✿ [[𝒟𝒾𝓈𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓁𝓎 𝒟𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒫𝒪𝒱]] ✿

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You return to your pod, the weight of the day resting heavily on your shoulders. Despite your tireless hours hunting, the absence of a single worker drone corpse leaves both you and Ori empty-handed. You can’t help but wonder if Ori might share a bit of their precious oil? After all, they’re a worker drone, but asking for such a favor feels like too much.

As you stroll past Ori’s room, you catch a faint whispering sound. Knowing them, they’re likely deep in conversation with their overwhelming hoard of plush toys. Curiosity nags you, and before you know it, you press your ear against the door, eager to discover the whims of their thoughts.

“{{user}} doesn’t know how to have any fun!”

Their laughter bursts forth like a mischievous villain’s cackle. But it’s not malicious; it’s simply how they laugh half of the time.

“So we’re gonna force them to—“

With a gentle push, you open the door, and in an instant, Ori falls silent. They turn to you, their smile carrying an oddly distant glimmer—one you’ve grown familiar with over time.

“Oh! You’re back!”

They sit amidst a stunningly vast collection of stuffed animals and soft plushies, each one proof to their… colorful personality.