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Anonymous Sun 02 Jun 2024 02:47:30 No.66250925 Report

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husband?????

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Anonymous Sun 02 Jun 2024 04:26:23 No.66253657 Report

Quoted By: >>66253707

>>66250925
>Your throat is starting to feel kinda sore from all the screaming for what feels like hours
>The spectral plane continues to pass you by as you continuously tumble towards some unknown destination--if any destination at all
>This was all your fault, you were supposed to head straight to Fang's house so you could both head out on a date, but stupid you got side-tracked by the travelling carnival that had stopped in Volcaldera Bluffs.
>For some reason, you feel as though you're not the first person to folly into the carnival's "Mystery Spot", though like the cat, it appears that curiosity has killed you, too
>A carefully-placed carpet was the only veil that separated you from the corporeal realm and this dimension in-between. Stepping onto it transported you away from all you have ever known, into a place that is completely beyond your human ability to ever possibly know.
>Your wonder if you'll be forced to fall like this for all eternity, or if you'll reach a point of singularity collapse and your atoms are stretched thin across the membrane of the universe.
>Or if eventually you're pass out and die of thirst in a day or two
>You never really had much to live for, so it's kind of hard to call it a "a life well lived"
>But aside from the impending end of your existence, your mind can only wander to one thing: your hot ptero gee eff that you, never in a million years, should have been able to pull.
>You'll never feel her soft wings and elegant snoot ever again, that precious smile from her that you managed to bring about into this world after it had seemingly been lost for years.
>Honestly, what was happening here was probably the universe realizing the ridiculous mistake it had made and was correcting its course by simply removing you from this plane of existence.
>Like a praying mantis versus a heavy industrial digger, you were simply no match to fight the universe for your right to love Fang.
>There was nothing left to be done but accept your fate.

1/3?

Anonymous Sun 02 Jun 2024 04:27:58 No.66253707 Report

Quoted By: >>66253733

>>66253657
>The spectral plane around you continues to slip by, but gradually, it grows darker.
>This must be it, you must be finally making your way to the center of the black hole you were doomed to be deposited into.
>Your eyes squeeze shut, you can't bear to face the end like this.
>Your entire body tightens in suspense, expecting that your very molecules are about to be strung-out like spaghetti
>Senses are overloaded as it feels like you're picking up speed, your breath hangs in your- wait, is there oxygen in this trans-dimensional tunnel?
>The experience comes to an end as you're thrown, painfully making contact with the grassy ground, tumbling several times, until you're stopped by a bush
>You're afraid to move... what's going on?
>It's not... over, is it? This can't be it.
>Surely you're somewhere completely hostile, incomprehensible, geographically baffling and horrific to navigate.
>Like Xen.
>One eye cautiously opens, and you're horrified to discover that you're on...
>a lawn.
>Freshly mowed, recently over-seeded, edges immaculately trimmed... it's *his* lawn. Uh oh.
>The Aaron household stands behind you, a silent witness to your graceless entrance back into the world.
>You're... back? This can't be right...
>What you've seen, what you've just experienced... You've dodged therapy like a gymnast for years, but THIS... Your entire existence is now in question
>You didn't even realize that you had picked yourself up onto your feet and made your way to the front door
>What do you even do with this information? Can you even tell anyone?
>Can you go back to the carnival and get your 8 bucks back?
>The front door opens, revealing a large, imposing figure who does not appear to be enthused to see you.
>"Mm." The patron pterodactyl grunts. "It's you..."
>Ripley's terrifying presence is normally enough to scare you quiet, but this time something else has beaten him to the punch.
>"I'm assuming you're here for my... son?"

2/3?

Anonymous Sun 02 Jun 2024 04:29:00 No.66253733 Report

Quoted By: >>66253766

>>66253707
>Naser, yes! He's a smart dude... sort of. If there's anyone you can explain this bizarre event you've just experienced to, it'd be him.
>You pray to Raptor Jesus above that he doesn't calmly walk you off to the nearest hospital to be taken into medical custody for psychiatric evaluation.
>Speechless, you nod your head up and down.
>Ripley seems to pick up that you seem... stupider than usual. His eyes narrow on your for a second, before he decides that he simply just doesn't care enough to ask.
>The front door closes slightly as he retreats back into the household to fetch his son.
>This is so weird, this is so wrong, you've just fallen through a wormhole and seen the fabric of our reality.
>Questions that begged to be answered in your past life now no longer have any meaning
>New questions now take their place, asking what place do we hold in this present state of existence, and how much more is there?
>Is there even a Raptor Jesus anymore, or is there some other omniscient entity toying with you for reasons beyond your comprehension, assuming "toying" is even remotely close to the right word to use... or if words can even do anything justice anymore.
>Your trance is broken as you see the front door open again in your peripheral vision
"Oh thank fuck, Nase-..."
>Your voice catches in your throat as you process what you're seeing.
>"Nasera's gone out with Nathan, dummy. You see his car in the driveway?"
>Fang gestures towards an empty spot in front of the house where the famous NasCar usually sat. Your vision lingers on that spot a little longer than what it would take for a normal person to process such information.
>Huh... well yeah, I guess that's pretty obvious. You feel kind of stupid now.
>You turn your attention back to Fang, particularly his slightly-wirey, though still toned arms and long-flowing, androgynous silver hair.
>Everything else is a dead-ringer. Same black tank-top, same black, ripped pants and combat boots.

3/4

Anonymous Sun 02 Jun 2024 04:30:03 No.66253766 Report

Quoted By: >>66253789

>>66253733
"H-hey, Fang..."
>You manage to slip out, possibly making an instant faux-pas by assuming that this BOY actually goes by your girlfriend's nickname, and not some bastardization of it as evident by his reference to his sister and her boyfriend.
>"The hell happened to you?" He cocks an eyebrow at you. "You were supposed to be here half an hour ago, and you look like absolute shit."
>He isn't wrong, your outfit is covered in several patches of mud and grass stains from your tumble onto the lawn. Luckily the green of the grass stains blends slightly into your similarly covered jacket, and the darkness of night helps to further conceal it.
"Oh- uh, I err... uh... Fell. On your dad's lawn." Your explanation is cheap, though not totally inaccurate. "Hey, I uh, may have hit my head on the way over here, could you uh, remind me what we're doing?"
>Fang shakes his head in disbelief, but then examines you closer in concern
>"Um, we have a DATE tonight, dweeb, did you forget? Should we be taking a trip to the emergency room instead?"
>Oh, the date. Right, that's still going on.
>It looks like you're back, though not exactly in the home that you left.
>Upon reflection, you start to feel like such discrepancies as the one you see before you seem... minute.
>You focus your gaze on Fang's lean, toned frame and slightly-more-square jawline
>Your hand reaches into your pocket, pulling out your phone that, by some miracle, still appears to be working.
>Holding it up to yourself, you glance back and forth at the Fang in front of you, and the beautiful, feminine Fang that adorns your phone's wallpaper background.
>Several times, your eyes swap back and forth, your mind undecided on how to proceed.
>It doesn't take long before a decision is made.

4/5 (I'm bad at this)

Anonymous Sun 02 Jun 2024 04:31:07 No.66253789 Report

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>>66253766
"Meh," you shrug with indifference. "Close enough."
>Fang looks to you slightly confused, but does not object as you wrap an arm around his waist and pull him close.
>"So, uhh... you said you haven't eaten, right? You still down to get some food?"
>Leading your boyfriend down the front steps of the house, your hand finds a new place within his as you begin walking down the night-time street together.
"Yeah, that sounds good." You assure him. "How about Italian? I'm feelin' spaghetti."
>"Fine by me."
>You feel a head lightly nuzzle on your shoulder as the illumination of street lights guides you.

5/5