#xgreedyoncelerx

Attention everyone. I have something that I need to say...

Though it pains me to do this, I must hereby announce my hiatus that may or may not be lifted. I love the Once-ler and I very much enjoy Roleplaying as him, but it appears that I've lost touch with many people. I cannot, unfortunately, keep up with the thousands of Once-ler versions and I have been given quite a bit of an amount of flack for being, "too boring." This hiatus, however, is not due to any one of you in particular. I do not ship with people, and that makes me boring. This is the kind of message I have received from a few anons and even more so. I play Once-ler as close to canon as possible, and that is boring too, apparently. However, I am not upset with any of you. This was fun, it really was. I may come back and revive the account, but for now, a hiatus is required. It is, as I said, indefinite.

If you wish to keep touch with me, I can be found on the following two characters: ->; Daryl Dixon ->; Pitch Black These accounts are SELECTIVE followers and they are roleplay ONLY. I will not follow personals, unless I know you personally. I apologize for being blunt, rude and an all around asshole. My apologies in full for anything I have done to bore you all. Now, if you'd like links to either of those accounts, you may message me. But, for now... The Once-ler is now hidden in his house and will not leave. Farewell, for now, dear followers.

The Once-ler trudged down the halls of his factory, production running as smoothly as ever. He walked tall and proud, despite the troubles he hid from his employees. He took long strides, arms stiff at his sides as he moved across the entrance hall. His footsteps echoed through the empty area, usually filled with numerous workers. The Once-ler had, however, fired over half of them for their lack of competence. They didn't seem to understand that getting the factory back into the proper functions was the up most priority. With a heavy sigh, he tugged the watch out from his pocket. There was really no point in telling time by just looking outside, it was always dark. He never seemed bothered by it, though. The pollution, the smoke, the schlop- nothing seemed to bother him except the decline in his factory sales. Since the fired employees left, Once-ler had hired more and offered double pay if they could make double the Thneeds. Why not, he had the money. It wasn't so much that the machines weren't doing their jobs, it was that packing needed to be done by caring hands. Or, in this case, fast moving hands. Besides, it looked great for publicity to hire the needy, right? Once-ler scoffed, making his way to his office. They weren't doing any better and so, with another heavy sigh, he had fired the new workers on the spot. It was better to leave this job to the machines. He was growing restless and stressed, gloved fingers rubbing tired eyes. He made his way into his office, doors slamming shut behind him. In the safety of his own room, he let his shoulders slouch, fingers plucking the glasses from his face. He tossed them on his desk and took a seat, staring at the model he had worked so hard to create. This was all worth it, wasn't it? A small twinge of doubt crept into his thoughts, his heart thudding a bit harder as he realized it. No, it wasn't possible. He wasn't doing anything wrong. Besides, he was rich- money was everything. Money made the world spin and grow. He shrugged off the feeling and lifted his index finger. He poked the model with an admiring smile. "I am so proud of me..."

Leave a message if there's anything urgent. If not, get back to work. I expect results.

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…No. Just get to work.

Are any of your faces on a dollar bill? No? Didn't think so. Here, take some money and go buy yourself some sense before you hit the ground hard.