Pico was tired of this.

He was gonna have at least one normal day and that was that.

He got out of his huge cardboard house, stepping over the many stray cats that made their home there.

He grabbed his gun and microphone.

"Right. Okay. Normal day."

Pico puts the gun down.

"No I dont put the gun down."

Pico puts the gun down.

Pico walks toward the large opening of his cardboard house and looks back at the cardboard table he left his gun on.

Walking out the opening he glares at the bright, bright whiteness of the world around him. His palm feels empty without the weight of his gun in his hands.

Pico feels a twinge of impulse in him to do something funny, or combust.

He shudders. Looking behind him the looming figure of someone is sitting in his cardboard house, the cats are still; sitting around the figure in a pack type manor.

He chooses to turn away and continue his venture to ^=¥=€{ house.

Pico frowned. "to &+_($( house please"

"_+$+$("
"+_+$+#"

I don't want to hear their name right now. They made me mad. They posted my flaws on my chest and made me realize the truth you feel the urge to go to beef's house.

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Pico feels the urge to go to beef's house.

Pico feels watched.

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Beef is at the door already. The door can't open so he clips through. This world is full of exploitable bugs.

Beef is smiling

Beef is playing along

Beef is funny.

Pico allows a pitiful excuse for a smile to touch his features.

Pico tries to make his smile better; the author appreciates the effort and let's go of the grip they had on his arm.

His arm has a burning sear on it.

The author allows this.

The author turns it into a memorable scar of which fans that they articulated in their mind, will draw. They feel a sense of joy as they gleam; thinking of fanart of their version of Pico.

Pico looks at the mark. His eyes widen. The figure is gone. It wasn't there in the first place.

Just a feeling.

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The author feels bad. The characters aren't real though. They can get hurt. It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay .

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Beef hurried Pico into the house which was badly rendered. The graphics were low poly compared to their character models. Pico and boyfriend hate to think of themselves as character models.

"Beep.."

"Yeah..."

Again, the weight of boyfriends words strikes a cord. Pico feels it, I feel it. I frown.

They aren't real

They aren't real.

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I bring girlfriend back.

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She told me to go away.

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You guys are supposed to be my friends.