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they were freaking out or something and decided to leave

That does not sound likely. Why leave the dimension when there is safe forests here? Why say nothing?

(She's combing through her hair, and then pulling it into a much tighter bun than normal. She grabs her sturdy boots.)

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I honestly don't know if TPM is in the right mind to help after being turned into a pokemon, let alone knows where the kid is.

(The doll almost questions it, but turning people into other creatures is definitely something the anons do plenty.)

I will find someone to ask that is not you

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they left of their own free will

I do not believe you.

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who else can tell you what happened

TPM.

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I am aware our reputation is horrible. But at some point, it would seem better to ask us rather than flipping through the door over and over again for the chance Apollo would be in that dimension close enough to the door to hear you.

(The doll is headstrong and independent. She will huff about it.)

I am going to talk to... TPM, if I can find him.

(She keeps looking through the dimensions.)

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if i remember correctly, they left on their own

however i have horrible memory

What reason would I have to believe you?

#((hi blu))

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you don't think he did it himself?

They. Apollo would have told me

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oh you're blaming us now?

Who else would be responsible? I do not know others to blame aside from that spider. No one has access to the Lighthouse.

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the forest

That is too vague. Also you must have done this to Apollo in the first place

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*donut*

(A donut splats into her face. Her anxiety is high. She nibbles on it while she sits in this next dimension, which is probably somewhere in Rain World, and looks around just to make sure Apollo isn’t hiding here.)

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🌲👈

What?

(She looks out the current door, into a very mystical, very Christmas-ey, forest. Probably Santa's Workshop.)

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We know things? Wanna ask us?

(You anons realize you've ruined nearly all named anons relationships with you, right?)

(The doll is the most trusting of you right now that I narrate, but she knows the anons cause most the problems in the first place.)

(She's still searching on her own.)

APOLLO! APOLLO!?

(She shouts into the 9199th location.)

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where the actual

(Yes, that. That's her best guess, really. The Void.)

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(The doll has been restless. She has run out of snacks to eat out of anxiety. She is back to the door still, wondering where the actual #FFFFFF Apollo went.)

#apollo atmosphere #((like the hexcode color))

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:3

(She cannot hear a :3 face, but she does look around, feeling something in the air. She opens the door, shouts for Apollo into it, and closes it to reopen and repeat. She's been doing this for hours, aside from a conversation with a merfolk highly concerned about her behavior, and Sans Undertale.)

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:knowing:

(The doll imagines a weird face but does not react to the anon’s message.)

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(The doll is tense as she runs off, back up the stairs and towards the lighthouse.)

Tessa. Tessa have you seen Apollo

*Tessa appeared to be taking a nap when the doll approached her, snoring a bit.*

Huh? Uh no?

#tessa technological