#bandagedboy

While the reason why this is begs the question, and he's tempted to address it-- the smirk plastered on his face betrays curiosity with the situation. Whatever hellish die was tempting this sure had a wacky sense of humor.

"Yeah, whatever man."

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The Prince gapes at the number with an amused, almost angrily spiteful grin on his face. "..Well, would ya look at that, duplicate."

"..Look who noticed."

sidekickdink;; ah yes my oTP

Another soul begging for life We guess, for now, we'll let you stay Close your eyes and count to ten Are you ready to play ... bandagedboy?

Eyes are misleading.

On a dark night in the forest, everything looks sinister to the untrained eye. A overgrown root appears to be a rotted hand reaching from the ground. One may think they glimpse glowing eyes among the leaves. It's enough to make the blood race and the heart pound, until you're imagining all sorts of fantastically horrible things.

Strange, then, to hear such a sweet singing voice coming from such an overgrown woods.

"A fish flies in the sky~! A bird swims in the water~! An egg that prances around, a mirror that sings along~! The pitch black forest is in the middle of the dark~! Tomorrow is yesterday~! Pitch black how dark, dark~!"

Treat's high, sweet voice rebounded off of the tree trunks and tangled with the leaves, unable to reach the moon that in turn could offer no light to the tree covered path she walked on, hand in hand with her brother. That didn't bother her, though. The lantern she held offered plenty of light to see the path in front of her ... As well as the boy they eventually came upon.