Fatestuck- Act 1

[Optomnist]

An (Armless?) young man stands in his bedroom. Today is April thirteenth, 2012, on a Friday which happens to be COMPLETELY IRRELIVANT. The quiet of the house aside from a whining downstairs is strangely unsettling. This boy has already obtained a name but he may allow a proper re-naming

Enter Name



It appears he dislikes it...
Try again?

[Optomnist]

I will accept commands depending on what I feel like doing... because I'm cool like that.
And yes... before you ask, This all ONE HUGE BARRAGE of self insertions.

[PersonPerson]

Names are unimportant.
Hide in the laundry basket.

[Optomnist]

Names are unimportant.
Hide in the laundry basket.

He doesn't comprehend this thought... He doesn't fit in the LAUNDRY HAMPER... and he's pretty sure he would like a name.
He is so confused his QUESTION MARKS have flipped... this happens often. It also seems he has degraded into a CRAPPY SKETCH just like the backgrounds... this bodes ill indeed.