initiala said: Or possibly a deer.
They’re onto us!
Imagine getting a detailed handsewn plushie of your favorite character in the mail one day from a mysterious sender, and whenever you’re in danger or distress the plushie turns into a flesh-and-blood version of your character to protect and comfort you
are you even under onus to me anymore or are we just doing this?
trick clock? where we’re going we don’t need trick clocks
[cut to an annoyed looking hal l downstage]
Apartment life: worrying that your neighbours all hate you for screaming “Let it Go” at the top of your lungs.