Stoic Slacker's Links
"Oh, her? Cute I guess. She says she wants to help but how can she help me?"
"He's so mysterious...and seems sad. Well, he says he can't feel anything, not even joy, so...I wish to help him as best as I can!"
"Oh, a writer. Wish I could enjoy books but I don't have the span for it. ...Even short stories don't stir anything from me. Sorry, man, I wish I could enjoy them..."
"Black seems to like him, I have no idea why when he freeloads a lot. It's...weird. But there's something off about him, like...he's hiding some dark secret. A tragic backstory? Hm..."
"...Don't even get near me."
"Ah, this one? One of the experiments concerning emotions. I think my God told me it was a success? Haven't seen him since I dropped him off, though."
"Oh. Them. Him? Her? Eh, whatever. At least they give me free food, surprisingly..."
"...You really don't care anymore, do you? Here, eat. You need it..."
"...Aw sh- I remember that. The Hanahaki experiment...he made me see it. To not feel the secondhand pain...I grew numb. I can't feel anything now. But damn, you're still alive...?"
I...Don't really know much about him....He seem to know me...But I don't remember from where?...I'm sorry...Can we start again?
"...Oh god...what happened to you...?"
"Huh, I think I remember this guy. Let me see...yep! He was supposed to have his emotions taken away! I think it went well? But I haven't seen him in those places...did Malice let him go? Eh, well, can't complain, we never really did talk. Still, I wonder if he really is emotionless now?"
"Broken, huh? Don't remember you too well specifically but I do know you suffered a bit. Oh, a bully now? Eh, whatever, you can do whatever to me."
"...A living curse? That experiment description I do not understand. But your pain, I remember. God, I'm so hungry, but you...you can't eat anymore, can you? Hey, Allu, are you alright? I don't remember my name...but I remember you and your pain. I hope you're better..."
"...You can't remember anything, even though you are not a Dropzilla. That's terrifying...I can remember a bit, just not my name. But you...you can't remember anything, can you? I know you were a failed experiment. But god, I don't understand any of this..."
"Also an experiment. Does he realize? I'm not sure. Your heart, though, a bomb, man that's a way to go if triggered. Honestly, if I had that, I would have let it explode... But I know you're stronger than me. And me, right now, I don't care. I swear. I don't care..."
"Oh, I think I remember you. Yep, definitely. Your experiment...what was that evil bastard thinking...?"
"...Another...you...hurt... Ow...hurt..."
"...I think I remember you. Your body changed. I was drained of emotion. I would rather have a changed body than a changed mind. Emotions...I want them back..."
"An experiment like me at one point. To get rid of emotions...to not feel. I would love that to be honest but instead my body turned into water. I wonder where you are now? Did you die?"
"...Huh. I can remember the experiments. But I don't know if I can remember you. ...A bit familiar, yes. Hm. I wonder... How are you connected? I can see it in your eyes that you are a fighter, but... Well, eh, won't judge. Imma just go."
"The experiment to destroy emotions. Apparently it was a success...I don't know if Malice is still using it to torment others. But I know for a fact he can get bored. And you...you are definitely living a better life. Be careful, okay? And do not drag anyone else into this mess..."
"...A blood moon...holy cow. That...stirred a thing. Foreboding, something ill...I feel sick thinking about it. ...I think I recognized the cause. Those scars...the Black Market. ...I need to keep an eye on her, from what I heard she destroyed so many... I said I wouldn't. I said I would never be involved again. But after seeing that...I have to. Thank god Ghostly and Black never saw it...if they had...they'd be in big trouble..."
He has...cold eyes..like mine. I can't tell what he's thinking at all and that's scaries me....He hates me? He's bad? He's wanting to get me? I don't know....I don't want to fight...
"Ah. There. Found you. ...Oh, a protector. Huh. ...You also...strip. Okay, let's talk. Y- Oh geez. Oooh geez. Hi Ribbon. Wh- You're messing with her. You're messing with her. You're messing with HIM. Hey, stop, just stop! Hey man, you okay? O-Oh geez you're getting angry um HEY STOP- THERE'S MORE OH GOD HEY MAN LET'S GET OUT OF HERE THESE FANBOYS MESSING WITH YOU ALL I SWEAR. CRAP."
ARGGGGGGGHHH!! I WILL KILL THEM ALL!! I SWEAR I WILL BURN THIS PLACE DOWN WITH THEM ALL INSIDE IT!!! I'LL REALLY KILL YOU ALL---- ah wait--it has that guy that is...friend of the ribbon guy?...he doesn't seems interested on my master so I'll spare him of my anger...
"Incoming transmission. Sending...hey. Stoic here. Just having a ball experimenting, don't mind me. We're just studying things, come on. ...Ugh, shut up about those experiments. I hate them, them doing it to us. Those were not experiments. Those were torture. An effective method to kill our hearts. Even now, Father, dying in his sleep, even now, his light, dying in his eyes, even now, just holding his children as his stomach growls for love...even now even now even now he is tormented. I hate it. And I will continue to stain my hands, thanks. I don't care if we're all like this, we all agreed. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. And they agree too. I love them all, I do, I'll keep staining my hands for them. ...Even if they fall, we will fall with them. My family, I will not let them die. I will be a shield for them so they will live happily. ...I don't know, I'm dying too. They're so nice...but I'm tired of not having a nice time. ...You know what I mean. I hate my words. I just want to sleep at times...okay shut up about dancing I love dancing but I can't write now okay? Already, you dancing, a wonderful dance, would you like it, as he would say? He's dying even worse, I feel, he's still here...he's barely hanging on. And I know she's here but the fact she cannot love him as she is...oh. Oh she is? Lovely. She's weird. She's so w- oh my god not Father. Pffft. I should cut it off. He's going to love this, heheheheheheheh. ...He better be okay, he's dying as we speak."
"Incoming transmission. Receiving...good, you're here. Stoic Slacker, is it? Nice to meet you. Even now, you're doing well to study everything. As much as you hate being experimented on, at least you have fun doing something else. Just like her. Just like him. Just like them. Why do they love to study the dark arts so? Like you. Like everyone else. Just to save. Only to take hatred. Gears whirring, grinding, even now, you die from it. Even now...like me...haha, you're fine. See? We're fine like this. Calm and composed, I am a wonderful dancer at times. But this body, scattering, collapsing, dying, even now...I'm still dying. I will not die now. I'm still here. I'll still be here for a bit. ...I hope everything will be alright, but I do need these toxins to support it. Even while traveling...gears whirring, turning, she's typing, she's typing, even now, Father's words, how I love them! Even now, even now, even now- he's going to kill me oh god STOP LAUGHING HOLY SHIT I AM GOING TO DIE AND HE CAN HAUNT ME WELL. Okay. Anyway. Talk to you when he's done. HELP."