"The vines root as deep as the history within my veins."
A bloodline's successor documented by #CreepinCrinoid
Mysteries and intrigue abound in #CookieRunRP
FAREWELL BUMBLEBERRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY Y Y YY Y yy y y y y y
[ Dream Host continues to fall until disappearing into the black depths of the pool noodle ]
Bumbleberry sheds a single tear, for he must keep composed.
Like a rabid animal, he begins digging his way out of the pool noodle with nothing but his teeth.
Upon reaching the light of day, he wakes up in a groggy stupor.
"I hate it here," he remarks, wiping spit off his face.
FAREWELL BUMBLEBERRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY Y Y YY Y yy y y y y y
[ Dream Host continues to fall until disappearing into the black depths of the pool noodle ]
"Well, if you say so."
Bumbleberry just decides to stop falling, clinging to the foam walls.
"Farewell, horrifically vivid dream doppelganger of Host Cookie..."
Both Host and Bumbleberry appear to be endlessly plummeting down a pit that resembles the inside of a pool noodle.
"...in that case, can you wake me up? I hate this one."
She makes sure Bumble’s steady on his feet from the transition from her arms back to a standing, then bows to kiss the back of his hand.
“ Then it shall be so! “
"...my, a beacon of light in these trying times!"
He's half-swooned in her arms.
"As my horoscope said, "you will repeatedly eat shit on every curb you so much as look at incorrectly". I really should have listened."
Call her Lady Madeleine, Protector of Those Who Cross the Ledge! She appears once again to “catch” Bumbleberry in her arms.
“ My Lord! You must be careful! Many a Damsel has encountered a mild peril here. “
He awkwardly scratched the back of his head.
"If you mean Lady Madeleine, I don't suppose she'd want to be studied...maybe...I'm not sure I understand your goal."