Mark Francis Bow

Fran Bow, Fran Bow, puppet on a string. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔥𝔞𝔲𝔫𝔱 𝔪𝔢, 𝔱𝔞𝔲𝔫𝔱 𝔪𝔢, 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢 𝔞 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤. Because Itward's whispers echo in my mind. ℑ𝔱'𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔢𝔠𝔱 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔢, 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔐𝔯. 𝔐𝔦𝔡𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱.

// then why are you still following me??

Too late, he's already shoving some into Hunter's hands. :D

// You /love/ me 💙

.....sometimes. Does he want some?

Tasty snack :D

Happily holding severed fingers. :D

A shrug. "I dunno, that's just what you say after and I'll do it again."

"And I'll do it again, bap bap!

Cue the boy tilting his head. "Why not? It's only fair."

// Can't believe Hunter actually bit him 😔

Quietly staring at the bite mark on his arm. After a moment, he looks up at the teen. "Can I bite you now?"

A G G R E S S I V L Y S P I N N I N G

"Why-"

"What-"

Quickly shuffling away-

// Why >:(

// Let Mark talk with the cretaures >:(

"I need a second opinion."

"Says who?"