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It me.

Featuring @chemical-bunz ' Pandora, Atlas, Artemis and Apollo and a Raggedy Andy AU

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grandmas :]

Thanks grandma.

😭

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something about this new word just sits wrong with me :[ like the slurs that have been around for a long time they are just words to me like throwing words at a wall but this one… brakes the wall for me idk what it is guys

ok well now im just thinking abt these two

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@bl00dy-vampz us lol

The poorly influenced poob

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had a dream last night that the reason speedrunners say "uno mas" when they're gonna do another run isn't because it's spanish for "one more", but because Bruno Mars used to speedrun Ocarina of Time and his chat found it funny that it was his name with a bunch of letters missing

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Let’s get burger today :)

No way

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laying around

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you cant tell me what to do

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I NEED TO BREAK FREE FROM THIS HUMAN SKIN

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cobs is bald (I think)

one of the last things cobs did was destroy a robot and one of the first things poppy did was fix one

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Happy 3rd Birthday to Be Born!!!!!

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god I love this silly guy

you can eat in front of us mate! it’s okay!

-@gonna-win-gotta-try

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9/10 damn

Put a finger down, Chonny Jash fandom edition

Put a finger down if you have a playlist of only Chonny Jash songs

Put a finger down if you had a Chonny Jash hyperfixation or are currently hyperfixating

Put a finger down if you read Chonny Jash fanfiction

Put a finger down if you're on or have been on the CJFS

Put a finger down if you have any kind of HMS cosplay

Put a finger down if you have a photo album on your phone for Chonny Jash fanart, or for bonus points, a Pinterest board

Put a finger down if you have made bracelets or anything similar based on HMS, a Chonny Jash song, etc

Put a finger down if you know all the words to more than ten Chonny Jash songs

Put a finger down if you have or have had a jashling phone wallpaper

And lastly, put a finger down if you were here before CCCC

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Instead of sleeping I decided to look through animatics and started listening to Coin-Operated Boy on repeat, and wrote a fanfic 🙃

This isn't beta-read, once again.

Formatting looks a little weird thanks to Tumblr.

ALSO, after rereading this, while not my intention, it may come across kinda ship-like. Not my intention, interperate as you like.

WARNING: MENTIONS OF ROTTEN FOOD AND ANIMAL DEATH

Hopefully I captured a Salad Fingers vibe.

Mind stood quietly in front of the fridge.

Soul was in his room. He had been in his room for the last... month. Mind wasn't sure how long one could really live without food or water, but he assumed Soul was a special case.

He gently slotted in a new plastic container of leftovers. Lunch.

It was perfectly organised.

Mind took in a deep breath of the chilled rot. Container after container of rotting leftovers resided in that fridge. He was slipping.

Gently, he closed the door and crept out towards the living room.

Never in his life had he been so aware of how loud everything was until he was the only one around to make any.

He cringed at the creak of the floor boards.

Mind was proud of himself, though.

He sat down in his armchair and returned his attention to the half finished craft project on the coffee table.

It was complete, really.

His new companion.

Fashioned out of one of Heart's old socks, covered in his quils like a pin cushion, was a sock puppet.

He put it on his right hand. It hid the grotesque inky sludge that had grown over his prosthetic.

Mind stared into its blank googly eyes.

He hesitated to speak for a moment.

"You're..." Mind's new voice still felt foreign to his own ear. "You're going to be False Heart." He told the puppet.

He nodded his hand to acknowledge himself.

"Okay..." He murmured to himself. It felt awkward, the silence in the room. Meeting strangers wasn't as easy as he'd hoped.

Mind looked to the clock to break eye contact.

"Look, it's half past two. We need to do the laundry." He told it in hopes of breaking the tension.

"Come on."

Mind stood up and crept towards the laundry room.

He pulled off the sock puppet again and set it up on the counter to watch.

"You have big shoes to fill."

Mind told it.

"Heart did a lot of talking."

Mind looked up from the laundry basket as he pulled out the wet clothes.

He looked away again.

"We disagreed sometimes."

Mind put the wet clothes into the dryer.

"He wouldn't take his medicine. And I made him. I think he still hates me for that."

Mind turned on the dryer, then stood up.

"Does anyone hate you?"

Mind picked up the puppet and put it back onto his hand.

"I didn't think so."

Mind walked back to the kitchen. He didn't like how the puppets' eyes rattled as they walked. He was polite enough to keep quiet.

He set up the puppet on the windowsill.

"We have to do the dishes now." He explained. "We wouldn't want them to go bad."

He turned on the tap, running it as hot as possible, and put the plug in the sink to let it fill up. As soon as it was full, he turned off the tap and started to wash the dishes with soap and a sponge.

The sound of scrubbing and sloshing water filled the kitchen. Suds accumulated in thick swathes and were washed off by the quickly dirtying water.

"This was Soul's chore." Mind told the puppet.

"I think it was the only thing he did to help." Mind looked up from his scrubbing.

"You have big shoes to fill." Mind looked back down at the sink.

He set aside the dishes to dry them.

"But I like you. You listen to me. That means a lot."

Mind's perpetual frown softened to a blank expression.

He reached to the dish towel and dried off his hands. He did the dishes afterwards, then neatly put them away.

Things were just how he liked them now.

The glasses were lined up on their shelf on the cupboard.

Three. Exactly three.

The outliers now decorate the grass beneath the exterior wall by the backdoor.

The mugs were lined up in their shelf under the glasses in the same cupboard.

Three. Exactly three.

The outliers now decorate the grass beneath the exterior wall of the chicken coop.

Everything was much the same.

With no one to object, Mind had trimmed the fat.

Mind picked up his friend afterwards and tucked it into the waistband of his trousers. Its head lulled pathetically against his thigh.

"We have to take out the rubbish now."

Mind went to the bins and pulled out the near empty liners. He tied a knot in the top of each. It was easier now that his limbs were fleshier than before, far less likely to rip the delicate plastic.

He took the bags out to the bins in the back. He put one in the black bin and the other in the blue.

"I don't like this chore." Mind told the puppet.

He allowed the lids to fully shut.

"It gets me dirty." Mind started walking to the shed.

"I don't like this one either. But Soul isn't awake right now." Mind tugged open the rickety wooden door, the uneven slats scrapped against the floor boards.

"We have to feed the chicken." Mind grabbed the sack of chicken feed.

"I think it's sad right now." Mind walked to the beat-up coop. "It misses Soul."

Mind pulled open the door and poured some feed into the metal bowl.

Darrell's corpse rotted in the corner amongst dirty straw and shards of plate.

"It won't eat." Mind told his friend. "I wonder sometimes if it does that to spite me."

Mind stared at the dead animal.

"But then I remember that animals aren't able to do that." He closed the wooden door and returned the feed to the shed.

"I'm going to get clean now." Mind shut the shed door. "You should too."

Mind walked back inside. He hardly noticed the creak of the floor boards as he went to the bathroom.

He pulled his friends soft fabric body from his waistband and held it tightly in his right hand as he drew himself a bath.

"I must seem very boring to someone such as yourself." Mind spoke as he waited for the bath. "But I enjoy the routine. Maybe we can do something you want to do tomorrow."

When the bath had finally filled, he turned off the tap and took off his clothes, then he climbed in.

The warmth of the water felt soothing, steam fogged the mirror, Mind still held his new best friend close as he washed.

"You know, medicine wasn't the only thing me and Heart had disagreements over." Mind rubbed shampoo into his scalp.

"We'd disagree on the silliest things. Like what genre of film was the best, who Soul agreed with, how to be Whole."

Mind rinsed out the suds the best he could.

"I don't think I even really remember any of those disagreements now. They felt very serious at the time, but I suppose in retrospect they were very meaningless."

Mind ran conditioner through his hair. "I doubt we'd ever argue like that. Heart was just passionate about things. As are you."

Mind set the puppet on the edge of the tub as he rinsed his hair again, this time with both hands.

"I really care about you." He said as he rose from the now lukewarm water. It fell off him in rivulets, and drops continued to pour as he stepped onto the cold tiles and wrapped a towel around his waist.

"I'd like to have dinner with you this evening." Mind paused and stared at his other half, awaiting its answer.

He smiled.

"I'll make pasta."

Mind spent the rest of the day getting everything ready. He wanted it all to be perfect.

He took out his favourite table cloth, set the table for three, and cooked his favourite dish when. He even wore his freshly washed clothes.

It was all ready for six o'clock.

Mind sat in his blood spattered seat. His other half took the one across from him, and Darrell Soul sat to his left.

Mind took a bite of his meal but swallowed it before he could enjoy it. He was eager to hear what his other half had to say.

"What do you think?" He enquired anxiously, "It's your recipe, after all. I tried to do it justice."

He nodded in turn, "Good. I'm always open to constructive criticism." He went back to eat his meal.

"You know... I think the last time I had this was on my birthday– Mm, Yeah. I think it was also the last time me and you argued. Probably something dumb, I suspect. I think you started."

Mind looked up from his plate. "Yeah, but you definitely started it."

Mind glanced back down at his plate. "No– Don't interrupt me, I hate it when you interrupt me. I'm not trying to 'blame' you. I'm just saying what happened."

Mind set down his cutlery and leaned back. "How do you think I felt? I do– I told you not to interrupt me." He felt agitated. "You're doing it again! You're starting things– Butt out, this doesn't involve you." He snapped at Soul.

"He's fi– Don't talk over me." Mind's agitation grew.

"I'm not– No– I am– HEART, WOULD YOU STOP FUCKING INTERRUPTING ME!?" Mind finally yelled with a slam of his fists. The dishes rattled on the table and Mind quickly withdrew again.

He sat there for a while, running his fingers through his hair, plucking a hair or two occasionally.

"I'm sorry." He finally forced out. "I shouldn't have yelled."

Mind nodded and got up.

He picked up his sock puppet up and hugged it tightly. "I forgive you." He sighed shakily.

"I didn't mean to get angry. I love you."

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i want a chicken not food, just a live chicken