c!karlnapity..??? for writing thing🧍🧍
Ofc cee. I went a little crazy lmao but I wanted it to be special
My dear beloveds - lost letters of the smp. RPG Au.
QUEST: spy for dream. Objective: sneak into Quackity’s office and find plans for his casino’s grand opening.
(Just as you’re about to give up looking you spot a small trash can almost hidden behind one of the huge bookshelves. You walk over and dig through it. Under piles and piles of old building permits, diet Coke cans and cigarettes butts you find a letter. It catches your eye because of how crumpled it is, as if Quackity balled it up with as much force as possible. You reach down and pull it out.)
[ITEAM DESCRIPTION]
You are holding what looks like a letter. It’s been crumpled up and there are tiny holes all over it. As you carefully smooth it out you see the ink has smeared slightly on the cream colored paper along with what looks almost like blood. Several words and sentences are angrily crossed out making dozens of small rips the paper. Still it’s readable. This is not what Dream is looking for but it could give you more insight into Quackity as a person or maybe even give you blackmail. Quackity will be back any moment. You could read the letter, maybe get more favor with Dream and risk Quackity catching you or get what Dream asked for and get out of here never knowing what the letter says.
[READ THE LETTER?]
[YES] [NO]
<This action will have consequences>
[YES]
(You open the letter and start to read)
Dear Sapnap and Karl
Today they played Here Comes The Sun on the radio and I thought of you. Remember dancing to that song in our tiny kitchen? I can’t ever remember being really happy before that. Every other moment is dull compared. It hurt being that happy. It felt like I was burning. I could have died and gone to hell and I would have been smiling. I wish you would tell me what I did wrong. That’s not the point of this letter, I just thought you would like know. I know you both loved that song. Consider it a peace offering to deal with this like the adults we all are.
Sorry for, forgive my rambling I’m not used to writing letters to two people at once. So deal me and my mess one final time because after this you won’t have to anymore. It’s been twelve weeks since we last talked. Not that I’m counting. I just checked.
Right now.
I have a calendar by my desk you know.
Anyway I assumed you both would want your stuff back. This letter will be taped to a package. Inclosed in the package you will find our your wedding rings. They were very expensive and I imagine you would want them.
Don’t worry I cleaned them. Sapnap that dent on yours is from when we where play fighting you bit my ring by mistake. Karl that K on yours is the one you carved into it. You made one in Sapnap’s too. So yeah I didn’t mess with them trust me. Or don’t. Sue me if you want but I’ll take you to court and I’m a very rich man now.
Sorry I didn’t mean that. And not just because threatening to sue looks bad In court. There’s a lawyer tip for you Sapnap! For that magic day you keep claiming is close. You know that one day when you kick those kids off our YOUR lawn and sue them for trespassing instead of feeding them and making sure they’re safe from mobs.
Karl. In this package you also will find your hoodies that I stole and refused to give back because they where big and comfortable. And they did look better on me by the way.
Be careful when you open this package please. (Even though I know Sapnap has probably already ripped it up by now.), some of its items are very delicate, I bought you guys some things for the wedding and it was too late to return them. So. I hope you enjoy. I would ask you to be careful again but I’m sure Sapnap tore through the package the moment he realized he was getting presents.
One more thing and then I’m done I swear. Fuck you both I’m sorry I wasn’t what you wanted Karl but in my defense I tried to tell you who I was and you wouldn’t listen. And honestly it’s not my fault you refused to listen. I am a murder. Your were right about me. But you knew that already. And Sapnap. I don’t blame you for choosing him. Really.
Sapnap if you still want something to do with me you are always welcome. Under everything else you will find a flyer for Las Nevadas. Visit anytime. Karl can go fuck himself. Is not welcome.
I don’t have anything I need back in your place so you can throw it away. Or keep it. Or send it back. I don’t care honestly.
Yeah so this is it. Goodbye. I heard a song and thought of you and I don’t now how long that’ll happened.
It scares me.
I will miss you for the rest of my life.
-Yours
-President
-Quackity
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Your name is Wilbur Soot.
You don't technically have an invitation to this party, but technicalities have never kept you out of Las Nevadas. The air is cool, the night is young, and a hand penned letter is burning a hole in your pocket.
It is not a love letter, but you feel compelled to deliver it in person.
This visual novel contains:
0.5 - 1 hour of gameplay
5 unique endings, based on the course of your conversation
1 psychocompetitive rivalry
0 love letters
[banner art by @cyani07] <3
You can play This Is Not A Love Letter for free here on itch.io!
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WHY- WHY YA-
WHY YA MAKE SCAR MASSACRE GRAIN AND MUBO
:(
You make me cry, but I can't stop reading
BECAUSE ITS SCAR!!! Everytime that man has done even a MOLECULE of lore, hes been SO shifty about his past. And also just I'm going to point at THIS CLIP FROM HIS FIRST STREAM:
THIS MAN DID NOT HESITATE TO KILL HIS FRIENDS IF IT MEANT GETTING MONEY
Suffer with me >:)))))
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*wakes up in a cold sweat remembering that I was 65% of the way through making an audiobook and I never finished it-*
Actually though serious question/poll time again, is the audiobook of Brink something people in the fandom want me to continue as a project?
Like obviously I do enjoy producing it, but it’s a very large time commitment (from recording to posting is about 3+ hours per chapter, roughly). And working on it is unfortunately actively detracting from how quickly I can work on other projects, like releasing the bindable Brink (Second Edition) or making progress on the major overhaul Edge was getting. And honestly even writing new fics, like Border or Cascade are limited because of the time commitment of the Brink audiobook.
I don’t know. I’m torn. I always get super cagey and unwilling to abandon projects, especially public ones, I guess :/
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(I wonder sometimes if anyone of my fellow Anons are just hidden lifestealers. That scares me while trying to sleep.)
ANYWAYS, YOU KNOW & Y'KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS. It's making new Headcanon's time bc my brain runs at 27 MPH and it won't stop!!!
Princezam & Ash are both Dream Demons created by nightmares.
Zam was created by a nightmare a British Royal Son had after seeing Golden Carrots & Golden Apples (He was told they were poisonous)
Ash was created after a Con-man had an experience with the void that made his left eye blind & scared the area 'round it blackish - Purple. (Like black with purple dots & stars) The con-man ran into a swamp to escape the voidhole that attacked him then he saw a realistic version of Shrek & fainted onto the marshy ground.
- 🪻👑 Anon
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