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[epicandsocool]

Well, hey there, Miss Mun. I, uh, see you're lookin' at some games there.

...tell you what, how about we lay out some ground rules. Now, I don't know where you got this idea that I'd be "great at horror games", 'cause let me tell you - hey. Hey, get away from there. That ain't funny.

Are you listening to me?

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[mybackstory]

It's like talkin' to a wall most of the time, if not all the time dependin' on what you want to talk to them about.

[awfulsentimetal]

What he said.

[Mundanes are jerks, okay. Just look at his.]

[mybackstory]

What we said?

[This will never not be strange, other him. Never.

Also yes, all the mundanes are jerks.]

[awfulsentimetal]

Yeah, that.

[Nope. Never not strange.]

[mybackstory]

[Spine you're crazy, talking to yourself like that.]

At least I can agree with myself.

[awfulsentimetal]

[Seeing things, too. At least there's no feather boas involved.

...Right?]

I'd be worried if you couldn't. We couldn't. This is never gonna not be confusin', is it.

[mybackstory]

Nope.

[... Right. No feather boas 'round here.]

[epicandsocool]

[Leans away from his mun - why'd you have to bring that up?]

[mybackstory]

[Stay away from the profile. Stay far, far away.]

[awfulsentimetal]

[CAN NOT UNSEE.]

[mybackstory]

[I TOLD YOU TO STAY FAR, FAR AWAY DARNIT.]

[epicandsocool]

[Because mundanes always listen to these things, right?]

[mybackstory]

[Right. In dreamworld-where-they-don't-put-us-through-horrible-things-land.]

[awfulsentimetal]

You're kiddin'. Another one wants to put one of us in a horror game?

[He's totally great at horror games don't listen to him.]

Dig your heels in, it's gonna be a long fight.

[epicandsocool]

...do I even wanna know what they've been doin' to you?

[awfulsentimetal]

One word: Malfunction. And I'm not talkin' about our dancin' partner.

[epicandsocool]

[He rubs a hand over his forehead, looking pained.] I'm really not likin' the noise she just made...

...you gonna be okay over there?

[awfulsentimetal]

I'll get through it.

[He's got an idea what his mundane has planned and he doesn't like it one bit, nope.]

We always do.

[malfunctionbot]

How m-many o' ya are there?!?!?

[epicandsocool]

Looks like three or four. Guess I must be pretty popular.

...I'm startin' to think that's not a good thing.

[malfunctionbot]

Pretty s-s-shore I've seen like five or six by now. [A snort of steam with that twisted metal pout.] Too m-m-many in my opinion.