scarred face.*
Just look at what isolation did to me, Trophy! Do you WANT to end up like ME!?
“Overwhelming is a damn understatement. It’s not to the point of just burnout anymore. It’s hurting me. Your every thought hurts me. Mentally and physically. The only thing I can do now is isolate!”
Trophy, look, I know you hate being around me. I get that.
But I don't even see you talk to other people, so I'm just trying to give you some sort of interaction so you won't go insane!!
I know how much it sucks to deal with me, but I'm worried about you!!
”goddamnit, Bow. You don’t understand! It’s not you, yourself! It’s my powers! I would react the same if you were Cheesy! If you were Dice!”
“e-even if Nickel..”
“AUGH. SHUT UP!”
*Bow flinches slightly.*
....
..Okay, good point.
*She taps her foot against the ground, brainstorming.*
Uhm.. do you know if this was a problem Pure Vanilla had...? The- the whole.. overwhelmed by mind reading thing-?
”the wiki doesn’t say shit! I’m left in the dark! Alone because of these stupid fucking powers! God DAMN! I want to RIP this thing out my chest. If my heart goes with it, so be it. I’ll tear up the world just to get this damn thing off me.”
*Bow gazes up at Trophy, understanding how he feels entirely. She crosses her arms, feeling calmer despite Trophy's increasing irritation.*
Maybe there.. is a way to get it off? I mean, like, I'm just spitballing here, but if the soul jams could be removed from the cookies, there's gotta be some way they can be, like, removed from us, right-?
”Bow, if a CHISEL didn’t work, I think these things are superglued onto us.”
*his voice cracked at ‘chisel’. Lil bro has a puberty voice. Damn Pure Vanilla voice*
...R-right, yeah, I meant like.. uh...
Oh!!
What about the beasts? We've seen Shadow Milk before, right? I know this kinda goes against, like, everything the ancients were trying to do, but, like, what if we could get the beasts to.. take... our soul jams...?
*Her voice falters at the end, losing confidence in the idea as she elaborates further. She cringes internally.*
”I’d rather die than give this thing to that Bill Cypher looking blue ass bitch”
Honestly, like, same. But what other options are there?
...
Seriously, I'm open to ideas.
*grabs scissors*