If You Can't Handle Me At My Worst (really Bad) Then You Don't Deserve Me At My Best (slightly Less Really

Buddy: Gangle let me test the kid's meal toys! :D

But then Caine turned it to confetti when we got back :(

aw man :( i’ll ask him if you can have it back

Buddy: *woken up by all the noise again but sees Zooble and brightens up*

ZOOBLE YOU'RE BACK?!

um. hi buddy. i am not in control of my body right now.

(ooc) you ok with magic anons?

(ooc) yeagh!

(ooc) permission for the m!a to cause chaos?, dw buddy will be safe lol.

(ooc) permission granted o7

daily affirmations:

i’ve gotta get out of here

this can’t be happening

???: *nods trying to be brave*

ok.... but if she's the teacher then who are you...

um, i’m........the..........janitor. you can call me zooble.

(Not their best improv but whatever. They offer them a hand, wishing they were made of something a bit more comforting than cold, hard plastic.)

Jax: *grins evily wanting to add to the chaos and pushes Zooble away from the wall*

Good luck on your military trail!

(🎉) YOU JAX

(They walk out of the circus tent.)

Th-that glitch thing happened to me and i made you die, i don’t want that to happen, hold me pleeeease.

*sobs into their arms*

-buddy anon

(They hold them tighter.)

it’s ok. that’s not gonna happen. i won’t let it.

Gangle: *feels slightly reassured hearing Zooble laugh*

so. um. has this happened before? i mean, you’ve been here longer than i have.

"you've got six names and two pronoun sets in your bio, how should people refer to you?" easy. every time you want to talk to or about me you roll 1d6 for name and flip a coin for pronoun set. if you've got an INT stat of 15 or lower you also have to roll to see whether you survive my eldritch blast, but that's mostly unrelated