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Without his souljam, he wasn’t going to last long; anyone who knew anything about them knew that at least. His connection to his lifeforce and magic was essentially cut off, pausing the flow of his veins, slowly crumbling the edges of his body. It wouldn’t be long now before the wire snapped, and his story came to an end, something he had never predicted in all his years. He was immortal, that was the truth, but the twist was the fact that with his soul halved, cut and ripped out of his body, he only survived off the poisoned parts, feeling it drip into him like cold ice.
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What was wrong with it?! Better yet, why did he have it?! He threw the covers off himself, not even caring when he heard his own souljam hit the ground with a thud, staring into Shadow Milk's soul jam like his gaze alone would fix whatever happened to it.*Basically, Pure Vanilla accidentally took Shadow Milk's souljam in the fight, not knowing that taking it away was basically a death sentence for him. Now he has to find him and give it back before he fades into nothing, never to come back. Lots of angst, lots of ehhhh eventual fluff, fun times!
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Husk turned, starting to collect the chips, thinking about how he might use them at his favorite casino. The finch was muttering to themself, on the verge of a breakdown. Husk just shrugged it off, can’t say he hadn’t done that in life, still, it was the finches fault they had bet EVERYTHING. Husk finished up and went to leave before the finch grabbed one of his claws.
“MY SOUL!” They blurted, “I STILL HAVE MY SOUL TO BET!”
(Basically, Husk remained an Overlord but accidently met Angel Dust who thinks he's a regular bartender. What could go wrong?)