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[So, it's less of a text message and more of a scrawling, for now. Neat and cursive and slightly angled and full of small loops. Such are the downfalls of having to use a chalkboard to communicate. At least she's got a good enough piece of chalk to use.]

Hello, my fellow residents of Mallow Hallow. Forgive me for the sudden interruption.
Allow me to introduce you to a new acquaintance of mine.

[And then a video feed opens, like clockwork. There's nothing quite as succinct as a punctual transition. On screen is a clear shot of Rose's lap, and her bare forearms beneath the draping orange cloth of her robes. Resting against her elbows -- and her crossed knees, and her chest, and her stomach, and everything in between -- is a particular sort of black and purple and green and god-knows-what octopus-looking creature, albeit noticeably smaller.]

This is Herald Bonaparte the II [or, second]. I found him not too long ago, lost amongst the bustling crowds of Astralfield. He appears to be quite fond of me.

[She'd probably be fond of any stranger who plucked her up out of the streets if she were an alien-Eldritch abomination, too.]

Despite whatever fondness I may feel in return, his presence is key for more than just exciting the secret parts of me which find scaled-down recreations of insatiable monsters endearing. As some of you may have noticed, this particular district has something of a habit of entertaining the unusual. This, for instance, is something that I believe to be the work of whatever innocuous powers may hold jurisdiction over our beloved home, though the "how" and "why" elude me.

Creatures resembling those lurking within the confines of one's own mind... perhaps even people, or places, conjured before us without so much as a word of warning; has anyone else found something similar occurring around them? It may be worth looking into.

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video! also i'm sorry for kanbe he's horrible

[digsdeep]

Oh great, it isn't just my luck that weird stuff keeps popping outta nowhere!

Nice...Thing, ki--

[Kanbe's face contorts visibly, and when he speaks next, it's very slowly and somewhat strained. This...Nice thing is hard.]
Young lady. Lots of eyes and touchy bits. Much more interesting than what I got.

[The feed shakes a little as he clumsily moves and tries to not drop or fumble his own chalkboard in the process; impressive considering his hand situation. Eventually, the camera pans along the chains feeding from his shackles to--

is that a riceball


it's a riceball with feeble little arms, reaching out and waving a little]

This keeps changin' on me. It was a doll head when I woke up here first, and now it's just what I was hungry for. ...And it's alive and I can't even eat the thing.

[bohemianrhapsody]

That's... some acquaintance.

[video] 1/3 i'm sorry

[nationalairheadchampion]

[forgive him if he just...stares at this thing for a moment it's just so cool looking...]

text; 1/2

[soulfully]

ヾ(´･ω･｀) ohhh your colored font is super duper cutee!! ♡

[horseshit]

[That text warned him bro.]

So the tldr version of what you said is basically that you're stuck in a messed up dream town which sounds about up your alley.

[Meanwhile in Quest64....

No, addressing the important issue: ]

Put it back Rose we can't afford to take care of it we don't even have a fish tank.

video, but text.

[hollowbutnotempty]

*Doll's phone was still somehow set to video, thanks to the latter half of Rose's message being a video feed... even though Doll's replying in text. She'd be able to see, easily enough, exactly why: Doll doesn't even have a mouth.*

*Or eyes, for that matter, technically. It looks like a doll that's hollow inside, though with faintly glowing yellow irises hanging in the darkness visible through the eye-holes of its masklike face. Yes, a doll of some sort just responded... and if she checks the caller ID, it confirms it with "Doll" of all things.*

shadows there?

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[obfuskate]

I can testify to the following occurrences, being a resident of Astralfield myself:

I. The presence of voices and flickering apparitions considerably similar to those of my dreams and past experiences,
II. The sudden overabundance of cups of confectionery I vastly prefer, and finally,
III. Flying miniature hedgehogs screaming in my vicinity.

It doesn't seem like you are the only one.

[ no matter how weird this is... ]

[voice]

[tipping_scales]

[That was a lot for Robin to take in.]

You were able to conjure that creature up from your mind? That seems rather impossible, but the evidence is right in front of me... and it certainly did not happen when I fell asleep.

What district are you in?

[genitrix]

I've been avo+iding Astralfield as much as po+ssible. I wo+uldn't want my dreams co+ming true.

permatext

[tyrians]

woah shit
rose human??
wait
oh my cod is that a horrorterror
thats a glubbin horrorterror

[Video]

[crackpotcrocker]

GAH! What is that thing?!.. Herald Bonaparthe the II?

No, I haven't. The place I'm in is technological and as much as I, Mr. Crocker like - TECHNOLOGY!

The supernatural is more fascinating, yes and it would appear that each
'distract' of this new world plays by it's own set of physics.

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[keybearer]

Sheesh, that thing's like Ursula's mutated cousin.

[A beat.]

...No offense. I know better than to judge a book by its cover, anyway.

[He takes a few seconds to process the rest of her words. So this thing... came from a dream? Weird, what isn't weird about this world?]

Can't say I've experienced anything like that in Orlea, though. All the twisted imagery I've dreamed up's locked safe inside my head.

[Except he's probably exaggerating, really.]