* Orange, no, Yellow Justice dances *

Ahahahaha. You start. UwU.

Idk. Who is the horror creature/thing? It’s like uh- a chase through the forest or something. Like bear, perhaps? Also https://whiteboardfox.com/1076029-7023-4322

Hate to break it to you, but I’m a bad planner. :)

Okay. Which is scarier? Goop-non or Monster gold?

Then Monster Gold is the horror creature that chases Anon…if you’ll allow that, of course. It’s ok if I have to use Goop-non.

Well ok-

WHaT P!SSeS GoLD oFF?

Aight, if I randomly leave I went to bed or I had to go eat. You start.

Anon: * she’d reach the jar easily, being 4 times taller. * “ not today, sir. “ (have you seen her new formation? It’s Post Corruption! Gem corruption i mean.)

(1. I’ll get it after dinner 2. I gtg to dinner) Anon: “ nah. “ * shoves a huge handful into her mouth. *

(Back. The image website is loading. If I have to I’ll use something else…ree) Anon: “ awww, I love ya too. “ * she pat Gold’s head. *

(Back. I got the image https://ibb.co/tpmL2Xr) Anon: “ no. Now, why don’t you go watch your Steven Universe? “ * she’d smile. *

(Shshshshshshshshshsh, and ty! I had to count on memory since this was drawn when I didn’t have the iPad…and FlipAnim is still blocked on it.) Anon: “ Goldie boi, read my lips. “ * she silently mouthed no. *

Anon: “ no. Now get out of the kitchen before a knife falls on your head~ “ * she shoved all the cookies in her mouth. *

Anon: “ mmmph, mmMmmMmMmPh. “ (pff, silly kid.) * crumbs would fall out her mouth. *

Anon: * she’d chew on the last cookie left, swallowing it. * “ ahh…nothing like cookies to make your day. “

Anon: “ …I’m. Not. Stupid. “ * she’d walk to the living room. * “ …you shouldn’t have tried to get the cookies in the first place. You know how too much sugar can affect you. “

Anon: “ yeah, yeah, I heard. I’ve had your nonsense ON LOOP. And no cookies. We have leftover spaghetti in the ‘frigerator. “

Anon: “ too bad, I ate ‘em all. And I ain’t spinel. Sure, I have a bit of her personality and make references to her, but I’m NOT her…geez. Learn your names. “

Anon: “ hey, jeez, I can’t exactly throw one up. And even if I could, it’d be covered in poisonous acids. That’s how I roll. “ [-v-]

Anon: “ dude there’s no more. Chill. You’re starting to creep me out. “

Anon: * she’d shake him off. * “ sorry, but I can’t do that. “

Anon: * she hissed, as that tickled badly, and Yeeted him at the wall. * “ SToP iT. “ (I’m starting to think it’s Anon that’s gonna turn.)

(Not both. And Anon says a mean thing-) Anon: “ you’re just a stupid, tickly rascal that ruins other people’s lives. Leave. Me. ALONE! “

Anon: “ …g-gold? I don’t know what came over me, I…are you ok? “

Anon: “ …gold!? This isn’t you! Speak to me! “ * she stared panicking. * (ohohoho, this is where the real fun begins~)

Anon: “ SPEAK TO ME! SAY SOMETHING, ANYTHING! “

Anon: “ why?? Why should I run? From my best buddy…that’s creeping me majorly? “ (pff- naivety much, Anon?)

Anon: “ OH MY STARS!! “ * she skedaddled out, going as fast as her legs would allow her to. *

Anon: * she made a sharp turn into the forest, scampering up a tree, leaving only her flaming tail hanging out without her knowledge. *

Anon: “ … “ * she kept silent, out of terror. *

Anon: “ AAAAAAAAaaAaaAaAaA- “ * she’d leap from tree to tree, managing to get far enough. *

Anon: * her heart was beating faster and faster. * “ nhh…calm down, calm down… “

Anon: * she screamed an unholy, high pitch screech that scared several birds off. Then quickly shut up, blushing a neon green. * (hahaha shame on you)

Anon: “ …well, there’s a bit of the gold I know… “ * she smiled slightly… * (my ears are dead from a person screaming Other Friends very loudly.)

Anon: “ sh- “ * she went silent again. Letting her tail hang as somewhat of a “ lure. “ catch their attention and burn them? Something something… * (Drunk spinel, Screecher Spinel, AutoTune spinel, and Google Spinel)

Anon: * it burned brighter and brighter, like some sort of beacon. * (ohoho, that’ll burn ya.)

(Sh- welp she’s dead, go ahead and gorge on her. =>) Anon: * panicked screaming, and flailing. *

Anon: * desperately squirming, and attempting to bite the goopy finger. Is it even goopy? The world’ll never know. *

Anon: “ …ew. That was gross…and creepy. Get off. “ * noms harder on their finger, trying to get out from under it. *

Anon: “ wait, so…you’re not trying to absolutely rip me to shreds and shove toxic acid down my throat? “ * confused noises *

(Plot holes galore, fill ‘em with plot tar.) Anon: * distressed Anon noises. * “ I- wh- how- why- what- who- Hh- aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA “

Anon: * she fell on her side, curled up into a ball confusion and fear. Still screaming like a maniac. *

Anon: * she’d screech till her lungs gasped for air. Then she just laid there. *

(100th comment award goes to me UwU) Anon: * she crawled up to Gold and snuggled in his mangled fur. *

(Question, can I go to sleep now? I need it- kinda. It’s 10:16 pm and I should be in bed around now…) * The next day… *

(It’s ok, I’m just kinda tired…and Good Night. Have sweet dreams, not weird dreams. ^^)

* screaming * your turn to rp- I mean comment)

Anon: * her back rose and fell, and occasionally her leg twitched, meaning she was in a Dream. *

Anon: * she snored softly. Not much would wake her up- *

Anon: “ zz…wha… “

Anon: “ …ok, I’m u- …WHy aRe YoU a PuDDLe oF GooP!? “

Anon: “ … “ * internally panicking. *

Anon: “ aaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA “

Anon: * she laid on the floor again, staring out into space and screeching like the most broken of Mangles. *

Anon: * still screeching. *

Anon: “ hey- what was that for!? “

Anon: “ …well, you can’t seem to talk anymore…I have just the thing for that. “ * she’d take out her drawing book and a pencil. * “ write what you want to say on there. “ (this quickly turned non-horror. Mm.)

(Uee hee hee, yesss…) Anon: “ …well, you scared me, that’s all. “

Anon: * she shrugged. * “ I dunno how… “

(Agh- steven universe future episode…distractingggg…) Anon: “ hey buddy, c-calm down… “

(Reeeeeeeee-) Anon: “ …you’re scaring me again… “

(Kill me. Drunk spinel on 0.25x speed is pure slow hell) Anon: “ … “ * she hugged the small green goop. *

(Spinel: iiiiiiii juuuuuusssstt lllllooooOooooooOooOoOoVe thissss partttt…) Anon: “ agh, my head hurts…so bad. “

Anon: “ agh, it hurts…stop… “ (Goop-non? Or no Goop-non?)

(So- Yeet.) Anon: * her eyes snapped open, and she giggled intensely. Her form then made a drastic change to black, white globules dripping from her mouth. * “ Ŗ̴̡̝͖̗̦̜͖̘̫̥͒͆̆͠ư̵̛̰̂̊n̴̥͍̱̦͖̼̓̅̆̑͌̋͒̓͛̾̏̈́̍.̸̨̧͚̥̣̥̰̣̺̦̠̞̺̈́ “

Goop-Non: * she roared, and gave pursuit to the puddle, occasionally trying to body slam it. Hot damn, she’s fast… * (Spinel: * still dying of too much Alcohol *)

(Spinel: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER FRIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENDSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS * dies *) Goop-Non: * she eventually caught up, and tried to lash out at them, but they missed. She slashed her claws again, this time managing to hit a bit. *

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E-F9jFEBbGs do this on 0.25 speed, I dare you) Goop-Non: * they had lost them, and had turned into a different building, wrecking the place and crawling upside down on the ceiling. (Because reasons~) *

(O w O) Goop-Non: * she neared the building Gold was in, and quickened her pace. Seems like she found Gold’s scent. *

(|\|0 |\/|34[¥) Goop-Non: * she caught sight of him, and viciously ran at top speed directly at him. *

Goop-Non: * she’d viciously bite his shoulder, black and white goo covering the wound. Then clawed his back, and ran off to let him bleed to death. =) *

(You called for help. 8|_|+ |\|080|]¥ [@|\/|3. =) ) Goop-Non: * she’d watch from a nearby tree. * (cities have trees too-)

Goop-Non: * they’d climb down, going over to gorge on the meat when something stopped them in their tracks. mind war? Mind war. *

Goop-Non: * eventually, Anon won the mind war and noticed the dead alien. They cried out in sadness, guilt, confusion, basically depression all over again. They’d take the small corpse to the grave yard, and quickly dug them a hole to rest in. They laid them down in it, covering the hole up. * (agh. So sad-)

(Yes. Mmmmmmm, zombie. Maybe a darker color fur, since uh- the goop spreads and thins.)

(Y e s .)

(Ok-) Anon: * she’d sit at the table in the kitchen, sobbing and drinking Alcohol again. It’s been 5 years since Gold died. * (well that just got dark.)

Sight* is that what you meant?) Anon: * she heard the news report the small bloodied figure, and she just ignored it. * “ just another problem to deal with. “ * hic. *

Anon: * she sighed, and turned to the window, then getting the biggest scare of her life. * “ HOLY F*** THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE IS HERE- “

Anon: * they escaped to their room, barricading themself inside. Grabbing onto the emergency backpack like never before. They’d whimper, scared beyond belief. *

Anon: * they’d quietly sing Other Friends to themselves, trying to calm down. * “ that’s right I heard the story over and over again… “

Anon: * she’d let out a high pitch scream, that sounded like it was on helium- but wasn’t. *

Anon: * they shuffled to the farthest corner of the room from the door, not taking any chances. * “ D-don’t kill me… “

Anon: “ …no, it’s not his. It can’t be. He’s dead…he’s dead. It can’t be…his…hand… “ (Spinel: WHOOOOOoOoOo AAAM IIII? WHOOOOOOOOOOooOoo AAAM IIiIiIiIi?)

Anon: * her throat rumbled, a flame igniting. * “ stay back or I’ll torch you… “

Anon: “ …what…why…why do you look like him… “ * she stared, and stared, before beginning to have a breakdown. The flame that had ignited, faded. *

Anon: “ …gold… “ * she looked up, and a huge river of tears flooded her face. She hugged the small zombie, sobbing violently. *

Anon: “ I missed you so much…so much… “ * she hugged tighter. *

(Why tho-) Anon: “ … “

(Mm.) Anon: “ ok…sorry…and why’d you attack everybody on sight? Jeez, not a good idea… “ * FLaaaaaSHBaaaaaaaaCK. *

Anon: “ I…guess…but still…it’s not a good idea, since people could see that, and could shoot you with…uhh…boom boom sticks… “ (FaMiLy FRieNDLy CoNTeNT.)

Anon: * she sighed. * “ at least I don’t have to censor that word. Anyway, just be careful. “

Anon: “ …then stay inside. And no biting. “ * she’d attempt to stand up, but was too crowded into the corner. * “ a little space, please? “

Anon: * she finally stood up, and went to the kitchen. Then quickly threw all the alcohol bottles away. Wait, how is she sober- NeVeRMiND. * “ no more. “

Anon: “ alcohol bottles? Yeah…I got into a huge depression after you ahem- died. Don’t really need them anymore. “

Anon: “ well, not much really changed. Except, the bathroom did explode. I refurbished it. “

Anon: “ it’s been 5 years, Gold. And no, some guy left a bomb in the bathtub. That wasn’t fun. “

Anon: “ you’re literally the exact same except a zombie. “ * face palm. *

Anon: [what the f***, dude? Face.]

Anon: “ your mouth is bleeding. “ (Sorry I died-)

(Mm. You wanna go play DA? ;v;) Anon: “ ok! I mean, I gotta get used to a lot of things now… “

(Oh ok! I’ll go ahead and play on there…) Anon: “ alright, wasn’t gonna. “

Mmmmmm yes, the best cult

Of course. How could I forget?