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shit, let's be grimdark.
EB: h̶e͠e͠eey.̸. you.
EB: i'm not sure what to think about all of this yet, mun.
EB: it's kind of weird, i don't think i've e͊v̈e͒̽̈̓rͩ̃̏̀ͦͪ ͐̚hͬ̾̎ͪ͑̔́ā͊̋ͬ͒͒d̏ this many friends before!
EB: but it is sort of ha̷r̡d͝ ̡to̧ l͠is̸tén̸ ͠to them if they
EB: all talk at once
EB: all͜ ̀the T̵I̷ME̶
EB: W͏̢͜H̵͝Y͏̨̨ ͘͢W̵̶O̴N͝͡͞'̨͟T̨ ̀͡T̢H̴E̸͞Y̧ ̵̸̶B̢͜E͡҉̀ Q̡͑̃ͮ̀Uͮ́́Iͭ̀ͫ̂̏ͭ̚Eͥ̐́͡͝Ţ̿͑
EB: quiet qui͝e͜t he̛re ̢i͝n ̀th̵e̢ ͞dar̷k̡, it̡ ͘s̴ure ͢is a̧wf͜ully̸ qui͘e͘t m̨ośt̡ ̧o̷f ̢the̡ t̡ime.͟
EB: it's just me and my friends here now, and i think it's
EB: really
EB: hurts
EB: I M̔̋̽͐͏̸Ę̃̌́̏͢͜ȦͮͦN̑͌͒͌̊̓ͯ̏ͭ҉͘
EB: it's fun! oodles of fun. barrels of fun. you guys are oh so t͘ot͢al̕ly͡ ̸j̡e̛a͠l͠o̷u͘s o̧f̀ ̢t̕he͡se fưc̶kin͢g̸ mega̷ton̴ ̧level͏s̨ òf͢ pain
EB: F̴̘̼̬̱͚̯͕̘̗͈̭́Ư̴̷̴̜̘͖̳̝̱̖̤̳̫̗͚̩̥̻͜N̸̢̼͉͖̙̬͘͘ͅ
EB: we are having.
EB: so great.
EB: i
EB: help me͔͎̤͍̯̪͙̫̠̻̠̙͚͍͓̲̹̰
[lack of courier is due to the nature of glitched-up text, sorry!]
EB: i'm not sure what to think about all of this yet, mun.
EB: it's kind of weird, i don't think i've e͊v̈e͒̽̈̓rͩ̃̏̀ͦͪ ͐̚hͬ̾̎ͪ͑̔́ā͊̋ͬ͒͒d̏ this many friends before!
EB: but it is sort of ha̷r̡d͝ ̡to̧ l͠is̸tén̸ ͠to them if they
EB: all talk at once
EB: all͜ ̀the T̵I̷ME̶
EB: W͏̢͜H̵͝Y͏̨̨ ͘͢W̵̶O̴N͝͡͞'̨͟T̨ ̀͡T̢H̴E̸͞Y̧ ̵̸̶B̢͜E͡҉̀ Q̡͑̃ͮ̀Uͮ́́Iͭ̀ͫ̂̏ͭ̚Eͥ̐́͡͝Ţ̿͑
EB: quiet qui͝e͜t he̛re ̢i͝n ̀th̵e̢ ͞dar̷k̡, it̡ ͘s̴ure ͢is a̧wf͜ully̸ qui͘e͘t m̨ośt̡ ̧o̷f ̢the̡ t̡ime.͟
EB: it's just me and my friends here now, and i think it's
EB: really
EB: hurts
EB: I M̔̋̽͐͏̸Ę̃̌́̏͢͜ȦͮͦN̑͌͒͌̊̓ͯ̏ͭ҉͘
EB: it's fun! oodles of fun. barrels of fun. you guys are oh so t͘ot͢al̕ly͡ ̸j̡e̛a͠l͠o̷u͘s o̧f̀ ̢t̕he͡se fưc̶kin͢g̸ mega̷ton̴ ̧level͏s̨ òf͢ pain
EB: F̴̘̼̬̱͚̯͕̘̗͈̭́Ư̴̷̴̜̘͖̳̝̱̖̤̳̫̗͚̩̥̻͜N̸̢̼͉͖̙̬͘͘ͅ
EB: we are having.
EB: so great.
EB: i
EB: help me͔͎̤͍̯̪͙̫̠̻̠̙͚͍͓̲̹̰
[lack of courier is due to the nature of glitched-up text, sorry!]
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it's almost five in the morning and i cracked up when i read that
EB: terezi, you are not making a single
EB: L̤ͅI͓ͥ̇̏̏̒̈͟C̹̻̿͝K̜͂̇̂ of sense.
EB: hehehe.
EB: i̴͉̰̳̼̻͉͙̻͚̅̍͂ͣͧ̒ͧ̐ͣ͂̒͒̊̍͞͝͡ ̛̖̼̫̪̺͎̝͚̫͈͍̯͍̠͎̬̉̅͒̂̓̄́̅ͦͥ̉͗͑̋͆ͦ͑̃ͦ̕͢͢c̶͙̭̲͍̱̳͕̟͎̬̃͋̐͋ͤ͟ȧͨͯͪͬ̿ͧͭ̃͂ͪͥͩͩ̅҉̵̗̭̣͎̖̙̫͚̞̫n̶̹͔͙̼̲̦̤̟̦̭̍ͭ͐̍̆ͥ͂̍̓͡'̴͍̝͖̤̹͙̟͈͉͇̘̪̻̩̲͐̈̐̏̄ͬ̌̀̚͝t̐̂̽̀͂̓ͬͥ̑͂͛͌̓̚͏̷̨͓͕͎̥̥̲͎̥͉̹̖̞͉͢ ̶̛͉͓̥̲̻͖̼̩̬̯̤̫͕̪̣̻̦ͬ̔ͤͩ̀̾ͪ͌̂̕s̢͑̀ͥͦ̿ͯ͐̔ͣ̐͠͏͜҉̫̣̘t͚̫̹̘͎̪͇̩̦̯̲̺̱̘̬̙̳̣͙̔͑ͩ̽̍̑̎̋ͪ̆̅̑͋̃̓̕͢ő͊̏̅͐̈́ͮ̽͛̎͊ͮ̓͋̆̃̐҉̴̲͍͉̖͉̼̦͚̱̲ͅp̄̍̍ͭ̂͒͑̏̇͊͠͏͘͏̴͚͚̳ͅ
XD
JOHN WHY DO3S YOUR FONT SM3LL L1K3 BLU3B3RRY 4SH3S
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EB: you should stop tͦ̾͑̍ͣ͋ͫa͘l̡ͧ́ͮͦ̄k̀̈́͒͗̐̂ȋ̌nͤg.
EB: i should m̋ă̸̡̻͉̯̯ͨͯ͗ͯ͡k̞̯̲̺̰̟̋ͦ̇̚e̞͖͔̫̰̊ͯ̽̿͛͛͐͐ you stop talking.
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P3RH4PS 1F W3 W3R3 ON TH3 S4M3 P4G3 W3 COULD BOTH PR4TTL3 4BOUT SOM3TH1NG, 1NST34D OF NOTH1NG
1 DOUBT W3R3 FROM TH3 S4M3 T1M3L1N3
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EB: i m҉i̷gh͟t b͜e̸ m̴ov̶e͞d t͡ó ̕t̛ry ͝a lii͘i͘iii̶it͘t̕l̢e ̸h͘a͠rde͏r̀,̡ t͘h̸o͡ugh, j̨u͘st̷ ̨f̨ór̷ ͘yơu̶.
EB: so̱̝te̩̠ll̘̪ me̲̘͍.
EB: in your timeline
EB: is j̴̤a̡̤̝̹ĉ̆͛ͮ̃ͧ̉ͫk͒͋̈́͗̾̇͊ͨ͒̚̕͠͞҉͕͍͉̤̖̝̘̙̙͔ dead?
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NO
FUCK WH4T D1D YOU DO
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EB: i̢ wo̕n't te̸ll ̶you͟ ̷wha̷t i'v͞e͜ dơn̡e͜.͘
EB: b͢ut͜ i̧'̨ll ̡t̴ell ̴you͠ ̛wha͟t͏ i ̸wi̵l̷l ̷do.
EB: I̡̞͕A̸M͔͈ GOING̠ ̱Ţ̶O ̹Ḱ̦I̹L͚̫͔͖̣͎L̨̻͈͕ ͚̥̺͎͙̰͞J̠A̶C̘K̛̻̫̖̕ ͎̝̤̩͚̗̹̕͢Į͎̼̙̗͔͎̝͕́F͕̗̲͇͜͞ ̪̟I̱͚̞̜ͅT҉҉̬̗̝̺̬̭̦͖͢ ̸͎̙̫̮I͖̙̦͇͇͕S͇̥͉̀ͅ ̴̙̼̭̩͜T̡̩̣ͅH̷̝̘̤͔́Ȩ̴̤̤̭͉ͅ ̹́͟L̡̜͓͙͙̳̣͓Ą͈͍̺͘S̢͉̖͉̬̳̱͝T͓̫̥̝͜͝ ͙͖͓͡T̴҉̦̬̣͚H͉̪̞Ì̷̸͎N̺G̲̖̰̝̩̀͘ ̧̳̣̜̱̺͜I̤̯ ̴͙̲͔̩̹͔̟̺D͚̹ͅO̟͔̞̱̦̤̰.̷̺̺͙͓̕
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MY JOHN W4S FUN TO TROLL 4ND YOUR M3 PROB4BLY F33LS TH3 S4M3 W4Y
SH3'LL M1SS YOU, 4S W1LL YOUR HUM4N FR13NDS
UNL3SS W3R3 4LL D34D 1N YOUR T1M3L1N3 1 GU3SS
GOOD LUCK
(4ND WH4T3V34 GO3S DOWN, 1 HOP3 1T F1X3S TH1S 4SH TH1NG YOUV3 GOT GOING ON)
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EB: we
EB: ẁ̛ę̴̷́̕ ͘d̵̴̀i̵̸͏d̴̀͘͡͠ ̴̢҉̵b̷͞҉̢͟a̶̵d̸̷͢͢ ̷̀̕t̸͟h̷̴́͟͡i̷̡͢n̵̨g̴̢͘͟s̶̵̛ ̶͢t̶̴͘͠ò̵ ҉̨̡͟͞h҉̡͟e̶͢͡͏r̡͡͡ ̵̡҉̵̨w̴̢̕é͝͝ ̸̕d̷͠i͏̢͜͠͝d́͢͟͞͡ ͢͢͏̀t̸̵͝h̛e̸͘͘͢ ̀̕͞͞ţ̧́͞͡h҉̷̸̕r͢҉̸ȩ̴̸͘è ̴̷͡o͜͝f͟ ̨̡͘u̴̵s̢͏̸ ̷̨҉̶́w̨͡e҉́҉
EB: we
EB: we're not
EB: we're not like yo̶u̷ pat̷heti͡c s̛a̸p̢s ̡a͢nym͟ore!̢!҉ ̢w͟ę'rę ́g̡o̸i̧n̕g̕ t̴o t͠a̵ke d́o͟wn͞ ́j͏ac̨k͜ w͝i̡th o͏u̴r͟ n͡ew͝ ̷f̢rien̵ds͟ an̢d it͝'s ̡goín͏g ͡t͢o͡ b͡e aw͞esom͜e.͘
EB: we don't need any luck, either!
EB: i've already got aa̩aaa̴̴̺a͙͉ͅa̷á̝̭͉̺l̢͕̻̠̲̤͇̠͠l̷̺̝̖̪̝̤͎̬̕͘ of it.
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WH4T D1D YOU DO
>:[
(TH4T W4S R3TOR1C4L, 1 KNOW YOU 4LR34DY S41D YOU WOULDNT S4Y
BUT FUUUUUCK DUD3)
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YOUR3 G3TT1NG MOR3 OF 1T
1NF1N1T3 LUCK
YOULL N3V3R STOP G3TT1NG MOR3 >:]
4ND WH4T3V3R YOU DONT US3 FOR F1GHT1NG J4CK, US3 TO FIX TH3 4SH TH1NG
S3R1OUSLY
YOUR TEXT TASTES UNW3LL >:[
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EB: m̡ąyb̕e.
EB: wa̡t̡ch ̶yo͞u̢r̛ ҉b̀a̢ck͢
EB: an͢d yo͝ur fro̷nt!̛ :)
EB: but i literally have all o̡f it͏ ̶alŕe͡a͟dy!͢ y̵ou͢ ̕coul̶d ̧say th̢at͟ th̨e͠ ̢lͪ̉̃â̶̑d̨̈́ͯͭͧ̈́͂͆̈́́̔̈̐̄͑̓̑̏ͣ̐҉y ̍̿̂̊̈̀͗̓̓͠҉҉̧ȍ̧̧̀ͩ̌ͪ̌͛ͭ̍̄ͬ̌͌͒f̧̛̛ͥ̈́ͥ̈̒̈́̂ͭ̀̚ ̵̡ ļu̐ck is on my side.t̴he ̶t̴hi̢e͜f̸ o͠f̴ ̵ļuc̸k.͡ ͢thé l̸ad̨y͞ ͏o͘f̵ ̨light͜. heheh̕è.
EB: but ̀i ҉g͢ues͏s̢ i ͞s̨hould th̡a̴nk y͠ou ̀f̷o̷ŗ ̸wi̴s̶ḩi͟ng͏ ͡m͏e͞ ̶mór͢e!̨ ͢b̢ut̀ ̧i͝ ҉t͡hink̸ y̛ou̷ ́mi̴g̴h̸t need̀ ͏it ḿo̵r̴e҉ fo͠r͏ y̶ourseļf͠.
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1 TH1NK W3 UND3RST4ND 34CH OTH3R
F4R3W3LL TH3N, JOHN
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EB: b̛e c̀areful, ̨t͠e̴r͜e̴źi!͡
EB: it̴'̧s͝ ͘pre͏tt͏y͢ ͜d͚̠̘a̴n̠̲͔͈̞̬̩g̣̣̠̠͙͓̟e̯̬̳͕r͈̺̻̙̥̜̞o̘u͏͕̪s͚͚̙̺̺ͅ o͝u̕t̀ t͡here̷.
EB: i wouldn't want you to get h̵̨̝̥͇u͙͍̞̲̖̝͕̼ͅr̭͔͙̭t̬̤̫̳͇͝͞ͅ!̢̻̥͓͜
EB: heheh͡
EB: e̷̢̝̪̻̖̲͈͖̝̣͘͝h͟͞҉͉̳͈͈̮̤͍͉̦̹̠͇͈̥͎e̵̵̡̛͍̠̳͖͈̦̬̟̺̫̫̫̞͢h̛̥̗̲̫ę̨̺̟̲͖̟̗͕̜̼̳̼͉̱͘h͟҉̡̰̯̦̪̼̰͖̤̜̳̼̳̝̩̥̖̳͡e̴̢̖͔̱̼̟͔̪̻͈̜̹̘̙̻̩͢h̢҉҉̨̘̩͕͈̰̠̙͔̪̻̹͉͉̪͎ͅe̷̫͎͓̤͙͓̹͔͈͢ͅḫ̶̣̻͔͎̗̭̗͇̝́͞e̶͝͠͏̛͕̙̯̦͇͍͈ͅͅ.̷̫͓̤̹͍̖̦ͅ
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[Really, what else can she say? She can just smell that he's tripped over a line he should never have been anywhere near. She's torn between wishing justice on him and just hoping he'll be happy. She's leaning toward the latter, despite what she's sure now he's done, and it's disturbing her a little.]