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A pounding knock on the front door sounds.
"Hey there, baby!
What's this I hear about a new roommate or something? Dr. Rockzo wants to meet her!"
Instead of being greeted by Veteran Dude, a puff of fiery violet smoke appears, revealing a gargantuan figure whose shadow ominously looms over Dr. Rockzo. A strong, putrescent odor of rotting fish and medicinal herbs suddenly wafts behind him, accompanied by a gurgling, banshee-like hiss.
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Yancy, I’m so excited to see you tomorrow! Nervous for a gift exchange as well but it’ll be worth it to celebrate visitation day with everyone!!!
OOC: Yancy cannot answer the phone right now, please leave a message after the beep!
Is that the yancy support group gift exchange!? HEY ASKYANCY FANS YOUSE SHOULD CHECK THAT OUT IF YA DIDNT ALREADY!
I kinda feel like visitation day might become a markiplier community day ya know? every third sunday doin somethin nice cos we love mark and his ridiculous characters!
I just finalized everything for tomorrow and i supercallafragalisticexpiallidocious nervous for it all but I got some good friendos helping out!
I CANT WAIT TO SEE ALL 278 OF YOU!
YEAH IM LIKE WHAT
YANCYS NEARLY AT 300 FOLLOWERS! He’s averaging 100 a week what?
sorry Im rambling a bit! Aheh. Yancy is very excited and cant wait to see all o youses tomorrow, he’s stressing and worried but he’ll be fine dont worry!
Something has finally arrived. It's a blinding form of light in the middle of the trailer home, with high pitched ringing to accompany. It pulses in swirls of green, yellow, and purple, settling on a deep green before fading into something that looks almost human.
The living room is a chaotic mix of dirty stains and scattered items, including crushed beer cans, an empty pizza box, a couple of clean dildos, and various books and pornography magazines. The coffee table is cluttered with used tissues, empty glass bottles, candy wrappers, an ashtray filled with crushed cigarettes, and a remote controller. All of the inhabitant's weapons are meticulously organised and cleaned, suggesting preparation for something terrible. No one is present in the trailer home, which has an unsettling chill that's barely noticeable. There are thudding sounds in a strangely rhythmic pattern coming from the bathroom, and although the wooden door is closed, the curtain is drawn back…
:0 from Knubbler but only if you wanna do it because our characters don't know each other super well! I just like ask games.
Veteran Dude stealthily approaches Knubbler from behind before sidestepping in front of him, blocking his path. His eyes are completely different, with scarlet orbs glowing through his sunglasses, and he’s wearing an outfit that Knubbler has never seen him in before.
"Hey, four eyes! I can tell that it hurt like hell to have your non-cybershit eyes exploded. I bet the viscera was as pretty as your messed-up face," he cruelly teases with a feral, cheeky smile, his voice sounding nothing like the Corey Cruise tone Knubbler has grown accustomed to.
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:o
While P4 isn't looking, Veteran Dude suddenly wraps his arms around his waist and nuzzles his face into the back of his neck, softly purring. However, his eyes look completely different: the sclera is bloodshot black, and the irises are a deep scarlet without any pupils. The glow of his eyes pierces through his sunglasses, and a smirk of cunning amusement slowly forms on his lips.
[Milo is in another fit of panic in his own delusional state, body shaking as he laid in the fetal position quietly on the trailer floor. His wide chartreuse eyes darted aroundand caught sight of various hallucinations and visions littering his perception, ever so quietly whimpering in paranoid fear.]
N-no.... M-Milo is not....n-not for sale... I-I.... T-Tobi.... Tobi-
Tobias!?
[He finally yelped out for his boyfriend, scared and frantic]
@peridoteyedangel
Upon hearing the yelping call, Veteran Dude jolts awake, a heavenly force compelling him to respond to the terrified cry of his beloved. He experiences a soft bout of groggy confusion, but then he feels a lovingly firm squeeze on his shoulder as the bathroom door swings open on its own. He reluctantly steps out of the bathtub, locates Milo, and cautiously approaches him, settling onto his knees.
"Mi-Milo…" Veteran Dude murmurs in a concerned, soft-spoken tone, contemplating whether to reach out and grasp Milo's shoulder.
After a moment of introspection, he rests his hand on his lover's back, offering rubs filled with soothing warmth and devoid of any malicious intent.
She seems like she can't decide whether to appeal to older losers who can't get it anywhere else or guys who fetishise goths with daddy issues. She can't do better than older guys like you and Dick Knubbler. She's pathetic,really.
Veteran Dude's fury reaches a breaking point as he abandons his defensive stance and confronts the harasser with listless confidence. Just as he pulls back his arm to deliver a brutal knuckle sandwich, a hand of mottled flesh darts out from the shadowy gloom. It roughly grabs his trench coat, claws painfully digging into the skin of his back, the agony startling him from his infuriated recklessness. Before he can even dare to look around, he's yanked into the grimy alleyway, the darkness making it impossible to see what's happening. All the anonymous figure can hear are screams, groans, whimpers, panicked breaths, and sobbing pleas for mercy coming from the sandy-ginger man.
