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Past the wandering eyes of the ones we had left behind

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Simon survives and is just like “wow, okay thanks guys.”

I can’t stop, send help

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I Simon’d, put it on my new blog but idk if it worked.

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Having sad Simon feelings gave me the need to draw something that can cheer me up: a Simon watching over from up above.

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ive been obsessed with lord of the flies recently… simon is my precious flower child

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「 ☠ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴏғ ɪsʟᴀɴᴅs. 」█]➺ he cringed at the relatively anticipated shriek, facial features contorting into a sort of grimace. goodness gracious, and his classmates had thought he was batty.

'how can you like something like that?'

   █  —- ♛ ❝Oh— yes it is!❞ The younger girl sang, and quickly stopped, holding up her hands,  ❝wu- wu- wait! This is my favorite—❞ The screams died down, then suddenly- ARGH! - a loud shriek. She grinned, ❝Magic.❞

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「 ☠ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴏғ ɪsʟᴀɴᴅs. 」█]➺ simon has to pause for a few moments, eyebrows furrowing in the slightest as she watches the girl dance to screaming.

'i'm sure that's not a song.'

 █  —- ♛ ❝This is my favourite song!❞ — she’s playing sounds of people screaming and begging for mercy from the record player in the corner of the room.

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` batty. like this for a short starter.

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= speartherear

「 ☠ sᴄᴀᴘᴇɢᴏᴀᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴠɪʟɪᴢᴇᴅ. 」█]➺ dark, that's what it is, it's so very; very dark out. he's not sure as to why he's outside, why is he outside? simon pauses where he is, suddenly, and sand flies as his feet dig into the grains. he thinks he sees roger; is that roger? that's probably roger. he remains silent, moments tick-- tick-- tick--

'roger?'

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` batty. like this for a short starter.

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` batty. that's good to hear !! c:

{I’m also good :D}

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` batty. i'm good. what about you?

{How are you dear?}

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speartherear replied to your post:x

{hi}

` batty.  c:

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x

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Simon blinked, jumping a bit when the glasses hit the ground, He frowned slightly, head tilting at the even more so broken glasses, and his lips parted, forming his mouth into a small 'o'. He was tempted to go "oooooooo I'm telling," but they weren't in school anymore and there was no adult to tell on to.

"...It was already broken enough, so I don't see what dropping it again accomplishes."

Oops, the beast had a bit too much of an effect on that sentence. Simon frowned deeper, pausing for a moment, and spoke again. 

"I mean, I won't tell anyone you guys dropped it."

{@not-batty} | Closed RP

The twins put on Piggy’s glasses, which they were expected to use to start a fire again, but instead made silly faces, mocking Piggy. Ah, they always enjoyed making jokes. It was fun to pick on the other boys—especially Piggy, since he can’t hurt them or do anything about it. However, Ralph could possibly do something to stop them…But that’s why they were in the middle of the forest where no one could see them. It was always best that way anyway. Suddenly, Simon came out into view. He was probably off to do weird things in a weird part of the forest again. Weird boy. They remember how he told them to stop making fun of the other boys, so the twin with the glasses on pulled them off and tossed them to their brother, who in turn didn’t catch them and dropped them, breaking them even more. "Whoops…" "You didn’t see that." They looked nervous at the other boy and picked the glasses up, dusting some dirt off of it and holding them up to the sky. "Good as new!"

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Simon was off somewhere, watching the two speak. He frowned slightly, tilting his head as he tried to hear them. Roger glanced over towards Simon's direction, trying to get a pinpoint on where Simon was. 

"Well, he was going to be-- wasn't he? A prisoner is a guard's belonging. And I haven't done anything wrong, Jack."

Roger frowned, pouting.

"Sure-- you're clear, very clear."

Simon blinked, head tilting again.

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