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    Buttercup resided in their little den, having been injured not too long ago, and it hurt to move around all too much. Which was very unfortunate, because they wanted to run around and catch butterflies and meet more friends and all sorts of things! But they would have to rest in their den right now- doctor's orders.
    Buttercup frowned lightly, staring at the landscape outside through hardly open eyes.


    [size=5pt]© feral #buttercupbc[/size]

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;][justify] at that moment, chara had appeared, limping due to the injured paw they had accidentally inflicted on themself. the dagger that they always were equipped with was stored safely into they're pocket, and they looked back and forth, sniffing for anyone. at last, they had sniffed somebody- the golden one. a small nickname that had accumulated over time, and it was certain that this one- this one was a special one. special enough to have small patches of gold that in chara's blind vision had warped into buttercup's red soul. chara had never seen something like that, other than they're own soul was being engulfed with the same yet different color of gold.


    chara's gold was of what they had done in the past; a burden that slowly killed them. buttercup's gold was for the exact opposite; for being a pure pacifist. but in plain words, for being a cinnamon roll. too good for this world. too pure.


    chara paused. they were very interested with this one. so they deliberately sent a message into buttercup's head.


    * you say hello.