>>5874211Fuck it, just because anon told me merry christmas.
>>5873967>>5872228>>5871853>A boy.You are a boy, a simple, handsome blonde boy with feet 'slightly' longer than average-
and half a ribcage.
Crying, you shudder as the cold lays its tendrils in your chest as if the roots of a frozen flower were growing into it. The sensation wanes by the second, but that's not a good sign.
As you lay face-down on the concrete, you a cheery someone talking about
"Sheesh Mr Magnus! I think this one's still alive!"
and the squeakiest, shrillest voice ever.
"...Leshh just go, Mr Fuckface. Look away."
You /barely/ lift your forehead: a dogman is walking up to you as a duck half its size stares from behind. The dogman pokes your face; its eyes glint when you blink.
"Hello there, little buddy! Name's Fuckface!" says the dogman so cheerfully that you forget half your chest is splattered across the street. "What's your name?"
"Ish can't even shtand on its own, Mr Fuckface," you head the duck behind it say. "We'll only make it shuffer more."
"Then it has a chance!" says Mr Fuckface, beaming up.
"Even sho, we should walk away," the duck asnwers. "There's too many Keyblade Wielders already. And when they are too shoo many, they fight. You shave shis one, and whatever mess that causes will be on you."
You see Mr Magnus walk away with big steps- but when it does peek over its shoulder if finds Fuckface still by your side.
"Mr Fuckface..."
"I'm sorry, Mr Magnus," says Fuckface, pleadingly but with intent. "I think I can't."
The dogman kneels next to you as you remember to breathe more crystal cold air.
"Hey there, buddy! I'll lift you up now. This will hurt a lot less than you think, you'll see!"
It hurts exactly as much as you thought, which is a lot. As you puke blood, you find yourself getting carried like a princess. Endless long wires trail through the sky as cable cars rush through them, but the sight is eclipsed by the long, long snout looming over you.
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