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>>5633615
>Well this post made me smile, but I'm also kinda sad
because once there are expectations, there is pressure.

Also, I forgot to respond to this. Indeed there is pressure as expectations pile upon you, but you know, that's part of why I remain anonymous. Truly, I have found that, ironically, the best way to be myself is to neither reveal nor define myself at all. No name, no face, nothing, just pure thoughts, pure text, pure.. me-ness

I'm not sure if I will ever truly understand why tripfriends give that freedom up, but I'm sure you have your reasons

>>5472191
oh goody, but i had only one pic

>>4726086
Let's play!

Flandre thread? sure!

OP here, back and rehosting.

"Okay... And if I win..." She breaks off, giggling insanely with a small snort. "It's a seeecret, actually." She grins, and grabs a nearby stuffed animal, a patched up dog. And slashes it open with a nail, ripping out the innards of the toy, balling up the fluff into one hand. "Okay, you have to pick the hand with the fluff in it. If you don't, I win. It's really chancy, huh?" She bursts into laughter once more before suddenly going silent, and looking with her wide crimson eyes at you, smushing her hands together before you can blink. Two fists are held out in front of you.


[ ] Pick the first hand

[ ] Choose the second

[ ] Grab some fluff, declare yourself winner

[ ] Flee

[ ] Scream

You silently rise from your bed, after the trippy dream, your head still reeling. Flandre seems to ignore you in favor of mutilating and decapitating the stuffed animals.

You slept in your clothes, but at least the dress was off. You stand up and yawn; Flandre seems too intent to make any comment, so you're probably free to wander.


[ ] Visit the library

[ ] Find Sakuya

[ ] Talk to Flandre

[ ] Head to Remilia's study

[ ] Visit China

I'm back, Anon. Had a nice weekend off, and hopefully recharged to continue writing WUIG. 5k replies is a bit of a benchmark, no?

Flandre looks at you impassively, tilting her head. You're not sure whether or not she is pleased by your answer. "Am I a "Beautiful Woman"?" She asks, leaning closer, brushing a lock of golden-blonde hair out of her face as she peers intently at you.


[ ] "Yes."

[ ] "No."

[ ] "You've got a different sort of charm, Flandre."

[ ] "You're a beautiful girl."

[ ] Remain silent

Deciding it best, you proceed quietly down into the basement. The lights are off, and you cannot see a thing. You kind of remember where things are, though.
You don't know if Flandre is awake or not.


[ ] "Hello? Flandre?"

[ ] Escape upstairs

[ ] Find the bed, sleep

[ ] Wait patiently

>>249510
>>249513
>>249517
You quickly squeeze under the bed, trying to make as little noise as humanly possible. You feel some other things jammed under there too, but you're sure you'll manage...
"Ready or not, here I coooome!" Suddenly the lights turn on, and you can see Flandre's red shoes in the center of the room. You can also make out what's jammed under the bed next to you. It's a human skeleton. That's so comforting.
After about ten minutes, and hearing about 3 explosions, she appears to give up. "Okay, you win, coooome out, come out, wherever you are?

[ ] Continue hiding

[ ] Come out

[ ] "You still have to find me!"
(PS: Yes, it is me on the forums, I just forgot to log in.)

>>243310
Actually, as you are in the basement...
Technically the lake is ALL AROUND YOU.

Anyways.
"Hello." A sickly sweet voice replies. There is still no way to see her, but you're pretty sure it couldn't be anyone other than Flandre Scarlet.
"Would you like to play a game?"


[ ] "Yes."

[ ] "No."

[ ] "What sort of game?"