-Kirby comes up from the bushes with something like this
in his stubs-
Poyo poyo!
LOVE IS STORED IN THE AXOLOTL!Forest (Amnesiac Aichi)
-Aichi quickly follows after Kirby.-
—
Roof (108)
-They aren't going anywhere...?-
-He's still afraid, but... he can tell them...-
-...No, he HAS to tell them...! He wants them to get out of here, safe...-
"...Everyone must leave this place... Reality... The universe is collapsing..."
-I-If they stay here...!-
"...W-We only have a few weeks... If we do—n't find a new universe, and escape to it..."
-Wait, what? What is all of this talk about the universe collapsing, and only having a few weeks?!-
-The kid's essentially saying that everyone's going to die unless they leave the Room!-
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Outside
- The forest was quiet, birds were chirping, flowers were blooming, the river flowed...in a... flowedly way -
Come on! I'm a changed Seicho father!
- A weird lizardman-like creature could be heard arguing over a piece of glowing golden metal with some blue lights on it strapped on his face, a Special X-2932 Nova Edition Neurotransmitter he brought at a discount price in the Galatic Citadel of Merchants -
Edited by Pandemonius_Panda on Nov 17th 2018 at 4:30:39 AM
What do you mean by "Virgin loser"?! I will have you know I met this cute Fulgur on the GICN! WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT!? THAT'S IT GO SUCK A MESSAURIN FATHER!!!
- The lizard-dude throws the Special X-2932 Nova Edition Neurotransmitter away with a little too much strength, causing a sonic boom and a tree to be instantly vaporized by the impact with the apparatus -
Fudging old bastard, should have eaten him the instant I came out of his egg pouch.
- He grumbled before looking at the pink fluff ball. -
Oh hi buddy. Are you lost?
- He says crouching down to look at the cute lil fellow -
Outside—-Outside the House
Thanks!
- The alien walks in the direction of the house, and before knocking he smiles the most friendly
smile
and plays a happy and cheery song
well known amongst his people for it's harmonic and peaceful melody, using his SCD-6212 Nova Edition. -
Heeey...
Roof: Defense/???
Defense gets whacked up to the roof by the hammered harasser...
"Sorry to interrupt, but-"
"WHERE's MY SONIC?"
"I DON'T KNOW, YOU PSYCHO!"
Defense narrowly dodges a hammer swing, before tapping the psycho girl on the head. She suddenly calms down.
"Huh? What?"
"I tapped you with a mild sedative. Just enough to get you to calm down and listen to reason."
"DIO is the ultimate being! The being of the future! Dare you not to rival me!"Zz—...?
(Gunth opens his eyes, though this is masked entirely by his hair. His surroundings are soft, warm... He lifts his head from the pillow, realizing halfway through this sleepy motion that he's supposed to be looking for Gracia.)
...Hrrrgh.
(Mac squints down at an expansive sheet of computations and a small, disorganized pile of old lawnmower, radio and generator parts laid on her desk in her room. Though she's sequestered away, the door is half-opened, and one could see her perched in there, looking it all over.)
(Ray still lays there in the main room, breathing quietly but not moving.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-Something is placed across his chest-
-A breakfast tray, with toast and tea. Butter has been smeared across it, the toast browned, crunchy and cold-
-There's also a mandarin orange-
-Gracia smiles down at him, gently brushing his hair-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...Eh...?
(Hops down and peers out her door, back and forth between Moth and Koata. Hasn't forgotten to take her tea mug with her, it seems, and even though it isn't exactly steaming anymore, she has a swig.)
…
(Smiles back up at her, nose twitching as it takes in the scent of cold breakfast.)
Heh! Good morning...
(...could it have been a dream...? a vivid nightmare, a hypothetical unreality...?)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Good morning. Everyone seems really worried so I decided to make your bed into breakfast.
She pats the sleeping lump that is Athena-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...Oh...
(His smile falters a bit... so he shoves the whole orange into that cheatin' gob of his, peel and all, and gives it a good, hearty chew.)
Whrr wrr thrr wrr-rr abrr, Grrfrr?
(Orange juice dribbles down his chin.)
(Gives a tired little wave.)
...Oo, lassie, guidevenent'ye... An', eh... Whitareyedooen? An'canahhelpye?
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

Honestly, there's a lot that's left to be desired right now. But it's the hand we were dealt, so there's nothing we can do but make lemonade.