#plushrump

The layout of the site was deliberately caustic and antagonistic to the point that even Dirk, who was particularly predisposed to such Dadaism, had to hold in a wince. Roxy had stared at the monitor in open disgust, Dave had just rolled his eyes when he realized what they were doing and left the room, but it was Rose who had smirked in subtle fondness. She explained she had spent a lot of time perusing the infamous Bro "Dirk" Strider's long lost website, and held a certain fascination with its many strange idiosyncrasies.

Roxy had chosen that moment to abandon ship, and then it was just Dirk and his daughter. Er. Ecto ghost slime paradox offspring? Whatever. Point is it was just them.

Rose pointed out that them browsing the website together was almost like getting to directly interview the man himself alongside his creation. Dirk wished he could take full credit, whether or not Dave's Bro's splinter was inside him or not, it felt gauche to simply accept the accolades. PlushRump dot com was a work of art, the genius at the helm deserved to have his praises sung.

"This page is devoted to snuff, Dave appears now and then in flashes and cuts. You can see he tried to crop his face out..." Rose pointed at a a red smear that had to only be visible for one frame. Impressive.

"Amazing." Dirk couldn't keep his eyes away, it was like sexual perversion elevated to a level he could barely hope to grasp. He felt like that ancient orc meme that struggled with Ulysses, his own failings as a deviant were all too clear. However.

"Dave didn't want to be around this shit. He told me it was..."

"Yes, obviously his Bro had some misappropriations about appropriate material to keep around a child." She clicked around to another page and Dirk had to hold in a blush, his ears burned and gave him away regardless. "It's so fascinating, the almost... rage, he felt. Towards the puppets. All the while distancing himself from his own humanity."

"Right." Li'l Cal wasn't the same awesome dude Dirk knew, he was. Something else. It made him frown to think about, one of his only companions in a vast ocean of nothing, but to another version of himself Cal was. "Everything he hated and loved, all at once."

"It makes it hard to see him as wholly one thing." She let the short film pause, where a shadow of Bro's jawline was visible, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smile. "There was a person there. Deep down."

-- taciturnTachi [TT] began pestering you at 23:02 --

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-- taciturnTachi [TT] ceased pestering you --

Got this btw he has a butt crack i think thats pretty funny hashtag plushrump

**butt got my post marked screw this