Zeta Sukuna
Descendant of the Inchlings
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"Well... I did, but they were stolen." Said Glenn, scratching the back of his head in embarassment. "Stupid Grumpig... anyway... sorry I don't have anything for you. But you know what? I'm great at finding food, I can find some when we land."
'Ha! That's hilarious! Where you're going, I doubt you're going to find anything!' Exclaimed a voice out of seemingly nowhere. Glenn looked around.
"Umm... did anyone else hear that?" Asked Glenn, confused. The voice laughed.
'You're the only one that can hear me, idiot.' Said the voice. 'Now... you'd better be careful on this mission, or you're going to die. Like Salamance said, it won't be easy... but don't screw this up, otherwise we both die.'
'Umm... okay, voice in my head. Who are you?' Asked Glenn, thinking to whoever was talking to him.
'I'm your imaginary friend.' Said the voice. 'I'm the part of you that remembers the important stuff that you forget. So basically, you're schitzophrenic. Sad, isn't it?'
Glenn didn't reply, and the voice was gone. 'Hmm... I really must have been lonely to create an imaginary friend.' Thought Glenn, but he smiled and put it out of his mind. 'Man, I hope we get there soon, I can't wait to put my skills to the test.'
(ooc: That's all that is... his imaginary friend.)
'Ha! That's hilarious! Where you're going, I doubt you're going to find anything!' Exclaimed a voice out of seemingly nowhere. Glenn looked around.
"Umm... did anyone else hear that?" Asked Glenn, confused. The voice laughed.
'You're the only one that can hear me, idiot.' Said the voice. 'Now... you'd better be careful on this mission, or you're going to die. Like Salamance said, it won't be easy... but don't screw this up, otherwise we both die.'
'Umm... okay, voice in my head. Who are you?' Asked Glenn, thinking to whoever was talking to him.
'I'm your imaginary friend.' Said the voice. 'I'm the part of you that remembers the important stuff that you forget. So basically, you're schitzophrenic. Sad, isn't it?'
Glenn didn't reply, and the voice was gone. 'Hmm... I really must have been lonely to create an imaginary friend.' Thought Glenn, but he smiled and put it out of his mind. 'Man, I hope we get there soon, I can't wait to put my skills to the test.'
(ooc: That's all that is... his imaginary friend.)