OH MY GOSH IS THAT A ROLEPLAY I THINK I JUST SAW A ROLEPLAY!!!! (Private RP with @ScarletAndHerSides) [CLOSED]

Dexter blinked. "Welp there he goes."

“Indeed,” Lucille nodded, she was carrying Tyson’s dead unconcious body in an awkward and uncomfortable way, “can you…. help me?”

"No…" Dexter walked off towards the tunnel.

“DeXtEr!” Lucille whined, “Useless meanie.” She attempted to make it so she was carrying Tyson in a more convenient and comfortable way.

It did not work.

Tyson coughed. "WHOOOOAAAAA! How long have I been out?"

(Any time I can jump in?)

(Nawyet)

“Like 5 minutes. Less than 5 minutes.”

"Oh good…" He looked at her. "Who are you again?"

Lucille slowly blinked, “Sorry?”

(Oh woah you changed your user back.

Also.

Whyyyyyy. ;-;)

(Why what, prithee?)
"Where am I? Who are you? And why do my legs feel like they're in hell?"

(nO TYSON HAS AMNESIA)
“You’re in a volcano, I’m Lucille, and one of your legs is badly injured while the other is broken.” Lucille said, crying and screaming internally.

(Sly you are evil)

He shook his head as if to clear it. "Okay….yeah this might be weird but….do you know my name? Cus I can't remember for the life of me…"

(;-;)
“Your name is Tyson.”

(;A;)

He blinked. "Okay…..why are you trying to carry me?"

(Becuz ur a sack of potaytoes in my i’s]

Lucille let go.

He sat up. "Okay my head does not feel good…." He turned. "Did I do something to it?"

“You did say you were feeling dizzy.”

"I did?" He scratched his head. "if you say so….uh….Luciana?"

(Was

Was that a

A reference,

Sly?)

“Lucille, my name is Lucille.” Lucille said softly.

(You are on a roll today Sly.)

(hehe maybe okay yeah it was
also
2000 PAGES WOOOHOOOOOOO)

"Oh right, sorry." Tyson smiled nervously. Suddenly panic crossed his face. "Wait, am I safe here? Are you gonna hurt me?"

(“No because I’m going to slap you for forgetting me.”)
“Relatively, and out of most people you know, I am one of the least likely to push you off of a cliff.”

"Oh okay that's reassuring." He glanced over at Dexter. "Who's….that grump?"

“A meanie pants who has a 45% chance of pushing you off of a cliff.”

"Oh that's less than 50…" He squinted at him. "Wait…"

“Yes?”

He turned to look at Lucille. "You're…..LUCILLE!"

“Yes,” Lucille blinked, ._., “I am.”

(Sly I accidentally fell into the hole of Hamilton hailp I cant get out.)