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What in the dastardly name of Miss Scabahlahbahgus is this?? Since when was this a thing? She's going to burn it up. Stick to how the formula was before, YUKI. Keep it formal, too. She goes by Frigidity. Anywho, you say you wanted to help Tocsin? With these little runts? This is a Soul-Sucking Demon From The 666th Dimension. These are just one of the many varieties of Underlings in Avtallva. These ones in particular are common. Might as well send it down to give the Ghost of Wrath another shot. If he fails again, he might as well end up becoming an Underling himself. Now, off you go. The human bagel seems like a good idea, though. Back to Mayohopper. We must go! Those shoes are as close as the ghost hunter's non-existent nose! He takes what the frogs have taught him and he leaps to the treasure!! OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD. BAD IDEA. BAD IDEA. BAD IDEA. BAD IDEA. Why was this a good idea!? Mr. Sir Mayohopper is too weak on his legs!! That's why he always has his Z-Coils on him in the first place!! Hurry up! He's going to fall to his death! 1. What happens to Mr. Sir Mayohopper? Oh, the humanity!! 2. Tocsin is where now?

Yes. I accidentally killed Kyogre when I first encountered it. I was so bitter. I have never felt so much rage in my pre-adolescent life before. That's because it was my very first and very intense rage quit.

(YO GUYS. HI. SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. LIFE LOVES TO SHOVE IT'S UGLY REAR IN MY FACE AND THROW ME OFF TRACK.) (Oh hey. If there is a 'to be continued' on someone's post, you are able to add to it. One rule though: Keep it short and to the point. This goes for you, Yuki.) What on earth are you talking about?? There was never a pumpkin there at all. Just void. Nothing. Zilch . This is bad. How can this day get any worse?! Oh yeah. The murderous child is still here. They shove the pink ghost into a... The ghost has now possessed the weird-ass lamp and cannot break free, no matter how hard it tries! Isn't this just humiliating? I'm sure that the gods watching over Tocsin in the afterlife are really disappointed in him. This situation was all good and well for Mr. Sir Mayohopper, except now that child wants to kill him! Oh no! Whatever shall he do?? Wait... What was that noise? Could it be?... DoppelHopper leaps to the rescue and snatches the knife out of the child's hand! It is a very nifty toothpick. AW HECK. What now? A skeleton??? Wait! What are you- (Psst. Click the gif.) He doesn't deserve any of this. Oh, someone! Anyone please help the poor, defenseless ghost hunter... Hey! You there, sir! Could you help a blockhead out? Please? He wants to get out of here... Oh no... He vanished out of thin air... Welp. At least he has his handy dandy teleportor that he stole- I MEAN, borrowed from a 'friend'. He'll give it a shot, even though it never seems to work. And he landed at a volcano of all places. Brilliant... Now what? He has probably missed the new episode of his show by now. He has to find a way to get out of here. What this has to do with ghosts, he'll never know... But wait!! There is something on that cloud... More shoes! That, and nobody is around to claim them yet. They might help him get out of here.... No time to waste now... Shoes are meant to be worn. 1. How does Mayohopper get the shoes from the cloud? 2. Will Tocsin ever get out if the lamp?

But...

Is this a dream?

Either or, just as long as I can understand it. Unless it's an unbearably hilarious dub of a trash anime like Ghost Stories.

"Nooo...", the demon whined. "I will never ever ever be a clown!~ I am a trained professional of feelings, darn it... I help with people'sss feelings and make them smiiile in a variety of ways... heh heh.", he chuckled. "I'll stick to that 'cause I am VERY good at it. I am perfectly fine! *hic* That, andya' only have one counselor in the entire circus, my dearest Happy. Heeheehee...", he reassured poorly. "I'll ignore thisss an' just...", he sighed. "I'll go to my tent...and wait till the show begins... But, please don't call me a clown...it hurts my feelin'sss...", with that, he proceeded to ignore the help and started to glide back to his tent. Then he turned back to them. "See you later, lovelys...", he said before blowing a kiss at them with his unsettling grin. "I look forward to seeing the performance tonight...whatever it may be... Byyyye...", he called before sort of fleeing away. "If you actually need me today, you know you can always bribe me!!", he teased. He secretly like being bribed sometimes, since he would usually get something else rather than alcohol. Actual food, mostly. As he went over to his tent, he grabbed a small sign from under the table and hung is on the front of his tent. The sign read, "Please, for the love of Lucy Fur him/herself, no whistling in this tent. I'm not a dog, remember???? You people are inconsiderate sometimes!! But anyway, if you actually need my help, walk into the tent and just pat my head. I'd prefer it if someone rubs behind the ears, though.~ Wait. That's something a dog would like... NEVERMIND!! Anyways, I'm probably sleeping on the most comfortable sofa in the world.~~ I don't bite. If I leap at you when I wake up though, please don't take it the wrong way! It's the closed-off instincts talking... Sorry. I'm babbling. Just don't whistle in the tent! Thank you.~ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ~Mr. Z." After that, he delicately placed himself on to sofa and curled up like a dog, settling down for a nap until the performance. He felt like he needed to sober up a tiny bit, anyway...

Spectacular. I wish this was canon. lol.

and

~Z~ Meanwhile, still in his tent, Mr. Z was tending to a depressed client, giving them rather meaningless and terrible advice. "Heheh... Wellll... You sseee... I can't really solve your marital problemss, but what I always do, iss just smiiiiile. Let it aaaall blow off. Don't think about it..." The client stared frustratingly at the chipper demon for a while, taking in the stupidity of the drunkard. They just slowly got up from the sofa and left in silence. "Okay!", the demon chirped. "I hope this talk was goooood!" The demon put his head down on the table for a second, thinking. "Uuuugh...", he groaned. "Not a lot of clients todaaaay... It's boooooring... Guess I should *hic* go see that board after all... Didn't want to, but...eh..." Instead of being a rightfully hardworking demon of the staff, Z cheated and used his abilities to drift up into the air just a little bit. Walking was kinda stupid to do right now. Too much work. The demon dragged itself in the air, back hunched and arms dangling down with that stupid grin on his face, somehow effectively making his way to the board. But, he has one problem: he can't read it properly in this state. "Hmm... Wait...", he murmured, eyes widening is shock. "Happy!!", he shouted "Haaapyyy!? Somebody!? Wh-Why are we kissing children???", he misread in worry, trying to look for somebody. "That seems like a bit much, don'cha think???"

I know. It is so surreal and heartbreaking. What's even more haunting is his latest song. It was released 4 days before his death and was meant as a goodbye, because he knew he was gonna go very soon...

Ehm..."Pumpkin Party in Sea Hitler's Water Apocalypse"...

(psst. Read the tags for context.) Just a dump of things from 2015, mostly. Original Art: Some fan art. Music (Mostly Mashups).

Oh yes. Illuminoodles confirmed in the equilateral triangle bowl. I guess the Holy Trinity is the Illuminati, too.