@grandmothersilkofficial …Dost thee still have the recording thee captured of Lace drinking fog juice?
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@grandmothersilkofficial …Dost thee still have the recording thee captured of Lace drinking fog juice?
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Oh, Ruffle, dearest, I am... I am quite alright, I promise. I simply...
...little threadling, I do hope I do not sound callous in saying this, but... perhaps we could try a different nickname from "mama?" Just for a short while?
If Trobbio is Coming then have Sibling cover for you
Have... Lace play the organ...?
Traveler... hast thee heard her do so?
...Ah! Allow me to show you her playing!
LACE! Lace, is Phantom still back at the organ? I just heard that Trobbio's going down there right now to greet one of his biggest fans in person. Maybe enjoying a little organ music, too. I don't think he's planning on staying there very long, but it's still nice, don't you think? I hope they don't horribly embarrass themself in front of their idol that would be really unfortunate.
Are you certain?! If Trobbio is truly going to the Organ, I should inform Phantom straightaway—they would not want to miss it!
NO RESPECT. EVEN IF THIS WERE TRUE THESE TRAVELERS HAVE NO RESPECT AT ALL. WHY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN. FREE ME FROM THIS CRUELLY IRONIC FATE
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@child-of-weaver-and-wyrm [APRIL FOOLS!!!!! GHOST JUMPSCARE]
Ah—! Greetings, Ghost of Hallownest! How lovely it is to see you again. Are things well in the Abyss?
...I doubt it believes this ruse, but surely there's no harm in trying?
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The first thing I notice when I awaken is noise. Unfamiliar noise at that—nothing akin to the low tones of the Organ… had I not known better, I might think I have somehow been returned to the outside world.
Though I find myself almost reluctant to wake, my eyes open slowly…
Mm…?
Immediately, something is amiss. I do not recognize where I am. No rooms in the Exhaust Organ resembled anything close to this. Has someone taken me from my home while I slept?
I stand, and the motion feels… easy. Too easy, almost, as though the stiffness of my shell has simply left. But that cannot be possible—
…I catch sight of a reflection in a polished metal furnishing.
No. No, this cannot be. That is not my reflection, that is not my face, that is not me—
No—!
I freeze. The voice does not belong to me, either.
Realization dawns slowly through my panic. The unfamiliar sounds and foreign surroundings… it all comes together in twisted clarity.
Of all the cruel hands fate has dealt to me over the ages, none were so uniquely frightening as this.
The shell reflected before me... the shell I inhabit, though I dread to admit it… is my sister's.
Mmm…
I slowly open my eyes.
…Huh?
I didn’t—how am I in the Exhaust Organ…?
I rise from my place of rest. With the fog of sleep clearing some, I realize I had been laying in Phantom’s bed, in their own bedroom. Did they place me here…?
I pause as a particular detail catches my attention. Phantom’s longpin gracefully rests against the foot of the bed.
How bizarre! Even on short outings they are no creature to leave themselves unarmed. What—
As my gaze falls on another sight, I freeze.
Phantom’s fractured mask peacefully sits on their haphazard bedside stand.
No. That's not right. They never leave their mask lying about. Where—they—what—
My foreclaws take off before my mind can rightfully keep up. I know not where I'm going, just that I need to be moving. Searching. Doing something, anything.
Phantom's mask was as essential to them as their own silk. Something was amiss.
I reach the room containing the stasis chamber. Not a trace remains of them anywhere—even the smog seems to have retreated.
I finally resolve to call out for them.
Phantom!
...No.
That's—I—
That's not possible.
I call out again.
It is not my own voice that meets my ears.
I do not stop the laughter from spilling out of me. Yet even that is not mine.
Everything is spinning.
This cannot be real. This—they—I'm—
...My gaze falls upon the stasis chamber. My thoughts freeze.
My reflection stares back at me, unblinking.
It is then I realize what's happened to my missing sibling.
hi
@child-of-weaver-and-wyrm [APRIL FOOLS!!!! GHOST JUMPSCARE]
Spider?
Oh—greetings, little one. You frightened me!
