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yeah, no, im so sorry about your boyfriend, yeah... the..um.....the ocean...., it washed over his grave... yeah :( the ocean, it washed open his grave π
wish there was a way to express that i feel like i may be on the ASPD or NPD spectrum without the fear of sounding like i'm trying to be an edgy relatable joker image or a person who's spent too much time reading symptoms online <3
You guys wanna know a secret?
I originally started this fic because I wanted a bsp X reader fic with the reader coming from horrortale....
And then got invested in the backstory of that character.
I fully plan on this fic ending in their universe, BUT I might do an off shoot of if things got worse and nightmare stepped in to "offer his service" in repayment of Sans (Horror) working for him.
π would anyone actually be interested in that? (Not that it'll affect if I write it or not)
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God I love him. His name is Ray. He's my best friend. If I don't bring him mealworms he tries to kill me.
The new sanders aside is coming and I am not ready.
οΌΏ|οΏ£|β lets try this again everypony . . . . .