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I did not expect that! I know 16 is not a very special number, but it's the one I saw when I first checked again, so we're celebrating that!

Thanks for supporting my art guys!

Feel free to ask TK your questions. They'll be answering!

(I'm surprised the TK post reached more likes than the one with the countdown Narrator-)

Fun fact: TK is a shape shifter, so they can turn into anything they want, really. But they usually stay in the form presented in the original form.

Also, here is the png for "Suprised TK":

(I'm not sure if i need to credit "surprised Pikatchu")

A sketch for my time keeper OC (TK)!

Something nice and colorful.

I'm not sure why I made this, so please enjoy!

"Are ya cold Lad?"

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Idk why I made this but I hope you like it!

(Its really old)

For everyone who found their way here via a link:

[Tw: Includes swearing and hints at suicide]

The winds are cold, and in the morning, it howls past the walls of the lighthouse, with small droplets of salt water and rain pitter pattering against the fogged up windows of my kitchen.

Once again, I drink my tea, black with a swig of Rum in it to spice things up... for the 50th time in a row.

It wasn't tastes. It wasn't nice, but I had run out of sugar a while ago. And getting any now was pointless and, quite frankly, a waste of time I didn't have.

I finished my coffee, ate a tuna sandwich, and put on the clothes left scattered around the house where I hadn't put them, making my way down town to buy some ingredients for my stew. Of course, with ham, potatoes, and other veggies. Maybe some melted cheese to give it a bit of extra taste.

This stew had been a special meal... Had. Instead, it had become a chore, and even though I dragged myself to my car all the same and the motor once again needed exactly 3 turns of the key to start, it never became easier.

The drive was exactly 20 minutes. And on the way, I barely managed to swerve aside to not hit an animal on the road. I knew it was there, but for some reason, i was always surprised by it notherless.

Tired eyes on the surrounding areas, as I parked the old and rusty truck in front of a convenience store.

Or rather in inconvenience store, as one door always broke right as I enter.

I grab the items I want, smacking the exact amount of money needed on the counter, grumbling about how I won't need a receipt, before leaving the store, ignoring the group of women who had been trying to reach out to me every single day.

"No. I'm not interested in talking to yer scrummy arse." I yell back as the women begin to hiss back insults, but I drive off before they can continue.

It was always a small town, and a few years ago, I would have actually cared about their opinion... but now I don't anymore. It didn't matter if I was polite or impolite anyway... They wouldn't remember.

During the noon, I cut the veggies, blending some after a brief cooking with the molten cheese before letting it simmer with the meat and slowly adding different ingredients and broths to the stew. In the late noon, I go outside, with the stew on low,staring at the Sea solemnly.

"I see a storm comin." I'd say, even though my behaviour today refuses me any person to tell this to. And I'll continue watching the sea for around an hour more. Not moving. Not caring about the cold. It's not like it mattered much...

After which, I'd hurry inside, believing my stew to be overcooked, or burning, or whatever I thought it did.

It didn't, though. It was perfect. As always. Having a meal every single day caused you to do that, even unintentionally sometimes.

I sit back and eat my stew. Or I just stare at it. It's either of the two.

Today was supposed to be my birthday.

Today was supposed to be a feast for my friends, who never showed up. And yesterday was supposed to be my birthday as well. And the day before that. But no matter who I talked to that day, no matter what I did, in no version, anyone showed up.

It never mattered.

My spoon clattered against the bowl and I stare at it tiredly.

I couldn't do this anymore. I just can't take it anymore. Every day..

I look over at the boat rope, laying curled up on the Chair I had left it months ago, before this all started...

Maybe trying it again would work... maybe I'd be free.

Finally posting my Stanley parable content from now on!

Feel free to ask me (or the character) anything in the comments or the profile ^^ I'll be happy to answer.

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"Unfortunatly in this case the Character manages to draw on my notes somehow! "

>:)

"Oh no-No you're not supposed to have acess to this!"

Warning: he is very clumsy and fell down some stairs- he has a few marks from this!

He's fine though. Just warning you in case you're sensetive to small amounts of Blood T-T

"Please enjoy Buckets horrible handwriting everyone! He insisted i'll keep the things he drew T-T"

"HAHA you can't stop me!"

">:("

Here's some earlier Sketches that I made throughout my process! The top left being the very first sketch I ever made! I hope you enjoy!

"Oh I remember that last one..! That was funny^^ I still have no idea where the fire came from though 😅"

"I think one of the computers exploded- because you smashed it-"

"Oh? I'm sorry i didnt know that T-T"