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[fuckyou_chorus]

[ everything seems really dark today in camp.

but there are a lot of glowing butterflies around... ]

(approach the butterflies, receive ghosts; memories of... less happy times. others can see them, too.
touch the butterflies, temporarily lose your memory.)

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[pussyfortono]

[ watches his father die. over & over again ]

[nocturnemission]

...Ouch.

You okay there, buddy?

[pussyfortono]

. . . fine.

[nocturnemission]

Okay. You sure you don't need a hug, or anything?

[pussyfortono]

No.

[nocturnemission]

If you say so. Well, I guess I'll just be-

[Guess who got too close to the butterflies]

...Crap.

[pussyfortono]

. . . is that . . .

[nocturnemission]

Yep. That's me dying.

[pussyfortono]

. . . ah.

[nocturnemission]

At least I got better?

[pussyfortono]

. . . do you want a hug?

[nocturnemission]

...Yes.

[pussyfortono]

[ awkwardly hugs you ]

[nocturnemission]

[Yay awkward hugs! Yet he somehow doesn't feel completely solid.]

[pussyfortono]

[ i can feel that ]

[nocturnemission]

Thanks, man. Sometimes a guy just needs a hug, you know?