the beige walls, beige floors, beige ceilings, beige people, lined up in rows and rows and as far as the eye can see, they fill you, your mind, your memory, her face, what was her face, the colors are so dull now, what was her name, the people are hearing you, the beige, the beige, the music, it’s so wrong, she’s so quiet, who’s that voice? you need to run, you can’t run, you’re running, all you are doing is nothing and nothing you’re doing is everything, the beige walls seem to drip paint, yet haven’t been coated anew in years.
"I know, I might be small but, I am the Eighth Wonder!"
Just a more family friendly version of my Narrator :) I just feel like Eighth Wonder fits so many non human narrator designs BAHAHAH
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“The end?” Vintage “Finis” imagery.
So tired of the Zending being characterized as Stanley unjustly taking away the Narrator’s happiness when it's also his fault for trapping Stanley in there and expecting him to put his life aside so the Narrator can be happy.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY STANLEY 🗣 🎉🎊
HI ITS ME I PROMISE I STILL LOVE TSP ❗️❗️