You Have Been Booped By This Empty Wrapping Paper Tube.

*The chanting stops and the entire room seems to be looking at CJ. The smiling objects seemed to be talking to each other as Misfortune's head looked from left to right.*

°CJ continues to stare, he's not wavering now°

∆*pulls up shield* Bring it∆

Reblog if you will answer LITERALLY ANY anon questions.

BRING IT ON

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Yeah.. I.. I tried talking to him but he didn’t respond.. he was bleeding from his temple and I’m seriously worried.. -Neb

°CJ is still again. A second passes.°

°...I owe you Neb, that's two people I owe here now, thank you. We /will/ find him, my brother /will/ be ok. I just have to show this scarecrow wannabe the inside of a fireplace before I can do anything. Can you see what street he's on?°

*A door bursts open.* ɦɛʟʟօ, ʝɨʍ ȶաɨռֆ. -⏱

*the duo jump slightly, mildly startled by the abrupt door sounds, but quickly compose themselves*

"Hello there!"

°there's a wave, then the camera focuses on you°

Good evening, Jims. Im -

"Hello-? You get cut off there?"

*the kitten pops from the collar of his shirt* mew:3 *he snuck on. how?*

*the man outright screams, sheds his outerwear in record speed, and is behind his origional chair way faster than seemed logical. Then again, judging by their face and voice, it was kind of obvious logic was going to be a little wonky, even for them. Their voice was a little deeper, maybe a little rougher, but it did sound like..*

¶What, what the fuck?!¶

*Jim.*

*The snake keeps slithering though the void.* Yσυɾ Ⴆσƚԋ ɠσιɳɠ ƚσ Ⴆҽ Ⴆɾαιɳɯαʂԋҽԃ, ʂσσɳ. ⏳

*it took a moment of shocked silence before anything happened, then-*

"Oh... No, no hey no, you can't do that I'm not doing this nO-! LET US OUT!!!"

*RJ attempts to pry the snake's jaws opened, looking a mixed of frightened and angry*

°CJ is now attempting to kick the snake, aiming his foot to connect with the right side of the snake's mouth. He hits harder than he seems like he would. Nobody is stealing his brother or him if he can do anything about it.°

You will respect black cats or you will respect these hands my friend

Ready for christmas

*The city is often a loud place, filled with the bustling of thousands of individual lives all trying to get to the next destination.*

*...Sirens aren't uncommon. Statistically speaking, more people die of car crashes in a year in Texas alone than die of shark attacks around the world. Jim told him that. RJ wonders if he's going to die of a shark attack, then, since he's pretty sure he's still alive. Things are still spinning, and his head feels like it was split open, (and is that a ringing sound?) but he's alive. The car? Maybe not as much, but that's not the major thing on his mind. He knows he needs to get out, but at the same time moving sounds like a really horrible idea.*

*Maybe if he closed his eyes for a second, he knows he shouldn't but... he was tired anyway.. heh, tired, car tires...*

*RJ's eyes slid shut, the sounds of sirens echoes, and he is alone.*