“Sssshhh! You’re going to wake up your mom,” said Krissie.
“Oops, sorry. Teehee… So truth or dare?”
“Erm… truth…” Krissie seemed to be hesitating, but Chloe couldn’t have it.
“Why truth? That’s boring! You never pick dare… Chicken!”
“But I…”
“Chicken! Chicken!” Chloe crossed her arms and turned away.
“Fine. Dare then. What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to… Go to my mother’s room, flicker the lights and slam the bedroom door shut,” Chloe pointed towards the door in the hallway. Right next to Chloe’s bedroom, facing the stairs. “Just to scare my mother, because she forbade us to talk so late at night,”
“Are you sure?” Asked Krissie. “Won’t I get caught? Maybe she’ll find out we’ve been up all this time. Maybe she’ll get mad and maybe I won’t be able to come over anymore,”
“Why of course not, silly! She’ll probably blame me anyways. Now go for it, go,”
Krissie went into the hallway and as Chloe said, she flickered the lights, closed the bedroom door with a loud slam, enjoying the sound of her mother’s loud gasp and returned to Chloe’s bedroom, closing the door behind her. They giggled together about what Krissie just did.
The giggling stopped when Chloe’s mother had found her way to the hallway, stomping towards Chloe’s room frustrated. Chloe quickly gathered the Ouija board, candles, books and other mickmack, threw it in a corner, jumped in her bed and pretended to be asleep.
Her mother opened the door, about to say something, but didn’t. She sighed, stood there for a second, then closed the door again. She retrieved to her bedroom, went back to sleep, keeping the lights on and the door closed this time.
After a few minutes Chloe crawled out of bed quietly, grabbed the Ouija board and searched the ground for the playing chart. She then sat down in the middle of the room again, lighting four candles and spelling out the words:
[ Ranko smiles when she receives what looks to be a pleasant little story in her inbox. And it's from Frisk, too - how nice to see a young one flex their creative muscles!
Then she reaches the end. ]
I fear I do not understand.
Is this story saying what I think it is? [ because if so...please no ]
[ Ranko regrets it instantly, but the allcaps she sends are pretty indicative of how she feels. Who would possibly do such a thing? Even in fiction? Have they no self-preservation skills?! ]
Furthermore, I
[ And at that, her app freezes up. Frustrated, Ranko boots it up again and logs back in - only to be greeted with another creepypasta staring her in the face. There's no visible away around it, only an invitation to forward it to someone - and, rather than actually read the offending article, she sends it to the last person she contacted on the device.
Sorry, Frisk. ]
Did you ever see one of those videos where you are asked to look for or follow something specific throughout the video? Then, at the end, they reveal that as you were watching, something large and intrusive moved around in plain sight and you never even noticed it. It's frightening how often that happens, like how I just moved from the doorway into your room as you read this.
[Of course, the creepypasta is forwarded to them. Of course, they're dropping their phone as they turn around to check no one is in the room with them. They're 10-years-old and this is horrible??? Make it stop. Or, you know, don't make it stop.
There is no making it stop.
And because this chain of suffering must go on, Frisk's phone seems to have exited the app after being dropped on the ground. Which means—]
This week, I moved into a new house. The house itself is lovely, with two stories, three bedrooms, two baths, a fenced-in backyard, and a big kitchen. The tree in the front yard is tall and strong and does a fine job of blocking my living room windows from the street, the water pressure is fabulous, the closets are large, and the wood floors are new. The only problem I’ve had so far is that my neighbors are rather loud. Our houses connect on one side, so we share a living room, bedroom, and kitchen wall. All day long, I can hear them banging around their kitchen, watching loud movies, talking, and their small child crying. It’s a bit trying, but nothing I can’t live with, I suppose.
Now, to get directly to the thing that really concerns me, it started when I was in the shower this morning. I usually like to have music playing while I shower, but today, I decided that I’d rather just enjoy the silence. The activity was fairly uneventful, until, as I was in the middle of washing my hair, I heard my neighbors talking from the other side of the wall. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but it sounded strange to me. It seemed that they were mumbling something, whispering, and occasionally laughing quietly, but I couldn’t figure out how I could hear them if they were evidently speaking quietly. I thought that they must be standing absurdly close to their side of the wall in order to be so audible in the midst of my shower.
I didn’t think too much of this incident until I was leaving for work an hour later. As I started to open my car door, I turned back to the house, feeling like I’d forgotten something. As I looked up at my bedroom window, I realized that the neighbor’s house shares a wall on the opposite side of the house from the bathroom. On the other side of the bathroom lies my bedroom closet.
WHY WOULD YOU FORGET WHAT SIDE OF THE HOUSE YOUR BATHROOM IS ON
these people are all cursed, they need the urgent assistance of an exorcist, they are forbidden from ever mentioning closets in my presence agai
[ Another glitch? Why, yes indeed! And here we go: ]
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. She explained that it was a store room, and that it was out of bounds. She reminded him of this several times before allowing him upstairs. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.
However, the insistence of the woman had piqued his curiosity, so the next night he walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was incredibly pale. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. Was this a celebrity? The owner's daughter? He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.
As he was still looking, the woman turned sharply and he jumped back from the door, hoping she would not suspect he had been spying on her. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn't make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red. He felt embarrassed that he had made the woman so uncomfortable, and hoped she had not made a complaint with the woman on the front desk.
At this point he decided to consult her for more information. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?"
The man told her that he had and she said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story of what happened in that room. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in there, and we find that even now, whoever stays there gets very uncomfortable. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."
[ This is all Frisk will be left with for several minutes until Ranko calms down. Afterwards, thankfully, she manages to dodge the glitches long enough to reply legibly. ]
I am assuming the man left the hotel and never spoke of the matter again. Which would be wise of him.
[This is an attempt at AVENGING HIMSELF against his awful roommate who spams him with creepypastas frequently, but alas, An Innocent Bystander is about to get got instead...]
By the time you've read the first word here, it's too late to go back. Everyone has done something they regret in their life. This is a calling card for The Collector. The Collector is responsible for making people pay for those regretful mistakes. No one is sure where it comes from or what it looks like. It is said to take on the form of that which you fear the most. After being given The Collector's calling card, you have ten minutes to act. Sending the calling card out to more people will give it more business, and it might leave you alone. But if you ignore its calling card, it will come pay you a visit instead. You really don't want to know what will happen if it comes knocking on your door.
Send this to 5 people of your choosing and you might be spared a visit tonight, but your luck will be bad for the rest of your life. Send this to 10 people and you will definitely be protected. Expect only moderate luck. Send this to 15 people and not only will you be protected but you will have good luck. Sending this to 20 people or more will secure you wealth, good health and luck until your dying day. If you don't send this to anyone at all, prepare to repent. And remember, collectors always get their dues in the end.
Ranko would have stopped reading, she really would have, but the first sentence clinched it for her. She was trapped. She had to keep going. Regrets? She's had a few, although nothing she thought worth killing over.
It didn't matter if it was real or not - Ranko, absolutely terrified, was just about to send the chain letter to at least ten other people when she managed to stop shaking long enough to type out a nervous reply. ]
Wait it's
it's already been ten minutes hasn't it
Why did you spring this devilry upon me! My magical barrier has been compromised!! Traitors freeze forever in the Cocytus, you know!!!!
Well, Kiyomitsu hadn't bothered watching his text after sending it, since he knew he'd be getting a barrage of either 1) enraged texts from Yamato or 2) that + a literal flood of return creepypastas, so he's really caught off his guard when he opens it after the alert sounds and-- that isn't a return creepypasta? That isn't the dulcet text tones of him having a fit??]
I First of all what even is that But also is this Yasusada
[He knows it isn't, okay. He knows. But he's still hoping that there's some slim chance that Yamato's phone has been possessed by Retrospec glitches.
Honestly he isn't even thinking about how Actually Scared Ranko might be right now since he just assumes no one takes these things seriously. He's mostly just embarrassed!? Strangers can't know he has creepypastas on hand they're so uncool...]
[ Ranko has no idea how cool or uncool creepypastas are generally regarded to be these days (she has a very odd idea of what constitutes 'cool' in the first place), only that she wants them to go away and stop freaking her out right now.
She takes in the confused text of second message - and Kiyomitsu won't know this, but she's hiding behind a pillow has she does so - and it's not what she was expecting either. Does this mean she's not being purposely riled? ]
I am not the Yasusada you seek. Do you intend to hex this person? I'm afraid your spell was miscast!
Why did you want to subject him to the advances of the, [ She glances back at the original 'pasta', shudders, and continues. ]
'The Collector'...was it?
Wait - an answer just came to me! This is another Retrospec glitch, yes? I was likewise tormented by it, forced into sending these scrolls of the damned to a mere child! My soul will be permanently struck down for this terrible misdeed!
because he's an idiot and he spams me with this garbage all the time! he even printed some out once and stuck them all over my room, it was the worst (#｀皿´)
[BUT OH NO she actually sounds pretty distraught about this... Even if he misinterprets the actual source of her distress. He's doing his best, here.]
it's just a glitch so it's not like people are going to be too annoyed with you, right? and if they are they seriously need to chill
I cannot even imagine such a horrible scene! Engraved upon every wall, a scarlet oath - nay, a black spot, intent on only one reaction!
The source of the glitch is not the issue, though. It is that I am now haunted by its presence, by the guilt of assisting its cruel refrain and by the terror of its iron hold on my immortal soul.
[ Let's see if he manages to interpret this, then. Ranko desperately hopes he can. ]
Not cursed in the usual way. I am not afraid of enraged necromancers seeking vengeance. Rather, cursed by the judgmental stares and whispers of the public.
And there is the other matter, one that is much simpler to comprehend: I am not fond of this method of storytelling.
...HE GETS THAT, AT LEAST, though he's also immediately uncertain as to why she's acting like she just revealed some heinous secret.]
well i don't think anyone does, right? or at least not normal people ┐(´～｀)┌ they're annoying and usually really gross! it would be nice if someone could make an app that just blocks them...
[Though, if she doesn't like them--]
sorry again for catching you in the crossfire though （´□｀） i can comp you a drink at the cafe i work at to make up for it! consider it like an anti-curse
Would that such an application existed! I wish to cleanse the malodorous fumes of their presence from my entire device! [ Although Kiyomitsu seems to mainly consider them an annoyance, Ranko was legitimately scared for a minute there. She won't go on about it, though, mainly because it's super embarrassing. Who would believe someone could actually want to hide in a pillow fort because of a chain letter?
She perks up at the latter part of the message, however. ]
An anti-curse? Like a banishment or purification ritual?
yeah! exactly like that like a drinkable omamori or something 100% guaranteed to keep you safe from chainletter curses or at least that chainletter i guess
[Or just a nice free drink because he feels like a big fat jerk for giving her a little fright, but it certainly couldn't hurt to pitch it like this, he supposes...]
you can cash in on it whenever, okay? just stop by when you have some free time!
Well then! I certainly cannot say no to such a thoughtful offer. [ Take that, 'The Collector'! ] When I find a brief moment of freedom from the thorny chains of scholarship to which I am bound, I will glide down to your establishment on eager wings.
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text; 4/02...........i am sorry
“Sssshhh! You’re going to wake up your mom,” said Krissie.
“Oops, sorry. Teehee… So truth or dare?”
“Erm… truth…” Krissie seemed to be hesitating, but Chloe couldn’t have it.
“Why truth? That’s boring! You never pick dare… Chicken!”
“But I…”
“Chicken! Chicken!” Chloe crossed her arms and turned away.
“Fine. Dare then. What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to… Go to my mother’s room, flicker the lights and slam the bedroom door shut,” Chloe pointed towards the door in the hallway. Right next to Chloe’s bedroom, facing the stairs. “Just to scare my mother, because she forbade us to talk so late at night,”
“Are you sure?” Asked Krissie. “Won’t I get caught? Maybe she’ll find out we’ve been up all this time. Maybe she’ll get mad and maybe I won’t be able to come over anymore,”
“Why of course not, silly! She’ll probably blame me anyways. Now go for it, go,”
Krissie went into the hallway and as Chloe said, she flickered the lights, closed the bedroom door with a loud slam, enjoying the sound of her mother’s loud gasp and returned to Chloe’s bedroom, closing the door behind her. They giggled together about what Krissie just did.
The giggling stopped when Chloe’s mother had found her way to the hallway, stomping towards Chloe’s room frustrated. Chloe quickly gathered the Ouija board, candles, books and other mickmack, threw it in a corner, jumped in her bed and pretended to be asleep.
Her mother opened the door, about to say something, but didn’t. She sighed, stood there for a second, then closed the door again. She retrieved to her bedroom, went back to sleep, keeping the lights on and the door closed this time.
After a few minutes Chloe crawled out of bed quietly, grabbed the Ouija board and searched the ground for the playing chart. She then sat down in the middle of the room again, lighting four candles and spelling out the words:
“That was a close call,” on the Ouija board.
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Then she reaches the end. ]
I fear I do not understand.
Is this story saying what I think it is? [ because if so...please no ]
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if you think krissie is a ghost
then
yes
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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[ Ranko regrets it instantly, but the allcaps she sends are pretty indicative of how she feels. Who would possibly do such a thing? Even in fiction? Have they no self-preservation skills?! ]
Furthermore, I
[ And at that, her app freezes up. Frustrated, Ranko boots it up again and logs back in - only to be greeted with another creepypasta staring her in the face. There's no visible away around it, only an invitation to forward it to someone - and, rather than actually read the offending article, she sends it to the last person she contacted on the device.
Sorry, Frisk. ]
Did you ever see one of those videos where you are asked to look for or follow something specific throughout the video? Then, at the end, they reveal that as you were watching, something large and intrusive moved around in plain sight and you never even noticed it. It's frightening how often that happens, like how I just moved from the doorway into your room as you read this.
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[Of course, the creepypasta is forwarded to them. Of course, they're dropping their phone as they turn around to check no one is in the room with them. They're 10-years-old and this is horrible??? Make it stop. Or, you know, don't make it stop.
There is no making it stop.
And because this chain of suffering must go on, Frisk's phone seems to have exited the app after being dropped on the ground. Which means—]
This week, I moved into a new house. The house itself is lovely, with two stories, three bedrooms, two baths, a fenced-in backyard, and a big kitchen. The tree in the front yard is tall and strong and does a fine job of blocking my living room windows from the street, the water pressure is fabulous, the closets are large, and the wood floors are new. The only problem I’ve had so far is that my neighbors are rather loud. Our houses connect on one side, so we share a living room, bedroom, and kitchen wall. All day long, I can hear them banging around their kitchen, watching loud movies, talking, and their small child crying. It’s a bit trying, but nothing I can’t live with, I suppose.
Now, to get directly to the thing that really concerns me, it started when I was in the shower this morning. I usually like to have music playing while I shower, but today, I decided that I’d rather just enjoy the silence. The activity was fairly uneventful, until, as I was in the middle of washing my hair, I heard my neighbors talking from the other side of the wall. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but it sounded strange to me. It seemed that they were mumbling something, whispering, and occasionally laughing quietly, but I couldn’t figure out how I could hear them if they were evidently speaking quietly. I thought that they must be standing absurdly close to their side of the wall in order to be so audible in the midst of my shower.
I didn’t think too much of this incident until I was leaving for work an hour later. As I started to open my car door, I turned back to the house, feeling like I’d forgotten something. As I looked up at my bedroom window, I realized that the neighbor’s house shares a wall on the opposite side of the house from the bathroom. On the other side of the bathroom lies my bedroom closet.
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!!!!
no!!!!!!!!
WHY WOULD YOU FORGET WHAT SIDE OF THE HOUSE YOUR BATHROOM IS ON
these people are all cursed, they need the urgent assistance of an exorcist, they are forbidden from ever mentioning closets in my presence agai
[ Another glitch? Why, yes indeed! And here we go: ]
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. She explained that it was a store room, and that it was out of bounds. She reminded him of this several times before allowing him upstairs. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.
However, the insistence of the woman had piqued his curiosity, so the next night he walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was incredibly pale. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. Was this a celebrity? The owner's daughter? He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.
As he was still looking, the woman turned sharply and he jumped back from the door, hoping she would not suspect he had been spying on her. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn't make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red. He felt embarrassed that he had made the woman so uncomfortable, and hoped she had not made a complaint with the woman on the front desk.
At this point he decided to consult her for more information. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?"
The man told her that he had and she said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story of what happened in that room. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in there, and we find that even now, whoever stays there gets very uncomfortable. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."
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dont know
maybe she was
REALLY REALLY REALLY bad at directions (\(T________T)/)
[WHY ARE GLITCHES A THING save them]
oh no
oh no
oh no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WAS THE GHOST LOOKING THROUGH THE KEYHOLE TOO?????????????
IS THE MAN GONNA DIE NOW
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[ This is all Frisk will be left with for several minutes until Ranko calms down. Afterwards, thankfully, she manages to dodge the glitches long enough to reply legibly. ]
I am assuming the man left the hotel and never spoke of the matter again. Which would be wise of him.
[ ...
is it over, ranko thinks
better make sure ]
BEGONE, GLITCH!! I CAST THEE OUT!!
4/1, misfired text, rip...
By the time you've read the first word here, it's too late to go back.
Everyone has done something they regret in their life.
This is a calling card for The Collector.
The Collector is responsible for making people pay for those regretful mistakes.
No one is sure where it comes from or what it looks like. It is said to take on the form of that which you fear the most.
After being given The Collector's calling card, you have ten minutes to act.
Sending the calling card out to more people will give it more business, and it might leave you alone.
But if you ignore its calling card, it will come pay you a visit instead.
You really don't want to know what will happen if it comes knocking on your door.
Send this to 5 people of your choosing and you might be spared a visit tonight, but your luck will be bad for the rest of your life.
Send this to 10 people and you will definitely be protected. Expect only moderate luck.
Send this to 15 people and not only will you be protected but you will have good luck.
Sending this to 20 people or more will secure you wealth, good health and luck until your dying day.
If you don't send this to anyone at all, prepare to repent.
And remember, collectors always get their dues in the end.
rest in rip
Ranko would have stopped reading, she really would have, but the first sentence clinched it for her. She was trapped. She had to keep going. Regrets? She's had a few, although nothing she thought worth killing over.
It didn't matter if it was real or not - Ranko, absolutely terrified, was just about to send the chain letter to at least ten other people when she managed to stop shaking long enough to type out a nervous reply. ]
Wait it's
it's already been ten minutes hasn't it
Why did you spring this devilry upon me! My magical barrier has been compromised!! Traitors freeze forever in the Cocytus, you know!!!!
good bye ranko...
Hm.
Well, Kiyomitsu hadn't bothered watching his text after sending it, since he knew he'd be getting a barrage of either 1) enraged texts from Yamato or 2) that + a literal flood of return creepypastas, so he's really caught off his guard when he opens it after the alert sounds and-- that isn't a return creepypasta? That isn't the dulcet text tones of him having a fit??]
I
First of all what even is that
But also is this Yasusada
[He knows it isn't, okay. He knows. But he's still hoping that there's some slim chance that Yamato's phone has been possessed by Retrospec glitches.
Honestly he isn't even thinking about how Actually Scared Ranko might be right now since he just assumes no one takes these things seriously. He's mostly just embarrassed!? Strangers can't know he has creepypastas on hand they're so uncool...]
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She takes in the confused text of second message - and Kiyomitsu won't know this, but she's hiding behind a pillow has she does so - and it's not what she was expecting either. Does this mean she's not being purposely riled? ]
I am not the Yasusada you seek. Do you intend to hex this person? I'm afraid your spell was miscast!
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omg i am so so sorry
i could have sworn his number was in the send field
i have no idea what happened （ｉДｉ）
just ignore that!!
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'The Collector'...was it?
Wait - an answer just came to me! This is another Retrospec glitch, yes? I was likewise tormented by it, forced into sending these scrolls of the damned to a mere child! My soul will be permanently struck down for this terrible misdeed!
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he even printed some out once and stuck them all over my room, it was the worst (#｀皿´)
[BUT OH NO she actually sounds pretty distraught about this... Even if he misinterprets the actual source of her distress. He's doing his best, here.]
it's just a glitch so it's not like people are going to be too annoyed with you, right?
and if they are they seriously need to chill
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The source of the glitch is not the issue, though. It is that I am now haunted by its presence, by the guilt of assisting its cruel refrain and by the terror of its iron hold on my immortal soul.
[ Let's see if he manages to interpret this, then. Ranko desperately hopes he can. ]
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are you like
feeling guilty about sending this to other people
you know that you don't actually get cursed by sending these out right?
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And there is the other matter, one that is much simpler to comprehend: I am not fond of this method of storytelling.
There! I said it!
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...HE GETS THAT, AT LEAST, though he's also immediately uncertain as to why she's acting like she just revealed some heinous secret.]
well i don't think anyone does, right?
or at least not normal people ┐(´～｀)┌
they're annoying and usually really gross!
it would be nice if someone could make an app that just blocks them...
[Though, if she doesn't like them--]
sorry again for catching you in the crossfire though （´□｀）
i can comp you a drink at the cafe i work at to make up for it!
consider it like
an anti-curse
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She perks up at the latter part of the message, however. ]
An anti-curse? Like a banishment or purification ritual?
I wouldn't turn down such an offering!
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exactly like that
like a drinkable omamori or something
100% guaranteed to keep you safe from chainletter curses
or at least that chainletter i guess
[Or just a nice free drink because he feels like a big fat jerk for giving her a little fright, but it certainly couldn't hurt to pitch it like this, he supposes...]
you can cash in on it whenever, okay?
just stop by when you have some free time!
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Which one would that be, again?
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[Promptly ruining all of the mysterious appeal...]
but it's a good bean! it's-- [INSERT DIRECTIONS what are street names in recolle, a mystery.]
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Very well! Soon your shrine to caffeine will be graced by my noble presence! *cackles*
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[If Ranko ever needs an official translator, he will Be Here to deliver her messages to the masses in extremely shortened form. ANYWAY--]
see you soon!
[For her FREE APOLOGY DRINK as he sends off his awful creepypasta to the right person while he waits.]