Oh. Hello.

"Hello there-! I, um, do not really.. Know how to use this app. It was recommended to me, but I am lost. Je suis désolé."

"I am Pin. I was once on a reality show, which has now ended. I am now living a normal life, and was informed that it would be nice to contact other people... So here I am. Please do say hello. I am friendly."

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OOC information!

This takes place AFTER tpot! As of making this blog and post, the most recent episode is tpot 22!

Some important headcanons because they heavily affect how I write Pin!

She is French! She has autism, and she is also quite religious. She also has schizophrenia!

Fear Garden is canon to this blog lmao. I love it too much

I don't mind romantic, angsty, wholesome, or even sexual asks. Go insane. However Pin is quite abstinent here, so good luck getting her to freak.

Some tag guides below!

#Talking To Myself - Non ask related posts

#Curse This Mind. - Is it...really there?

#Not for your eyes! - Potentially triggering content

"Where's your bloodlust? Where's the smile you had when you pushed Firey off the Yoyle Needy? Don't remember? That's ok, I'm sure this will jog your memory~!"

The world dropped under Pin's feet. She was being flung up into the air, so fast it made her insides churn.

Gravity seemed to slow for just a breathless moment before the plummet began.

(DW WE CAN DO THE PHYSICAL FIGHT WITH HER BEING FORCED TO ATTACK WITH THE TROWEL FOR BUBBLE'S DEATH SCENE. Ahhgh who died after Firey, uhhh lemme revisit it)

She stepped back, before stumbling, screaming as she felt gravity give way beneath her. Her insides churned and she felt pressure caving in on her skull. She hoped she'd die upon impact. But alas, God could never grace her with such mercy.

Not like she deserved it.

She felt tears prickling in her eyes, her limbs numb, yet somehow still intact despite.

" Je suis désolé .... "

(@for-a-prank)

Why would Black Hole not be happy to see you? :(

— @mechmindpreserver

"I.. I Am Sorry... I.."

I'm so sorry, my sweet Pinny. To bring up someone's repressed trauma like that is sick. Are you ok? Do you want a hu—no, you don't like touch. Well, do you want a gift instead?

I worked hard on this gift ♡

Hands Pin a wrapped red box.

(It's a trowel LMAO)

".. Quoi?"

She looked down at the box, a small twinge of red coming to her cheeks.

"Ah... Merci." She nodded, awkwardly. She wasn't much for gifts. She never knew how to react.

She opened it carefully, pausing as she saw what was inside.

A.. Trowel...?

Remember how prettily he bled?

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, YOU MONSTER?!"

"I always thought you were perfect..."

"I thought you were simply...beautiful, and..."

The hole in his chest. Remember it? Remember who gouged it?

REMEMBER?

Pin stared off into space, her breathing erratic and desperate. She couldn't focus. All she could do..

My my.. These anonymous ones though, they know how to rile you up, mentioning me and all~

-You Know.

"... Non. N-Non- Non... You cannot.. You- N-No.."

Pin covered her ears, shaking.

not their friend or anything, really the opposite. but heyyyyy. i'm here to help you! how lucky!

match knows me tho. we're. well we know each other. :)

point is. word of advice? uh. be careful with it. don't try and listen to it, you won't get anything good. just ignore it as best you can. alright? alright!

if you want any more info on me, don't be scared to ask.

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