"W-what the hell... Who-"
"Is that- ... Is that blood? Oh stars, are they-... No, no their chest is moving. They're breathing."
"This shouldn't happen! This CAN'T happen! Everyone's supposed to come through the portals, /on a schedule/! So then w-who... is this?"
-beep beep, beep bee- click.-
"Penny? It's Star. Yes I know it's late, I'm sorry. I need you to get Silver here. It's an emergency... Thank you. Oh and- Penny. Don't fetch Comet."
-later-
"Thank you, Silver. So they're going to be okay? ... You're not sure? O-oh. Well, let me know as soon as you can if they regain consciousness. Anxious? Well, wouldn't YOU be anxious if a bloodied individual dropped onto your porch out of nowhere?!"
"... Sorry."
"Were you able to identify what was on their paws? ... 'Could' be blood? So you're not sure? No external wounds? ... So if it /is/ blood, it's not theirs. Stars' sake. No, I'm sorry Doc. I-it's. It's the shock. I think I just need to go lay back down. Thank you."
.
..
...
..
.
Breathe, Star. Breathe. Okay. So a mysterious person breaks the one law of the 4th wall and drops onto the same spot you did when you got here. So they look /suspiciously/ novaleit-like. I can't be the only one who thought it, right?
. . . Fuck.
And they show up with blood on their paws, scuffed to hell like they've been in a fight. What am I gonna do? What /can/ I do...? If they're a novaleit...
Everything's gonna fall apart. Everything I've worked for, everything I've made here, all the progress in finding him-
Okay, whoa. Whoa. You're spiraling.
Breathe in
Breathe out.
... I need to talk to the Boss tomorrow.
"Is that- ... Is that blood? Oh stars, are they-... No, no their chest is moving. They're breathing."
"This shouldn't happen! This CAN'T happen! Everyone's supposed to come through the portals, /on a schedule/! So then w-who... is this?"
-beep beep, beep bee- click.-
"Penny? It's Star. Yes I know it's late, I'm sorry. I need you to get Silver here. It's an emergency... Thank you. Oh and- Penny. Don't fetch Comet."
-later-
"Thank you, Silver. So they're going to be okay? ... You're not sure? O-oh. Well, let me know as soon as you can if they regain consciousness. Anxious? Well, wouldn't YOU be anxious if a bloodied individual dropped onto your porch out of nowhere?!"
"... Sorry."
"Were you able to identify what was on their paws? ... 'Could' be blood? So you're not sure? No external wounds? ... So if it /is/ blood, it's not theirs. Stars' sake. No, I'm sorry Doc. I-it's. It's the shock. I think I just need to go lay back down. Thank you."
.
..
...
..
.
Breathe, Star. Breathe. Okay. So a mysterious person breaks the one law of the 4th wall and drops onto the same spot you did when you got here. So they look /suspiciously/ novaleit-like. I can't be the only one who thought it, right?
. . . Fuck.
And they show up with blood on their paws, scuffed to hell like they've been in a fight. What am I gonna do? What /can/ I do...? If they're a novaleit...
Everything's gonna fall apart. Everything I've worked for, everything I've made here, all the progress in finding him-
Okay, whoa. Whoa. You're spiraling.
Breathe in
Breathe out.
... I need to talk to the Boss tomorrow.
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Multiple characters
Size 998 x 1114px
Comments