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Post by Armageddidn't on Oct 21, 2017 19:12:08 GMT -5
Annabelle's breathing slowed. She winced. She was regaining consciousness. Her eyes focused on Ben's face.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2017 22:44:53 GMT -5
I finally got him here with bribery. No Sue. *Sigh* Annabelle, you fought bravely today. I figured that your hardships deserve some sort of reward. All of you. Come on guys! To the ice cream stand. On me!
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Post by Armageddidn't on Oct 21, 2017 22:47:05 GMT -5
Annabelle glanced at the scar on her arm and sighed before pulling her blue sweater on. She stood up.
Okay, now I'm ready.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2017 23:19:48 GMT -5
Ok to prepare in advance what flavors does everyone want? Strawberry! *Highfive* Salted Caramel. Chocolate! |My three favorites. In that order|
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Post by Armageddidn't on Oct 21, 2017 23:22:12 GMT -5
I guess I'll be the odd one out and say vanilla.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2017 23:23:39 GMT -5
|Dang, Vanilla is a close fourth.| How are you the odd one out? We all picked different flavors.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Oct 21, 2017 23:27:09 GMT -5
*shrug* I just randomly say sh** sometimes.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2017 23:28:47 GMT -5
They walk into the ice cream place.Oh my gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-What the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-| _ |*Leave*
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Post by Armageddidn't on Oct 21, 2017 23:30:36 GMT -5
*acts as if this were normal* You four don't spend enough time on the internet to think that this is abnormal.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2017 13:56:41 GMT -5
Well... No. Considering the rest of the town, this isn't normal. And considering that I just finished the true ending of "The Witch's House", I don't really trust anything anymore.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Oct 22, 2017 14:27:08 GMT -5
*shrug* I'm usually a social internet hermit. Dont judge me.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2017 14:47:28 GMT -5
Ok lets just get ice cream and fast. So they got... fast food! HA!!!
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Post by Armageddidn't on Oct 22, 2017 14:52:20 GMT -5
((*sighs at the stupid pun* Dammit Scott...))
Annabelle sighed softly, almost sounding content, as they walked out the door.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2017 15:16:27 GMT -5
Welp! That was horrible!
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Post by Armageddidn't on Oct 23, 2017 15:18:25 GMT -5
*sits on wall* That wasn't that bad.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Oct 24, 2017 12:01:22 GMT -5
((Nya. @kingsnup))
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2017 15:04:08 GMT -5
Yeah I've had to go down a rabbit hole and stumbled across a tea party/unbirthday that went on for infinity and but that was nothing compared to what we just witnessed.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2017 15:16:10 GMT -5
But nevermind that! Lets go crack the code of Innsmouth! Yeah! Sure.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Nov 3, 2017 18:06:23 GMT -5
Annabelle stayed silent, staring at the sky.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2017 18:13:05 GMT -5
Hold on whats this?Ben saw a door with a faint glow coming from it. Well what do we have here?He opened it and there stood a boy, not much older than Ben himself, frozen in a cryogenic sleep.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Nov 3, 2017 18:16:30 GMT -5
Annabelle's eyes flashed red for a fraction of a section, and she shuddered. She closed her eyes and drew her knees to her chest.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2017 18:54:18 GMT -5
Aha! Found it! Ben pressed a button and stood on a circle in the floor. Ok I'm going to be gone for a bit but make sure you give this letter to the boy with red hair. Ok? And with that, the red haired boy unfroze and Ben took his place There's a letter on the ground addressed to a person named Roy. its in Ben's handwriting.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Nov 3, 2017 19:19:00 GMT -5
Annabelle didn't look up, becoming antisocial for the moment. She pretended to disappear.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2017 20:04:05 GMT -5
Roy: I'm free...
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Post by Armageddidn't on Nov 3, 2017 20:07:37 GMT -5
Annabelle shuddered again, blinking away tears.
((JOHN FKN COMFORT UR SENPAI))
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2017 20:38:12 GMT -5
Hey, Annabelle. Knowing Ben this is all part of some master plan he devised. Of course that master plan may be to get himself a damn burrito.
Roy walked over and picked up the letter addressed to him. As he read it he began to smile. Ah... I see now.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Nov 3, 2017 20:41:55 GMT -5
Annabelle fake-chuckled a little.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2017 20:58:06 GMT -5
Who are you? My name? I am Roy. At your service.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Nov 3, 2017 21:00:33 GMT -5
Annabelle slid off the wall slowly, landing on her feet after dropping six feet. She winced little, but didn't stumble. First thing I want to know is WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH BEN?! she said fiercely.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2017 21:10:14 GMT -5
It is all explained in this letter. He says that he needs to temporarily lay in a cryogenic sleep to prevent the embryo in his brain from hatching. And as a bonus I'm here to help you.
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