━━━━ ━ // rarepair, connie x shelly ($invisiblemollusk$) : I ship everything legal !!

[If you previously know my acc, *read desc!* This was made a month ago.. ]

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷Before The Twisteds . . .. .

Shelly Fossilian, The Ammonite was sitting in a sand pit. Her toon handler kinda just... Left her there after the shooting.. But Shelly didn't mind.!

She collected sand with a kiddie shovel, then poured it back down again,, like some continuous cycle 'til she'd get bored.. 〔Borr-riing!〕 -She wouldn't be lying if she said she felt cold. Could it be(?).. Meh ,she didn't really care. -The thing is that, she poured the sand down behind her back. Once the side she was was facing was finished, she turned behind.

Gah! Connie.

• 《 She was met by a ghost friend who used her ability to hide, only to come out as a jumpscare.

Shelly: "Woah!- You scared me, y'know." She said, backing away slightly.

Connie: "Hehehe, wha'cha doing!" She floated towards the main, her finger curled.

Shelly shook her head, a smile growing on her face.

Shelly: "Nothing much! Just the aftermath of filming an episode.. This is soo fun! I can't leave! That wouldn't make me weird, riight.. " She poured sand in her hands,

Connie: snickering "Of course not, my shell friend! Hm, you're not even a shell, I bet!"

She kneeled down, still above the ground however. Connie: "Ooo, I heard ya' like making dinosaurs sculptures from sand!" Shelly giggled, a hand at her mouth .

Shelly: "You need to stop stalking us!" Her tone dripped with playfulness.. she wasn't mad.. Maybe Connie, liked her, atleast as a friend -- she hoped.

Connie: "Neeverr!" The ghost uttered ,, clasping her hands. Shelly got up and dusted her dress. Connie frowning-

Connie: "Awwh, done already-?"