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8. “What happened to your face?”


She cried out in pain and let go, rubbing her shoulder and glaring at it, “I’m not asking for a goddamn ‘Starchild’ or whatever the fuck you- wait, Dave’s the Starchild?!” she said, looking thunderstruck, “What- what do you want with him?  What are you?!  Why are you inside of my friend?!”

"I̘̖͛ͬͬͯ̒̊ͬ’͑ͫm̅̇ͭͭͣ̒ͨ ̞̬̱͆n̺͋͗͗͑ͧo̗̖͚̠͈̟̎ͭt̫̜̼̗̾̈́̍̄ ̥̭̞̣͔͊ͨͅi̟̭̖̹͔̺n͓̳͎ͣ̏ṣ͌͐ïď̲̥ͩ̋̾̔̄ͫe̲̘͙͂̇̅ ̩̭̜͎̻̘͌̊͑̓ͤạ̱n̘̘͒ỳ͇̼͈͙ͬͪ̊̔͊o͕̙̤̹̓̃ͮ̆ͅn̯̲̫͈̋̌̀͑̂̊͐e̫ͧ̿͌!̮̯̺̜ͯͯ ͑̍ͤ̊̿̃̉If̗̮̣͗ ̗̣̘͍̻̜å̙̟̟̥̣͌ͅń̾y̬̼̪͍͚͂͂ͅt̜̯̙͕̘̳̭͑h̠͈͙i͋̎ͣ̇̾ͮͭn̺̦͕̘͓͈͙ͥ̈͑g͕̙̥̹͚͐ͨ̊ͮ͆ ͇͖̻̳̰̫ͪt͕͎̜̆h̹̮͗̎ỉ̟̪̠ͣͣ͊̅ͥs̳̤̮̜̱̎ ̗͙̔̈́ͬͦ̚ni͙͉̲͎̠̬̍̑c̹̩̺̙̻̃̓̚e͇̒̈́̇̒͒̿̎ŕ̙͉ͭͬ̄ͭ ̻̪̻̯̬̃̅̓ẖ̹̯i̐͒͑̾̓ͬm̬̤͓͔̠̣ͥ̆̋̆ͪ ̣ͣw̮͎͉̜̩̼̘̆͐a͎̖s̭̳͈͉ͤ̅͌ͥ͌ͅ ̥͙͍̮̻̝̄̾ͯ̉͌ĩ̘̗̚n͔̪̫̹͉͓̍s̜̹̄͆i͔͖͎̿ͭͤͣdè̩̤̥̳̞ͮͧ́ ͚̥̞̎ͩ̐͑͒̇̃m͖̬̦͉̝̙̔́ͪ͒e̫̭̝͂̍ͮ̈̆̾̏ͅ!̱̪̣̻̟̍͒͗ ̘͔̺̻̹ͫ̽ͨͪͦͅͅI̪̺̜̭̰ͭ̅̍̓ͯ ̲̭ͯͫg͉̣͍͚̯ͩ̏ͧa̮̹̩͕ͣ̾͗ͫͯ̅ͅv̤̜ͭ̃͋͂ͭe͕̳̓̌ͯ͛ͪ̍̚ ̠̻̲̮ͫ̌ͯ̑ͅhi͖̎m̄̇ ̳ͬ͊̈́ͧ̇̀͛tͥ͛ͭ͋

h͚̮̹͕̝ͬͣ͗i͇ͣͣ̔ͪs̮̖̉̑ͪͬ͗ ̪̍͆̈́͆b͔̟ͭ̇̑̓̄o̙͗́͗ͫͩͣ̅d̞͓ͪ̂̈́ͯ͗ỳ͎͖͚͕̓̊̏ͅ!̯̬͇̬̺ ̩̰͈͗͊̔̊ͪÄ̗̑̋ͧ̏n̲͉̟̜̲̆ͪ͐d͔̻̠̍͒̈ ̥͓͙̠ͩͬͫ̆ͅI̿ͥ̏́͑ ͍͚͉͎̹̃ͫ̅w̯̦̠͈̯ͅo̯̭̟̭͌ͥ̿u͕̜̅̈̅̇l̻̠ͅd̀̾ ̭͎̟̠̝̖ͭ̀̾ͯ̇̍̔ͅb͍͆ͤ̿ͯ̒͗ͯḛ̤̟͎ͪ͒̋͂̓͌ m͍̆͋̈ͤͮ͒͆o̱̼̩̯͆ͫ͆̍̒͆̐r͎é̻͈̖̣ͥ͆̽͛ͧ͌ ̦ͧ̌ͮͥt̫̩h̟̐͒͒̚ͅá̝̮̗̰̤̟͚̔ͥ̇̉̀n̥̗͖͎̓ͩ͆͒͗ ̰̻̭̭͖̱̟̆ͣ͐̀̿̂̚h̟͉̞̮̭̒ͣͧa͉̳͑̈́̀ͫp̲͇̐̽̓̃̐̆p̙͕̠͌̓̉̌̏ͮy̋̄͛̅ ͎͊͒̓͌t̯̹ȯ͉̥̫̮̟͎̤ ̮͎̻̎ͭ̃̌ͪ̇̍t͇̖ͨͮͣa̮̮ḳ̠͍͎͕̖̣͐͗̐͗e͓͔͓̲̺͍͓͛̅̍̓̓̀ ͉̥̓̎͊ͥ̃i̳̼͒̉t͎͌̎ͤ͊̂̈ ͆̈̄ͨͬ̏̚a̟̯͉̝ͪ̚ẅ̹̣͓͉̖́ͅa̞̞̔ỹ̤̲̞̇̈́̂͆̍͌ ̺͖͖̆̀f̹̻̩̱̊ͨr͇͙̠͍̲͉̞̅o͎̘̱̝̱̼͛̂m̥͇̙̱̜ ̠̫̫̪ͦ̆̏h͂́̈̽ͣ͒ȋ̩m̾ͤͪ̍ͥ̆ͨ ͙̗̫͎̥̭͍ͣ̍͌͌͐̄i͓̭͇͎̎ͨ̇̒̽̊f̼͍̞̦̿̾̿

i͙̺͙ͮ͂t̞̠̱͕̱̙̾̍̍̎ ͖͚͈̑ͯ̎ͪͭ̇ͯw͎͑ͪ̆̉́̓ẹͧ̓ͨ̀r̮̱̦̻̜͑͋̎͐͗ȇ̓͗ͧ̋̍n̙͕̟͍̞̽́̐́̚’̘͓̩ͫt̳͙̞̣̘͇̱̓̾͑̾ͣ f̀ö͇͍̩̺͍̚rͫ̑ͩ̚ ͇͍̲̤͖̗̄̂̉̌͐t̺̺̲̣͍ͯ̂ͯ̐̈h̬͙ͭ͒̓̿̇̏̓eͫ͆̿̚ ̜̭̫̙͉͉͙ͨ͗ͯ̈ͥ̇̒f͇̖̣̒͋a͖̹̻͐̈́ͯͧ̅ͨct̜͛ͥͮ͊ͭ̅̓ ͚̹̬͈̏ͫ̔ͤ͒̑͒t̯ͭ̉͂̋ͨh̯͍͛̋̑͂ä̭̪ͪ̔̇̈t̙͖͕͔̼͓̘ͨ̉̅̂̌ͫ ͓͙̜̟̇̉ͦ̈ͥͨͅI’m͍̱̣̦̮͑ͤ̂̎̆̃̓ ̳̝͍̠̩̜̭̂̅̎̊ͩͥ̋s̮͂̒̾t̫̤̝̪ͨ̌͋ͮu̮̫͌̌͊̚c̖̩ͤͅk̲̎̌͑̿͊ ̻̟͛ͥ̆ͬͥw̝̩͉̃̔͌ͯͤí͙͎̔̈͒̓̚t͇̻̥̅h̞̰͐ ̹ͩĥ̅̅̓͒i̗̤͇̦̞͈̐ͯ̂̒̃̓̾m̍̓́̌̏͛͐

ű̺̭̫̭̠͛ͨ͌̉͆n̠̘̮̥̬͋ͅt̞̦̙̲̩̲̀ī͕̳͚ͮ͋͐l̻͙͔̇̓ͥ̀ ̦̘͗ͫ̉th͗ͯ̅ͨ͋̈́e͉̦̬̱̽̽̂ͭ̄̓ͣ ̯̰͔̝̺̉S̲̪͈̑͐̽̋ͩ̅́ṱ̮͈̗͊ar͎̮͕̳͕̯͙̈c̥̭̦̼̀̅̒̎̄h̖̜̬͍̐̾ͦͫ̈́i̝̦͕̭̪͒ͭͦl͈̙̭̬͈͉̱ͯͣ̋̿̆d̲̹̟͓̞ͪ͌͗ͥ̀ ̬̩̭͕͐ͯ̊s̮͇͍͔̣ͬ̇͋͑ͫ̚e̥͙p͎̳̙͈͈̱̉ͪ͋̐͌a̳̪̟ͧ̔̉r̼͙͍̞̍̈̾ͨ̔͑a͍̥t̬ȇ̟̞̙͕̮̩ͨͪs̬̯͉̼̥̯ ̝͙̩̝u̻̜͕͉͚̣s͖̗̫͙̍ ̊̎͗̃͒ͬo̩̮̙̘͑r̖͓̹͇͓̙̈̑ͧ̋ͭ ͍̺̻̻͆̊͗̿ḭ̞̱͈ͮͯ́ͅs͈̤͍̟̼͓͕̏ͮ̐ͧ̓ͪ̈́ ̮͖ͣ͌̈́̎͛d̘̻͕̩ͦe͓͉̥̝͕͑s̄̀͒͒̂ͯ̋t̠ͮ̓͐͗̃ͅr̥͈̝̼̈ͅo̭̗̪̲̳̿y̗͎̻͚͛͌̈́̐e̯͈̗̙̠ͧ́ͯͧd̜͍̾̆ͨͨ͗.͙̰͈̰͇̋ͦ͛ ̎̐̐ͪ́͐H̓e̟̰͕͚̮̯’̬͕͍̺͙̠̉͒̊s̗͕̮ ̞ͭ̐͗̎b̤̠̥ͅe̽̇ͮ̚e̤̋̔̅͛ñ̺͙͎͙̥̭͓ ̥̝͔̮͉͒ͣ͋̎s̙̓ͩ͊͊̔̎ȍ͔̺͇̘̺̯͖͂ͫ͆̅͆ ̬̝͛͑̚b͚̓̒̑l͐̍i̭̝̭̜̔̏͛ͥ̈́ͅn̻͓͔̿ͮd͛̃̈́̓̚ ̗̰͓͍ä̹̍ͬ̿̔l̜͚̔̄̎̈l͈̘̹͇̜̻̜̑ͮ̇ͯ ̯ͭͮ̍ț͚̥͓̓̑͗ͭ̾ḣ̺͕ͨͮė͈ͩ̅̊ͩ̑̀s͉̋͗e̤̮̞̠̓͌ͪ̄ ̝̱̱ͫͥ̓͑͐

y̬̬͚̤͚̿͑̃e͈̹̥̖ä͈̮̰́̽̂r̲͐̓̒̓ͯ̈́̍š̬͓̦̬ͅ,̦̳̘̜̲̪̌̉͒̈̂̄̔ ̻͎͉̘͍́̋̂̌͊t̳͈ͯ̽̌ḧ̦͉͍i̩͚͇͛n̙̼͐̓ͩ͐ͧǩ̘̺̪̠i̬͉̩̞ͥ͑̀ͭͣ̎n͚̖̘͚̪̽ͪ͐̓ͮ̑̔g͉̭͇̦̦̔ͮͧ͌ͯ̓͂ ̤͓͎̫̥̹̬ĭ̝̞̓̉ͮ̇̋̚t͈͓̬̗̖ͧ̓̉ͮͩ̚ ͚̣̜̣̊ͤw̦̱͈̥̓ả͉͔̖̗̝ṡ ̻͖̻̖̈́̋̐̅ͨ̚a̟l̼͛̽̔͂w̲̻̰̪̪͓ͅa̞̜̳̼͕ͣͅy͓̖͚̩̲̤̌͋͋ͅs̠̮̊ͩ̀̽ ͔̊ͫ̉́ͪ̿̍Ḫ̤͖͉̹͈̤̅͗̆̓͆͒͋a͛̀ͨ̓̍͌̑l̳̺̬͋̓̄͊!͉̮̬̗̺̦ ̇̒̐ͪẄ͍͓̿̆̈́e̟̣̯̜ͯͩͭ̒ͪ̚l͉̰̭̞̈́͗lͭ̔͛ ̪̪̤͚̌I̜͉̘͉̩̝̞̍ ̠͚̬̹̪̘̈́̔̏̚ͅa̺̥̣̮̱͗͊̐ͅm̝̣̙̩͛̉̃ͧ͛ ̫͎̖͉͛d͎͖͈͍͙͈̀̍͂ͥ͌o̜͚ͯ̎ͮ̅ͫ̆n̮͇̈́e̦̻̰̫̩̯͋̽̄̓͌ ̪͇͐w̭͍̱̼̠̑̈ͦͅi̜̘ͩ̆ͯ̌̚ͅt̯͈̳̯̐h̳̜̆͗̿ ͕̣̜̠̭̈́͒ͅs̹͈͇̩̩̊̉ͮ̈́ͅe̲̬c̜ͭͫ̈́̇o̞̣͕̥̻͊͐̓ͤ̉̋nͪͥ̈́͑̈d͇͓̤́ ̳̹̽͒́̀̅c͎̼̘̰͎̏͐ͭh͓̘͔̻͔͍̦̿̾̎͆ͭa̝̬̳͎͉̦̽̌̌ͧn̗̦̺̱͖͋c̙̲̟̰̺̪e̦̎sͯͭ ͉̹̝͂̈͗ͩf̜͕̯̦̠̙ͪͦ̿̐̓o͓̽̂ṟ̌̏

tĥ̹̩̯ͬ̂e̥̥̭̳͕̋ͤ ̫͉̥͍͇͛̅̓͒ͭS̠ͅt͕̹̟a̎̓ͮr̦̻̋̾ͦ͆̚c̝̜̣̰͍̞̏̏͛͂̿h̗̉ͧͪ̓̽ͥi̺̭̫̤ͦ̍͛͑̂̿l̥̜͍̙͚ͭ̊̈́̍d̯̈́̈́ͤͧ̈́͂̚,͎̬̲̼̠̑ ̼̪̯̬̰̱h̗̺͖̭̄ͭ̎͋ͫͫe̙̟̩̊ͨ͆͂̿ ̫͙̦̮̋̓͂̆m̳͚͛̈́̿ͨu͎͎͔̦̘̬̓̐̏ͩͪs͕̙̥tͩ̊ͯ ̝̗̦̹͑̅̾ͅb̭̪̜͇̮̳ͧͪ͛e͚̯͉̜̗̜ͥ͊̑ͅ ̙͚͇ͩ̾͂͗͌̾t͔̠̿̈e̹̗͔͓ṛ͑̿̚m̙͚͙̲͇͉͍̍̓ͣi̟͚̭̖̹̞͇ͬ̈̏ͩ̆n͈̭a̼͔̠͔̣͎͓t͙͎̜͉ͫ̄è̞̝͓̻̟͍̹͋ͪͤ̇̿d̤̣͎̦!̪̟̬͕͙͈̓́ͨ͌͌”

She started to back away slowly, keeping her eyes locked on it.  She had to think of a plan, and quickly so.  

"…I can help you defeat the Starchild."

He scoffed, “S̰͍ͪ̊̚u̗̖͌ͫͧͪ͗r̖͕̲͙̻̺ͥ͂͂̾e̺̋ͪ́ͤ̍̚ͅ!̙̼̼ͥ̌̔͗͋̚̚ " He said sarcastically.

icekingak47:

I KNEW IT WAS HAPPENING

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I KNEW IT WAS HAPPENING

Even if it may seem I only rp with a few certain people

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I am always open to rp with anyone else. Don’t be afraid to come ask me, or just jump into one of my open posts.

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8. “What happened to your face?”


She cried out in pain and let go, rubbing her shoulder and glaring at it, “I’m not asking for a goddamn ‘Starchild’ or whatever the fuck you- wait, Dave’s the Starchild?!” she said, looking thunderstruck, “What- what do you want with him?  What are you?!  Why are you inside of my friend?!”

"I̘̖͛ͬͬͯ̒̊ͬ’͑ͫm̅̇ͭͭͣ̒ͨ ̞̬̱͆n̺͋͗͗͑ͧo̗̖͚̠͈̟̎ͭt̫̜̼̗̾̈́̍̄ ̥̭̞̣͔͊ͨͅi̟̭̖̹͔̺n͓̳͎ͣ̏ṣ͌͐ïď̲̥ͩ̋̾̔̄ͫe̲̘͙͂̇̅ ̩̭̜͎̻̘͌̊͑̓ͤạ̱n̘̘͒ỳ͇̼͈͙ͬͪ̊̔͊o͕̙̤̹̓̃ͮ̆ͅn̯̲̫͈̋̌̀͑̂̊͐e̫ͧ̿͌!̮̯̺̜ͯͯ ͑̍ͤ̊̿̃̉If̗̮̣͗ ̗̣̘͍̻̜å̙̟̟̥̣͌ͅń̾y̬̼̪͍͚͂͂ͅt̜̯̙͕̘̳̭͑h̠͈͙i͋̎ͣ̇̾ͮͭn̺̦͕̘͓͈͙ͥ̈͑g͕̙̥̹͚͐ͨ̊ͮ͆ ͇͖̻̳̰̫ͪt͕͎̜̆h̹̮͗̎ỉ̟̪̠ͣͣ͊̅ͥs̳̤̮̜̱̎ ̗͙̔̈́ͬͦ̚ni͙͉̲͎̠̬̍̑c̹̩̺̙̻̃̓̚e͇̒̈́̇̒͒̿̎ŕ̙͉ͭͬ̄ͭ ̻̪̻̯̬̃̅̓ẖ̹̯i̐͒͑̾̓ͬm̬̤͓͔̠̣ͥ̆̋̆ͪ ̣ͣw̮͎͉̜̩̼̘̆͐a͎̖s̭̳͈͉ͤ̅͌ͥ͌ͅ ̥͙͍̮̻̝̄̾ͯ̉͌ĩ̘̗̚n͔̪̫̹͉͓̍s̜̹̄͆i͔͖͎̿ͭͤͣdè̩̤̥̳̞ͮͧ́ ͚̥̞̎ͩ̐͑͒̇̃m͖̬̦͉̝̙̔́ͪ͒e̫̭̝͂̍ͮ̈̆̾̏ͅ!̱̪̣̻̟̍͒͗ ̘͔̺̻̹ͫ̽ͨͪͦͅͅI̪̺̜̭̰ͭ̅̍̓ͯ ̲̭ͯͫg͉̣͍͚̯ͩ̏ͧa̮̹̩͕ͣ̾͗ͫͯ̅ͅv̤̜ͭ̃͋͂ͭe͕̳̓̌ͯ͛ͪ̍̚ ̠̻̲̮ͫ̌ͯ̑ͅhi͖̎m̄̇ ̳ͬ͊̈́ͧ̇̀͛tͥ͛ͭ͋

h͚̮̹͕̝ͬͣ͗i͇ͣͣ̔ͪs̮̖̉̑ͪͬ͗ ̪̍͆̈́͆b͔̟ͭ̇̑̓̄o̙͗́͗ͫͩͣ̅d̞͓ͪ̂̈́ͯ͗ỳ͎͖͚͕̓̊̏ͅ!̯̬͇̬̺ ̩̰͈͗͊̔̊ͪÄ̗̑̋ͧ̏n̲͉̟̜̲̆ͪ͐d͔̻̠̍͒̈ ̥͓͙̠ͩͬͫ̆ͅI̿ͥ̏́͑ ͍͚͉͎̹̃ͫ̅w̯̦̠͈̯ͅo̯̭̟̭͌ͥ̿u͕̜̅̈̅̇l̻̠ͅd̀̾ ̭͎̟̠̝̖ͭ̀̾ͯ̇̍̔ͅb͍͆ͤ̿ͯ̒͗ͯḛ̤̟͎ͪ͒̋͂̓͌ m͍̆͋̈ͤͮ͒͆o̱̼̩̯͆ͫ͆̍̒͆̐r͎é̻͈̖̣ͥ͆̽͛ͧ͌ ̦ͧ̌ͮͥt̫̩h̟̐͒͒̚ͅá̝̮̗̰̤̟͚̔ͥ̇̉̀n̥̗͖͎̓ͩ͆͒͗ ̰̻̭̭͖̱̟̆ͣ͐̀̿̂̚h̟͉̞̮̭̒ͣͧa͉̳͑̈́̀ͫp̲͇̐̽̓̃̐̆p̙͕̠͌̓̉̌̏ͮy̋̄͛̅ ͎͊͒̓͌t̯̹ȯ͉̥̫̮̟͎̤ ̮͎̻̎ͭ̃̌ͪ̇̍t͇̖ͨͮͣa̮̮ḳ̠͍͎͕̖̣͐͗̐͗e͓͔͓̲̺͍͓͛̅̍̓̓̀ ͉̥̓̎͊ͥ̃i̳̼͒̉t͎͌̎ͤ͊̂̈ ͆̈̄ͨͬ̏̚a̟̯͉̝ͪ̚ẅ̹̣͓͉̖́ͅa̞̞̔ỹ̤̲̞̇̈́̂͆̍͌ ̺͖͖̆̀f̹̻̩̱̊ͨr͇͙̠͍̲͉̞̅o͎̘̱̝̱̼͛̂m̥͇̙̱̜ ̠̫̫̪ͦ̆̏h͂́̈̽ͣ͒ȋ̩m̾ͤͪ̍ͥ̆ͨ ͙̗̫͎̥̭͍ͣ̍͌͌͐̄i͓̭͇͎̎ͨ̇̒̽̊f̼͍̞̦̿̾̿

i͙̺͙ͮ͂t̞̠̱͕̱̙̾̍̍̎ ͖͚͈̑ͯ̎ͪͭ̇ͯw͎͑ͪ̆̉́̓ẹͧ̓ͨ̀r̮̱̦̻̜͑͋̎͐͗ȇ̓͗ͧ̋̍n̙͕̟͍̞̽́̐́̚’̘͓̩ͫt̳͙̞̣̘͇̱̓̾͑̾ͣ f̀ö͇͍̩̺͍̚rͫ̑ͩ̚ ͇͍̲̤͖̗̄̂̉̌͐t̺̺̲̣͍ͯ̂ͯ̐̈h̬͙ͭ͒̓̿̇̏̓eͫ͆̿̚ ̜̭̫̙͉͉͙ͨ͗ͯ̈ͥ̇̒f͇̖̣̒͋a͖̹̻͐̈́ͯͧ̅ͨct̜͛ͥͮ͊ͭ̅̓ ͚̹̬͈̏ͫ̔ͤ͒̑͒t̯ͭ̉͂̋ͨh̯͍͛̋̑͂ä̭̪ͪ̔̇̈t̙͖͕͔̼͓̘ͨ̉̅̂̌ͫ ͓͙̜̟̇̉ͦ̈ͥͨͅI’m͍̱̣̦̮͑ͤ̂̎̆̃̓ ̳̝͍̠̩̜̭̂̅̎̊ͩͥ̋s̮͂̒̾t̫̤̝̪ͨ̌͋ͮu̮̫͌̌͊̚c̖̩ͤͅk̲̎̌͑̿͊ ̻̟͛ͥ̆ͬͥw̝̩͉̃̔͌ͯͤí͙͎̔̈͒̓̚t͇̻̥̅h̞̰͐ ̹ͩĥ̅̅̓͒i̗̤͇̦̞͈̐ͯ̂̒̃̓̾m̍̓́̌̏͛͐

ű̺̭̫̭̠͛ͨ͌̉͆n̠̘̮̥̬͋ͅt̞̦̙̲̩̲̀ī͕̳͚ͮ͋͐l̻͙͔̇̓ͥ̀ ̦̘͗ͫ̉th͗ͯ̅ͨ͋̈́e͉̦̬̱̽̽̂ͭ̄̓ͣ ̯̰͔̝̺̉S̲̪͈̑͐̽̋ͩ̅́ṱ̮͈̗͊ar͎̮͕̳͕̯͙̈c̥̭̦̼̀̅̒̎̄h̖̜̬͍̐̾ͦͫ̈́i̝̦͕̭̪͒ͭͦl͈̙̭̬͈͉̱ͯͣ̋̿̆d̲̹̟͓̞ͪ͌͗ͥ̀ ̬̩̭͕͐ͯ̊s̮͇͍͔̣ͬ̇͋͑ͫ̚e̥͙p͎̳̙͈͈̱̉ͪ͋̐͌a̳̪̟ͧ̔̉r̼͙͍̞̍̈̾ͨ̔͑a͍̥t̬ȇ̟̞̙͕̮̩ͨͪs̬̯͉̼̥̯ ̝͙̩̝u̻̜͕͉͚̣s͖̗̫͙̍ ̊̎͗̃͒ͬo̩̮̙̘͑r̖͓̹͇͓̙̈̑ͧ̋ͭ ͍̺̻̻͆̊͗̿ḭ̞̱͈ͮͯ́ͅs͈̤͍̟̼͓͕̏ͮ̐ͧ̓ͪ̈́ ̮͖ͣ͌̈́̎͛d̘̻͕̩ͦe͓͉̥̝͕͑s̄̀͒͒̂ͯ̋t̠ͮ̓͐͗̃ͅr̥͈̝̼̈ͅo̭̗̪̲̳̿y̗͎̻͚͛͌̈́̐e̯͈̗̙̠ͧ́ͯͧd̜͍̾̆ͨͨ͗.͙̰͈̰͇̋ͦ͛ ̎̐̐ͪ́͐H̓e̟̰͕͚̮̯’̬͕͍̺͙̠̉͒̊s̗͕̮ ̞ͭ̐͗̎b̤̠̥ͅe̽̇ͮ̚e̤̋̔̅͛ñ̺͙͎͙̥̭͓ ̥̝͔̮͉͒ͣ͋̎s̙̓ͩ͊͊̔̎ȍ͔̺͇̘̺̯͖͂ͫ͆̅͆ ̬̝͛͑̚b͚̓̒̑l͐̍i̭̝̭̜̔̏͛ͥ̈́ͅn̻͓͔̿ͮd͛̃̈́̓̚ ̗̰͓͍ä̹̍ͬ̿̔l̜͚̔̄̎̈l͈̘̹͇̜̻̜̑ͮ̇ͯ ̯ͭͮ̍ț͚̥͓̓̑͗ͭ̾ḣ̺͕ͨͮė͈ͩ̅̊ͩ̑̀s͉̋͗e̤̮̞̠̓͌ͪ̄ ̝̱̱ͫͥ̓͑͐

y̬̬͚̤͚̿͑̃e͈̹̥̖ä͈̮̰́̽̂r̲͐̓̒̓ͯ̈́̍š̬͓̦̬ͅ,̦̳̘̜̲̪̌̉͒̈̂̄̔ ̻͎͉̘͍́̋̂̌͊t̳͈ͯ̽̌ḧ̦͉͍i̩͚͇͛n̙̼͐̓ͩ͐ͧǩ̘̺̪̠i̬͉̩̞ͥ͑̀ͭͣ̎n͚̖̘͚̪̽ͪ͐̓ͮ̑̔g͉̭͇̦̦̔ͮͧ͌ͯ̓͂ ̤͓͎̫̥̹̬ĭ̝̞̓̉ͮ̇̋̚t͈͓̬̗̖ͧ̓̉ͮͩ̚ ͚̣̜̣̊ͤw̦̱͈̥̓ả͉͔̖̗̝ṡ ̻͖̻̖̈́̋̐̅ͨ̚a̟l̼͛̽̔͂w̲̻̰̪̪͓ͅa̞̜̳̼͕ͣͅy͓̖͚̩̲̤̌͋͋ͅs̠̮̊ͩ̀̽ ͔̊ͫ̉́ͪ̿̍Ḫ̤͖͉̹͈̤̅͗̆̓͆͒͋a͛̀ͨ̓̍͌̑l̳̺̬͋̓̄͊!͉̮̬̗̺̦ ̇̒̐ͪẄ͍͓̿̆̈́e̟̣̯̜ͯͩͭ̒ͪ̚l͉̰̭̞̈́͗lͭ̔͛ ̪̪̤͚̌I̜͉̘͉̩̝̞̍ ̠͚̬̹̪̘̈́̔̏̚ͅa̺̥̣̮̱͗͊̐ͅm̝̣̙̩͛̉̃ͧ͛ ̫͎̖͉͛d͎͖͈͍͙͈̀̍͂ͥ͌o̜͚ͯ̎ͮ̅ͫ̆n̮͇̈́e̦̻̰̫̩̯͋̽̄̓͌ ̪͇͐w̭͍̱̼̠̑̈ͦͅi̜̘ͩ̆ͯ̌̚ͅt̯͈̳̯̐h̳̜̆͗̿ ͕̣̜̠̭̈́͒ͅs̹͈͇̩̩̊̉ͮ̈́ͅe̲̬c̜ͭͫ̈́̇o̞̣͕̥̻͊͐̓ͤ̉̋nͪͥ̈́͑̈d͇͓̤́ ̳̹̽͒́̀̅c͎̼̘̰͎̏͐ͭh͓̘͔̻͔͍̦̿̾̎͆ͭa̝̬̳͎͉̦̽̌̌ͧn̗̦̺̱͖͋c̙̲̟̰̺̪e̦̎sͯͭ ͉̹̝͂̈͗ͩf̜͕̯̦̠̙ͪͦ̿̐̓o͓̽̂ṟ̌̏

tĥ̹̩̯ͬ̂e̥̥̭̳͕̋ͤ ̫͉̥͍͇͛̅̓͒ͭS̠ͅt͕̹̟a̎̓ͮr̦̻̋̾ͦ͆̚c̝̜̣̰͍̞̏̏͛͂̿h̗̉ͧͪ̓̽ͥi̺̭̫̤ͦ̍͛͑̂̿l̥̜͍̙͚ͭ̊̈́̍d̯̈́̈́ͤͧ̈́͂̚,͎̬̲̼̠̑ ̼̪̯̬̰̱h̗̺͖̭̄ͭ̎͋ͫͫe̙̟̩̊ͨ͆͂̿ ̫͙̦̮̋̓͂̆m̳͚͛̈́̿ͨu͎͎͔̦̘̬̓̐̏ͩͪs͕̙̥tͩ̊ͯ ̝̗̦̹͑̅̾ͅb̭̪̜͇̮̳ͧͪ͛e͚̯͉̜̗̜ͥ͊̑ͅ ̙͚͇ͩ̾͂͗͌̾t͔̠̿̈e̹̗͔͓ṛ͑̿̚m̙͚͙̲͇͉͍̍̓ͣi̟͚̭̖̹̞͇ͬ̈̏ͩ̆n͈̭a̼͔̠͔̣͎͓t͙͎̜͉ͫ̄è̞̝͓̻̟͍̹͋ͪͤ̇̿d̤̣͎̦!̪̟̬͕͙͈̓́ͨ͌͌”

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8. “What happened to your face?”


She tensed up, feeling the cold weight, but didn’t turn whip around to see.  Instead, she slowly turned, almost afraid of what she was going to see.

"Whatever you are, you’re no friend of mine."

"T̜̳̜ͭ̔ͮ̀̓h͎̄̏ͤͣa̭͎̺̹̮̺ͯͧ͊̆̆ͮͅt̩̟̭͈͓ͯ̾̚ͅͅ’̯͒ͣͣ͂̉͌ͮs͖̥̻̦̯̒̇ͅͅ ͐̐ͭs̬̮ͭͬ͊ͅa̺̥̗̦̤̮̣ͤͭ̋̊̐̅d̹͕̄ͥ͌ ̮̭̱̠̪͒͒̅̒ͣẗ̳̱͉͍̯̹̬͌̆o͓̺̯̙͉͙̯͛ ̦̖̻͚̘͚͒̏h̞̠̗e͈͖̫̼ͥ͗̈́͒͋ͥa̬͐̿ͣͫr̼͚͈̺̫ͭͪͭ̐ͮ. I̻̹̰͚͓̦̰̔ͤ͌ͯ̋̀ͬ ͤͥt̃̔̐ͬ̔ͧ̿h̞ö́ūͦ̉ͧ̋ͭ̑g̙͍̣̖͈̯͒h̰ͯͯ̃̆̉ͩt͙̫̱̟̜̭̩ͣͪ̔̾͛ ͎͓͓̟̫̠̓ͦo̪̾ụ̭̫̰̠̱̍̎̑͊͗̓̀r͙̥͖̫̹͛ ̭̼̟͕̲̯̖̈̈ͥ́̔̔f̪͇̳͓͚̳̂̒͑ͯͤͮͩr͆͂i͚̪̟̟̮̤ͭe̜̦̖̮̽ͧ̅͗̒͛ṉ̲̗̩̠d̟̭̱͖͚̆͗̈́̊ͣ̅̊s͔̝̦̱͇̫̱͂ͫ̆̐̋̀h͉̩͔͎͒i̥̟̯͊ͪͫ̌͛p̞̼͎̫̮̳̓͛ͅ ̲̗̤̦͖̣͖ͯw̠̜̹̱̗̺̫͂̈́ͧͬ͗ͪ͆a̟̦̙̮͓͔̐ͤ̽̏s̰̞̲̔ͣ̍̐͛̄̓ ̥̹̠̻b͙̳͖̘̗e͈͇͕̣̠̰̗̓ͧt̮̤̱̳͈̓͂̄ͦ̏ͅt̰͗̎͑͛͒e̯̹̩͈̜̋̒̃ͅṙ̺̳ ̗̼̩̠t̤̺̩̦̠̰̒ͩ̉̃̉ͣh̙̲̰͂͐ͥ̎̎̎͗e͍̲̬͂̋̐̊̓n̻ ̘̺̭̬͖͗͆̔t̤͉̫̩͔̟̙ͮ̍̋́̽h̲̮̣͉̲ͪ̿͗ͮͨ̉̓a̼̪͙͈͋̌̑̈́ͬt͍̭̄̽̐ͯ.̚"

"What are you?" she asked boldly, shutting her eyes, refusing to look at the thing, "What have you done to my friends?"

" Ỉ̙̰͉̙̍͌͆ͫ̊’̪̳͕͚͕̦̈́̉̏m̲͓͈̬̜̘ͮ̓́ͅ ͍̳͊H̓͋̓̿͌̾ā̝̼̞͈͍͒ͮ̄̽ͫͮl̘̫ͭ͆́.̭̱͓̬͕̬͓ͥͬͣ̎ͧͬ̃ ̜̀̾̚ͅĬ͖͖̌͐ͦͬ̀̃ ̌ͮ̐h̞̟͓̱̟̦̅̽̚ȁ͔̳v͈̱̲͈̐̔̈́̐ͥͮͣe͉ͫͥ̃̚ ̱͖̘̞̮͙͆̎d̳̗͆͑ͦ̂͛̀͒o̱͂n͓̙̩̗̣ͮ̂̒̒̐ͅe̱̝ͅ ̹̠̗̞̹̇͋͌̇͋͂̚n̥̜̺̰ͧ̓ͮͅo͎̥̺͒t̲ͪͭͥ̊͒h͈͍̫̱̪ͪ̌͊̓͆i̻͛ͦ̈́̚n̤̯͎͓̒g͈ͬ͋͂ ̺͉̺̐b͉̬͇͈͇̀ͫ̋ͮ̒ǘ̞ͯ̾t͇̺̠͒ ͒̏a͖̬̪̳̖̩̭w̤͇̍̎̄ȁ̗̯̠̪͇͈̟̍͌̃́ͮ͋k͈̓ͯͥ̈̐̈́e̞̞̩̲͕̹̿̂ṋ̣̳̘͚̳ͥͮͫ̂͐̐̔ ̯̼̙̯̘̿͒ͨa̹n̻̖̎̋̄̽̉d̲̭̱͍͈̓ͨ̂ͩ̍ ͖̳̙̠͉̳ͅr̹͉̮͕̿ͬͮͥ̑ͣ̎e͎̦ͫͩ̍ͦ͐s͈̬͋̋̐ͤͥ̏uͮ̄̓͌̋m̥̪̙̫̣̝ē̥̩ ̘̝̣͈̠̝̩̃̋̓̈́̽͂̚m̬̻͗́͋͊̓ẙ͚̤̬͔̮͇̉̓͌ͪ̂̚ͅ ̺̠̣͔̯̲̯ͭ̃͂d̲̯̮͂̏u̯͈͚̖͙̼̥͆̃͂ͨ̈́t̫̱̗̪͕̞̀ͧ̓i̻͙̟̝̯̙͆͒̂͊̊ͅe̖̞͉͖̣ͅs͙̘͚̣̋͊ͬ̅̇̊̚.̅̎̒͛ "

"You’re not Hal.”  She reached up and grabbed the hand by it’s wrist, facing the thing full on and snarling, “Where is David?”

"T̪͉̀͂h̜ͦ͐̀e͎ͣ ͔͈̻͍͈́̄S̭̱̬̳̏ͧt̩͆ͪ̔ͭa̱͇̱̔̓ṟ̘̯̟̑ͤͦ͒ĉ͐̀ͩ͐̈́̄h̙ͤͅi̝̤ͦ̐̅̏̾ḻ̩̟ͩ̈́̅̉ͧ͊d͚̱̓ͨ̂̐́ ͎͎̦̲͔̜̒̔ͩͪ̅i̟̙̠̬ͪ̉͌̆̆̔̇ͅs̫̯͍͙̥͚̦̈́ͣ̒ ̲̫̫͎͆s̤̺̳̾a̟͎̜̮͔̠̞ͧḟ̻̣͓̦̗̮̥͊̋͐̔e̯̤̲͛̑ͭ͛̏ ̙̖͎̯͇̄ͮ̊͛w̳̯̬̯̌̇́i͎̘͊̅̐ṱ͛̅h̗͈̤̾ ̥͈̣̜̦̊͐̓̎m̖̔ͫe̻̰̩͚̼̥.̩̳ͫ͑͛̓ͭ̇: He twisted his arm, making hers go with it.

Dave and I are getting married.

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8. “What happened to your face?”


She tensed up, feeling the cold weight, but didn’t turn whip around to see.  Instead, she slowly turned, almost afraid of what she was going to see.

"Whatever you are, you’re no friend of mine."

"T̜̳̜ͭ̔ͮ̀̓h͎̄̏ͤͣa̭͎̺̹̮̺ͯͧ͊̆̆ͮͅt̩̟̭͈͓ͯ̾̚ͅͅ’̯͒ͣͣ͂̉͌ͮs͖̥̻̦̯̒̇ͅͅ ͐̐ͭs̬̮ͭͬ͊ͅa̺̥̗̦̤̮̣ͤͭ̋̊̐̅d̹͕̄ͥ͌ ̮̭̱̠̪͒͒̅̒ͣẗ̳̱͉͍̯̹̬͌̆o͓̺̯̙͉͙̯͛ ̦̖̻͚̘͚͒̏h̞̠̗e͈͖̫̼ͥ͗̈́͒͋ͥa̬͐̿ͣͫr̼͚͈̺̫ͭͪͭ̐ͮ. I̻̹̰͚͓̦̰̔ͤ͌ͯ̋̀ͬ ͤͥt̃̔̐ͬ̔ͧ̿h̞ö́ūͦ̉ͧ̋ͭ̑g̙͍̣̖͈̯͒h̰ͯͯ̃̆̉ͩt͙̫̱̟̜̭̩ͣͪ̔̾͛ ͎͓͓̟̫̠̓ͦo̪̾ụ̭̫̰̠̱̍̎̑͊͗̓̀r͙̥͖̫̹͛ ̭̼̟͕̲̯̖̈̈ͥ́̔̔f̪͇̳͓͚̳̂̒͑ͯͤͮͩr͆͂i͚̪̟̟̮̤ͭe̜̦̖̮̽ͧ̅͗̒͛ṉ̲̗̩̠d̟̭̱͖͚̆͗̈́̊ͣ̅̊s͔̝̦̱͇̫̱͂ͫ̆̐̋̀h͉̩͔͎͒i̥̟̯͊ͪͫ̌͛p̞̼͎̫̮̳̓͛ͅ ̲̗̤̦͖̣͖ͯw̠̜̹̱̗̺̫͂̈́ͧͬ͗ͪ͆a̟̦̙̮͓͔̐ͤ̽̏s̰̞̲̔ͣ̍̐͛̄̓ ̥̹̠̻b͙̳͖̘̗e͈͇͕̣̠̰̗̓ͧt̮̤̱̳͈̓͂̄ͦ̏ͅt̰͗̎͑͛͒e̯̹̩͈̜̋̒̃ͅṙ̺̳ ̗̼̩̠t̤̺̩̦̠̰̒ͩ̉̃̉ͣh̙̲̰͂͐ͥ̎̎̎͗e͍̲̬͂̋̐̊̓n̻ ̘̺̭̬͖͗͆̔t̤͉̫̩͔̟̙ͮ̍̋́̽h̲̮̣͉̲ͪ̿͗ͮͨ̉̓a̼̪͙͈͋̌̑̈́ͬt͍̭̄̽̐ͯ.̚"

"What are you?" she asked boldly, shutting her eyes, refusing to look at the thing, "What have you done to my friends?"

" Ỉ̙̰͉̙̍͌͆ͫ̊’̪̳͕͚͕̦̈́̉̏m̲͓͈̬̜̘ͮ̓́ͅ ͍̳͊H̓͋̓̿͌̾ā̝̼̞͈͍͒ͮ̄̽ͫͮl̘̫ͭ͆́.̭̱͓̬͕̬͓ͥͬͣ̎ͧͬ̃ ̜̀̾̚ͅĬ͖͖̌͐ͦͬ̀̃ ̌ͮ̐h̞̟͓̱̟̦̅̽̚ȁ͔̳v͈̱̲͈̐̔̈́̐ͥͮͣe͉ͫͥ̃̚ ̱͖̘̞̮͙͆̎d̳̗͆͑ͦ̂͛̀͒o̱͂n͓̙̩̗̣ͮ̂̒̒̐ͅe̱̝ͅ ̹̠̗̞̹̇͋͌̇͋͂̚n̥̜̺̰ͧ̓ͮͅo͎̥̺͒t̲ͪͭͥ̊͒h͈͍̫̱̪ͪ̌͊̓͆i̻͛ͦ̈́̚n̤̯͎͓̒g͈ͬ͋͂ ̺͉̺̐b͉̬͇͈͇̀ͫ̋ͮ̒ǘ̞ͯ̾t͇̺̠͒ ͒̏a͖̬̪̳̖̩̭w̤͇̍̎̄ȁ̗̯̠̪͇͈̟̍͌̃́ͮ͋k͈̓ͯͥ̈̐̈́e̞̞̩̲͕̹̿̂ṋ̣̳̘͚̳ͥͮͫ̂͐̐̔ ̯̼̙̯̘̿͒ͨa̹n̻̖̎̋̄̽̉d̲̭̱͍͈̓ͨ̂ͩ̍ ͖̳̙̠͉̳ͅr̹͉̮͕̿ͬͮͥ̑ͣ̎e͎̦ͫͩ̍ͦ͐s͈̬͋̋̐ͤͥ̏uͮ̄̓͌̋m̥̪̙̫̣̝ē̥̩ ̘̝̣͈̠̝̩̃̋̓̈́̽͂̚m̬̻͗́͋͊̓ẙ͚̤̬͔̮͇̉̓͌ͪ̂̚ͅ ̺̠̣͔̯̲̯ͭ̃͂d̲̯̮͂̏u̯͈͚̖͙̼̥͆̃͂ͨ̈́t̫̱̗̪͕̞̀ͧ̓i̻͙̟̝̯̙͆͒̂͊̊ͅe̖̞͉͖̣ͅs͙̘͚̣̋͊ͬ̅̇̊̚.̅̎̒͛ "

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