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7. deepest fearest

(CW for bugs, body horror, trypophobia, suicidal implications)

MRM: hey Drip, what do you do when I go out exploring? do you just...wait here? DRP: Sometimes. Kind of…? I can just… decide to stop existing if I want to pass the time. But I can only do that when you’re not in the same room as me. So I automatically reappear when you show up again. Like an unloaded video game character.

MRM: ....uh? DRP: Yeah, it’s like, one blink of my eye and then you’re back again and an undetermined amount of time has passed. MRM: But, what if I never came back? Then what would that be like? DRP: It’s true that I can’t manually “wake up” from it, because stopping is a conscious choice but coming back isn't. So I always do it in the Lobby, since you always return here. If you… if I stopped existing permanently, I can’t even say I would feel nothing because an aware consciousness is required to feel. I don’t always do that when you go, though. i revisit Lovelyland or have some snacks in the Lobby or visit the others. They’re not always there though, since they can do the same thing as me. But they’re also not always the most…cooperative, so I don't really do it that often. Anyways, don’t let any of this stop you from going out. It’s not really a problem. MRM: Still though, you must be lacking in enrichment. I’m sorry i’ve been neglecting you. Do you want to come with me to the next movie? DRP: !!!Okay!!! MRM: I’m going in chronological order at this point, so this is the next one. DRP: Maream…. I. Have a bad feeling about this one. I do not want to go in there. MRM: aww okay. Next time then~  

Lorestland Holt Presents Snail Forest

?????: …hik…fi… Ch???: …camping’s… ???ro: …. some scary stories. Chara (glasses): Seriously? That’s such a trope, are you trying to get us murdered or something? Charo (hat) : It’s a trope, but its a tried and true classic, so we just have to! What about urban legends then, that’s a little more original right? And...the person with the best story wins...a dollar? Charr (hoodie): Deal. Charm (cutesy): Okay! Chara: …fine. Charo: We can go in a circle. Charm goes first.

Charm: What? Ugh, okay.. There were a group of campers…just like us…but overnight, their bodies were discovered all ripped apart and their limbs scattered all over the place. They were camping in the same forest as us ... and … the killer was never found! Some say, that same killer is still roaming around to this day... Chara: As if Charo’s idea wasn’t already tropey enough, are you TRYING to get us murdered too? Charm: Sorry~ That’s what happens when you make me go first. At least you guys got more time to think thanks to me. It’s your turn now, so you better do a better job than me.

Chara: Urk… eh… If you get a cut from a barnacle, they can grow inside of your body since your blood is similar to seawater. And when that happens, they're very difficult to remove and it’s agonizingly painful since they carry diseases and junk. Charr: What? Is that true? Chara: I saw it on a TV show. Charo: That’s not as convincing as you think it makes you sound, but if it is actually true, then it’s not an urban legend. Chara: What? Are we doing urban legends or scary stories? Charo: Well, they overlap but we’re doing urban legends. I don’t feel like explaining the complexities of the differences between the two. Anyways, a phenomenon with evidence and documentation that proves it actually happened isn't a good scary story. It’s only fun when there's a small plausibility of it having actually occurred. Charm: Yeah, Chara. At least my story was my own original. Chara: It was literally the least original story I’ve ever heard somebody try to pass off as their own original creation. Charm: Them’s fighting words. You jerk. Charr? Do you have a story more original than either of ours?

Charr: Hmmm..If you rub your eyes too much, you might accidentally push them into the back of your brain and you won't be able to make them normal again. Charm: Ewww! Is there even room in your head for that to happen? Chara: You get astigmatism from doing that, so rubbing your eyes is already scary enough. Charo: Well, at least it's an urban legend. But it’s not a full story. Charr: Okay, fine. If you watch this cursed TV channel late at night, your eyes will feel itchy and when you rub them, you’ll accidentally push them into the inside of your head. And then bugs will come and fly into your eye sockets and nest inside. Better? Charo: Marginally. After listening to all of what you call your attempts, I can now say for certain I’ll definitely have the best story. So this happened to a person in my apartment…

MRO: ...Huh. I wonder what his story was going to be about. My back feels weird. Better not be bedbugs. But bedbug bites aren’t this lumpy, right?

Is it... it feels worse? That can’t be right. It’s like even more bumps are growing on my back. Fuck, where’s my phone. It feels weird, it’s getting hard to move gh

*thud*

hAhhh it hurts please please somebody help me My back is being ripped apart. I’m slowly being eaten alive and I can’t even scream in agony because my vocal cords are paralyzed, along with the rest of my body.

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(I watched a documentary about tarantula hawks once. The tarantula hawk lays one single egg on its paralyzed alive tarantula prey, for the hatched larvae to feed on, which knows how to avoid the tarantula’s vital organs in order to keep it alive for as long as possible. Isn’t it a wonder for a creature as simple as a bug larvae to be able to know how to do that?)

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I wonder how long its been. The pain is so unbearable, I can barely even think. I can't close my mouth and my tongue feels dried out. I can’t even blink. My eyes burn but it’s nothing compared to the sensation of everything else going on at the moment. I think those things have started moving around. Things are crawling out now, and crawling over me.

I can’t even see whatever’s parasitizing my body right now. Do I even want to know? Demons? Aliens? Insects? Whoever discovers my corpse is going to be in for a nasty surprise.

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(Sometimes old people who live alone end up incapacitated, but there’s nobody left who cares enough about them to check up on them routinely. So they lie there for who knows how long, until death comes to take them. And nobody finds them until the smell gets bad enough for people to investigate. Isn’t that tragic?)

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I’m sure I’ll be found eventually. I won’t be found in time though, that’s for sure. Would it even matter if I’m discovered, right now or then? Nothing can matter to a dead person, and there’s no way anybody could recover from this if they managed to survive. I don’t even have to see to know my body’s fucked beyond repair. Please, I want to die. Please, I want to be dead, I need to die, but my body sure is taking its sweet time to do so. Or maybe it’s something else keeping me alive.

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So it is a bug. A tiny snail. Lots of them. Crawling into my mouth. My tongue is being chewed into bits. And my gums too. Crawling into my eyes. My vision blears into wet darkness. It’s…good? Like when my eyes close as I fall asleep… ...asleep. That’s right. This must be a dream. So I can just wake up

I get up and it still hurts.

The holes and snails are still there but they disappear if somebody happens to see.

Though the mess still remains, and my body still aches. 

I don’t bother going to the doctors. I don’t think there’s anything they could do, and there’s nothing I would be able to afford if they could do something for me either. 

I don’t even die, so I go apologize at work and work and skip my planned trip to the grocery store and return home and the snails are now all over the place, and they always reappear no matter what I try to do.

And every week there’s always another episode, and the amount of snails and the frequency of episodes increase with every successive day. The pain never abates. But it’s just another thing to adjust to, even if

There’s no hope, so the only choice I have left is to

I get up and it still

I get up and it still

hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts I get up and it still hurts I get up and it still hurts I get up and it still hurts I get up and I get up and it still hurts and I get up and it still hurts I get up and it still

There’s no hope, so the only choice I have left is to

Charr: ….excuse me? Did you find this story on Two-Sentence Horror Stories on Reddit and then try to extend it or something? It sure would explain how barmy it was. What part about that story was scary? I’ve read erotica that’s made me feel more disturbed. Charm: Stupidly symbolical more than anything else. You have the nerve to act all high and mighty and this is all you have in store for us? All you did was describe a guy being graphically tortured for like 500 million hours. For like 10 minutes. And it wasn’t even scary. Maybe mine wasn’t either, but at least MY story was tasteful. Chara: I think all of our stories sucked. Charm: Hot take. But not entirely incorrect. Cha?r: Maybe…. but ....the best ….dollar you promised. ?harm: What? … decided this. C???o: …body 25 cents …. back. C?a?m: ..take it. ???rr: ..ah….

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Mini Chapter 6: Foam

MRM: ewww,,,it’s like the cap wasn’t properly sealed so the liquid seeped out and the sand’s all stuck to the exterior of the bottle. grody Item: Bubble Solution Charm: Foam -a bubble wand, which resembles a katana -when activated, warps the user to the entrance origin point of the location they were thinking about -with no destination in mind, Lobby is set to deafult -the case is made out of a crystal like material -can be activated by either unsheathing the wand or smashing the case -there is no “blade” to the case. it is not a real sword

MRM: a bubble wand? let’s-

*foam*

MRL: ...

I don’t like to travel. Or at least, being the one responsible for arriving at the destination.

If I end up in a tricky situation, then what am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to just, rely on the selflessness of total strangers to take initiative and decide to help me out?

Or...even worse, rely on myself to solve the problem I technically put myself in? If nobody is able to help, self included, then what is going to happen to me?

I don’t like unnecessary risks. I don’t like the unpredictability of the outside world. So I’m content with always staying at home.

*foam* MRM: ah. the Lobby. I teleported here? i wonder if.. DRP: ah. maro. is th-

*SMASH!* *foam*

DRP: ...did he even see me? ...he probably didn’t hear me. maybe i should get a megaphone or something?

*sigh* *thinking*

he’s excited. he’s having fun and I’m glad he’s having fun.

all of these new novelties and escapades, these new and exciting places he can hang out in for as long as he desires.

I wouldn’t be able to provide for him these sorts of experiences if I had kept him confined to Lovelyland.

...but even if we weren’t able to hang out for long durations during that time, or explore fresh and new areas like this. I was his one and only consigliere, that he could always and only rely on. yet now...

I don’t want him to hate me, so I can’t force my way into making him hang out with me at all times. But I wonder if I’m going to be left behind.

It feels like something bad is going to happen. Or maybe it already did. So did I make a mistake? Should I have tried a bit harder to discourage him from leaving Lovelyland? I just...

I really miss those old days. Those predictable simpler days. ... so what’s going to happen from now on-

*foam*

MRM: hiiiiiiiii DRP: ...

MRM: heeyyy, don’t you notice anything different? anything new?

DRP: ...nope

MRM: come on, give me something to work with here~ this is the last time i’ll do this, okay? it totally won’t become a regular thing, i prommy~ so don’t get too angry. i’m really happy with this new look (for now)! hey, say that I look nice

DRP: ... *huff*

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5. 7 billion people

There’s no one near around you.

MRM: *twitch* DRP: hello MRM: oh DRP: here ill recap what happened in the last dream DRP: you got attacked and then you melted into a puddle and then reformed in the Lobby the end MRM: wow what an entirely pointless full page of art explaining something that didn’t really need to be explained DRP: yeah

DRP: oops  i forgot

DRP: i was gonna give you your own Swab in Lovelyland but i forgot woopsies MRM: wow! so cyute~ MRM: ill make use of this in another chapter 

GREETINGS FROM LONELYLAND LITTORAL! REMOTE ISLAND

MRL: I don’t like the idea of something watching without my knowing.

MRL: A ghost  I can’t see, when I’m alone at home. MRL: Someone watching upclose, through the webcam of my phone MRL: A nosy god, watching from above

MRL: I consent when I go outside, when I post about myself online...

MRL: ...but somebody observing, perceiving, and processing Me, who i Am and what the actions that i Do when i think that i’m alone

MRL: i don’t like the thought of that. Not even mom and dad got to see these secret parts of my life.

MRL: The embarrassing things that I watch, the embarrassing music that I listen to.

MRL: The embarrassing stories and fantasies and creations that I make.

MRL: When I pick my nose, or eat things off of the floor, or lick my fingers after eating chips.

MRL: These are all parts of me that I don’t want anyone to see.

MRL: ...but i’d be lying if i said, that, i don’t want a relationship where i can be as vulnerable as i am when i am all alone

MAXIMUM OCCUPANCY NOT TO EXCEED ? PERSONS

MRM: ...

MRM: drip? drip

MRM: oh well. could’ve sworn he followed me in       

MRM: this beach is clean in the middle, but the farther out you go, there’s more seaweed and weird plants around

MRM: but when you go the other way, this side has a bunch of garbage all over the place

MRM: i Wonder what it could all Mean

MRM: in animes, there are always those beach episodes, right. where friends get into wacky beach-related hi jinks together and bond and stuff

MRM: our senior beach trip before graduation got cancelled. Now and even then, I have no people to go to the beach with. shit.

MRM: ...

MRM: oh fuck lying down feels amazing

???: ...

MRM: ...

Leach(LCH): ... its... unsafe to sit still for too long... LCH: because.. the sand is like really MRM: shut up. i’m like so comfortable right now. so leave me alone LCH: but... the san MRM: who cares. even if it kills me, i welcome it. this feels too nice

*sand sinking noises* MRM: oh wow, im sinking. Is this situation a metaphor for how I’ve gotten too comfortable in my solitude? and how I now lack the social network, social support, social skills, and social desire that prevents people from becoming uncongenial schmucks like me? which in turn, enforces my seclusion through my own apathy and inaction? who will find my corpse when i am dead and all alone

LCH: you know you can still get up right. the sand sinks but it’s not that heavy here I’ll help you up-

MRM: no i’m good i’m too comfortable

LCH: ...

*maro sinks and dies*

MRL: ...

*thinking* oh fuck is this sleep paralysis

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3. what lies beyond

MRM: ....m DRP: oh you’re back MRM: sorry, it was my stupid alarm clock. i don’t even have work to wake up for now anyways DRP: you’re still outside. i wasn’t sure whether to move you back or not. are you gonna keep exploring? MRL: obvs

DRP: here, i forgot to give you some shoes. you don’t really need them, but it’s only appropriate. MRL: yaaaayyyyy fun yeaaa

[NOTHING IMPORTANT HAPPENS, LIKE AT ALL]

MRM: whew that was great. maybe if i remember, i’ll go to a real amusement park later. DRP: that’s good! i hope you’ll have a good time! MRM: ..real...

MRM: hey Drip, i saw, like, an exit earlier. is there more stuff outside of the park? or do i just exit when i want to wake up DRP: !!!!!!!!!!!!!! N!!! O!!!!! NO THERE’S NOTHING!!!!! VOID! !!!! YOU CAN’T GO THAT WAY!!

MRM: ...ok.. is t- DRP: IF YOU!!GO THAT WAY!!!! YOU UHHHH!! YOU!!!! WON’T BE ABLE TO UH COME BACK! LIKE WHEN YOU FALL ASLEEP YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO DREAM BACK HERE AGAIN!!!SO PLEASEDON’T

MRM: lol, i was just wondering. it’s not like i want to do that. that would suck cuz this place is so great DRP: hoooo~ that’s good to hear.... DRP:... MRM: what else~i wonder~ DRP:... [NOTHING HAPPENS SOME MORE]

DRP: Maro... are you.. unsatisfied with this place MRM: no, where the fuck did this come from

DRP:well we have to get to the “plot” somehow MRM: what

DRP: ...if.. if you have a whole entire drink, you’d want to finish it all, right? MRM: i mean, not if it’s a gross drink. But if this hypothetical drink is an analogy for there being more stuff outside of the park, then is the stuff outside good or bad? you must have lied to me for a reason back there DRP: i’m ... i’m not sure..... I've been outside. I can leave this area. i just, don’t know if you’d like what’s there.

MRM: then why don’t we go see together DRP: ...I’m.. not sure... I just want you to be contented here..that’s what i’m here for after all

MRM: well...I can’t deny I’m curious now. but it almost seems like you’re the one who’s not contented DRP: W-

MRM: i wanna go look. will you come with me? DRP: ...... i will

MRM: here goes...

Lovelyland Amusement Presents: Dream of Me

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