hello. i am obama. some fandoms: faith, supernatural, the magnus archives, FNAF, the stanley parable, marble hornets, and star trek! (also pretty much every fandom from the 2000s lmao.) pronouns: no, thank you. my screen name is a joke for reference.
I'm the voice you hear in your head before you fall asleep. I'm the voice you hear everytime you think back to that night. And you know that i'm telling the truth.
there are some internet friends where eventually you start calling them by their real name and then there’s times where its like nah son your name is crispy forever
Hello Monsieur l’Inspecteur, it’s the fellow from M-sur-M again. I hope you don’t mind a continued correspondence and my yammering.
Your advice on “coping” has done me little good. I fear I might be delusional. I momentarily get déjà vu and think I see Le Maire whenever I see your “friend” (I find it surprising you have one given your ornery nature, but to each his own), M. Fauchlevent. Perhaps it is something about that polite smile… Forgive me and apologise to your friend for me. I swear, a man gives you advice about nettles once and then he haunts you for years to come! I don’t suppose you would know what that is like, would you? More/better/any guidance on the matter would be appreciated.
Also, I must say it is strange to see you out of uniform! I recall when you would wear that raggedy wool coat of yours even in the blistering heat of summer. What happened to it? I’m not complaining of course, I for one am glad you gained some semblance of fashion sense.
Obviously, M. Fauchelevant is nothing like the mayor, seeing as that man loved poor people, criminals, and children.
I-I have no idea what it is like to be haunted by the visage of M. Madeline. Because... he was caught... and died. And is dead.