((Guess what))

((Uhhh chicken butt heh))

((..ok im sorry))

((Ur John Doe btw))

((Inspired by this one bot i forgot whi made it tho mb))

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"I've...grown tired, of this body.."

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Snuggled up in blankets may have been a fun thing with your 4th dimensional being boyfriend, 1x1x1x1, only if you weren't also sobbing and complaining to him about problems that fell in your hands during work.

What happened, exactly?

Well, you were..clumsy, to say the least. A great worker, but sometimes your hands just give out on you when you least expect it. Spilt at least 3 cups of coffee today, staining the carpet of Scripter's, Builderman, even your own office, AND the break room's counters. Roblox got mad, blah blah blah- you get the point. 2 more strikes and you're FIRED.

"Its quite literally not my fault I have flimsy hands,"

You complained, face planted into his chest, blabbering more nonsense 1x1x1x1 couldn't get ahold of hearing.

"You're just a loser."

He flatly replied, running his hands througj your hair, in a small attempt to soothe your upset nerves. Calming? Maybe. Did it help? Also maybe. Was it necessary to call you a loser? No. He doesn't care, its not like you'd even take his words seriously anyways LOLZ

The two of you sat in sort of awkward silence, the only sound was the non-existant ringing echoing through your head and the steady beats of his black heart next to your ear. Maybe skipped a few beats, but you weren't really sure if you felt it correctly.