𝐈𝐋𝐘.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀| 𝐈𝐋𝐘 | | 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐘 | fandomless oc ❝ The apple seldom falls far from the tree. ❞

“Dead? You’re special, then, huh? Wassup, old man? Who are you?”

“Fuck old people and their ugly, wrinkly faces!”

Lancer’s Theme from Deltarune plays!! It’s literally the only think I can think of when I see these two.

Sticking her tongue out and offering a brief gagging sound, Ily laughs. “Yuck, don’t get prune-y!” This man doesn’t even know you, Ily, be n i c e . “Getting old is for losers.”

“Oh, Adam...” Long, slow inhale through her teeth in a guilty hiss? Yeah. “You—Yeah... Yeah, you’re not a raisin. Um. Moving on swiftly!”

“Yo! You don’t have to be a raisin to see everyone die!” A snort.

“Fuck Valentine’s Day. I always skip it, but I think I’m gonna take my bad self out for dinner this time. Because... why the fuck not?”

hehehe grrrrr

“Ew— You’re so gross, Toto. ...Toto gross-o?”

“...Who—?”

“I feel like slam-dunking someone’s head into concrete.”

*breathes chaotically*

“Huh? Oh!” With a laugh, the anomaly pulls her sleeves up to show Unus her metal arms. “My dad replaced my limbs with robotic ones. Or—like, bionic—? Either way, he was trying to make it so me and my brother couldn’t... you know, rewind things so easily. My legs are metal too!”

“...You’re not very talkative, huh, Unus? That’s okay, you’re like my duckies. They talk even less than you do... ...Either way... hi! I’m Ily— spelled I-L-Y.” There’s clicking sounds of metal as she waves to the self-proclaimed time god.

“...Do you— Did you know Thirteen? Are the— Are you different? Damn, I should have gotten dressed up for the occasion! I smell like shitty 2040’s fast food right now, I’m sorry—“

Blink. Blink. “Time 𝘨𝘰𝘥? What’s that supposed to mean? Do I need to bow?”