¿Algún Día Gregory Dejara De Ser Un Emo?

I always liked Spyro's wooden wings. I think his Skylanders Giants model had then and I thought they were prosthetics after winning Spyro's Adventure but they never showed up again. The longer snout and curvy horns suit him better, too.

Just a Spyro. I haven’t had much time to work on art aside from small doodles here and there.

the snake that eats herself

One egg is all that is needed.

they should invent a new type of guy that enjoys water, and plays fun sports like soccer and tennis. lots of guys like water but they HATE soccer and tennis, and tons of guys play soccer and tennis, but they'll only drink milk

They're Just Children - Dance Of The Damned - Is Finished!

Roxanne delved back into the MoNode as she waited for a verdict on the new Mazercise plan from Freddy, he'd been trying to contact the DJ at the time and the girls were already accounted for so it was just a waiting game. Six was crawling over the top of the Candy Shop's chrome counters, there were all sorts of bubbling pots and scattered utensils that clicked and clanged as they rushed through the cooking machines from steamers to large boiler-like tubs. The cabinets above were covered in residues like old caramelized sugar and moldy fruit syrups. Warmers and coolers with empty notches for trays of treats were beneath every counter and beside every oven.

One wall in the corner had some clunky towers of gears for applying wrapping paper to more complexly packaged treats and another had a window out to the expansive city of heavily pouring rain. Other than the end of a sopping wet overhang, she couldn't see anything interesting on the other side through Mono's eyes (which was probably a good thing, knowing what little they did about the kids). Cassie didn't end up here, did she? The loud bubbling of many pots covered the small slaps of their footsteps.

There was a tall stand with multiple cups holding a variety of utensils for them to hide behind as the shop owner followed them into the back room. He looked around with a blank, eyeless face and stomped through the aisles like he'd forgotten he'd been chasing them. Mono and Six ducked behind the towers of equipment as he pulled open drawers and warmers. He set things like sucker sticks, sugar paper, and candy strings around his work space and turned up the heat on some of the vats of molten sugar while Freddy's kids got as good of a look at the kitchen as they could from their cramped kiding spot. They kept elbowing and headbutting each other in the rush to find an escape route without leaning just one fatal inch (from their perspective) that would catch the Cady Man's attention.

In a turn of luck, he appeared pretty hyper-focused on his work.

In a turn of bad luck, the Broadcaster craned his neck in an uncomfortable way that let him see what was being prepared.

My first ever piece of (Digital) Art; Bailey!

An original, chaotic, kinda drunk, and resourceful leader and old friend of Gregory before the events of They're Just Children who has no deep, underlying issues whatsoever!

Bailey wasn't meant to be a center character when she was first added in an early chapter to expand on Code Baby's (Greg's) backstory but she wound up meeting the Little Nightmares during Day 2 and got way in over her head on Night 2, much to Mono's excitement and Cassie and Six's annoyance.

Armed with a bat, some hidden shanks, and pure spite, she's joined the party to unravel the Malhare's plots for the Pizzaplex or die trying... probably the latter...

Hey friends. Do this:

This probably took this person 3 seconds to do but it immediately told me that they liked my story enough to come back and read it again and they liked it again the second time.

Your favorite writers Do Not Know that you think about their stories after you read them. I generally assume that my stories make people happy for the few minutes they’re reading and then they never think about it again. To know that that’s not the case and that someone has returned just makes my little heart swell with joy.

I needed this today. If you’re the person who left this comment (or if you’ve ever commented on any of my writing) I love you.

Mono is just a lil guy. A tiny teeny one. Just little bitty.

Correct

hi mom, i'm home

print of this image available here!

I’m disappointed you didn’t like my rhymes. You must pay for your crimes in nothing but dimes and mines. That’s the line for the time.

OBJECTION!

I gave no opinion for or against your rhymes.

Finally home

i put them in sock jail