“I'm here for you. All who have been abandoned, forgotten and abused by those they once loved. I understand loneliness. I'll help you, save you from your pain.”
Forgotten, alone, somewhere...
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A terrible fate...
...a terrible fate...
...a terrible fate...
...a terrible fate...
...a terrible fate...
...a terrible fate...
...a terrible fate...
...a terrible fate...
...a terrible fate...
...a terrible fate...
"Ssssssssssh, Let's keep it quiet. Quiet until the imp comes along, be here soon. He may be here soon...maybe?"
"No. Not at all... Foolish, foolish hopes."
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"Blood and fear...
Blood and FEAR...
BLOOD and fear...
Blood AND fear...
BLOOD and FEAR...
BLOOD AND FEAR!!!"
"Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick..."
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump...
...I can hear it. Can't you?
It will give you such a nauseating headache, it will soon be all you can hear.
souls, to regenerate himself and gain back his previous God-like power over madness and chaos...Maybe, just maybe that'll work?
@TheHappyMaskMan
his abilities almost gone. He called out to the tall linky Salesman, somewhat recognising his frame from behind, but there was no answer. Not even an acknowledgement... He needed something to communicate. He needed his power back but how would he gain such strengths? Perhaps»
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galore but one stood out, it's shape and carvings unique, it's eyes deep and full of a strange magic...
Majora came back into consciousness, groggy and not entirely sure what happened. "Huh!? Where am I?" It questioned rhetorically while in a panic, his power felt drained and»
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laughter.
The last three days seemed to pass by so quickly but also, somehow, felt like they were on a loop, going around and around again at the whim of someone truly determined. Hitched up upon the tall man's backpack were a plethora of masks, all shapes and sizes and colours»
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The moon was high in the sky, back where it belongs, as the Happy Mask Salesman determinedly marched through the Lost Woods on his way back to Hyrule from Termina, he hummed a tune and spoke all sorts of nonsense to himself which was occasionally broken up by mindless bursts of»
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"Congratulations..?" The mask said, uninterested in the boys threats and seemingly crazed ramblings. teapawt.net/MegaloMarch/status/942…