So, I was listening to the Gorillaz and this happened.
Noodle and Cry crossover yay
Now, videogames haven’t made me violent, buy they have made me feel like I’m supposed to pick this up.
jesus fucking christ piglet what the fuck
no it’s ok, pooh had it coming
wow what a douche
yeah no really don’t feel sorry for him he’s a butthole
This post is now 80% better.
jfc pooh bear
I still think the funniest thing about all these comics is that they’re all legit official comics
lauren from the deft bowman
Oh! They are nice, slightly creepy loaves. We play a lot of things and join in our adventures sometimes!
Weird shit happens when he sings, I’m just saying
Sure why not. Here’s something angsty.
His eyes stared back, their white surface dull. Earl could always look up into them and see a flare of curiosity, a spark of imagination, his best friend. Now they shone back narrowed and milky, the pupils gone, altered. The sight gripped his stomach, fear swelling as he took Cecil by the shoulders, repeating his plea.
"Cecil?? Do you remember me?"
A groan, Cecil staring back. The blood on his face from the procedure hadn’t even been bothered with, left to dry. Earl watched his best friend blink a few times, mouth hanging open. He had no idea what lay under the bandage but tensed at the thought. The apprehension Cecil expressed at the order to report to re-education; to see him so worried. Maybe he was right, maybe they had done something unspeakable. Earl felt tears in his eyes as Cecil looked at him, expression empty. Please, just one word, just a hint.
"You. You are." Cecil’s voice trailed, the same tone yet groggy. Earl nodded, waiting. "I like your freckles."
The disheveled form of his friend staggered forward, falling into his arms.
It was too late, blood loss and torture had left the body weak. Cecil fell unconscious right in the waiting room. To call for help would bring more risk of damage from the re-education staff. Besides, Earl was trained in first aid. He held Cecil closer, remembering his promise. I won’t leave you alone.
Hours had passed since Earl carried Cecil back to his house. He took him up to his own room. On the way, Cecil began to shake, a horrible chill wracking his form. Even under the blankets he curled in his unnatural sleep. Earl checked his vitals, looking him over for any major injuries before leaning down against the bed, hugging in desperation to get the tremors to stop. It’s ok, I’m here. A kiss, only one, against Cecil’s cheek, Earl closing his eyes.
The shaking stopped, breathing returning to normal. The peace did not relax Earl. He rose, cautious. He checked his friend over again, alarmed to find faint burn marks on the chest. Darker ones hid under the bandage, raw. Other than that, not one scratch or bruise. What had they done to him? An envelope fell from inside Cecil’s shirt as Earl placed it back. Straight from City Hall, complete with seal and the words ‘Urgent’ written in bold, red letters.
He opened it, reading over the long letter inside. Cecil had been assigned to a new residence, an apartment further in town. His old house was deemed off limits. The new address with a small check was provided. On the last page the letters turned to runes. Earl read them slow. A new job, the Voice of Night Vale.
The bed shifted, Cecil groaning. Hands immediately went to he head as he rolled over.
"Errrg. What did I do last night? My head is killing me."
Earl stood over the bed, afraid to move. Eyes focused on him, all three.
"Um. Hello." Cecil sat up, still feeling weak. "Do you know how I got here?"
The Scout spoke slow, not believing his lips had to say such words to his best friend. “You just got out of mandatory re-education. I took you here to recover.”
"Oh!" Cecil looked him over. "You are in the Scouts! Is this for a new community service badge?"
"Y, yes." Earl’s head sank. "Here." He handed over the letter. "They left this with you."
Cecil ignored the papers, rubbing his head. His voice and personality were returning, a spark enough to give Earl hope. He met Cecil’s eyes, hopeful.
"I’m Earl. Earl Harlan."
A dazed look back, Cecil staring. He gave a smile.
"Nice to meet you. I’m Cecil."
Earl’s heart sank. They had taken it, taken it all. He sat on the bed next to his friend. He’d still stay, stay with him every step of recovery and moving in to the new apartment. Maybe one day the memories would come back. Maybe one day he’d hear Cecil talk about his cool friend, Earl Harlan, and the fun they had as Boy Scouts.
and it was weird