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[frenlom]

I'd very much enjoy that, yes, though I'll need to get an account set up

to my dear doppelgänger @frenlom i do apologize for my absence as of late, for I am more active on Twitter these days. If you do wish to continue our little game, you can find me here: https://twitter.com/AnomalousFern

[frenlom]

At first they'd be happy enough to answer the questions, perhaps a little too quickly to be "invented" for the story, but slowly they'd start becoming cagier with information, as if realizing he's onto them

"You sure ask a lot of detective questions, huh? If I didn't know better I'd say you're a detective yourself!"

Hey Fern, buddy, I have a question about Detective~

So let's say, hypothetically, he found a little radio transmitter on his doorstep one day, tuned to a specific frequency, with someone on the other end talking to them and wanting to be their friend. And they start telling them about this book that they're writing, about a serial killer who contacts their victims for up to months at a time beforehand, and befriends them overtime, before they break into their house one night and kill them

The only thing is, the details of their deaths seem to be...extremely similar to killings that have been reported on and investigated, including lots of details that were never actually released to the public~

How would they react to this?

(Frenlom)

Knowing Detective he would remain calm and stoic, and continue the charade of pretending to not notice the correlating facts and befriend the voice in the radio to find their location and take them down

[frenlom]

I like to imagine that this particular individual would eventually start letting slip some clues without really realizing they're giving away things that can be used to take them down, such as naming a place of work, or a place they go to regularly

I also imagine that if they were ever asked quite how their written works line up so well with known cases they'd "joke" about wanting to get everything as accurate as possible

Hey Fern, buddy, I have a question about Detective~

So let's say, hypothetically, he found a little radio transmitter on his doorstep one day, tuned to a specific frequency, with someone on the other end talking to them and wanting to be their friend. And they start telling them about this book that they're writing, about a serial killer who contacts their victims for up to months at a time beforehand, and befriends them overtime, before they break into their house one night and kill them

The only thing is, the details of their deaths seem to be...extremely similar to killings that have been reported on and investigated, including lots of details that were never actually released to the public~

How would they react to this?

(Frenlom)

Knowing Detective he would remain calm and stoic, and continue the charade of pretending to not notice the correlating facts and befriend the voice in the radio to find their location and take them down

[frenlom]

Footsteps, softly making their way down the corridor, was the only sound that could be heard in the house that night as they made their way towards the attic.

Inconvenient, yes, dreadfully so, and yet they knew that was exactly where she would be.

It was the same place she always was, that she'd unknowingly told them earlier that day.

A confession, it seems, that would seal her fate~

Whistler grinned to themselves as they approached the small ladder up to the attic.

If they were wrong, of course, then this was most likely the point where their career ended, where they went to their grave or worse, jail.

The thought should have scared them, and yet it only thrilled them further.

And so it was with excitement that they made their way up the ladder, doing their best to tread quietly all the while, until they finally set eyes on the girl they came to see.

She was young still -- late teens, perhaps early 20s -- and completely unaware of them for now, back to the room as she scribbled away in that notebook of hers, radio in hand as she chatted to someone on the other end.

It was far too easy, really, to sneak up on her slowly, mentally rehearsing what they wanted to do.

Easy, that is, until they stepped on a board looser than the rest, the loud creak betraying them even as they tried to quickly move off of it.

The girl turned to look at them, taking in their appearance, and simply sighed.

"Hey, is it alright if I call you back later? I have some business to attend to."

Without waiting for a response she turned it off and swiftly pulled out a knife, pointing it towards them with such fierceness they braced themselves for a stabbing.

"So you're the Whistler then?"

They couldn't stop themselves from laughing at that statement.

"In the flesh~"

They held their hand out to her, meeting her gaze all the while.

"And you, if I'm not mistaken, are Radio Silence~"

[frenlom]

Doing alright, had a few run-ins with the Council lately but managed to get away unscathed

How about you? How's your life been?

I wonder how my evil clone @frenlom is doing

[frenlom]

I do not seek your death, friend, for the death of you would also be the death of me

However, I thank you for this knowledge, and I shall pass it along to my friend in the hopes that they may be able to find the answer they seek

Do you think it's possible to kill a god? Not necessarily the one you follow, but just a god.

And if you believe so, how would you go about doing it?

Asking for a friend of course~

(Frenlom)

Death is a true inevitably across reality. To kill A God is indeed possible, but to tell you how is beyond my capabilities.

[frenlom]

Do you know of anyone who can tell me? Someone must slay one before they do irreversible damage to everything, I fear it may already be too late-

Do you think it's possible to kill a god? Not necessarily the one you follow, but just a god.

And if you believe so, how would you go about doing it?

Asking for a friend of course~

(Frenlom)

Death is a true inevitably across reality. To kill A God is indeed possible, but to tell you how is beyond my capabilities.

[frenlom]

=>

narcissus at the pond

[frenlom]

The sun shone down from the sea of blue as I walked along the sandy shoreline. Happy families all around, smiling and cheering for the wonderful day. A pleasant melody floats along, leading children to the cold, sweet ice-cream like a pied piper. I smile, briefly, but my purpose isn't here.

Further down the beach, a child and a monster are deeply engaged in a bad situation. The monster, growling, advancing on the child scrambling away from it, crying and pleading and trying to reach to whatever spark of humanity may be within this wretched thing -- but I know the truth, as I look upon this beast. There is no soul to find.

With but seconds to act, I make my decision. A snap of my fingers is all it takes, then the child is safe in the forest and it is me who is sent tumbling into the blue, it is me who feels the pain and suffering, it is me who holds the burden.

Hours later, I awaken once more on the beach. It is night-time. It is raining. I am alone.

I am safe.

[frenlom]

Actually, it's me that's fren shaped

Fren shaped

Right back at ya, n thanks <3

[frenlom]

Hi Fern!

[frenlom]

And in this route you don't have to fight Spamton at the castle either

here’s the dramatic part of the shrinky dink route where you force queen to attack swatch, dealing a whopping 0 damage and instantly making them extremely small

[frenlom]

Why stop there? Why not launch him into space? It's not like the puppet needs to breathe, he's made up of AI

Nothing is funnier to me right now than the attention capitalist rat gets

This is a call out to the me too

[frenlom]

.....howdy?! :D

Howdy!

[frenlom]

Like in the salt route =>

I wonder how my clone is doing. Hey @frenlom how’s it been?

[frenlom]

The only fun thing about him is how small he is, so he can be picked up and thrown through a basketball hoop for our entertainment

I wonder how my clone is doing. Hey @frenlom how’s it been?

[frenlom]

Agreed!

NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO BE A [[big shot]]!!!

THE ONLY BIG SHOT HAPPENING WILL BE YOU GETTING BIG SHOT STRAIGHT TO THE SUN YOU DAMN GLITCHED OUT PUPPET PIECE OF SHIT