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2023-07-07
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2025-04-15
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The Ramble Room

Summary:

Welcome to my 42nd published work.

This contains many bite-sized writings that don't really fit into being their own works – Concepts, premises, small scenes, you name it.
Since I tend to write and draw a lot this will be left technically unfinished, and I'll be adding in any new snippets and doodles as they come.

Please enjoy as you will.

Notes:

The thick scent of ink assails your nostrils the moment you walk through the door, a chaos of black painting literally everything as far as the eye can see.
There's ink all over the walls...
Upon further inspection, the ink seems to have been arranged somewhat intently; Scrawlings of indecipherable writing and vague drawings clustered about haphazardly to leave no inch barren.
More notably, there are papers scattered all over the floor and singular table that'd been seemingly shoved towards the furthest wall, the contents of which you have yet to gauge for readability as a stack of papers are being shuffled through another door by the back end.
...Was that door always there?
The mere notion of that question having a potentially sensible answer is soon slammed aside (with a foot precariously too close to the doorknob to be exact), an odd lanky bastard scuttling over to the desk to then unceremoniously drop the entire thing right on top of it.
You are understandably not sure what is happening.
Said odd lanky bastard looks almost familiar, but in a lot of ways also doesn't: Dressed in all black that made you wonder if it wasn't just more ink with how it was smeared all over their pale skin, an eye that you weren't sure was even real resting along their chest in a way that didn't seem to even bother them, and an exhausted looking face, save for the fact their mouth upturned into a shark-like grin. You're pretty sure they might actually not have a nose.
"Sorry for the wait, thanks for visiting...." Oh boy the way they were mumbling through their teeth despite their mouth not moving was definitely uncanny. "I've got plenty of nonsenses here though, if you're interested...."
Their fingers (which may also uncannily be segmented at the joints) tap indiscriminately against the loose pile of sheets.
"This is just a collection so feel free to take a look however you want – Or don't, up to you...."
They shuffle off again out of view as you take a closer look at the top of the pile, the words appearing to be a lot more distinct than any of the ones you glanced at earlier.
Guess you could give them a read.

Chapter 1: Soul and himselves

Notes:

Originally written on 2022 June 28.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Still staring at his eternally restarting phone, dead eyes resting against his idle hand, Soul mutters almost entirely to himself if not for the fact there were literally two other versions of him lounging around the same room.

"Nothing activates my fight or flight response more than walking through an empty school hallway and hearing Scatman John blasting in the distance."

"That's, uh..." The other Soul briefly turns to watch the third one barely contain losing his shit upon hearing this as an amusement slowly twists his face. "Rather oddly specific."

And as the first Soul holds the most hollow stare given by variant kind, so erupts the stupidest wheezing from the back end of the table you would've ever heard in your life.

Notes:

Their voice floats back in, startling you for a moment.
"That's just a sample of what sort of something to expect here, by the way. The rest should have warnings if they need them.…"