[Removed]_Scrybe.chr

The room was as quiet as it usually was. Sometimes Removed could hear someone sobbing. Sobbing occasionally broke into laughter. It was so cold and unusual here. 

Hello! I just wanted to ask if Leshy turned Removed into a card, what would they look like?

A card from a friend’s game...

Belwyn gasps a little as that hand reaches forward to wipe his tears away. The gesture is so intimate that it shocks him, and he lets out an embarrassed giggle in spite of himself. "W-wait-- it's okay, you don't have to--" He takes the offered handkerchief and dabs his eyes before blowing his nose. "I-I'm sorry." He must look a mess right now. He folds the used handkerchief into his other pocket. "I-I didn't meant to make a scene on the very first day we met......I-- I promise I'll bring this back to you cleaned." He remains there, in the Scrybe's embrace, for what seems like both an eternity and all too short. When Removed finally draws back, Belwyn feels cold. And yet he feels a little strengthened. He smiles gratefully as the tea and snacks are replaced. As usual, everything looks, and probably is, delicious. "....when you get out.......please come visit me, okay?" He smiles, tear-streaked though he is. "O-oh, right...." Belwyn begins his turn.

"I'd like to see you again." The words are simple, but the effect they have on Belwyn is...indescribable. Removed reaches out again, this time with a hand, and begins to pat the top of his head once more. He finds himself leaning into it, just like last time, and his entire body begins to quiver. Tears well in his eyes, and threaten to spill out as the Scrybe places his butterfly card on the desk again. A few do leak out as that large hand suddenly slams down on it, shattering it, and a small scream of shock escapes him, only to be replaced by a soft, wet gasp as a beautiful, red-winged creature is left in the shadow's place. Belwyn looks at Removed's offered hand. Trying not to sob out loud, he takes it with his own shaking one, hoping he isn't gripping it too tightly. He doesn't trust himself to speak for a few moments. When he finally does, he almost blubbers out, "Th-that's...........the kindest thing anyone has ever said to me." He sniffles. Something inside of him is growing. "I-I want to get you out of this room, Removed."

Belwyn still feels leaden fear heavy in his stomach, but even through that, he can't help but ache in sympathy for the Scrybe's loneliness. He himself is lonely, but to not even be able to leave a room for an immeasurable amount of time, despite the fact that he was made to play with others... He silently watches as Removed puts the glitch card on the table and displays it. Something about it is so familiar. Belwyn shakes his head, trying to clear it of those thoughts, and finds that task easier when a tendril suddenly snakes out to pat the top of his head. He feels almost embarrassed at how instantaneously he leans into the touch despite his terror. The tendril withdraws and Removed explains. He seems to be saying that Scrybes (and perhaps even others) are able to.......gain control of the world around them by taking advantage of the I̶͚̓̽́͗̽̉͋͌͒͌͊͒̿̈́͆̊T̵̢̡̝̟̬͉͉̍̾̽̐͗͊̉̿̚'̷̢́̍͑̉̃͒͂̉͋S̸̡̢̫̺̪͕͍̐̓̏̓̋́̚ͅM̵̨͕̰͙͖͇̞͇̻͕͕̟̹̱̏̂̔͘͜Ë̶̖͎͚̯̳͔̗̝̬̠̠̰̖́̔̽̒̈̐̅̆̿̐̍̂̎̚͜͠ͅ. However, at the last thing the shadowy Scrybe says, all other questions leave Belwyn's mind entirely. There it is. The blunt truth. This cannot be sugarcoated at this point. A heavy silence passes between them. Belwyn quivers, finding his breath coming in shallow pants. He needs to be calm. He needs to be calm. He needs to be calm. Finally, he asks quietly, "...do you not want to see me anymore?"