Remind me to make you one, okay? Just sayin', it's the bee's boobies.
(this fucking girl...)
...Oh! Bluh, prolly shoulda asked like wayyyy the heck earlier, but... got a name, kiddo?
(why do you ASK THIS QUESTION YOU ARE LITERALLY SPITING GOD)
Edited by MobileLeprechaun on Sep 21st 2018 at 10:23:00 AM
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-With a bit of finger flourish, he presses the button, then lowers the screen for Mac and Jil to look. Said screen seems to have been made from an etch-a-sketch with wires jutting out of the two knobs-
-Slowly tracing the underground, layer by layer-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Pff. -Blows one of her bangs out of her eyes- Whatever.
-Gets up on her feet, dusting her dress off-
I'm a princess. Princess Bowser. Learn it, love it, and don't make me give you one of these for ticking me off.
-She shakes her fist, still burning off her leftover annoyance-
...Though. The way you trashed that weenie was good. You can get into it way better than Line over there!
-Cheekily grins at Lyne-
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean...Like what you call yourself? For example: I call myself Deznix, 'cuz that is just what I am.
...........!!!
(Makes weird little throaty cooing noises, just in complete awe at this having like... a Big Moment.)
...There it goes.
(jilian a orater.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-As it continues down, things seem normal, different textures different sedimentary layers. Soon, it draws empty spaces - tunnels of every shape and size-
-And past a certain point, data becomes less distinct, and the tunnels shred the ground up into what looks like... television static-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...Well what in the blue heck...? That's like—... That's just not on, y'know...? Heck, who wouldn't name a lovely young lady like you?
(Points at herself with much conviction.)
I mean me, I was born like... 'bout a week ago, I think it was, but I got a name. Kinda self-gave it but... man! This is a doozy...
(Gobbles down another fist of huckleberries, looking pensive.)
...Want me to do the honors for you, then?
...wheetnoise...! Thet's—... Ahthenksummat'sgettenpeckedupwhityerseinserscannaequantify, aye...?
(Is just like, writing shit down now.)
...Yeah... I think that would be—
(Catches a glimpse of the Andy-filled sky.)
GOOD LORD WHAT IS HAPPENING UP THERE.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-He's still staring intently at his etch-screen-
Don't be redonkulous, Andy, there's no such— GAH!
-He jolts as he sees her, then stumbles over onto his butt once he sees the rest of her in the sky-
Andy?! You're here too! And the Entity followed us!
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

Hahaha, running from a fight too, holy shit.
I live in a constant state of fear and misery.