𝙈𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙔 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏

❝I am the narrator of the play, and also a character in it.❞
Limbus Company OC. The Player Bus. Pfp by @Pen_guinie

[𝙈𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙔 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 @F1ERYEXIT]

❝Yes, I have tricks in my pocket, I have things up my sleeve. But I am the opposite of a stage magician. He gives you illusion that has the appearance of truth. I give you truth in the pleasant disguise of illusion.❞

The Player Bus 3rd Tragedian, Thomas Wingfield.

[𝙈𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙔 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 @F1ERYEXIT]

@epicureansmoke 🛏️: He only nods at it and yawns, covering own mouth. "Yeah... I mean—. Frankly, I have no idea of a worse parent than the one that does love you, but it's—. Twisted, other, abusive or worse. They love you, but still go with inflicting pain, because it doesn't seem to matter."

[𝙈𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙔 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 @F1ERYEXIT]

"Share a scary story, or I'll make one of you. I'll share one in turn! Thus only fair."

He's seemingly jesting, considering a smile he holds, frankly as absurd and silly, but something still feels off.

"I kid, I kid. Let's just spice up the sunday. Nothing dumb, though."

[𝙈𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙔 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 @F1ERYEXIT]

@epicureansmoke I'll say is—..."

The words die, as he thinks again of her hearty laughter, teeth clenched together, and then mouth closes.

". . . Well, I think that's best option at the end. Or finale."

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@epicureansmoke 🛏️: "Oh no, it's—" As he prepares to explain, she's already talking and Katurian shuts up, a little awkwardly, listening. As end reaches, the man speaks. "—well, that's. So I'm confused only about—. What I think of it. It's dumb, and I don't want to say *why*, so after that all +

[𝙈𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙔 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 @F1ERYEXIT]

@epicureansmoke 🛏️: Katurian doesn't exactly know what to say there. He's a mix of conflicted, confused, and unsure, shifting in expressions, before blurting out:

". . . Oh." Silence. "Well, uh—. I'm lost."

[𝙈𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙔 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 @F1ERYEXIT]

@epicureansmoke For the family to be a whole troupe, no matter the means."

Katurian shrugged. Then frowned. And turned, with eyebrow raised.

"Infant?" Pause. "How would an infant write, what—"

He may be stupid.

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@epicureansmoke ". . . They did all in truth, and then locked in my head all that happened there in the room, and lock opens only when I sleep. And I can't unlock. As for experiment it was... To make both boys in fitting pieces of necessary sub-types of their movement. +

[𝙈𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙔 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 @F1ERYEXIT]

@epicureansmoke ". . . That's not a finale, but I want to know if you even want to hear that. Not that I think it'll scare you, I just don't want to say it, if it was a bore."

[𝙈𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙔 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 @F1ERYEXIT]

@epicureansmoke The note said as follows: "They have loved you and tortured me for seven straight years for no reason other than as an artistic experiment, an artistic experiment which has worked. You don't write about little green pigs anymore, do you? — Your Brother."

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