#demolitioninevitable

The rumours about were too much to ignore. The local news and kids at school had been talking about an odd shape occasionally seen roaming around in the junkyard at night. Having caught wind of this, Millie had pestered asked Funfred about it numerous times and had gotten confirmation that it wasn't him; the rabbits also provided alibis, too. So if it wasn't him, then they knew what it meant.

Going there was initially something they were apprehensive about. But the chance of it possibly being one of their family-- the others in the 'set' they'd mentioned-- was what got them on board with checking it out. And even if it didn't, then they'd at least get something to dismantle if whatever it was decided to get aggressive. So that's exactly how they'd gotten here.

Right now, they'd split up to cover more ground; Millie and Bonnet were in one particular area, and Funfred was on the opposite side of the yard in another. This felt smart. So far, nothing. Bored at the lack of findings, Millie picked up a piece of glass on the ground to--

"--!" The sight of a second reflection in the glass-- as well as suddenly noticing a abhorrent smell, like a decaying corpse-- caused Millie to gasp in fear and drop the glass, before quickly whipping around with Bonnet in hand, pointing the tiny rabbit at the stranger and--

”It’s good to see you too, Mike!” He bounces his ears happily. “Y-Yeah!” Springy wiggles his tail, but he’s nervous. His metal parts were just lightly rattling from his shaking. “I-I actually m-made this myself!”

He looked down at it. The bun had to force himself to present it, as it took him a minute to even move his arms. The green wrapping paper was shiny, and the red bow was too. Springy loved shiny things, and that was no doubt the reason he picked them.

Send “👏”and I’ll describe what a fusion between our muses would look and act like.

FUSION THEME

  “All this torture will unwind,    I was never all that kind!”

  Flytrap, as they call themselves, is a brutal crime against any and all natural laws. They are an open vent for their halves’ anger, and are incredibly dangerous for all but a select few to approach. Their strength and prowess is unmatched, a true God of Death itself.

    ‘ First of all, rude; second of all, I have a charger but I left it with my guard. Tough luck,        bird-o. ’

          hERE IS THE BOI

honestly characters in giant sweaters is a blessing and it’s partly because i don’t have to think too hard about drawing the body, it’s all smothered in sweater

SISTER NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The same childlike voice answers the other.