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The sillies

[talkbycolor]

mushroom oasis headcanons . . . ↷

A/N; im very sensitive about mychael too, oops

Pairing; "Mychael" x GN!Reader

CW; idk alien sex (jk) / this is actually cute, dont worry

Mychael as your boyfriend.

I just know that he likes to listen to ABBA with you and dance in the mornings when making breakfast or at night before going to sleep.

He purrs at bedtime, especially if you pet his hair.

You can caress his horns, they are softer than they look but also sensitive, be delicate

After a while of relationship, he could no longer avoid the growing guilt he felt and told you about the mushrooms in the forest and the brainwashing he did to you at the beginning.

Definitely identifies with Roar's "Christmas Kids" song.

Be thankful he doesn't have an internet connection or he'd make Deez Nuts cringe jokes.

He is the perfect person for fairycore, you have already begged him to do makeup together, even though he didn't need any of that.

He likes to feel safe, silly and childish with you, having learned to take care of himself since… well, always, it was a drain on the soul. what a relief to his heart to be able to be childish with you, like a break.

He still has certain self-esteem problems, his eyes always dilate when you say nice things about him (or when he's about to jump and attack ((kiss you)))

It's not like Mychael is an uncivilized being, but you've taken the time to teach him several things on dates you've had, things that perhaps he didn't know due to his isolation from society.

You're actually a little scared of what could happen if they discover Mychael's existence, so if you live together it will be in the forest.

Sometimes he is selfish and brainwashes you when he wants more kisses or just feels too needy to let you go out with your friends.

For him there is no such thing as breaking up, he will beg you for answers and ask countless times what the problem is or what you want him to change, as a last resort he would brainwash you so that you stay by his side, even if it's like a shell.

"They were 20 and decided to end their life just like this. They went up to the 21st floor and left without saying "goodbye." I wonder if when they were flying through the air they remembered… ..I once told him if you kill yourself I'm gonna kill myself too!" Basically Mychael not being able to continue with his life alone once he meets MC, if you leave, so does he.

The first time you had sex, bro, Mychael almost had to be chained up, he acted like a spoiled kid when he tried his new favorite candy.

Mychael composes songs for MC, he will even try to get new instruments, new talents, anything to entertain his firefly and have them stay in the forest with him.

Is the kind of old-fashioned sculpted lover, don't doubt that you will look like a 60-year-old couple with 3 chickens and a dog, your wish is his command. If you can't go out to eat at an elegant restaurant, he will get a recipe book to prepare the best dishes and put candles on the table. If you don't have new clothes, he will knit what you like. If you don't like the color of the cabin, he will paint everything as many times as necessary.

Physically? Mychael will never hurt you, using guilt as manipulation is not to his liking either, he loves you too much so he will only wash your brain to have a perfect life by your side, don't worry, you are safe from the world and you will have healing caresses every night , even if it is not today, if it is not tomorrow, you will learn to need it on your own and stay at will.

Mychael is terrified of people, the opinion of the masses made him think of himself as a monster and he can't help but blurt out little comments mocking his own appearance. Being with you makes him forget what he is. Why was he surprised? Because you didn't look away.

His saliva is a little salty and something tells me that he produces goo when he is excited, trust me (delulu)

♡

[sweet1hxney]

˖ ࣪ ⊹ ( 🍓 )The idea stays in my mind, thinking a little and drawing MR!Mychael, I thought about his role as a yandere.

I have the idea that by already having affection for MC, just like Mychael, he will develop attachment to MC, but with the difference that he could be a little more possessive.

He is somewhat reluctant to even think of another way other than defense, but MC makes him feel warm, too much... Maybe he doesn't want you to go away from him, he is very suspicious of this new feeling, to the point that he becomes a little more violent in keeping you by his side, after all, he can no longer manipulate you, he must opt for other methods, perhaps not as effective.

Traducción:

˖ ࣪ ⊹ ( 🍓 ) La idea se queda en mi mente, un poco pensando y dibujando a MR!Mychael, pensé en su rol como yandere.

Tengo la idea que al ya tener cariño a MC, igual a Mychael, desarrollará apego a MC, pero con la diferencia de que podría ser un poco más posesivo.

Es algo reacio ya en siquiera pensar en otra manera que no sea en defensa, pero MC lo hace sentir cálido, demasiado... Quizás no quiera que se aleje de él, sospecha mucho de ese nuevo sentimiento, al punto de que se vuelva un poco más violento en mantenerte a su lado, después de todo, ya no puede manipularte, debe optar por otros métodos, quizás no tan eficaces

[jamp15]

Holaaa les subo un nuevo dibujo rápido que hice este viernes para no dejar la cuenta tan inactiva JSJS😭

Y sobre todo informarles que voy a seguir contestando algunas preguntas que tengo pendientes, lo siento mucho por los que hace tiempo me han hecho preguntas y no he contestado, me gusta contestarlas con dibujos y darles siempre una buena respuesta ♡♡♡ Los quieroo

[English]☆

Hello, I'm uploading a new quick drawing that I did this Friday so as not to leave the account so inactive Haha

And above all, inform you that I am going to continue answering some questions that I have pending, I am very sorry for those who asked me a long time ago and I have not answered, I like to answer them with drawings and always give them a good answer ♡♡♡

[memymay]

~ Mychael ~ Mushroom Oasis Oneshot ~

Reader who’s legally blind / has really poor eyesight

fluff, comfort - NB reader - No TW’s

Reader Insert Masterlist ⭐️

(For those of you who don’t know, you can still have sight while being legally blind, for this MC is going to have glasses. I’m legally blind without my glasses, and I’ve had this idea in my head for a good long while, enjoy!)

“Mychael… is that yours…?” You asked, staring at the tail now tightly gripping your cup. Your eyes slowly gazed up to look at Mychael, head now hanging low in his hands. It hurt to seem him like this, he was so cheery just a few moments ago.

“I… I’m sorry (y/n)” he spoke softly, “I-“ he paused, debating his next words, “I should be honest…” he slowly tilted his head up, pulling his hair back to reveal his two sets of eyes.

You stared in shook, looking from one set to the other, and taking in his expression. His brows were knit, and a small frown adorned his face… he was scared. He looked away from you, avoiding your gaze and looking around the room. His dark eyes were downcast, and his eyes were teary.

“Please…” his voice was low, almost a whisper, “I know… I…” he stopped and took a deep breath to steady himself, before closing his eyes and speaking again, “I know its a lot… but… this is what i really look like. Who I really am…”

“I know what I look like, just please,” he finally turned his gaze back up to you, eyes pleading, “Please don’t be scared…” he begged.

Finally gathering your senses, you turn your gaze to flick between his eyes, tail, ears, and horns. You weren’t scared, as much as fascinated. He was like the fae your grandmother would warn you about, like the fairies, elves, and dragons in your story books.

However, this did not reach Mychael. His perception clouded by fear, he took your silence as a bad sign. he dropped his head on the table, quietly muttering out a sentence that was barely audible, being muffled by the table. “I can hide my face, if that’s what you want, just… I…” he let out a staggered breath, not knowing what else he could say. Slowly he peaked up through his hair to see your face.

You were smiling

A soft reassuring smile, one that slightly eased his growing anxiety.

“There’s nothing wrong with how you look.” You said plainly, meeting his eyes as he picked his head off the table. He was preparing for the worst, and hopping for the best. But even so, your reaction was the farthest from what he expected. Not even in the “good ending” he had hoped for.

“R-Really!?” He asked, face lifting from disparate to a slight hopeful look, “even though I look like this?”

You reached up to grab your glasses, taking them off and setting them on the table.

“There,” you said, smiling fondly, “now I can’t see you, problem solved.”

“That’s not-“

“Mychael.” You interrupted, “You have treated me better than most of the people I know would have. And im a stranger. Your kindness means more to me than what you look like.”

You reached out to put your glasses back on, and laid your hand on his, “I’ve spent most of my life with eyesight so bad, im considered legally blind. Only recently did I finally get the right prescription. I know there are mean people, and there are nice people” You gave his hand a small reassuring squeeze, “I’d much rather spend my time with someone as thoughtful, kind, caring, and sweet as you over most.”

Mychael stared at you in disbelief as a few small tears streamed down his face. He couldn’t have hopped this would happen, not even in his dreams, yet here he is.

“And besides,” you continued, “you’re pretty in your own way. Like the mystic, natural beauty of nature infused into a person. Unnatural yes, but ugly…?” you paused, staring deeply into his eyes,

“That’s the farthest thing from what you are.”

.

.

.

And that was it, he decided then and there, that you had to stay. Those words, he could feel the meaning behind them. He could see the warmth in your eyes, and the honesty in your voice.

You were perfect.

And hopefully, you’d forgive him for being selfish, just this once.

notes~

Damn…. I kinda got carried away 😅. Started to feel more like I was talking to my past self rather than writing a fanfic, but I hope that emotion just made it better ��

[arhacuernitos04]

Aqui con mi socio

No pienso recortar la pata de mi gato

[ohthethingswedoforlove]

Caged

Character: Mychael from Mushroom Oasis

Summary: At what point does a house become a prison, and at what point did his kindness start to feel stifling?

Warnings: yandere character; descriptions of violence; imprisonment;

  The fire crackles softly in the fireplace as you observe him in near complete stillness. Sitting quietly on the floor, right in front of the source of warmth, he diligently works away at a knitting project from wool he made sure to be all your favorite colors. A heavy silence hangs over the room.

  And your contempt for him is as palpable as the sharp pain in your mangled leg.

  You wish things hadn't ended up like this, and you have a feeling that he felt the same, but you were also long over feeling sorry for him. It's his fault.

  Well. Maybe it had been your fault too, in some ways. Maybe if you hadn't blindly ventured into the woods, maybe if you had been firm in leaving as soon as you were conscious and able to move again, maybe if you had just called him a monster right from the start; maybe then you wouldn't have walked straight into this cage.

  He steals a quick glance at you, only to just as quickly go back to pretending that his focus was only on his knitting needles. You clutch the hem of your sweater, one he had made for you, as a thought passed through you that perhaps you should have used them as a weapon when you had the chance. No way he's going to leave anything sharp near you now.

  His tail flicks to the side and he heaves a sigh. "Are you hungry?" He tentatively asks, slightly nervous and unsure. But you stay quiet. You're sure he can feel your searing gaze on him, his ears drooping as if in response to your lack of an answer. It's not the first time he asked you that in the past few... Hours? It feels like it's been hours.

  After a moment, you actually decide to do him the favor to speak up.

  "I want to leave." You simply state. His ears move again, this time twitching in discomfort. It's not the answer he wanted from you.

  The tone he uses holds a bit of disdain. "You saw what happened when you did, so no." He then stands up, making sure to leave both the unfinished project and its respective needles far away from the bed you laid in, and starts heading towards the kitchen. Only to stop at the doorway.

  You catch yet another glimpse from him, and though you forced yourself to look away immediately, his posture softened. "I know you're hungry. I'll make you something you'll like, I promise!" He smiles at you.

  And you turn over to lay facing the wall.

  Another sigh escapes him, and you hear the sound of his footsteps disappear into the kitchen. But you stay unmoving, despite the tears welling up in your eyes.

  You want to go home.

  And your leg hurts. It still hasn't properly healed from the incident.

  As you think back on your last and only escape attempt, the pain only gets worse. You had grown suspicious of his behaviour, thinking that it was strange how much he insisted on you staying, how much he refused to elaborate how you had gotten here in the first place. Sure, he had been nothing but kind and hospitable towards you, but why? Why does he act like you have no reason to go back to your life?

  And so, with the accumulating suspicion and discomfort, you decided to run in the middle of the night. A terrible idea, all things considered, since you ended up lost in the middle of the dark woods and stuck in place by a bear trap to the leg.

  Your absence must have awoken him, but your screams certainly led him to you.

  He was in about as much distress as you, rushing to your side and immediately getting to freeing you from the trap, all the while scrambling over mortified ramblings of worry and disappointment over you not trusting him. You didn't even have the energy to fight back as he carried you all the way back to his cabin, while frantically muttering under his breath about how you'll never leave through that door ever again.

  The pleasant smell of his cooking suddenly snaps you out of your thoughts, bringing you back to the present. You recognize the smell in annoyance, quickly realising that he's indeed making something you'll like.

  "Firefly?" You nearly jump out of bed at him calling you by the usual nickname, caught off guard by how you hadn't heard him make his way to now stand right to the side of the bed.

  You finally make the mistake of making eye contact. And your head starts to feel f u z z y.

  "Everything is going to be alright." He immediately leans into you, with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "You don't need to worry about anything." It doesn't stop you from getting lost in his strangely glowy gaze however, as you suddenly find yourself weirdly... Tempted to agree with him.

  A look of guilt passes through him. It doesn't last.

  "I'll take good care of you."

[jasmine-omni-bi]

I got bored :P

[cr33py-crawli3]

oh my god it killed me. im dead. i cried so hard

spoilers below (maybe??)

this ending was so well done it genuinely made me cry, i love the way you can see the outlines of us and our cat, i think this is my favorite ending so far, even though its sad.. its just so well done this game is AMAZING so far holy shit i just have no words

[koikoyama]

I noticed that under the sketches with Mychel got a lot of likes ;0;. So in honor of this, catch the second part of the sketches

[fancifulflora]

Something New: Soda (Mychael x Reader)

I now am writing for a new character! He just gives me so much serotonin I had to crawl out of my cave to throw something down. The character for those who don't know, is Mychael from Mushroom Oasis. A VN by Deersphere Studios if i remember correctly

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Mychael stared down at the aluminum can with vague recognition, the tip of his tail swinging back and forth as he lowered his head down to be eye level with the drink.

It was really shiny. Colorful too.

"I picked up something from the store for you," you did your best to explain as you unpacked your groceries, fighting back a smile as you watched him cautiously wrapped his tail around the soda and lifted it for closer inspection. "You do know what soda is right?"

"A little... I've seen it on the sides of roads. Although not like this..." He muttered, squinting at the drink before giving it a small shake. For Mychael, who liked keeping his trysts to the modern human world short, soda was just crushed litter that filled the sides of roads and forest paths. Shiny litter, but litter nonetheless.

He gave it another shake, hearing the slosh of liquid inside.

Oh no.

"Wait!"

Your raised voice instantly cast a spell on the recluse, Mychael as still as a statue, only his his widened eyes daring to shift over to you across the table. Did he do something wrong?

"Just... be careful." You warned, placing a hand on his tail and lowering the can to safety. "It might blow if you shake it too hard."

Mychael's gaze turned fearful as he looked down at the nuke you had just brought into your shared home, a cold sweat sliding down his back.

Blow?

Now that would certainly explain all those crushed pieces of aluminum wouldn't it?

He placed down the can as gingerly as possible before pulling his tail to safety. Then he looked over at you an awkward smile given in thanks for such a dangerous gift.

Amusement, the corner of your lip was raised at the sight of him. Oh... You must have been joking... probably.

"I'm only teasing," Your confirmation lessened his worry as he watched your retreating form fetch two cups and crack open the can, the fizz bringing another twitch to Mychael's ears as he watched foamy liquid begin to be portioned out for the two of you.

"What does it taste like?" He asked, taking a cup from you and feeling a light mist hit him as he took a precursory sniff at the drink.

Not much to note smell wise.

Interesting...

"This one is lemon flavored. I'm pretty sure they take some flavored syrup and then inject carbonated water into it to make soda."

"What's car-bun-ate water?"

"Uh... I'll explain it to you another day," Mychael nodded at this, happy to settle for one new piece of information at a time. Carefully he tilted the cup and then took a deep sip of this mystery drink.

It stung against his taste buds... but not in any overly painful way. And there was an almost sickly sweetness to it. Like berries a little too ripe into the season, just, he supposed, without the berry flavor.

He could sorta taste the lemon flavor, perhaps lemons were different for the humans that made this drink. Or maybe it was a type of lemon he couldn't forage for or buy around this area.

Either way... it was good.

His best friend's laughter brought his attention back to them, a finger bring pointed at his tail.

"I can see you like it a whole lot," You mused, watching his tail wildly whip back and forth. It stopped the moment you pointed it out, a dark blue spreading across Mychael's ears and face as he frantically tucked the wayward tail away.

"I-It was really good, the drink. Kinda weird, but in a good way!"

"Well I'm glad you like it, it's not the best thing to have all the time but if you want, I can grab a new flavor every once in a while... let you see try them out and see what you like." The offer was almost as sickly sweet as the drink he could still taste on his tongue, Mychael looking down at his now empty cup before giving a small lick of his lips and nodding.

"Yeah...yeah, I think I'd like that, please..." he whispered, the shy request bringing an unnoticed smile onto his guest's face.

"It's a deal."

[talkbycolor]

Mychael, sighing: i've never had a real friend before.

MC: i can be your friend.

Mychael:

Mychael: i've also never had a partner.

[jamp15]

El menos dramático

[draguuula]

He definitely loves head scratches, he wags his tail and purs a bit to!!!!!! And if you point it out he gets all blush and covers is face, HES SO SILLY I CANT STAND IT

he is so skrunkly wunkly pookie wookie i swear

mychael for sure the typa guy to notice his tail wagging when he glances at you and then he's like "wait no omg what" and just like,,, smacks his tail away or snatches it with a death grip LMAOOO

and what's the guy to do? he just cannot fathom being so smitten over a lovely firefly such as yourself.

... no, like, seriously. you're giving him heart palpitations and making him feel all fuzzy. stop that, because he doesn't know how else to hide his flushed face other than tucking his head below the neckline of his sweater or behind his hands (or using another dinner plate to hide his face).

[xxcrimsn-yanderrexx]

"𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎..."

"𝙼𝚎..."

♡︎🌳🦋🍄𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝙾𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚜/𝙼𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚇 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛🍄🦋🌳♡︎

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𝗔/𝗡: 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹-𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁���𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁... 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗼... 𝗜𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿. 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲. 𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝘆𝗶, 𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗱𝗼 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘀𝗺. 𝗜 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲. 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗜 𝗗𝗜𝗗 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘! 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱... 𝗘𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

♡︎𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 1♡︎

~𝖨𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗏𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝖺𝗀𝗈, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

"𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣'𝙩... 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙩. 𝙄𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮... 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩, 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙, 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲...."

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾-𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌. 𝖳𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗒. 𝖣𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽? 𝖶𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗉𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌? 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 ��𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖽𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗃𝖾𝗌𝗍����𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗇. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗀𝗎𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗒, 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗇. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗓𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝖿𝖺𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗈𝖺𝗄𝗐𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗏𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗇. 𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗇'𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗋, 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝖠𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗌: 𝖬𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗋, 𝖲𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗒𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾, 𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗋, 𝖲𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖱𝗈𝗌𝗂𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗒. 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗌, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗒.

𝖥𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝖾𝗒.

"𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨! 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮. 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙩!"

𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗇𝗈𝖻. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌�� 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾! 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗇.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝖭𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖻. 𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝗈. 𝖮𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗆𝗒𝗋𝗂𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗌, 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗐𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌, 𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾.

𝖠𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇. 𝖳𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖺 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋: 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗐𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽,

"𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙪𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚!"

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗍, 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗍𝗎𝖻, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗎𝖼𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗍𝗎𝖻 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗃𝗈𝗋𝗅𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗇'𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽.

"𝘼𝙝 𝙖𝙝, 𝙄𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩!"

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗏𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 ��𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌, 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗄𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌, 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄, 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍, 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽.

𝖡𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗂𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖽. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗒𝖺𝗐𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗎𝖻𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾���� 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗂𝗇.

"𝙃𝙢? 𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙!" 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉.

"𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻, 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗹𝘆. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹."

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝖿 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾.

𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗈𝖿... 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌? 𝖠 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗀𝗈 𝖻𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 "𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀" 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆.

"ʷᵉˡˡ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵍᵒᵉˢ ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ..."

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 "𝖼𝗁𝗎" 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 Mychael's breath on your face for a moment. Y𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍ed 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 ��𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁ose 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇s 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾.

"𝘼𝙝 𝙜𝙚𝙚𝙯, 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚..."

𝖠𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖬𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁.

"𝘼𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡..."

"..."

𝖠 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈u𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉.

"𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙈𝙮 𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙡𝙮..."

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𝗟𝗲𝗺𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 2!

@moth-monarch

[sempsimps]

mychael and reader

i love mushroom oasis the vibe as a whole and the aesthetic i love it so much. and of course the mushroom boy mychael himself, and day 2 got my thinking about things, so i think i got the character right maybe and this is probably my shortest fic but the most wholesome a little context is that my version of the mc is that the reason they don't go outside much is hay fever and they miss doing stuff becuse their parents didn't let them out much so when they go out with mycheal in day two the get a new excitement to being outside.

tags:

taking a hay fever tablet/pill

the fluffiest fluff you could ever imagine

obviously this game is 16+ i believe so if your not that age tf you doing here

but this is so safe a baby could read it but don't becuse swears ig

the sun bleared onto my face my eyes slowly twitch and i stretched my limbs my hand knocking into skin and somthing fell on my face lightly and my eyes flutter open a tiny bit obscured by green and blue thing on my face.

"ah, sorry firefly i didn't mean to drop that on you"

"mh its okay i'm sorry for falling asleep and... on your lap it seems"

mycheal picked up the thing that landed on my face and i slowly sat up, yawning while rubbing my eyes to rid the tiredness. i looked towards mychael he was making a flower chain using the forget me not's, it looked pretty the blue was a lovely colour. he finished the last part of it and placed it on my head it fit quite nicely and was right above my ears resting.

"aw thank you mych"

i brightly smiled at him before i stood up and stretched with a satisfying click in my back and shoulder yawning briefly.

"by the way how long was i out for?"

mychael looked up at the sky and hummed, figuring out how much the sun moved.

"about an hour firefly"

"huh okay, best nap I've ever had"

i looked around i miss being outside, as i kid my parents never really let me out and i had the urge to climb a tree. 'ah that one looks easy enough' running over to the stump of the tree, i skipped onto the lowest bit that stuck out it was close to the ground using it to reach a big branch that was sturdy and i hoisted myself up, using the tree trunk as a foot hold doing so i got up to where my elbows were parallel to the branch but my foot slipped and chipped some bark of causing my balance to faulter and my arms wrapped around the branch to stop myself from falling off. 'shit' my feet dangled and i struggled to get them back on the tree trunk as i wasn't very strong.

"firefly what are you doing? ah! let me help you get down"

i felt hands on my waist and i stopped kicking my legs he was trying to pull me down but i used that to get up into the tree, i now sat on it crossed legged

"thank you!"

"what are you doing firefly?"

"tree"

"i can see that but why?"

mychael tilted his head confused, which soon turned to worry as i stood up on the branch and held my arms out to keep my balance, while mychael was panicking beneath me. i just laughed and sat on the branch near the tip. my legs locked over, it wobbled a little as i hung backwards over the edge. i was upside down so my shirt fell a little and the crown slipped off 'damn i was hoping that stayed on' i was now face to face with mychael my hand went out to boop him on the nose.

"hiya, boop!"

"firefly you need to get down, you could get hurt"

his voice clearly had worry in it but at that i started to swing my body and tried flipping forward onto my feat, but ended on my back. luckily the ground wasn't too far away and i landed in the flowers and grass a little winded but okay 'ow fuck that hurt'

"firefly! are you okay that was quite a harsh landing, i told you to be carful. you've winded yourself"

i laid there for a second and mychael was quick to my side and helped me sit up slowly with, a careful hand on my lower back and arm. i just softly giggled.

"well that was fun."

"that was dangerous not fun, hey! take it easy firefly"

"blah come on, ive missed the outdoors let me have some fun, oh by the way is there a river near by? this weather is boiling"

"okay then.... yeah lets go i need a drink, but a are you sure your okay i know that fall wasn't high but still"

i didnt have time to respond becuse i sneezed and my eyes were getting itchy from the grass and pollen 'ah damn hay fever' reaching over to where the flower crown landed and i put it on mychael's head although a little crooked.

"i made this for you, why are you giving it to me?"

"oh im allergic to pollen and my eyes are getting bad. anyway! where is this river you said there was, lets go"

"wait your allergic? isnt that a bad thing?"

"yeah ill talk about it on the way"

he nodded and mychael lead me to a path to the right of where we were, slowly walking to he river. i told him what hay fever was.

"so basically I'm allergic to grass and pollen, and many people have that and its called hay fever. it can causes various things like a runny nose, red or itchy or swollen eyes, coughing and sneezing, so its like a cold but for like half of the year."

"that sounds awful...."

"yeah but luckily i dont have it that bad compared to others, like i just sneeze and get itchy eyes which hopefully will be solved by some fresh water and one of my tablets"

i always kept a packet of tablets on my person just in case, and luckily i didnt forget to have them with me when i left the house to find my cat, and they were quite secure in my slim pocket.

"tablet? that's a type of medicine right?"

"yep, very useful in this day and age for anyone really"

continuing to walk with the living mushroom towards a water source to hopefully keep down the uncomfortable allergy and maybe have some fun in the river, like throwing stones or somthing 'oh that sounds fun ill do that' soon i could hear the water, and mychael moved a bush out of the way.

"okay firefly, we're here"

"nice. this should help a lot haha"

walking over to the water i sat down and popped open the packet putting one in my mouth, and then swiftly cupped my hands and drank the water to get it down me, i swallowed it to get rid of any thoughts, as it was hard for me to take pills. afterwards i stood up and walked along the rivers edge slowly, coming up to a big boulder to sit on. it was partly in the water it made a nice effect in the flowing liquid and i was feeling better by the second.

"that should do it, and maybe I'll climb another tree"

"absoulutly not"

mychael gave a small sigh from behind me, not opting to sit on the large rock but instead sat besides it, near the side of the river. and i laid back taking in the pretty blue sky with minimal clouds. taking a deep breath in 'I'm gonna need more of those during the summer.... he might not like it but i rather not feel dead'

"hey.... mychael i'm running out of the tablets ill need them if im going to live with you out here"

"you want to live with me?"

"yes absolutely! i wouldn't have to pay taxes, and well society sucks"

"that's great! but what are taxes?"

"don't worry about it, but i need those pills other wise i might be really sick forever, becuse of the pollen and like its April now and only going to get worse over the summer"

"we can go get them now?"

"if you help me get some stuff from my house, as well as getting those pills, and i know you might not want me to leave- wait for real?"

i stood up quickly and stood over in shock as i held out a hand for mychael which he accepted standing up as well.

"are you sure i was thinking you'd get possessive and worry i wouldn't come back in like an hour"

"what? that's dumb you need that medicine, so why wouldn't i let you get them?"

"oh right..... god why did i think that? that was dumb! anyway we should get my meds"

i laughed at my overthinking brain and mychael joined in. and started walking in a direction and i quickly followed happily 'living in the forest sounds like the best thing ever'.

okay so i dont know how to end this one so there we go im so happy i finally got this out of my head its been stuck there for ages and now its out also thanks you to my friend who gave me motivation to finish this for them as a token and introduction into tumbler.