I think the most frightening emotion of Kokichi in the game is this one
After all his antics, screams and acting, he just
Looks at you
It seems unnatural and empty, and that makes it creepy
And then he does this (sorry)
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i have ONE complaint about the 1997 cinderella and it's that this is the UGLIEST glass slipper i have ever seen
this is a PLASTIC CLOG i can FEEL my girl getting sweaty in this thing i HATE IT
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It's one of those days
Sans.
Sans.
sans sans sans
I wake up, mind foggy and disoriented.
I go about my morning routine on autopilot.
Empty eyes.
Blank expression.
Mind far away.
Sans.
Sans squirms under the covers, nuzzling into the warmth of my body.
I brush my teeth, unseeing eyes locked onto a random spot on the sink.
Sans lets out a low grunt and I growl, clenching my teeth on the toothbrush, foam all over my mouth.
How fitting.
I wash my face with shaky hands while Sans arches against my body in the most delicious way.
My hands trace his lumbar vertebrae, edges rounded and soft.
He's such a gentle, non-threatening creature. Nothing about his body is harsh to the touch.
No sharp angles.
Nothing to attack with.
No armour.
Just inviting softness.
He is so human in that regard.
I rub the intervertebral discs with the tips of my fingers and feel the jelly-like surface yield under the careful pressure.
His breath hitches and he whispers my name.
I sigh and start making tea, walking around the kitchen in a haze.
My shift at work starts in 10 minutes.
Sans whines ever so softly as my hand reaches inside his hollow ribcage, caressing, massaging the warm bones.
I stop in the middle of the kitchen, spilled tea trickling down my arm onto the floor.
I watch the droplets fall.
Smooth bones shiver under my fingers.
I put the glass back on the counter and turn around lethargically to get some paper towels.
Teeth pressed against my lips.
Ragged breath.
Sugar.
I need to get a soap. Or the floor is going to be sticky.
"please, just... please"
The floor tiles are cold and smooth when I kneel down.
I can't see my kitchen anymore.
Sans leans into my hand needily as I wipe the sweat off his forehead.
It's going to be a torturously long day.
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I cannot recall if I ever posted this here, so if I did, here they are again.
My alligator gar sona, based around how I designed my anthro sharks where their more water solluble, but can still walk on land.
they like to wear cardigans and look for rocks and cool bugs to show you.
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