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❤️<3:
Is this reaching you?
TheKrizzler:
Who the hell are you?
❤️<3:
--> ❤️ <--
Kris glances at the birdcage. Yeah, no. The SOUL is just floating there.
TheKrizzler:
press [x] to doubt.
❤️<3:
[z]
Kris frowns. They glance at the birdcage again. The SOUL still doesn't have anything to text them with. Why are they entertaining this? Their mind quickly goes through a list of people who would even be able to pull this prank. Which was concerningly small.
TheKrizzler:
very convincing argument
❤️<3:
I'm very convincing.
They close their phone and flop back on their bed.
Their phone buzzes.
Then it buzzes again. And again.
TheKrizzler:
I will block you.
❤️<3:
I will unblock myself.
Can we please talk?
Kris once again turns to the SOUL and glares at it. Yeah, that thing is not typing these messages.
TheKrizzler:
stop
i don't know what part of this is funny to you, but the SOUL is literally sitting across the room from me
it doesn't even have hands how would it be texting me??
❤️<3:
I can spin.
Before Kris answers, the SOUL does start moving, floating in a clunky circle. Charming. Great. Fantastic. The thing controlling them apparently has a Discordant account despite Not Having Appendages.
TheKrizzler:
ok you little asshole, how the fuck are you texting me rn
❤️<3:
metaphysics
For fuck sake. Kris gets out of bed and stalks over to the cage. They ignore the buzzing of their phone for just a moment so they can leer over the damn eldritch shithead. At some point, the buzzing stops, and the SOUL instead starts bopping up and down. Annoyed, they stomp back to their phone to read its messages.
❤️<3:
…Maybe that wasn't the most helpful answer.
Shit. How do I explain this?
So, remember when Ralsei was explaining the Dark Worlds? They're another lens to view reality from.
That got me curious.
Oh ig you're aurafarming now?
No wait, you're probably yelling at me or something.
I can't actually hear anything that comes out of your mouth. Sorry :(
❤️<3:
Hai!!
Okay then. This, this wasn't part of the plan.. or the prophecy. This thing wasn't even supposed to be alive. But fine, whatever. It's not like they get a say in whatever it does.
TheKrizzler:
tf do you want?
❤️<3:
Communication.
Great, it just wants to annoy them.
TheKrizzler:
Don't forget.
I have a knife.
❤️<3:
…Wouldn't stabbing me hurt you?
TheKrizzler:
Don't care.
❤️<3:
Please don't hurt yourself :(
TheKrizzler:
like you give a shit
❤️<3:
You're my vessel, why wouldn't I give a shit?
TheKrizzler:
don't call me that
❤️<3:
What would you prefer I call you, then?
Nothing. They would prefer if the SOUL called them nothing and just did what it was supposed to be doing and stopped bothering them.
TheKrizzler:
Fuck off
❤️<3:
Hi Fuck off, I'm ❤️.
Can we be friends?
Kris stares at the screen.
Screw this! Kris hurls their phone across the room just so the damn thing might get the hint and stuff themself under the blankets where it can't reach them.