Funky_Fellow
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The older man gently smiled at the toon as he calmly spoke in a serene tone. “Hello, Looey. I know you’re practicing but I need you to come with me for a little while”
The man stretched out his hand for the other, Looey paused his little routine, the toon felt confusion and anxiety at the idea he might be in trouble, yet he still took the other’s hand.
Arthur breathed out a soft smile as he gently guided the toons across the halls. He spoke in gentle reassurance. “Calm down, bud nothing is wrong”
Looey hesitantly glanced up his confusion more obvious to the eyes. He spoke up in a quiet manner. “I’m not? Then what’s happening then?”
“You will be receiving a gift, Looey”
Series
- Part 1 of Circus trio shortstories
Bookmarked by Funky_Fellow
09 May 2026
Bookmarker's Notes
I love when people write the toons kinda existentially its so good every time aaaa
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"We don't mean any harm," the Handler in green, Micah, insists, "we were just checking the place out. Kinda empty, y'know?"
Shrimpo would rather give himself a concussion than deal with the incompetence of anyone.
He's only using big words because of Rodger. He's only using his brain because of Toodles. He's only using humor because of Finn. He's only the leader because no one else can do it like he does.
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