Whitty: like what.
I can explode for one thing.
I can make an aura kind of thing that kills anythin that enters if I get annoyed
I can literally shake the earth.
(im gonna use my fnf oc i introduced in the fandom)
Javiar: Hello (hes a knight basically)
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0 ups, 3y
ok so im gonna use my fnf oc.
I have two, i started two conversations with different fnf ocs that are mine, but anyway since i already made javiars thing
Philip: yo wassup dude, whats bout that microphone, ya rap battled Boyfriend?
Tails: *Is sweating like frick, then some sort of large spear-like tongue impales Tails in the chest. Darkness surrounds everything, and then you see Tails, with black strings tied around his limbs, with the spike thing still in his chest. He still has the AK and the microphone, but has a shadow covering his eyes*
*the fuse went out,the tears still running down his face, memories infecting his mind,memories of 18 years ago,when he was 2,when he wasn't on the streets*
Tails: I have 2 questions.
1. What happens if your fuse is lit?
2. This ain't really a question but I challenge you to a rap battle. No one will know about ya because I have a "Secret" spot. Follow me. *Walks out of the alleyway*
Tails: You like it? I use this place for stuff like zombies, the world dying, the fricking devil going to kill us all. Anyway, shall we start. *There is a boombox and some speakers in the background*
*whitty doesn't miss a single note,the rage of seeing tails in pain taking over his mind,seeing someone suffer brought back memories,the pain fueling his will to win*
*Tails, Seeing the thought of feeling powerless, the insecurity of losing, the thought of feeling alone, fuels his insanity, which then makes sure he does not miss a single note*
*he keeps going,not missing a single note, instanity beginning to overrun his mind,thoughts of being alone flooding into his mind,memories of what used to be,the memories of running from things that he couldn't control fueling his voice*
*Soon, Insanity took over, with darkness covering almost everything. His voice keep getting louder, the feeling faded, and his insanity was growing shorter, and he started missing notes*
*his confidence starting going away,a tear flowed down his face,he was giving up,he fell onto his knees,tears streaming down his face,the memories became too much,he gave up,he fell onto his hands,tears falling onto the floor*
*Tails looked at him with a crazed look in his eyes*
Tails: W̵̨͓͉̳̗͈̊̅̓͌̀̔̃͘h̴̡̪̜͚̲̜̠͍̦̓̀̅͒̕a̵̛͉̩͓̗̾͗̏̑̇́͐̊̌̈́̕͘͜͠ẗ̸̡͙̠͙͔͈͔͈̙̥̼̩͇̰̼͆̈'̵̢̢̛͈̱̪͍̦̙̙͎̠̝͖̑̿̂̃̿̀͝ͅş̶̼͓̪̘̭̠̰̙͍̀̇̑́̉͜ ̴̬̈́̀̒́̈́̏͊͐̆̊̾̚͝w̷̧̭͈͇̱͓̲̫̹̘͖̪̜̅̽ͅř̸̢̨͓̥̙̜͎͘o̴̹̫͌̿̓͗n̷̨̦͉̰͎̲͓̠͈͕̬̬͓͈̾͂̈́̽̈́̑̄̓̃̄͌͋͝͠g̵̠̖͆̉̉͋̃̇ ̷̟̲̼̤̮͙̪̝̀̀̀̆̑͠p̴̻͐̋̏̍̿̏̆̈́̈́͘̚ạ̷̰̓́̎̍̉l̴̞̲̜̮̝̮̺͎̦̙̥̬̙̗͐͜?̶̩̈̾̌̄̕̚͝
Tails: Ẁ̸̛̯̝̞̺͆̀̂̈̆͐́̇͑͊̆͝ḧ̴̡̛̪̞̰̖͇͍̮͚̤̬̙́͑̀̆̓̔̍̓͋̕͠͠ẏ̵̡̱̹̹̣̫̒̋̈́̿̚͘͝͝ ̶͓͓͎͎͕̳̻͑͗̈́̂̉̊͆̈́̏́̍̕͝͝͝n̶͚̲̪͖̞̲͉̼̘̪͕͖͋̄ͅò̴̡͔̰̩̗̺̼̠͕̅̀̚͜t̷̨̛̪͇̘͇̜̣̄̏̑̓͒̽?̷̺̮̜̟̥̬͛̽̂͂͠͝ ̵̧̬̳̪̭̪͖͎̲̮̱͔̤̬̐̈͛̒̏̀͌̑Y̵̝͉̭̻̺̅̓̾̎̒͛̆͐̈́̏͝ṑ̷̝͉͜û̸̡̢̬͓̰̋̂̄̋̃̋̇͘ ̴͇͓̩́̋͗͊̔̑w̸̥̮̗͍͓̳͙͗̈́͆̐̀͐̎͌̃̃̄̆͗̔e̸͖̟̪̽̒͂̀́͊̀̅͌͛̆ř̵̭̻̤̇̊͐e̴̡̢͖̳͙̰̱̜̿̄̿̍ ̵̻͓̩̫͔̼̮̙̳̩͙͛͒͆̄̈̀̈̆̀͗ḍ̷̡̝̪̮̼̝͉̦͕͎̬͎̰̈̂̈́̑́̋͑̄̅͒͒͝͝ơ̴̟͕̪̿̅̐̀̽̄ͅi̶̖̮̋̔̈̎̓͊̒͗̿͋̐̊͆͝n̷̡̢̡̛̫̼̼̟̤̦͔̮͈̭͎̖̽̿̆͂͌̈͌͆̃͆̓̏̚g̷̡̛̤̘͍̘̬̬͓̱̜͖̮̥̭͂̀͋̍̋̉̏̓̓̎͋̊̕͜͠ ̵̨͚́̉̇̆̉͛͌̅̑͗̃͠͝ṡ̵̗͇̩͙̖̩͈̗̺̺̳̗̩̏̅̆̓̂͌̀̕ͅǫ̴͈̯̱̺̭̱͇̜̤͒̔͑̉̑̽̂̋̅ ̶̡̦͎͇͚̖̘̠͉̻̅̌͋̐̉͆̄̽̌̄̃̚g̷̢̻̝̬̘̻͉̝͉͎̞̠̮̋̅͂͌̒͆̀̀͂͆̑͐̆̐̚ͅŏ̷͓̯̼͚̗̱͎̝̠̉͒͂͘͠ȍ̶̢̧̨̘͉̰̫̯̭̦͔̩̞̞̜̌̔͒̚͝͝d̷̨̛̖̭͔͖͖̟̰̠͌̐͆̔͌̈͐̈́͒̄̕͝͠ͅ ̸̞̠̺̿̀̒̔̉̀̀̓̈́̇̒f̷̨͇̙͖̯̱̲͈͔̙̞̘̩̘̾̀̅̓̿̌̂̀̔̅̈̿̇ō̵̡̧̟͓̳͍͇̞̭̫͍̫̥͎̌̆̅̇͑̀͗́̒r̸̡̜̥̝̭̯̙̝̱̯̍͌̾̚̕ ̴̛̲̀̀́̑͂̚͜s̷̨̗̺̱̘̣͕͓͖̮͊ồ̸̤̭̯̙̈́̿̒̅̋̎̽͜͠͠ ̷̨̠̗̰̰̬̜̞̮͈̦͎̻͙̑ͅļ̶̨̱͇̦͇͙͖̲̼̬̜̈́̿̍̇̚͜o̵̡̲̥͔̹͓̥̼͕͇͍͇̞͍͂͒̋̐̌̄̈́̀ṋ̶̼̫̍̈́̑͋̆͒̌͗g̵͉̀̉̐̑͛͋̊͋̌͒͊͘̕̚͠.̶͇͉̞͕̖̥̩̻̅̉͛͜͠.̷̢̟̮̬̮̩̰͕̦̔̅̈́̽.̷̢̟͋ *The insanity stopped. The strings detached, the spike retracted, and he fell to the ground*
*the song was fading away with his will to live,the fuse on his head started to light itself up,he voice was going quieter,more tears flowing into the ground*
*The fuse went out from some wind (how).*
Tails: D̸̞͗̊͛̂͗̉̀̅̈̿͗̆̚͘̕ǫ̷͙̗̺̰̘̭̘̓̎̇̆ͅn̸͈̯̓̈́̒̊̾̑́́'̸̥̻͐̈́͆̈́̀̆̽̈̉̔̃ṯ̷̰̩̟̤̈́̆́͆̓̄̽͗̍̆͌̋̂̉ ̴̢̡̲͈̝̗̞̮̒̐̆͛̚͝͝ç̶̛̱̪̭̩̜̩̤̬̙͋̅̑̔̑̒͆̀́̍͛̇̚͠ͅͅr̴̨̛͇̞͈̘̘͕͎̩͖̅͆͝y̸̨̛̮͎̰͗͌̈͊̾͛̄̇̑ ̶̨̧͍̰̰̫̭̻̼̿̎̿͐̕͠ṕ̶̨̛͎͉̰̘̙̟̱̺͇̩͛̓͂̀̈̓̊̏͝ͅa̴̯̘̬͎͚̦̞̪̖̺̎̆̄́̒̂̋̊͘ͅļ̷̣̫̠̮̳͚̥̤̠̳̯̜̂̋̾̈́͂̋͂̓̈́͘͜͝.̸̨̣͔̺̞͂̐̄̀̃̏͋̽̀́̒̂͘̕͜ ̵̧̝̥͎̲̼̹̖̤͎͔͇̤͕͙̈͛́́̄͂̃̈͐͐̈́̆͝I̴̡̧͍̭͕̖͙̰̝̪͓̅̄̓̈ͅͅ ̶̡͎̜͇̪̣̱̮̀̉̅͒͆̈̈͘͠ḍ̸̨̥̥̦͙͓́̄̍͊̀̽̌̒̀̾̈͘ͅȯ̶̤͙̹̯͇̪̬̥̞̿̈́̑͗̌̏̅̕̕͝͝ň̴̯͈͈͓͗̏̂̃͐͂͋̾͌̾̂̚͝'̶̨̧̛̛̜̰͚͖͓̞̰̟̯̈́͋͐̀̉̃̉̐͑͝͝ͅt̴̜̙̙̳͕̤̩̐̎̿̉̆̕ ̴̧̝̹̼̘̞̥̱̲͖̪͕̮̭̩͛͝w̴̯̜̺͙̯͇͙̎͆̑̾̏̐̚̕͝a̵͈̓͂̃̌̅͐̒n̶̯̦̫͈͆̑̏̍̏̾̈́̈̔͋̀̕͝͝͝ň̸̬̖̭̣̺̩̥̑͋͐̍͜͝ą̴̻̘͔̪̯͚̯̱̬̙̙̼͎̖͐̀̏̈́͐̋͛̄̚͘̚͝͠ ̸̨͇̙̺̯͓̰̭̻̘̺̬̼̂h̸͙͔̣̥̯̠͉͍͈̮̦̝̱̒̃̃͑̃͗̿̽̚ų̴̙̯̠̬̟̔͑r̷̢̭̦͙̥̤̥̖̃ͅͅṫ̵̢̡̳͍̩̗̠͔̬̰̞̯̹̯͇͋̋̂̿͘͘ ̸̜̲͙̙́̈́̊́͆̿͑̈́̔̎̚͘ÿ̴̨̫̜́̓̒̓͆̈̉̀̔̓̕o̸̝̞̦͖̐̌͗̕ư̴̡̺̹͚̹̮̗̖̄̅̌͛̆́̀.̶̧̪͍̱̱̮̄͊̈́̈ͅ