CallMeRossana

“It’s not acceptable; simply not acceptable.” Jack Savage’s grievances could be heard in the deserted hallway as he stalked toward the Colonel’s office with his paws shoved in the depths of his pocket. “When did the organizing of this place start to leave this much to be desired?” Behind him, a certain arctic vixen was tagging along with him, struggling a bit to keep his brisk pace. She listened to his voice, usually so calm and collected, coloring itself with indignation, and a resigned smile couldn’t help but curl her lips as she said: “You’re not exaggerating things just a little

   You’ve got your wish now Jodie... I’m gone, were separated, And I hate it, And I know you do too. It’s not your fault Jodie... I have been annoying and unfair to you, Like you have to me, But I guess that’s what siblings do. I’m so sorry Jodie... That I never told you that I was your brother, I thought it would’ve been easier that way, Maybe I was wrong... Please don’t cry Jodie... It kills me to see you so upset in that log cabin, I can’t get to you yet, All I can do is watch from a distance and wait. Oh Jodie... I can’t feel your mind breaking apart, Your memories disintegrati

*See notes below for previous parts, warnings, and details. Beyond the crumbling gap in the fearamid's wall, the world burned and quaked.  The Shacktron railed against Bill, yet not a single blow damaged the demon as he floated within a glassy blue shield, his eye regenerating rapidly.  His henchmaniacs had been scattered across the valley.  Xanthar was knocked out in a smoking crater stamped into the earth by his impact.  Pyronica was draped over the cliff beside the ascending stream of blood which had replaced the town's namesake waterfall.  Teeth flailed, attempting to release himself from beneath a landslide of rubble.  As for Kryptos, h

Summary: Once of Bill Cipher’s henchmen takes an opportunity to take their boss down a peg or two. In the process, they inadvertently show their human prisoner the first modicum of anything resembling kindness he’s encountered in days. -0-0-0- Proverbs 12:10 - The tender mercies of the wicked are cruel. “Gotta hand it to you, Sixer,” Bill commented, his tone still disturbingly cheerful, but laced with an undercurrent of building rage that made the other monsters in the room keep shooting each other uneasy glances. “You sure know how to get under a guy’s nonexistent skin.” The still figure dangling