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"And… it?" She didn’t need to be more specific. Scott knows what she’s talking about.
“It’s had my scent for a long time, and it knows the shape of my thoughts. After all these years, we’re practically old friends. It could probably take me if it wanted to, but it would be an effort, and that fella’s pretty lazy. Also… something watches out for me. Something on the bright side of the equation. There is a bright side, you know. You must know, because you’re a part of it.”
“Once you told me you could call it, if you wanted to.” She says this very low.
“And sometimes you want to. Don’t you?”
He doesn’t deny it, and outside the wind howls a long cold note along the eaves. Yet here under the blankets in front of the kitchen stove, it’s warm. It’s warm with him.
“Stay with me, Scott,” she says.
“I will,” he tells her. “I will as long as
"I will as long as I can," Lisey said.
Stephen King, Lisey’s Story (p. 356, hardcover)
Okay okay hear me out guys:
Five Nights at Tan Industries.
AKA FNaF but with Dr. Tan’s robots - Bernice, D-CYPHER 56 and 78, and maybe even a scrapped and abandoned ELIOT.
If you lose you become one of Tan’s mind-controlled soldiers.
I don’t know really how it would work, but the concept seems super creepy and cool.
You meant this wasn’t what D-Coy and Oblio went through pre-DC3?
Maybe it IS what happened. 0u0
THIS WOULD ALL BE AMAZING <3333 XD
Pirates Cove… nothing wrong here, yup, yup….
Then this mother fucker pops his head out and is like “Hey baby I heard you were lonely…” and of course I’m like… “NNNOONONOGOBACKINYOURFUCKINGHOLE”
Then he fucking pulls a Michigan J. Frog just to try and break the ice…
AND COMES CAREENING DOWN THE FUCKING HALLWAY LIKE A LOONATIC
and pops in and gives you this nonchalant look like… “how you doin’?” before he fucking murders your dumb ass…
There is no friendship stronger than those forged in the weeaboo years.