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‘--Whoa, uh. Fuck. Shit. Okay.’ 

That reaction was... extremely understandable, under the circumstances. But Ferno still shifted closer to him, drawing Purple carefully into his arms. He hadn’t seen him this frantic in... a long time. He’d woken up from a nightmare or two in Ferno’s bed that had him reacting like this, but this was probably the first time he’d seen a panic attack hit him like this during the waking hours.

@puzzlebones​ -  🐤

“YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO ACTUALLY HEAR THAT, NYAGH!!”

He groaned, eye sockets cracking open to look around him. Seems he was in a forest? Definitely didn’t look like home…he supposed this is what he got for jumping around timelines willy-nilly. Finally his good eye landed on the…human? that had fallen over, not sure if they were alive or not. Human’s had a tendency of lingering around after they died…unlike monsters who turned to dust.

Oh well! He found an opportunity to snag a handful of cash before heading out (last thing he needs is to be blamed for some human’s death).

📷

To his credit he did nudge the poor guy a few times with his foot before checking his pockets and such. “Hey, you uh….dead or something?”

Tortus flinched at the nudging and braced himself for what would most likely be his end. It was almost impossible to stand up quick enough to avoid anything. Opening a Pocket would be his--

Wait.

Did the Stalfos just talk?

Tortus craned his neck and upper body to look at the skeleton. There was a sense Tortus couldn't quite place, but it wasn't inherently malicious. The aura felt... strange compared to what he normally sensed. Though it certainly wasn't the pure dark and suffocating feeling of malice stalfos usually gave off. Not panicking for his life; he could now see just how strange that was.

“So. Like. Who’s the guitarist and who’s the drummer?... How much are your tickets??”