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Aspen falls on his knees and breaks down into a beatbox. After robbie left he was unable to cope and write fanfics without him…. He was distraught… not able to think…. How was she suppose to keep going in school without robbie to motivate?
He cried and cried for hours on end, mariah carey in the background because the stores nearby wouldnt stop playing it WHEN IT WAS STILL NOVEMBER RIGHT AFTER THANKSGIVING
There was nothing left for him. There was only one thing that was able to help him now..
https://www.wikihow.com/Cope-With-Life
Wikihow. Aspen took out his phone and desperately clicked on the link to the website on how to cope with life, he needed support, comfort, advice, and most importantly,... help.
The more he read the more confused he was, how was he supposed to read all this..? Hes too illiterate.. He has a 10 word per hour speed… god damnit….. NO.. its so……..
Aspen gave up and began to sob even harder, what the hell was happening. Why is aspen writing this in the fanfic. This was suppose to be about carl wheezer and dave strider and literally anything else besides aspen having a mental breakdown.
But no.
Here he was.
There was nothing left for him now. By the time he finished, he had already exploded…..
Sequel end……………
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Now back to the story! Aspen has been writing his in computer science, alone to cope with no more robbie. Life is tough.
ayo i judt found this
life is tough.
i miss you, aspen.
i miss this.
i have to go to gay club.
see you later
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hey. it’s been a few days.
i can’t believe christmas is in a week.
i can’t believe it.
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It really has.. Robbie.
From where we left off, Dave Strider opened the curtain that had a terrible, foul, and disgusting smell. But,, from what was behind he could have never guessed would be there
“.. c-carl wheezer?! “ dave was at lost for words, carl wheezer – THE CARL WHEEZER from the hit game carl wheezer was there in a night guards outfits, jesus fuck he was ugly. No crrossaint in hand, only depressing rain music and nightcore musical soundtracks in the background as dave looked blankly at the DUMBS TUPID BODY. jesus
carl looked up from his spot on the floor. “does is smell like a school gymnasium in here? it’s funny how they’re all the same.”
dave furrowed his eyebrows. “no, it doesn’t. it smells really bad, actually. why are you singing-”
“ it’s funny how you always remember,” carl continued. “and now we’ve done it a hundred times before; it’s funny how i still forgot. it would be a hundred times easier if we were young again, but as it is - and it is…”
carl stood up. he walked over to the closed-stage and pulled back the curtain, revealing toy chica. he pulled her off here station and began slowly dancing.
“what the hell -”
“we’re just two slow dancers, last ones out…(x2)”
dave gagged.
“what the - shut the hell up what IS GOING ON OH MY GOD?!?!?1”
CARL AND TOY CHICA WERE MAKING OUT WITH NIGHTCORE MITSKI IN THE BACKGROUND????? DAVE WAS ACTUALLY GOING TO KILL HIMSELF WAHT WAS GOING ON
“STOP.”
“JUST.. STOP IT.” Dave gagged and sobbed, pushing the two apart.
“This is .. NOT what was suppose to happen. YOURE SUPPOSE TO BE DEAD.. CHICA… AND CARL….” dave seemed to be crying, what happened to his otp? Carl wheezer and his wife? Is it not canon anymore? He could feel his heart tearing apart.
wait carl wheezer and carls wife or carl wheezer and dave’s wife?’
CARLS no cussing WIFE DAVE IS GAY
Im sowy for cussing… sobbing emoiji…..
\i dont fowgive you :hehe:
jk it;s okay aspen
anyway
Carl sighed and turned to dave as if he was reading his mind. “i’ve been cheating on my wife for years. chica is my true love. i never want to see that b word again.”
“WHAT” daves jaw dropped and hit the ground, dave had to pick it back up and reattach it himself because THAT WAS SUCH A PLOTTWIST………. “I.. i cant believe this. All this time you faked your death and cheated on your wife ever since the bite of 87.. Or 89? Im no matpat kinnie..”dave shook his head, and teared up..
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And because robbie is at a movie rn im gonna go back to our one.. And only.
Sherlock Homles, and Dream.
Sherlock holmes held his mouth shut and gagged, almost terrified of hot tea dreamy weeny had texted him on twitter.
God damn dsmp fans.. And.. mineta killed keith? Waht the helll..? And.. dave strider, one of the policemen of the emo police, had gone missing? Appartently witnesses had said he had began to swim to the usa, but god fucking damnit. He was in japan. How the hell was he suppose to get there??
Not until.. He remembered the app hopper existed.
Hopper predicts future flight and hotel prices with 95% recommendation accuracy and notifies you the instant there’s a deal. Freeze the price if you need more time to plan!
He quickly booked on the free downloadable app, and saved 40% of his food paycheck money to buy the ticket.
He clutched his phone, gritting his teeth. “I’ll.. find you dave. To learn the truth, to find the culprit, to do your mom… “
And it all faded to black.