⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ 𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙍𝙂𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙔!!! ⋆｡˚✴︎⋆

Are you sure? It’s been…years.

Oh, yeah. I had to use scraps to sew myself up after my first death. (He said with a shrug, patting his stomach.) I just never got around to properly fix it, you know? War and stuff.

(He sat down and straightened his back, sitting as still and tall as possible.) (It was strange. There were bits of metal in his body, rods that were keeping his bones from sliding out of place. And a good chunk of his stomach had bits of wire in it)

Okay! (Up he gets, following behind in his chair)

Nnnm. Nope. I just want to make sure everything is healing nicely.

A meteor. It was thrown at me.

Uh…sometimes I use a cane, it depends on the pain. I kinda got crushed by a meteor.

(He easily pulled himself up.) Don’t mind the smell. I am, well, dead.

ᴰⁱᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ?!

ㅤ oh buddy you don't want to know.. the horror.. ㅤ

ㅤ that used to be us too!! ㅤ

I know plenty about the Cookie body! I’d love to help!

(Following close behind.) Thank you. Do you need an assistant after this?

Ugh!! I can’t just let him die!

I was wondering if you can do a checkup on me. I haven’t had one in, well, forever. And after this… (He motioned to his legs)