What are these things, these feelings?
Why does my heart tremble so,
When I think of my future,
A future without you all?
Am I growing soft? Weak?
Or is this alright?
I’m afraid to ask,
Because I’m plotting to hurt you.
Why do I hurt too?
I feel so bewildered.
Is this the place I belong to?
A place I’m about to lose?
Of all the things to say,
I can only say “Ciao.”
If You Give A Count Some Socks by SpaceDimentio, literature
Literature
If You Give A Count Some Socks
If You Give a Count Some Socks
Dimentio: *gives Count Bleck a wrapped present* Happy Birthday!
Count Bleck: …It’s not Count Bleck’s birthday.
Dimentio: Happy not Birthday! *shoves the present into his arms*
Count Bleck: *looks at it as if it might explode* Um
Dimentio: Well go on, open it.
Count Bleck: *opens it and pulls out a package of socks* ….What is this?
Dimentio: Socks.
Count Bleck: No, Count Bleck means he wants to know what you’re up to.
Dimentio: …They’re socks. What’s there to be up to?
Count Bleck: *looks at socks, then looks down at himself*
Dimentio: *looks down too*
Knock knock
I didn't know why someone would knock on the door at 4 in the morning. Mabey the my clock is wrong. As stupid as I was I opened the door to see a man who looked like Blumiere, but with a black cape, top hat, and cane looking thingy.
"Are you Lady Timpani Clair?" He asked in a stern tone of voice. I nodded my head. "If you don't stay away from Blumiere then I have not choice, but to end your game." I felt a tear fall down my face, No more Blumiere?, I thought. "You shall not see, talk, look, or hear him at all," He continued, "That is all I must say...For now. If you desire to live your full game then stay away fr