Fuckmy stupid Twophone LYFEUHHH

But I know we’ll meet again some sunny dayyy!

i’m bored again but that’s nothing new. i’ve counted the freckles on your face (51), and the splotches on the wall (178,320, in the six foot section of the world i can see in from of me before it reds out), and my eyes aren’t good enough to count the hairs on your head.

take her ass to the timeloop

i lose myself in a fantasy for a moment, listening to the distant sound of someone talking; words, back when this was all new. memories of other voices are distant and half-imagined. i know academically other people can talk because you told me about yourself once, and the person i can’t see told me about the accident

take his ass to the timeloop

there’s things i used to think about that i don’t think about anymore because there’s no point. you know all this anyways, i’ve told you so many times, but. the man who is standing to my right, who i can’t see.

take his ass to the timeloop

i wonder about him sometimes, even now. i know, i know, there’s no point, there’s no point, but i wonder what runs through his mind. is he the lucky one?

take her ass to the timeloop

did you know did you know did you know know know that light isn’t the fastest thing in the universe? everything without mass goes that fast, lights just what we see. i was told that at some point, and i don’t remember anymore why or when. but the fact stuck in my head, little scrap of glass, pearl to my brain oyster to you right now.

what do you mean accident?

i’m sorry i’m having trouble staying lucid right now. i’m having a bad timeloop. if i’m totally honest i’ve been having a bad time of it for a while now.

what do you mean accident?

i want to pretend for a while, and i do, and i think about a memory or a fantasy or whatever about you and me and the man to my right at a beach with tall trees and rocky sand and water and the box that made all this possible and its fun! to think, to remember a place that’s different. i’m so glad you’re here with me.

take his ass to the timeloop

seagull screaming interspersed with the words that frame the world, maybe hotdogs, other people? and we’d sit there on the rocks and it’d be too too cold but we’d tough it out. i’m very tough. you remember right?

i’ll be sure to Remember that

there’s nothing to do but count and pretend and remember and you, but that’s okay. we have forever, so i can pretend a lot. being someone other than who i am, you’re someone other than who you are. you’re already two things, him and her, and that’s so interesting to me.

take her ass to the timeloop

lets pretend that– no no that’s boring. i’ll go back to counting counting counting. I’ll try and count the hairs on your head again, even if my eyes aren’t good enough. the effort’s worthwhile, and your hair is so pretty-handsome-pretty anyways.

take his ass to the——–

i’ve pretended to be different people before. maybe i’m pretending to be someone else now; it’s hard to remember. if it was important, would i have forgotten? we have enough time to figure it out though.

take — — to the timeloop

i’m taking a break from counting your hairs, or pretending to count your hairs, or pretending pretending pretending– and thinking about who i want to be next time. maybe i’ll count the spots on the wall and the freckles on your face and the shell casings on the ground again.

take — — – — timeloop

text:

paintbrush: „why are you trying to get rid of him? how would you feel? if someone did that to you?”

:(

closeups vers:

"Oh yeah, if you backtrack after getting the new character and force her to use her ice magic to freeze all of the enemies then everything changes to be more dark and spooky and you get the option to put the annoying character in a coma. If you do it then you get locked out of the normal second half of the area and the secret boss puts puppet heads everywhere"