Bone Spaghetti.

hello

yo.

how's it be?

WE ONTO THE DREAMWALKER ERA BAYBEE (when i figure out that the fuck to do with it first)

been listening to nick nitro's backrooms lo-fi.

got quite a few ideas for some new stuff.

please excuse me, I need to contemplate whether or not I should continue.

oh yeah, forgot to mention I made a third language for some story shit.

have fun translating, I guess.

ooh, so much stuff I can share about my storyverse...

still workin' out some kinks in the timeline so far.

it's going.

I sit in the rafters, waiting to strike. my target is right below me. I look up, and give left the signal.

we pounce, not making a sound. left takes out both guards in a single swift movement, cutting both of them clean down the middle.

I take out the target, landing silently behind them before snapping their neck with ruthless efficiency.

I look over at all of the blood on the floor. "tsk. you're always so messy, left."

left looks at the bloodied bodies of what was once the guards, then at the target. "and you don't know how to have a little fun. come on right, you have those blades for a reason!"

I chuckle and hold out my hand. the blood starts swirling towards me before stopping in front of my hand. "don't worry, left; I know other ways to have fun."

I grab the target and left erases the guards before we're both teleported to our client. "assassination complete, as per our deal." I drop the target at the client's feet.

the client looks at it a bit, before looking satisfied and takes out a bag. "alright. here's your payment."

left takes the bag and opens it up. I can see her eyes sparkle a bit before closing it back up. "okay, everything's there. thanks for your business."

left and I teleport back home. once we get there, left takes out the bag.

I look at it inquisitively. "say, I wasn't there when you accepted that guy's commission, so I'm a little curious as to what the payment was."

left looks up at me, a devious grin slowly creeping up her face. "oh, don't worry, my poor little right. you'll find out later."

"wait, you don't mean..." a shiver runs down my spine.

left looks on at me. her breathing is starting to become erratic. "actually, forget later—I wanna do it now!"

left pulls out what was in the bag: a large chunk of vernium. my breathing starts becoming shaky. "left, are you...?"

left starts dangling the vernium in front of my face, taunting me with it.

a slight smile starts to play at the corners of my mouth. before long, I'm grinning ear to ear, my breaths shallow and erratic.

"alright then, left. I guess I can play your little game for a bit."

[ sylo ] alrighty then. the structure's been explained to the best of my abilities.

[ sylo ] I most likely won't be doing anymore large-scale explanations like that again. so if you wanna learn anything else, just ask.

I'm about to have my villain origin story soon because I'm listening to 7 conversations happening at once with no conversation of my own to distract me from the others.