INSULT ME ALL YOU WANT TO (Private) BUT DARE YOU DO IT TO MY FACE?

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    Well, pretty much every day was.


    Every since Akomeadyen disappeared to do god-knows-what, you had been bored out of your fucking mind.


    WindClan was pretty damn uneventful, too. You knew there was a Sans there, but from what you had found, he knew jack-shit.


    There was no one to fucking talk to. Not even like, a squirrel or some shit that might squeal at you for five minutes then leave like a fucktard. Nobody, at all.


    Pffh, no wonder you always fought to keep Akomeadyen around. Even that other Sans wasn't as interesting as he was.


    Not to mention it seemed that other Sans fucking hated you now.


    Hey, it wasn't your fault that you went on a murderous rampage for no reason at all, multiple times.


    ...Okay, maybe it was your fault.


    But, still! That was no reason for the other Sans to go all creepy and shit on you and pretty much drive you to tears.


    Oh, and don't forget the fact that he told two other Sans's that you were a fucking psychopathic murderer.


    ...


    Damn, you were sure that to anyone else, these thoughts would make zero sense.


    But, uhh, it was kinda your life, ya know? Don't judge.


    --


    So there you were sat, under a rather-nondescript bush, eyes shut. Some people might even think you were asleep, actually.


    Nah, you were just relaxing, also known as contemplating your entire existence. Yeah, that worked too.


    Seriously, though, your life was fucking insane.


    //lmao, sorry that this post probably made no sense, i'm like, half asleep right now. blegh
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    + Don't worry about it, mine would have been super rushed if I posted earlier, which was why I waited until after school.


    He'd seen only a few people from other timelines scattered about; himself, a Toriel, and best of all... a Papyrus. Genocideroute was actually quite ashamed of himself for not hug-tackling the skeletal dragon at the time, but he knew that if he did, his other self would have been quick to force him off. Nah, Geno didn't want to steal a Pap from another version of himself; it'd be too painful to bear.


    So, here he was, wandering about the territory like an aimless soul, his tail dragging on the ground behind him as he walked in average strides. The scent nearby, WindClan, was both reassuring and a bit frightening at the same time, as he couldn't remember their political standings with the other group. As far as he knew, his clan hated this one, but maybe someone here wouldn't give a crap and would just want to talk...?


    Yeah, he doubted it too.


    The alabaster tom kicked over a pebble as he continued down a dirt trail, his shoulders hunched and wispy blue eyes following the path only just upfront of his feet, head hanging low.


    +rushed at the end though, sorry for it cutting off so quick



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