#axien

- @meangreengamblingmachine

[The corridors of the Fixerup Newspaper Factory are rather cold. A sort of peanut butter colour for the walls and floor and ceiling, with a pillar at each corner turn.]

[For a brief moment, there's something standing halfway behind one of those pillars, tall enough to touch the ceiling with its head. Something like a Pippins, but moreso something with a Pippins's skin stretched over it, almost breaking because of how big it is. The eyes are far too long, a grin far too wide with no teeth, arms drooped, eyes staring, hyperventilating. A word in the air reads "what" for a moment-]

[Before everything is normal again!!!! Perfectly normal! Anything you saw wasn't real, there's gases in the air sometimes! It's just a pippins standing there god-knows-where in the factory, probably on her daily rounds of deliveries! Red as can be! Although... Doesn't her skin seem a little... Stretched?]

Whuh- who, me???? You're talking to me???????

Bye. I can't write you Axien. You ignore she/her. You're a "P̷̜̚ï̷̼p̴̭̀p̸͔̌i̶̻͐n̷̙͠s̷̟͛" lazing out Newspaper Void. Smell pay to deny you nothing. And do, You do kinda forget.

But do body the smash off that extend. That's everything here, and against none nonsense they loses disappearing down where You dismount the extend.