[ Wow that is an annoying answer. Steve gets it, but it's still annoying ]
[ He's about to send "Fine." when her second text comes through and he deletes it. ]
Yeah of course we are.
[ And then he takes a minute to send more as well. ]
Well...I don't know. I mean, we could be dead. We could be dead. But I don't think we are. We're in some sort of fucked up place, where we're tortured half the time, and camping with our friends the other half.
This shit is agonizing at times, but then, it can be so great, like with Cheryl. But watching her get hurt hurts me worse. And then there's all the killers and weird places, like when we get sent to that dollar store Hawkins, the hell is up with the entity fucking with us like that?
Apparently our new fucking normal, bullshit worlds with bullshit killers. Fuck, I don't know Nance.
What do you think?
[ Sorry for text spam, Nancy, he's going through something. ]
[ Nancy thinks that she should stop leading this depression campaign on main, especially around Steve. she's already said too much ... and who is she to put a damper on his newfound happiness? you friend stealer. ]
Yeah, it throws me off every time. Like it should be familiar, but it's not. I guess the Entity wasn't actually there for very long. Just the time it took to ... take us.
We don't have to eat, Steve. Or sleep. Those are basic biological needs. So is not getting axed in the face.
[ yeah, that happened recently. thanks, Huntress. ]
[ Nance, you can still be friends with her, she loves you, just be there for her too. ]
Right, the entity, it just got the...I dunno...flavors of wherever it visited. Like a twisted dream, where everything is just slightly off.
Yeah, the uhh dying over and over is weird I'll give you that. Ghost Face seems a bit extra excited to gut me lately, which is just real fucking great.
[ After a minute. ]
If we're dead, I'm sorry I didn't try harder to stop us from going to the Lab, Nance.
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[ He's about to send "Fine." when her second text comes through and he deletes it. ]
Yeah of course we are.
[ And then he takes a minute to send more as well. ]
Well...I don't know. I mean, we could be dead. We could be dead. But I don't think we are. We're in some sort of fucked up place, where we're tortured half the time, and camping with our friends the other half.
This shit is agonizing at times, but then, it can be so great, like with Cheryl. But watching her get hurt hurts me worse. And then there's all the killers and weird places, like when we get sent to that dollar store Hawkins, the hell is up with the entity fucking with us like that?
Apparently our new fucking normal, bullshit worlds with bullshit killers. Fuck, I don't know Nance.
What do you think?
[ Sorry for text spam, Nancy, he's going through something. ]
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you friend stealer.]Yeah, it throws me off every time. Like it should be familiar, but it's not. I guess the Entity wasn't actually there for very long. Just the time it took to ... take us.
We don't have to eat, Steve. Or sleep. Those are basic biological needs. So is not getting axed in the face.
[ yeah, that happened recently. thanks, Huntress. ]
lmaooooooooooooooo @friendstealer
Nance, you can still be friends with her, she loves you, just be there for her too.]Right, the entity, it just got the...I dunno...flavors of wherever it visited. Like a twisted dream, where everything is just slightly off.
Yeah, the uhh dying over and over is weird I'll give you that. Ghost Face seems a bit extra excited to gut me lately, which is just real fucking great.
[ After a minute. ]
If we're dead, I'm sorry I didn't try harder to stop us from going to the Lab, Nance.
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[ guiltguiltguiltguiltguiltguilt. ]
What? No, Steve. I went. It was me. It was my plan. Don't apologize.
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Might as well enjoy it, maybe Felix could teach you how to play Skat. It's not what you think it is, trust me.