#irl yapping

Bought myself a new sketchbook small enough for travel 🫶 for any time I wanna draw but I'm out or for art block purposes I make little doodles on it

It's actually really nice!

Heyyy tumblr, sorry for the lack of like properly done drawings.

I've been suffering with heatstroke because of the heatwaves in Europe. As well as this, I had to go to the doctors over my iron and vitamin deficiencies, I've only be made aware recently that my lack of energy is probably from my lack of iron, as well as really fucking up my immune system, but my doctor has put me on supplements, so hopefully my recovery will come soon.

However because of my sickness I might not be posting for a little bit longer :0]

But I bought Little Nightmares I + II and beat the first today, so I decided to do a very quick drawing of Six.

Connection terminated.

I'm sorry to interrupt you [______], if you still even remember that name. But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although you have indeed been called.

You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach.

But you will never find them, none of you will. This is where your story ends.

And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well, I am nearby.

This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors: Be still and give up your spirits, they don't belong to you.

For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for

one of you,

the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend.

My best friend, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you.

I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my best friend. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now.

It's time to rest. For you, and for those you have carried in your arms.

This ends for all of us.

End communication.