no truer words

. . . May I have a turn with the happy crown?

oh. would it be selfish to ask for another?

Is this one of those reality ending situations? does anyone need to throw somebody into something dangerous to fix it? Im available.

Oh my god they just ran in

*Slowly raises hand*

what would happen if.. I were to just gently touch, the Thorn. would she be disgusted? would I be destroyed? should I ask first?

Gonna sit in the trash

also goat noises

Oh, gross

*bleating garbage noises*

I am ready *T poses*

is... is it all over?

oh, Thorn went a little hyper for a while there. I think its fine now, Back to normal.

*Is currently holding up a sign that reads ‘Will test subject 4 free’* . . . someone else had to write it for me. I hope they wrote it right

Weird wet sopping noises? something... wiggling together? it sends a chill up bristles spine, she cant help but to go investigate the sound.

“oh, sorry, Sir? I didnt... see you there?” this doesnt feel like a human, or any other monster she’s seen. now both hands meet the one tentacle, curiousity enveloping her just as much as these tentacles are “what, er, who are you?”

“oh? you... want my coat? I dont need it, hold on” she frees one of her hands, letting the other be grabbed and coiled around, she squirms her way out of that patched coat and presses it to another tentacle. “there, now you’ll be warm.”

if you dont like your tentacles, you can turn them in to me. please.

sounds ‘awesome’