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squirrels-soul-returnal · 2 days ago

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*deep in the factory, a soul burns and wanders, but the flame is dying down once again. The soul in its shell sits down and begins to sing, having visions of his bitter exe and a tearful brother who's almost given up hope looking for him...and has lost their will among foul things he saw when he was human, shown when several souls of children with tears streaming down their faces and Playtime merchandise in their hands, looking somber and worried*

(Chat is Eclipse, blue is the ex, red is Gavin)

Look at yourself now Eclipse. Look how you let those you love down easy. Look out for what you cannot see....but what you sees, maybe not what's meant to beeeee...

*As the visions appear, the soul stands and turns to face them*

Walking on these floorboards so creeeaky. Haunted by the ghosts of the past, who seek meee.

We are the hateful phantom choir, ohhh can you feel the wrath of our faint ire?

When the sun shines, i feel droplets of rain, once again drenching me in their pain. It's so stark, in the dark, with no spark This tale I embarked has left its mark

This tale you embarked, has left its mark

Look away, oh look away, they're took away and left astray, only for them to be displayed in this factory of dismay, reside inside their toyish frames but I'm among the ones to blame. I've cursed my family's name, forever leaving a stain!

Lock the doors, close the blinds. Dim the lights and cut the power. In our macabre delight! Let's see you hurled up, frightened and cower.

Reap what you've sown, you coward. Pick the petals off your flower, your sanity's devoured, time still ticks past your final hour.

You're naught but a waste of space, Why do you try to hide your face, your kin all know you're a disgrace. Why would they give you an embrace? But you ran and left them to dry and now you do nothing but cry. Oh what's the point in endless grief when you choose our beliefs?

What's truly real and what is fake? Trusting your imaginations, your mistake. Sink along with the debris so you can drown inside Hell's lake. Hold Death's hand, don't go and boast. Go move on, you foul ghost. You have your kin and children's debt to pay

All of the menageries, yet the only monster is me. I see them on the floor, bloody. I only wish to set them free, yet no matter how much i plead, an offer will not be agreed. I've lost the time, I've done the deed, now their fates are concrete! I had done so much for them back then. I wish I could repay it all back.

Iiiii'll never see them again, it's a constant sign of all that I lack!

Mark all of their graves but there's only one they will forget! It's the wayward coward, frail and underpowered. Who are you, don't act like you'll be remembered. Your pouring rain killed their ember, you're just a leech, now his deeds devoured.. .

*The hybrid falls to his knees on the floor and screams, starting to cry, the children's souls float toward them and look even more worried*

LOOK AT YOURSELF NOW, YOU FAILURE. LOOK WHAT YOU'RE IN, YOU PITIFUL HUMAN. IT'S MY FAULT, LOCK ME INSIDE A VAULT, fill my wounds with a pound of salt, I have no room to exaaalt. Not herrre. All because of my pathetic fears.

Are you sad that you have nobody else to rely on? Are you melancholic without a shoulder to cry on? I guess you're now nothing without them, You think ugly crying'd make me sympathetic? Nooo...

Why did I let my cowardice leave them just to die there? My mind echoes sympathetic words i said in their ears. "Jump up higher, superstars, that's how you do it! I know that you'll make it far, just push on through it!"

Just goooo and join those kids in the afterlife. You're a failure and you know it.

Dark clouds in the sky start to swirl. The stark ground that bury the pure souls in this wretched world

If you're a hero then show it! That's right, you're a mere isotope, praying for their forgiveness is your only hope

*He gets back up and begins to wander again, children's souls following, some hugging him tightly*

Every night is so animus. It will be my quietus, frail. Can you live a life knowing that you have FAILED. Your dead imagination is your own JAIL. Look for a chance for salvation, but your terror made that ship set sail.

Bound, to the only place you belong, underground. You're a fool thinking salvation will be found. Make your fate come into fruition, see your own imagery surround, as they call out your name, as they all sing out your shame, as they give you fate to claim, as they put you in that frame. Like what they did to who'd love you most. We think you're better as a ghost.

Waving, colorful flames spiraling, all doused until one's remaining. My self-loathing keeps on piling, my judgement needs no explainign. I know what I have done, and we'll never make amends, but now my race is run, wake me up when it ends

Though they're not part of the living, you'll be still hearing them singing

*a vision of Gavin and the kids at playcare appear, Eclipse is gushing ethereal tears now*

Everyone..I let you go... disbanded, you're on your own...Ohhhhh...I'm sorry....

MICHAEL, where did you go? We're stranded, lost and alone, Michael! Where did you go? Ohhhh save them my bro....

Ohhhhh, they're all alone, MIchael! You're no hero... Just end it...Accept you're a zero

*the hybrid toy turns his head upwards, waterfalls of ethereal tears escaping his sockets as he screams again*

LOOK AT YOURSELF NOW, YOU FAILURE. YOU CAN'T EVEN SAVE THOSE KIDS FROM DANGER! You're past the end of your journey! You've nothing left for your story!

So it's pain you want to escape? You're already what you hate! the ugly truth fills up the air. You're in despair, you never had a glare! Once you're gone... no one will care

*the soul sits again, taking a softer tone as the visions fade*

Now rest your head, dear Michael..Loved ones are dead, you failed so easily...Put this to bed now, Michael. You've been mislead and it's how, it's meant to be... Though presence, may be shown...you're all aaaa-LONE....

#lyric posting #oc lore through lyrics #poppy playtime oc by technicality

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snowysoul-squrirel · 19 days ago

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(Chat is Eclipse, blue is the exe, red is gavin)

Look at yourself now Eclipse. Look how you let those you love down easy. Look out for what you cannot see....but what you sees, maybe not what's meant to beeeee...

*As the visions appear, the soul stands and turns to face them*

Walking on these floorboards so creeeaky. Haunted by the ghosts of the past, who seek meee.

We are the hateful phantom choir, ohhh can you feel the wrath of our faint ire?

When the sun shines, i feel droplets of rain, once again drenching me in their pain. It's so stark, in the dark, with no spark This tale I embarked has left its mark

This tale you embarked has left its mark

Lock the doors, close the blinds. Dim the lights and cut the power. In our macabre delight! Let's see you hurled up, frightened and cower.

Reap what you've sown, you coward. Pick the petals off your flower, your sanity's devoured, time still ticks past your final hour.

What's truly real and what is fake? Trusting your imaginations, your mistake. SInk along with the debris so you can drown inside Hell's lake. Hold Death's hand, don't go and boast. Go move on, you foul ghost. You have your kin and childrens' debt to pay

Iiiii'll never see them again, it's a constant sign of all that I lack!

*The hybrid falls to his knees on the floor and screams, starting to cry, the children's souls float toward them and look even more worried*

Are you sad that you have nobody else to rely on? Are you melancholic without a shoulder to cry on? I guess you're now nothing without them, You think ugly crying'd make me sympathetic? Nooo...

Just goooo and join those kids in the afterlife. You're a failure and you know it

Dark clouds in the sky start to swirl. The stark ground that bury the pure souls in this wretched world

If you're a hero then show it! That's right, you're a mere isotope, praying for their forgiveness is your only hope

*He gets back up and begins to wander again, children's souls following, some hugging him tightly*

Every night is so animus. It will be my quietus, frail. Can you live a life knowing that you have FAILED. Your dead imagination is your own jail. Look for a chance for salvation, but your terror made that ship set sail.