Lighter Grey Text = Claussen, since I’m running out of colors to use
*walks into the kitchen* “Claus...?” *rubs eyes* “What’re you doing up so late...?”
*there’s pickle vinegar all over his face, and the space in front of the open fridge is a mess*
“Please tell me this isn’t cannibalism...”
”...You...”
”I NEED MORAL SUPPORT!”
"So, what do you wanna do now?"
"Well, you seemed pretty stressed trying to check us in at the front desk."
"Sir, you've arrived 0.1 seconds late, so I'm afraid we've given your hotel suite to somecreature else."
*slams his hooves on the counter* "UGH!!! DICKS, DICKS, DICKS, DICKS!!!!"
“This is literally the worst thing to happen in my life.”
”What? What’s wrong?”
“Jay doesn’t make skits with me anymore... we’ve become a trend, and the worst thing is... we’ve already gotten old.”
”But isn’t it good that he’s moving on? He can’t stay in that phase forever.”
“It doesn’t matter! He should still wanna make stuff with us. It shows that he cares.”
”Oculus...? Are you in there...?”
”Call me, beep me, if you wanna reach me—“
”What the...?” *walks in* “What are you doing?”
(Ocellus walked in to Oculus wearing some kind of spec-op spandex suit and dancing to a song...)
“Just can’t wait to— Wha— Ocellus, what’re you doing here?!” *frantically stops the music*
”Oculus, you’ve been lying around in here for hours on the phone! You haven’t even been outside yet!”
*in his ultimate gay boy* “Can you see the hating ass bitch? Me too!”
*huffs* “You are just so disrespectful!”
”Umm, I’m being respectful to myself.”
”That doesn’t even make any sense!”
”Excuse me, where the fuck’s my Juul?”
”And you’re not letting him get to you, are you...?”
”No. Never.”
”Well... good luck with your job interview. S-Stay safe...”
”Okay.”
*stumbles in the hotel room and falls on the floor* “I-I don’t think I like this drink... I-It’s bitter... and... and it gives me a headache.”
*jolts awake* “Huh?! Who’s there?!”
(He looks and sees no one in the living room...)
”Oh... heheh...”
*walks in* “Hey, you’re awake, I—“
”NO MORE STABBING!“
(Oculus throws a small dagger at the space in the wall just inches away from where Ocellus was standing...)
”Oculus, what the heck?!”
*leaving* ”Bye, Oculus. I’m going to the club with my friend, Smolder.”
”Uh Huh. Have fun. Let me know if you need me to BitsApp you some money.”
*turns around* ”...Well... well maybe I won’t need money, because— because the guys there’re probably going to buy me drinks and stuff!”
”Yeah; you’re pretty hot.”
*sitting on the couch in the living room*
”Now, remember. If the test subject of choice makes any loud noises, that’s all okay.”
*chews popcorn*
”There’s nothing a little chloroform can’t fix.”
*nods eagerly*
*walks by* “Hey Oculus, I— Wait, what are you looking at?” *sits beside him*
”Um—“
This is a follow up to my previous blog. Seriously, read the comments.
"Oculus... Oculus... wake up. Are you okay?"
*groans* "Wha...?"
"Drugs. You literally inhaled drugs."
"Oh."
"Um... anything else? Do you want some water?"
"That'd be nice, thank you."
"I'm sorry, what?"
”Okay, Flutterwings, next question; Say I had... 50 pieces of candy.”
“Okay...”
“And you gave me... 25 pieces of candy.”
“Okay, and?”
”And someone else gave me 30 pieces of candy.”
“And?”
”What would I have then?”
“Diabetes. You would have diabetes.”
”Will you please stop hugging me...?”
”Not until you tell me you want to live...”
*sigh* “Ocellus...”
”You’re not going to say it, are you...?”
”Look, Ocellus, I love you, but I need some space to breathe, and—“
”Wait, what are these bruises on your hooves...?”
”It’s nothing, just... just let me go.”
“Hey, um... I bought a book for us... d-do you wanna maybe read it together...?”
”W-Well, um... I-I’ve got this horn polishing to go to, a-and...”
”That’s an excuse. You’ve used it before from when we were thirteen.”
”W-Well, I...”
”Oculus, please, just talk to me... you’ve been avoiding me for days now, and... and I still want answers...”
So I have decided to create a group for Smolcellus (Smolder x Ocellus) stories. Sure there is one, but you can't submit stories to it, and it seems dead. If that ship is something you're interested in, or have a story that fits, head on over and toss it in.
Nothing else to report. Working on stuff and things.
*wakes up, breathing heavily* What the... where am I...?"
*wakes up beside him* "Oculus... I'm craving popcorn and chocolate. C-Can you go pick some up for me?"
*loud gasp*
*jolts awake* "Woah, WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-"
”I’m sorry, but... but Oculus... he’s suffering partial paralysis in his legs.”
”Oh. Oh, that makes sense, doesn’t it? Because... because he shot me in my side.”
”Is... is it curable?”
”Well, not curable per se, but yes. We’ll try treating his injury, and he may be able to walk again, but until then, he should probably stay here.”
”O-Okay.”
(Ocellus found herself walking through a bright corridor, and it eventually led to what looked like a large ball room. It was crowded with ponies, all chatting happily, and dressed nice...
It wasn’t long before she found herself dressed in her own way, too. A layered, pink dress. Nothing too special, nothing too bland...
As she made her way further into the crowd, she spotted someone familiar. Looking down into his wine glass and swirling it fondly...)
”Hey, um... Oculus...? A-Are you... are you okay? You’ve been wearing that same tuxedo for a while, now.”
(Oculus snaps his head around in a full one-eighty, his neck seeming to crack as he turns to Ocellus...)
”Why, I’m doing just fine, my dear.”
”’My dear’? Since when did you ever... say it like that?”
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