Ayato And Baizhu Looks…Familar Ngl

It took you several long moments to figure out that the sound you could hear ringing through the air, was coming from your front door, so long it had been since anyone had visited you here.

Bewildered, you carefully sat down your latest work, before drifting over to your cluttered entrance way and peeking through the crack in one of your mismatched windows. Though the sight that greeted you only confused you even more.

Giving into your curiosity, you finally unlatched the brass handle of your heavy old door, absently wondering when the last time you had bothered locking it properly, had been, though the fleeting thought was quickly dismissed in favour of more pertinent questions. With a gentle and practised heave, the tired old hinges gave a muted creak, the weathered wooden door slowly bowing to your will and opening obediently. An action that allowed you to finally take in the sight of your unexpected guests in full.

A strange mix of excitement and wariness filled you at the sight of them, the feeling bringing a bright and welcoming smile to your lips as you pondered the strangeness of it all. 

It had been at least two hundred years since anyone had stumbled upon your homely little cottage after all.

Oh, maybe a moor?

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Lost in the Pages~ I’m thinking of doing a series of these with different settings like grassland, forest, etc. What would you like to see?

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THIS KINDA MAKES SENSE????? I SAW A PICTURE OF SOFIA AND I JUST MADE THE CONNECTION???????

I just...... cannot compute...

Thoughts???

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... You were in a dream.

The realisation hit you, the moment you became aware of yourself and your surroundings. Ironically, it felt like you had just ‘woken up’- snapping back to reality. But you couldn’t have been more conscious of the fact that this reality wasn’t yours.

You still felt like you were dreaming. Partly. It was hard to think, there was still that signature disconnect between your head and your body. And yet... you could feel things you didn’t normally feel in a dream, sensations that were usually either muted or entirely gone. Was this what lucid dreaming felt like? You'd never been able to do that before. You’d never woken up, and immediately known with every fibre of your being that you weren’t really ‘awake’.

... You looked up. There was a small table before you, draped in a spotless white cloth, and decorated by a single lit candle. Very gentle piano drifted through the air, jazzy and slow, like you were in the middle of a nice restaurant... two chairs pulled up on either side of the table.

... Someone occupied one of the chairs.

He was a skeleton. A tall skeleton, his bones were slick and dark, bluish black as a midnight sky, with the faintest iridescent sheen like the shimmer on a bubble or an oil spill. He looked as if he were made of tar. A clean smile of ice white teeth... one eye, a powerful, electric cyan blue, the other socket covered by that same tar-ish substance.

... He was wearing a suit. You didn’t expect that. A nice suit, it outlined him well, it made him look well-proportioned and tidy. Somehow, the liquid of his body didn’t stain the white cuffs or collar. Dream logic? You had no clue.

Were this any other situation, you probably wouldn’t have reacted as... calmly. But because you were in asleep, your mind felt far more forgiving of the bizarreness of the situation. Sure, a skeleton with inky bones and one glowing eye was waiting for you at a table set up like a date. Why not? You'd had weirder dreams.

That, and...

... Well, his face looked so... gentle. He simply stared at you, with a low smile, like you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. The candlelight flickered against him... he had a nice face. Strong curved cheekbones, a pretty defined jaw. His skull was handsome in a regal, timeless sort of way.

Your cheeks felt hot.

“ah. finally.” His voice was silky, low, and dark. Very pleasant to listen to, and exactly the kind of voice you expected to hear from a creature that looked like him. “i thought you’d never sleep.” 

... You looked down at yourself. You were dressed for a date- an outfit you definitely didn’t normally wear. 

“... come on, now. don’t be shy. i’ve been waiting for you.” He said, sweetly, patiently. “come sit with me.”

...

Well. It was just a dream, right? So you had nothing to lose. You shuffled over to the table, sitting down opposite him. His grin lifted, the flickering candle played with the shadows on his face... the gentle piano continued.

“i’m sans.” He shifted his elbows onto the table. The black parts of his suit, although it was clearly fabric, very faintly had the same iridescent sheen as his bones. “don’t worry, i already know your name.”

“... You do?” You asked. Was that something you needed to worry about?

He chuckled. The sound was handsome. “of course. it’s only a dream, right?”

“... Oh. Yes, right.”

Remembering that this was a lucid dream gave you a strange sense of... confidence. It made your chest puff up a little, it brought your hands out of their curled position on your lap, the anxieties you usually always carried finally melting off. Warm confidence flooded your system- he was right. You didn’t have to be embarrassed, or scared, did you? This was your dream, wasn’t it? You could do whatever you liked. Man, lucid dreaming was great.

‘Sans’ gained a slight twinkle to his beautiful blue eye. He kept looking at you like you were everything- it was making you feel warm. Important.

“i know it’s a boring question. but do tell; how was your day?”

“... Slow.” You replied. He had such a nice face. This was a nice dream. “Very slow.”

A knowing look. “sometimes a slow day is better than a frantic one.”

... You let out a little laugh. He leaned a fraction closer to you. “Yeah, I guess. I’d take a slow day over the kinds of days I normally get.”

“what would a normal day be, for you?”

“Like you said. Frantic.” He had instantly put you at ease. His dulcet tones, his impeccable sense of dress, his gentle aura... despite the fact that you were having a conversation with a skeleton, it felt like you were talking to an old friend. “I work a lot. Then on my few days off, it feels like I’m so exhausted I have no energy to spend on anything other than recovery. It sucks.”

“i think you aren’t alone in feeling like that. today is far too fast-paced.”

There was suddenly a wine glass in front of him. And in front of you, too. An expensive-looking bottle beside the candle, in the middle of the table- Sans picked up the bottle, offering it to you.

“shall i pour you something?” He asked, invitingly.

... You paused. “I... don’t really know if I should...”

“come on now.” He purred. “it’s a dream, right? you won’t have a hangover. when will there ever be a better time to have something to drink?”

“... Pft.” You felt... kinda silly for saying no. “Oh, alright then. I guess you’re right.”

Sans grinned. He poured you a generous serving, the liquid was a beautiful tyrian purple, and once he stopped pouring the candlelight in the wine made it appear as if your entire glass was filled with ruby. He filled up his own glass as well. It was good wine, too, it was exactly to your taste.

“... What is this, by the way?”

“... wine?”

“No, this.” You gestured around. “Are we on a date right now?”

“of course.” He placed his glass down and chuckled. Sans had such a warm gaze, despite the cold blue colour of his eye. It almost looked... adoring? He hadn’t stopped staring at you since the moment you woke up in this dream.

“Why?”

“because you’re wonderful.” He knitted his fingers together, using them as a cradle for his head. The ends of his phalanges looked sharp. “and i think you deserve a good date. none of those terrible, thoughtless outings you’ve been on recently.”

“How do you know I’ve been on dates?” You asked, but teasingly, drinking a bit more. Of course he knew, this was your dream. His eye flickered to your lips as they touched the rim of the glass, but they returned to your own eyes so fast you couldn’t tell if you really saw the movement at all.

“those fools don’t know what they’re doing. who tries to take someone back to their parents’ house on a first date?” He looked like he still couldn’t believe it. “despicable.”

You snickered at that one. Who wouldn’t?

“They weren’t so bad.” You said, softly. “Rough around the edges, sure. But they meant well.”

He leaned a little closer again. Every time you laughed, he seemed unable to stop himself from drawing nearer. The space was getting more and more intimate.

“you’ll realise how terrible they were when i show you how good dates can be.”

“I’m sorry, but...” You traced the rim of your glass. “am I going to get any more context on who you are? Or are you just too mysterious?”

“i’m nobody important.” He said, reaching the wine bottle across the table again and refilling said glass. “i haven’t any ulterior motives, dear, if that’s what you’re afraid of. i just want to get to know you.”

... You liked the way he said ‘dear’. It made you feel warm again. You swirled the wine around the glass, admiring the strange colour- huh, funny. Even though this was a dream, you could still feel that familiar sensation of being tipsy.

“... This is nice.”

“yes.” He murmured, gazing at you through a lidded socket. “it is.”

“I don’t really want to wake up.”

His eyelight flashed.

“... now. don’t go saying things like that, dear. someone might think you’re serious.”

///---///

You woke up with a lovely, soft, cosy feeling. Right down to your core. Far from your usual stuffy, too hot/too cold awakenings, the bed felt like a pair of arms around you- a comfortable pair of arms that made the thought of just closing your eyes and slipping back to sleep again all the more appealing.

...

You rolled onto your back, staring at the ceiling. Morning light was seeping through the curtains; as nice as it sounded, you couldn’t really go back to sleep right now. The day was starting.

... You could almost still taste the wine. You almost felt like its fuzzy warming effect was still thrumming through your body. And, in your mind’s eye, you could still see him- looking at you, smiling, like you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.

“i just want to get to know you.”

...

... Sans, huh?

///---///

“hello again, dear.”

The same feelings of ‘waking up’. The same knowledge you were dreaming. And, when you opened your eyes... the same skeleton in front of you.

No suit, this time. Just normal clothes, all toned as black as his bones, sharing his faint iridescence.

... This dream wasn't set at a table. It was on a sunny street corner, in a musical-looking city, bright blue sky and quaint cafes surrounding you, bicycles and colourful pedestrians and trees on every inch of available pavement. People busied past both of you, like you weren’t even there- like there was nothing strange about a large, ink-black skeleton holding the hand of a bewildered human.

... Holding your hand. You blinked, looking down... his midnight claws were entwined with your fingers.

You looked back up at his face. “Sans?”

He grinned, evidently delighted you recalled his name. There was so much you didn’t know, in his eye, so much he understood but you didn’t.

“surprised to see me? i said you i’d take you on more dates, didn’t i?”

Yes. You were very surprised. It took you a few moments to gather the words, mouth opening and closing again, dumbly.

“... I-I just... it was a dream.” You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. “My dreams don’t normally...”

“repeat?” He squeezed your hand gently, brushing his thumb over the back of your palm. “perhaps they do. perhaps they just weren’t worth remembering before now.”

You flushed at the casual touch. “I didn’t expect to see you again.”

“well." He tilted his skull. "are you the good kind of surprised, dear?”

Again, yes. But you didn’t seem to need to say it, judging by the delighted softness his smile took on.

“... Where are we?”

“you're so cute. paris.” He replied, amiably. “i took the liberty of finding the nicest looking side. it’s a charming city, certainly... but not all of it is this pretty.”

“... I never thought I’d...”

“... be able to go?” His voice was a disarming, lulling purr. “i told you. i want to take you on real dates. we can go anywhere you want- anywhere at all. time and distance are no issue.”

“Why?”

“i said so before. i just want to get to know you.”

... You looked around. At the beautiful streets. You could hear people talking, smell baked goods and coffee. It was so romantic... so unlike anywhere you’d ever been.

...

“Could... we go somewhere high up, when the sun goes down?” You asked. “To see the lights?”

... A small laugh left his chest. Like your question had an incredibly obvious answer.

“... of course we can.”

///---///

Sans, whoever he was... he was quickly becoming a staple of your life. 

He kept his promise. He took you on dates. Wonderful ones, hopelessly romantic ones- strolls through starlit woods, picnics on hills overlooking the ocean, scenic boat rides through canals and rivers alike, city tours that felt so impossibly vivid and real despite the fact that your feet never ached. Various delightful places across the world you were certain you’d never be able to visit in your own reality. 

... Sans was charming. Charming in a sophisticated, cultured way, he had that lifted air to him that made you feel so important when he seemed to so much enjoy listening to what you were saying. He spoke sweetly, he was effortlessly funny, he knew precisely how to make you unwind. He already knew more about you than most people in your life.

Though you still knew nothing about him.

You’d never been so well-slept. Your dreams were starting to become your favourite place. Why wouldn’t they? Nobody in the waking world treated you so kindly. There was nowhere else where you felt so consistently cared for, listened to. If you ate together, you would wake up not hungry anymore. If you drank, you would feel the faint buzz even after your eyes opened. 

... And you always felt warm.

...

You hadn’t researched Sans until now. There was just... something that felt prying about it? You had no reason to think that way. Today was the day you were going to try and find out something about your nightly visitor.

... It was worth researching. Dreams that recurred that often probably had meaning, right? 

A few google searches wouldn’t hurt.

///---///

You saw him again the next night. Because of course you did.

... It was a much simpler setting than usual. Sans usually took you to places that would take your breath away... here, it was just a park bench in a flower garden. 

“morning.” He said, with a teasing lilt to his voice. “how was your day?”

You sat down beside him. Your heart was starting to beat faster. “... Could I talk to you about something?”

He paused. Only for a moment. It seemed like... he could sense your apprehension.

“... oh. of course.”

“I... did some research today.”

A flicker of something in his face. He covered it quickly. “the fun kind of research?”

“Research about dreams. And nightmares.” You fiddled with your hands, looking anywhere but him. “It took some digging. But I found something eventually. Old legends, really old, about a being that can enter people’s minds while they sleep and influence what they dream about. A skeleton with black bones.”

...

“... interesting.”

“... A lot of stuff was different. Like... tentacles, ‘evil’ energy, making people have night terrors so bad they’d give themselves insomnia to avoid sleeping. But, I mean... a skeleton with black bones that enters people’s minds while they sleep?”

... Sans had gone quiet. You glanced at him.

“Are you... uh... are you ‘Nightmare’?” 

...

As you held his blue eye, a strange sensation fell over you. 

It was like... you had come home, and a door you were certain you left closed was wide open. The feeling of staring into a room and knowing, just knowing, there was someone in there that shouldn’t be there. 

An interloper. 

His face... suddenly didn’t look quite as inviting.

...

Had he always been that big?

...

“i see.” He said, softly.

...

Then you were awake. Staring blankly at your ceiling.

You didn’t feel warm. Not at all.

///---///

It was a normal dream, at first. A busy room full of people you didn’t recognise, a nonsensical list of reasons you had to be there that only made sense because your higher thought functions were locked away. Your head felt as though it were stuffed full of sand, and you had little care in the world aside from the base anxieties your brain was projecting onto the scene before you. A test, a missed train, you couldn't even recall.

A normal dream.

...

Something in the corner of your eye flickered. A shadow, moving the wrong way.

...

Just like that, you were aware.

The hair on the back of your neck prickled, the faces around you blurred and unfocused. You felt... singled out. Alone. A real person, in a room full of mannequins.

... You could tell he was there. You'd had enough dreams with him to know when he was nearby. But you couldn't see him- you turned around, only the rest of your dream behind you. But you could feel it... he was in there with you.

"... Sans?" You said.

... Nothing.

Your voice wobbled. “Are you... are you there?”

Silence.

...

“Nightmare?”

“no.” He said, softly, right in your ear. You jumped- it sounded as if he was standing behind you. “do not call me that.”

You didn’t turn around. Something told you there was a reason he was remaining out of view. “... Why did you disappear?”

He hissed. “i never wanted it to be like this.”

“Like... this?”

“it should’ve stayed a dream. it was never meant to be real.”

...

Your gaze dropped to the floor. The carpet, a product of your sleeping mind, repeated itself over and over.

... You suddenly felt... stupid. For a lot of reasons- but mostly for letting yourself feel hurt by that. 

What did you think was going to happen, getting so attached to a random guy in your dreams that did little more than take you on a few pretty looking dates and say a few sweet words? All he had to do was feign interest in what you said, and you were like a fish on a hook. Idiot.

You wanted to wake up.

...

Hands pressed against your shoulders.

“ ... that’s not what i meant.” His voice was a lot softer, suddenly. Softer than you'd ever heard it before- softer, even than your 'first date'.

It was your turn to not respond.

“dear.” It felt like he wanted you to turn around, now. You didn’t. “i promise that’s not what i meant.”

When you spoke, your voice was sullen. This was the end of your nice dreams, wasn't it? “... What else could you possibly mean by that?”

He didn’t let go of your shoulders. “i... it was...”

... Him needing a moment to speak... it didn't exactly cheer you up, but it made you return to the moment a little. It made you listen. You were so used to him knowing exactly what to say at any given moment, silken words coming so easily- the fact that he needed time to gather his thoughts made what he was about to say seem a bit more genuine.

“... the waking world is so complicated.” He finally said. “dreams... are the escape. i didn’t want this to be complicated.”

...

“... Complicated.” Your tone had significantly eased. He wasn’t wrong. Things had definitely become more complicated, as soon as you brought the real world in. 

“i wanted to see you.” His hands moved, from your shoulders to your torso. “i wanted to know you, but i didn’t... want you to have to think. i just wanted to be a dream, for you, someone you could escape to. i wanted to be a good dream for once.”

You didn’t reply. He was convincing. But you didn’t even know if you believed him.

“... don’t wake up.” He murmured. You felt his face press to the back of your head... his arms tucked around your middle.

“I don’t know if I can trust you.” You said. “I don’t know anything about you.”

“i didn’t want you to be afraid of me.”

“Should I be?”

“no.” Instantly, breathlessly. Like he couldn’t believe you asked that. “no, of course not.”

...

You sighed. 

“What’re you willing to tell me?”

“whatever you ask.” 

... It was an interesting way of wording it. You didn’t miss the specificity- whatever you asked him, he would answer. But volunteering information seemed beyond him for now.

“we should go somewhere. to talk.” He offered. “where do you want to go?”

You paused.

...

“Well. How about... somewhere you want to go, this time?”

What is Altertale?

Altertale is an Undertale AU, a universe where Sans has switched roles with Toriel, Papyrus with Asgore, and Gaster with Asriel. There are no other swapped characters in this AU, meaning only Sans, Papyrus, Toriel, Asgore, Asriel, and Gaster have been altered in this AU.

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There’s something haunting about how silent and still the lake is of a morning, the sun barely beginning to tint the sky and not yet managing to peek over the towering mountains that cradled it. Even though your footsteps were careful as you walked up the length of the board walk, it almost felt as though the sound of your boots on the aged wood were echoing far too loudly for such a peaceful place.

With the chill of the morning air gently nipping at your face, and your breath leaving you in soft heated puffs of steam, you felt almost as if you were floating even without the aid of water, your soul feeling light as air, even as your body remained firmly on the ground.

It was this very peace that had brought you here that first day all those years ago, and the reason you had ever met Them. 

….It was also the reason that you hadn’t aged a day, even though thirty years had long since passed since that fateful encounter.

Strangely, it seemed as though nothing here had aged either….They certainly hadn’t.

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Folks: you CANNOT censor trigger tags. When you block a tag, it doesn't block other "spellings" of it. Writing it as "r@pe" or "r4p3" means that someone who has "tw rape" as a blocked tag will still see that post because you didn't wanna say the word rape. You are hurting people. Do not censor words, because people do not have those filtered out.

And honestly if you can't even write the word rape to protect other people then you probably aren't old/mature enough to be on this website.

Hi,

Considering the fact that there are a number of people who's names are Ren irl and on Tumblr, I'm gonna attempt to make things easier on you if you want to remember my name.

You can call me Sloth.

This is the first time I'm posting a fanfic on here, and it's currently 1:06 AM as I'm writing this, but if I didn't write this now I never would, so here it is.

(I'm posting this after I wake up tomorrow hah.)

There are no warnings that I could think of writing down other than the fact that this contains major fluff and a Soft Eel TM, which I hope you enjoy reading about.

I apologize for any grammar mistakes and my mediocre writing.

Enjoy ♡

— Sloth

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Floyd x reader / Mc

Your Heartbeat.

"Floyd?" You asked.

"Go away Shrimpy." Floyd's arms squeezed tighter around his legs as if trying to make himself as small as possible. Which was pretty hard considering that he's practically a giant.

Jade and Azul had called you over not long ago, saying that Floyd had fallen into a particularly foul mood and wouldn't move from his spot on the floor. You weren't sure why Floyd was in such a bad mood, and you're pretty sure that Azul and his brother didn't know either. They said that they had tried pretty much everything to cheer him up again, but nothing seemed to be working. And as a final resort, they called you.

So here you were, sitting in front of a fussy eel that tried to bite anyone who got too close. You weren't entirely sure what to do, you had gotten him out of a few bad moods before, but none of them resulted in him being so... sad. It just wasn't like him, so you made it your intention to fix that.

"Sorry Floyd, but I'm not leaving until I can get you to smile again." You said matter-of-factly. You took a seat next to him with maybe a meter of distance between the two of you. Floyd's only response was to shuffle away from you as much as he could in his position, which wasn't by much.

"No." You couldn't help but sigh, your head shaking side to side in exasperation. You wanted to ask why he was in such a bad mood, but you knew better than to make him think about it any more than he already was. That would only make things worse. Not to mention the fact that he probably wouldn't even say anything.

You pressed your lips into a thin line, trying to think of a way to get him out of this. Offering to go prank someone (namely Riddle) was already tried, so that was out of the question. Jade offered to go squeeze someone, or some people, that didn't work. Hell, Azul even said he'd let Floyd off of work for a while! That didn't work either, Floyd just continued to sit there, practically swatting at anything he deemed to close.

...To close?

You suddenly realized that, while yes there was some distance between you, you were in fact sitting next to him—within arms reach!—and he wasn't pushing you away.

An idea popped into your head. Maybe it wasn't the best idea but it was all you could think of at that moment, so it was at least worth a try. You shifted to where you were sitting with your legs folded underneath you, facing him with your hands resting in your lap.

Really, it wasn't the greatest of ideas. You'd more than likely think of something much better if you really wanted to, but this felt worth it somehow, so you're going with it.

"Floyd, can I hug you?" You asked softly, almost afraid to break the silence.

He didn't move at first, showing no sign of even hearing you. But after a few seconds, he tilted his head to look at you, moving it just enough to see you with an eye peeking over his arms. From that little movement, you could see that his eyebrows were tilted upwards, furrowed with an expression of anger and frustration.

"...Why?" He asked.

You were tempted to answer honestly, wanting to say that it was the only thing you could think of doing at the time, but decided against it. "Because, you always like squeezes, don't you?" That was almost what you wanted to say, but this should receive a better reaction... hopefully.

He didn't move, only continued to stare into your eyes with an emotion you couldn't quite decipher. Taking that as a good sign, despite it seeming bleak, you moved closer by a small amount. Thankfully, he didn't move away.

"Can you move your arms? It's kinda hard to hug you when you're sitting like that." Once again, he didn't move at first but eventually lifted his head to rest his chin on his arms. He continued to look at you, his eyebrows were no longer furrowed, curiosity shining vaguely in his eyes.

'Not quite what I wanted, but it will do.' You thought, smiling at the fact that he was at least doing something.

With no second thoughts, you lifted yourself onto your knees and wrapped your arms around his head. You felt him stiffen, clearly not expecting you to move that much closer. Gently, you pressed his ear onto your chest, right over where your heart was, allowing him to hear the sound of it beating. It only took a few seconds, but within that time he slowly relaxed his muscles and moved his arms to loosely hang around your waist. You rested your cheek on his head, nuzzling into his surprisingly soft hair.

This wasn't like a normal hug, or 'squeeze', from Floyd, this was a hug from you. A hug where you held him gently with no other intent than to simply hold him. Not to squeeze and play, not to give a threat to someone, simply a way to hold and comfort.

Nearly five minutes had passed, at some point within that time you sat back down, Floyd still leaning into your chest. You hadn't let go, and neither did he. No more words were spoken after that, and as more time passed the two of you settled into a more comfortable position on the floor with Floyd continuing to lay on your chest. His arms stayed looped around your waist, silently telling you that you weren't going anywhere. Not that you minded.

Thirty minutes passed since you were left alone there with Floyd, and Jade and Azul had finally come back, only to find you running your fingers through a sleeping Floyd's hair.

"Wha–" Azul wanted to say something, but you lifted a hand to your mouth and placed a finger over your lips, signifying for him and Jade to stay quiet.

Jade let out an airy chuckle before speaking quietly. "My my, perfect, you never cease to do the most unexpected things." It almost sounded fake, but something in you told you that the praise was real.

And Jade didn't show it, but he was actually quite impressed—amazed even—that you got Floyd to fall asleep in your arms. The two of them rarely let their guard down, but judging by the content look on his brother's sleeping face, he dared to say that Floyd felt safe in the Perfect's arms.

Truly, what an unexpected person you are, Perfect.

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What did I just write? I have no clue, I was going for full-on fluff here, but it's past midnight and I'm tired. I am not a hundred percent sure if this is even legible, but I felt that I needed to write this, so I did.

For those who are wondering what Floyd got upset over, I'm not entirely sure but I imagined that it was something about You/Yuu/Shrimpy going back to their/your world, and Floyd not wanting them/you to go.

Once again, I apologize for any grammar mistakes and my mediocre writing. Oh and any apparent Ooc'ness.

Nonetheless, I hope you enjoyed this thousand-word fanfic dedicated to one Soft Eel. (Hopefully, I'll write a Soft Eel story for Jade soon, but that depends on my writing motivation.)

Anyway, goodnight.

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