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dear_mun2012-04-01 01:01 am
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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!]

throws a once-ler at you for lack of more relevant dw-based muses
lmao i still need to watch that movie!
EB: maybe͞ i͞t's ̶y̴o҉u ̶t͟h́a̕t do͠ès̵n'̸t lo͘ok̷ ͝s̴o̕ goơd̕!͜
it's really good aaaa... imo anyway. :'D
I just like striped pants, okay.
[And there goes the point, sailing way over Oncie's head.]
a lot of my friends seem to enjoy it! perhaps i will get around to it. uvu
[Give him a moment. You're sort of not doing the whole cowering-in-fear or regarding-him-in-a-dubious-manner routine that John's gotten used to at this point, good sir.]
EB: i don't think that the pants really matter??
EB: that's just ş̷̱̳̝̞̪̦̭̗̤͚͋̍̍ͨ̅ͩ̽͋͑ͤͫ͊̄̃ͭͤ͑̀͠͝ẗ̵̴ͪͧ́ͮ͜҉͍͕̲̦̬͙͚̭̗̪ưͩͫͥ͊̈́̐̀ͧ͊͛̈̊͞͞҉̲̪̥̥̠̯͇̖̱̫̬̞͖̼̺p̨̪̱͇̬̯̳͍͂͂̌ͬ̽ͤ̇ͮ̄ͦ̓̕͢͟i̢̛͇̯̱͚͎̇̓͌̎̊ͭ͠d̨͔͙̙̺͌̈́̽͋̈́͟.̵̯̳͎̹̖̘̹̮̮͖̻̗̇̆̄ͤͧ̊̽
EB: i
EB: stupid, i̴ ͜me̛an͘. bleh.
well i'm not one to be pushy! but if you do, i hope you enjoy it :>
Oh. Well, then. My point still stands. You look like you fell in a pool of sludge.
i hope i will, too!
EB: i͟ thín̛k i'̡ḿ b͡et̸t̢e͢r ͏th͝an̵ ͞i͠'̨ve ̛been͠ ͘ín ҉à whìle, ac͏t̴u͡a͟l͞ly̛!
[His head tilts a bit to the side, grinning ear to ear. It doesn't look quite right, though, as if his cheeks are stretched out a bit too much.]
EB: m͔̪̜̲͙͖̻͕͚̗͔̙̪ͦ̊ͪ̒̏̂̏͗͂̄̎̒̓̽ͅu̟͚͖̫̣͚̠̣̭̺ͧ̋ͣ̽̇ͪͥ͊̿̌ͬ͗͗͑̚c̱̘̠̺̃͑̎ͦ͋̈́ȟ͚͙̻̰̺͔̼͍̬͓͉͖͐̓̎̅̾̄ ͓͙̳͔̰̭̯̘̗̫͙͔ͬ͂͊ͦͯ̈́̄ͦͅb̻̹̪͔̹̣̩͔̙͎͚̊ͫ̀̑͊͗ͮ͂e͍͇̭̤̫̫̗̜͓̼̞̝̻̹̩̊ͭ̿̔ͨ̒ͩͥͪ̃ͧ̉ͯͦ̆ͣ̉ͫt̗̖̩͎̝̙͔̬̩̥̜͙̪̲͑ͥ̄̓̅̄̊̾͆̊ͨͅͅt͔̳͍̩͔̠̗̪̹͈͇͖͇͛̈́̅͆̓ẻ̻̟̲̳̪̬͍̻͙̗͖̩̲̆̑̂̂ͥ́͑͌r̩͉̟̦̖͇̬̘͛ͭͩ̄̔ͨͬ͗͐ͥ̍̊ͬ̌̈ͭ̍ͫ́.
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You don't sound it. [Pause.] Are you a ventriloquist? 'Cause I swear I just heard whispering or something, but... [Nervous laughter!! Ha ha ha totally calm nothing is wrong here.]
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EB: you ̛can͝ h̙̩̪̻ͭe͚͈̝ͩ̒ͦ̚a͙̥̿̂͒̅ͩ̾̂rͭ̓̐̈́̍̚ them, too?
EB: you͘ sh̡o͘u҉ld͏ ̵l̴ìs͘t͢e̕n̢,͝ ͡y͘oư know.̡
EB: they have such l̲͎͉̠͇̘͕͕̠͖̟̗͉̝̞͔͎o̘̺̲v̪͍̠͕͚e̯̩̱̼̱̺͖̦͕͖͍͓̗̲̠̙̗l̟͍̭͓y̼̣̬̗̬̪̖͔̺͉̻̦͉̣̲̘͚ voices.
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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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Fuck they're everywhere.
Hey kid, seriously distort the text to unreadable levels if you want me to remove their presence for a while. I promise I'll give you something even better to kill Jack.
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[That's the only part of that he's picked up on.]
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[Talk about a one track mind.]
I'm just as strong as he is if not stronger.
The only thing is you have to let me remove your "friends'" presence from your head.
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EB: i͘ ̧c̢àn̡'t͏ ͡jus͠t t͏e͠ll͜ ͡them͞ ̸to͝ ̴g͏o͝ awa̴y,́ ̕t͏h̸a̢t͝'s̨ to͘t͜all̸ý ŕud͘e̛. :҉/͝
EB: besides
EB: i ̛do҉n'̀t ̀t͡h͘i̡ńk ̛t̨h͞ey ̕l͏i̵ke͜ t͜ḩat̢i̸̶̡̪̦̖̠̙̘̖̺d͏̷̷̱͔̥͇͈̣̮͎̪̼̘̀́e͓̺̖͜ȩ̣͙̞̱̤̮̕ͅe̛̻̞̣͈̼̣̯͖̲͎̹͚̰͈͉͟͡ę̷͓͕͍̪͚̼͉̬̥̰̝͕̱̞͈͍͈͘͢ͅȩ̵͘҉̲͚̺̼̫̦̱̗̺͠
EB: d̶͘͜͝d̀͏d̸̷͟d͘͜͟͏d̸̴̡͠ȩ̵̛e̶͡
EB: a̛͟͠a̶͞͞҉a͏͠a̢̢͟a͏͟͠͞a ҉̨͓̺̹ ̫̖̩̼̀ ̫̰̥͡ ͕̦̟͕̰̻̲̲̕ ̵̴͙̫̘̦̬͔
͙͡ ̕ ͙͚̗̮͖ ̠͠ ̸̣͉̘̼̘ ̖̪͓ ̷ ̭̹̤͔̰ͅ ҉̞͈ͅ ̶̥̖̠͖ FUCK
EB: fuck
EB: ugh sorry, that happens sometimes! when they get ąn̢gry,̧ t̶h̸e͝y̛ ͡kìn͏d͡ of ̸g͢o a l̸i͏tt͘l͜ę n͟ut҉s.̕
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I can make it all go away you know. Just one little sign and they won't be able to touch you.
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EB: p̧l̀e͜as͝e҉ ͜don̢'t̴ m̵ak͞e m͟e hu͠rt̸ yo̡u͡ to͘o.
̴͎̪̮̼̖͇̯͖̼̤̯̦͇̕͞ ̷̶̨͖̬̫̺̻͚̹̮̣̦̥̠͕̜̮̜͔ͅ ͓̭͕̤̺̣̹̭̠̟͡ ̡̩͓̞̹͉̗̣͉̤͙̞̮͈̹̗̲̗̺͜͡͡ ̵̨̥̠̤̩̖̗͖̥̞̯́͜ ̴̡̜͖̱̖͍͓̫̣̰͙́͟͜ͅ ̶̴̠̩̟͓͙͖͎̱͍̪̩̥̮̣̳͇͍͜͠ͅ ̸̴͉͔̰̮̯̩ ̷̷̨̰̱̬͈̖̘̙̖͈̞͔̭̞̯͙͕̟͉͡ ̸̝̥̲̳̜̱͖͠ ̴̢̣̺̠̩̲̥̤͇̪̭̙̣̰̘̻͍͕̱ͅ ̡̨̙͇̠̱͖̣̜̙̞̗͡ ̨̨͈̟̼̫̖̱̺͇̝ͅ ̢̨̯̖͖͈̰̳̖͔̪͎͓̼̞̖̩͍͖̣͜ ̧͙̖̪̞̤̼̮̳̟̳̕͜͞͝ ̸̛̖̫͖̪̫̺̞̯̳̦̘̕ ͢͏͈͓͍͡ ̢̺̗̪̥͕̰̦̯͉̠̮̱̗̖͉͡ ̴̨͔̦̮̙̟̳́͞͡ ̥̲̝͎͍͟͝ ̧̛̟͉͈͍̟̦̣̰̩̜͎̞͔̼͙̯̲̭̫́͝͝ ̷̹̰̣̙͚͘͝ ̴̢̥͚̗̜̻̹̼̪̲͈̳̦̳͔͉͔̝͍̕ ̶̢̝̗̦̰͘ͅͅ ̷̗̱̯͉̣̞̙͇̖̜̞̟͕͇̙̭̩͘͡ͅ ̵̨̱͈͙͇̭̥̜̠̙͎͙̩̮̩̫͢͠͞ ̵̧̘͉̠̪͓̥͔̰̗̙̲̯̞̘͠ ̵̬̮̫͈̕ͅ ̸̷̧̡̢̤̮͉͈̹̰̺̰͓͎͉̰̖͓̣̰̹ ̛̩̲̳̳͇̝͉̭̱͍͇̲͜͝͞ ̧͢͠҉̹̭̙͚͙̱̯̺̩͙̳̙̱̥̞̠̯̖ ̷̢͇̖̗͓̤̫̺̱̞̀͜͡ ͏̻͖͉̦̖͇̞̫̬̠̹́͝ ̬̦͇̗͕̫͖̣͚̞̜̻͔̳͘̕͝͡ ̵̛̛̝̳̭͔̯̮̖̩͎̲͇́͢ ҉҉҉̘̻͓̫̘̪ ͉͍̝͇̜̘̙͎͔͚̺̬̘̣͉͜ͅͅ
help me help me help me help me
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[His voice turned darker though it wasn't directed at John.]
You heard the boy, you're out.
[He rushed to John and gripped his shoulders tightly.]
He's mine now.
[No sooner had he said that would John fell the relief of his Grim-darkness draining away. He was going to be human again.]
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EB: n̷̏͡o̴̔͋̕ ̐̎ͤ͋̎ͧͧ̒n̎̄ͮ͂͒̍͋̾̋o͊̿̽̅̉̕͢ ̶̨̓ͬ͊n̨̉͛̐̍̔̚o͗̉̊̐̾̾ͥ̓҉͢ ̅̎̊̂̀ͦ͆̐͝n̢͂̎ǫ̴ͮ̾̃̉̕
you
you c̛̭̦̞̯̳̟̯̥͍͇͜ͅa̸̢̛̠̰̤̖̯͍̠̤͖̯͜͢n̸̞̘͉̙̥̙͚̹̪̩͍̦͘'̨̛̥̻̝̕͞͞ͅt͏̢̬̲̦̝͖̟̲͍̣̩
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̸̧̛͆̉̊̓̌̄͞ ̷̴ͨͬ͂̀͛ͮͥ͑̋̓̈ͯͨ͛̂ͬ̐͏͠ ̵̷̡̂̅ͤ̆͆ͩ͗̽͒́ ̢͆́͌͋̓̒̓͗ͭ͒̽͊ͥ̓͞͏ ̷̛̌͂̀̅ͬ́ͬͯͨ͛ͫͦͪ̽͒̌̾ ̅́̌̄̎͑͋̉ͣ͑͂͗҉̵̨͏ ̧̧̃̐̇̋͞҉͝ ̇̀ͯ̑̿̓҉̨ ̷͗͂̌͒͗̊́͘͢ ̧̐ͣͩͣͬ͗͌͒̀ͥ̍ͬ̏ͧ͠ ̧̐̇ͥ̑ͫͮ́ͨ̿ͪ͗̚҉͠ ̾̈́̏̏ͨ͌͢͝ ̧͊́̔ͥ͂̿̿͏ ̸͐͌̂̅̚̕͏ ͂͌̄ͫ͒̓͒͂̈́̾͑͑ͭͬͫ̾̅̂͏̴́ ̸̧̔ͤ͗̊̿̾̿̍̑͡͡͞ ͭ͊̉҉ ̨̈́̊̓͛͌͛͊̈́̃̔̄ͦͦ̆̄ͩ̀̚͟͝͡ ̨ͧ͋̉̃͗̏͞ ̴ͥ̃̌̂ͬ̋̽͘ ͂̒ͧͯ̈́͂̊̂̾̕̕ ̑̒̆̆̋̿͝ ̸͂̔̃̐ͬ͂̾͋͑ͬ̀́ ̸ͤ̏͊̏̂̇̒͟҉ ̡ͤ̀́̂͊̀ ̵̷̋̅ͫ̓̋̓ͪ̉̍ͩ̂̍͌͗ͪ ̡͆̇͋̄̍̀͢͢͡͞ ̷ͣͫ̅ͦ̔̅͛̎ͧͭ̓̀͏̸̨ ͦͮͯ̉̑́̈ͥ̓ͪ̑͏̧͘͝
You Can't Stop Us Forever
Back We Will Be Back
The Heir Is Ours Now
We Will Return
̶̴̝̣̲̖̰͈̪̣̫̼͕͔̜̩̕͞ ̡҉̜̭̠̪̫̫͖ ̰̺̪̜̝̦̕̕͟ ̸͡͝͏̣͚̥̲̫͕͉̻͚̰͈̲̳͠ͅ ̛̛҉̟̤͖ ̀҉̧̪̙͕͔͔͜ͅ ̷̶͚͖͔͈̕ ̢̲̹̤͍͚̜̱̘̱̺̭́ ̷̢̙̪͇̞̥̝͇͜ͅ ̸͏̺̯̬̤̬̞̳̜̱͈̭̹̮̣͙̱͘ ͏̛͏̶̨̦͈̫̠̭͎̪̟̼ ̸̵̢̢̯̠̳̭̰͙ ̷͜͢͞͏̹͓̯̱̮͓͓̣̻ ̨̛͇̲̻͚͓̭͝ ̸̢̢͏̩͓̞̥̙̫̪̩̪̲̮̭̺͙ͅ ̧̢̻̗͔̭̹̘̫̀͟͞ ̶̢̻̭̲̗̲̝͖̬̘̦͈̲͉̤̭͔͎͘͡ ͏͏̭̭͇͔̰̻̼͟ ̛̼̖͍̦̞͇̝̱͖͈͓̱͈̳̱̳͎͖́͢ͅ ̸̷̳͓̦̝͙̟̰̮̗̠͎̤̩̤͢͞͞ͅ ̴͜͟͡҉͎͇̬͚ ͏̥͍̙ ̥̖̱̘͖͔͓̥̘̗̠̰̤͡͠ ̧̛͢҉̤̺̱͔̥͖̦̰ͅ ̵͔͕͍̲͖͚̠̭̼̹̭̠͙̮̙̟͝ ̨̛̭̠͎͈̳̜͖͔̼̬̥͕͘͞ ̡̧̲͚̩̖̲̲̠͠ ̴̨̘̥̻̬͖̞̙͈̣̪̖̜͎̦͖͇͓̲͘͠ ̵̼͈̩̜̭̺̣͓̠̮̥͝
[In a great rush of flowing dark, the waves of shadows billowing around John's form spiral up into the air, curling and coiling until they've vanished high above their heads. John himself falls limp, passed out, the sickly grey tone of his skin fading slowly, the white draining from his hair to leave it as black as it's supposed to be. But something isn't quite right, not yet.]
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