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Could you please draw Glow George but he is at the height of 14 feet tall while giving Octo Ringo a nice big hug because of their friendship. (14 feet tall is a real height) :O The reason glow George is very tall is because he was accidentally hit by a virus green beam that causes people to grow taller even though they are tall. The virus beam came from a far away laboratory. It's my request.đđ
Iâm a little out of practice, but I hope this fits what you want! gah I miss my boys
You were in shock when you realised that you were never going back to your own world-- you never even knew that other worlds had existed.Â
Yet, you here you were, having awoken in a field seemingly named after a Beatles song-- was it?-- and half of the inhabitants of this place, if not more, had the name John, Paul, George, or Ringo, and typically kept themselves in groups consiting of one of each, all calling themselves âThe Beatlesâ.Â
But, they werenât the Beatles you knew. They looked different, not all of them different in the same way, but always a bit different. They looked similar enough that you could tell who they were âsupposedâ to be, especially once you got used to them.Â
They looked between your Beatles and the Beatles Cartoonâs version of the Beatles, really. What the Beatles Cartoonâs Beatles would look like if they were real, you suppose.Â
I guess that explains all of the castles, you thought as you looked around. I hope the Creepypasta version of them doesnât exist here.Â
Somehow, you managed to avoid being mangled by the bad Beatles. The ones who wouldnât hesitate to glitch you, or rearrange you, or any other of the myriad of horrible things.Â
You donât remember exactly how you found out you were never going back to your world. Maybe you always knew, at some level. Maybe you knew that you wouldnât be able to go back even if it were possible, because youâd always have some part of you stuck here, leaving you unable to relate to anyone from your old life.Â
Maybe you never really felt like you belonged in that world anyway.Â
Regardless of anything, you took it rather well. You were shocked, of course-- how could this be real?-- but you adjusted fairly quickly, all things considered.Â
You met Octoringo and moved into Dollar Circle. Soon, it was almost as if you had never lived anywhere else. Almost.Â
Occasionally youâd your brain would suddenly scream at you how strange this world really was, at least compared to your old one. Or youâd remember your dreams for once, most of which had at least some elements of your old life, if not entirely comprised of them.Â
But youâd disregard those; it didnât matter how different or even utterly alien this world was-- you came to realise that your old world sucked.Â
Youâd never say it, but you found the worst of this world to be a lot better than the worst of yours. It may have become your reality, but it was still rather like a cartoon.Â
You fell into a routine. You woke up, did your job, hung out with fellow residents, and perhaps went exploring in safe areas or traded with nearby towns, and then went back to sleep.Â
You were lucky enough to have not become a cryptid yourself. The townsfolk outside of Dollar Circle were afraid of the cryptids. It didnât matter how nice Octoringo or Doublennon were; they just knew that some cryptids had proven themselves dangerous, and that was enough for them. They wouldnât prohibit cryptids from entering, no, they would just hide from them until they left. Maybe that was worse.Â
After just a couple months, you were really settling in. You were really starting to feel like this world was yours. The world you left was starting to fade from your mind-- did you want that? Itâs not like you could do anything to stop it.
But then you started feeling this presence near you, everwhere you went. Youâd look behind you, but there was nothing there. Fearing it a cryptid, you talked to Octoringo about it. Glow George was behind him, staring at you. Watching. His glare reminded you of the presence, but it wasnât the same. He felt protective, only to be worried about if you were a threat.Â
âOh, donât worry, the force fields keep out anyone with bad intentions, and Glow George would have noticed if anyone had slipped through,â Octoringo said. Glow George nodded at the latter part. âBut Iâll make sure to keep a look out. Maybe it could be a newly formed cryptid who doesnât know whatâs going on. They could still be dangerous, even without malice, so be careful.âÂ
So Iâm being stalked by a potentially dangerous cryptid, you thought.Â
Apparently Octoringo noticed something in your face or body language, because he said âI-itâs not necessarily a cryptid, either. Maybe the feeling could be something on your side, if you havenât ruled that out, that is. If anything else happens, be sure to tell us!âÂ
You didnât know what else to say besides âthank youâ. For some reason, although you felt nothing, you wanted to cry. Your voice betrayed you, trembling as you said that simple greeting. You just walked away, trying to hide inside yourself as you did so.Â
Just outside of his house, you felt the presence again. It was appearing whenever you were away from people, but âawayâ was becoming closer and closer. You were just a few steps away from them. You were even able to feel it when you were with other people, if they werenât interacting with you at the moment.Â
You started crying. You felt fine just a minute ago. You felt so terrified, but you werenât sure why. You tried to walk to your house, but a few steps and you fell. You were just so limp from fear. You were so, so tired, as well. The tiredness was gnawing you, now overtaking the fear. Your thoughts were ceasing. You stopped feeling like yourself. You were noĂśne. NoĂśne. NoĂśne. Reality was unraveling itself around you, but you didnât exist. It was all a story.Â
You woke up in your house. There was a note next to your bed.Â
We found you passed outside near our house, so Glow George carried you home. Heâs also decided to stand guard outside of your house-- make sure to meet him once youâre awake.Â
-OctoringoÂ
You still felt weird, as if you werenât exactly in your body, but a second after realising, you went back to normal. Well, besides the... headache? No, it didnât really hurt. But you didnât know what else to call it.Â
After a few minutes of doing nothing, you went outside, bringing a granola bar with you. You had to force yourself out the door. Itâs not that you didnât want to leave-- you knew that you should be fine, especially if Glow George were really there, but your insticts were screaming otherwise. You managed to exit, and Glow George took you to Octoringo.Â
You told Octoringo what had happened. Your voice trembled half the time. He said that it sounded like a panic attack and dissociation.
âMaybe itâs really hitting you, that youâre... that this is where you live now..,â he said.Â
For some reason, that bothered you, but you couldnât place why. Itâs not unreasonable, you thought. Maybe Iâm just homesick.Â
You still didnât want to be alone.Â
You especially donât want to be alone, now that your head is filled with thoughts of gore.Â
You donât know whether theyâre urges, but they horrify you either way, and you donât want to find out in the wrong way.Â
You keep yourself occupied. Try to help Octoringo with his garden, Win and Len (Doublennon) with their arguments, Glow George with... whatever he needs help with. Youâre still not entirely sure what he was doing.Â
You get less and less sleep. You can barely focus on anything when youâre not actively helping others. Youâre losing yourself, your mind, your reality.Â
Youâve started seeing these black Voids everywhere. And static. Itâs a wonder you can do anything at all. Itâs so thick. NoĂśne else has mentioned them, so it must be nothing, right?Â
It feels like the staticâs pushing you out of your own body, if not more than that. You canât even focus on others anymore. Itâs as if your bodyâs on autopilot, leaving you with yourself no matter what you do.Â
And that damn presence. It never left. Itâs just been getting stronger and stronger. You feel so empty. You think that itâs responsible. That itâs carving out your existence.Â
You notice that you canât feel your own body any more. It seems to act in accordance to what you want, but it doesnât feel like itâs exactly yours anymore. NoĂśne notices.Â
It feels like the presence is all around you. You canât hide from it anymore. If Dollar Circle isnât safe, then what is?Â
You wanted to trust Octoringo, but he was wrong. What if it was intentional?Â
The woods.
Youâre not sure if itâs you or not, but your body runs off through Dollar Circle, its run becoming more and more beastlike, until it crashes through the barrier to the Cryptid Forest.Â
You should be afraid. The least safe area, and youâre there. But youâre more afraid of your lack of fear. How can you be afraid when you canât even register your own existence?Â
Your body becomes number, a feat you hadnât thought possible, and the static consumes your sight and hearing. You can no longer sense anything besides the presence. Youâre not even sure that youâre not the presence, at this point.Â
Suddenly, you feel a tug on your insides. As it gets stronger, you feel more and more yourself again, until a pain there causes your mental and physical selves to snap back together.Â
You feel the hollowness of the presence from outside again. You feel like youâre nothing compared to it. Comined with the pain, you scream.Â
You wake up in your bed again. Thereâs no note this time. You peek outside, thereâs no Glow George. When youâre helping Octoringo with his garden, he asks you something.Â
âI heard a scream last night; it sounded like you, but when we looked, you were already in your house sleeping. Are you okay?âÂ
âYes,â you lie. You donât want to concern him.Â
You donât want to admit that what happened to you was anything but a dream.Â
You donât want to admit that, a week later, you havenât eaten anything since then. That you havenât felt hungry, but you feel an emptiness where your stomach should be, and youâre afraid of what will happen if you eat something in this state.Â
You donât want to admit that you want to go back into the forest, or that you still feel the presence.Â
You donât want to admit that youâve become a cryptid.
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