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Dsmp: Shimeji

You panic. You drag Techno over to Dream. They stare. Techno unsheathes a needle-sized sword. Dream vanishes.

. He leans against the corner of your screen, arms crossed. He doesn't move much. Occasionally, he'll pick up a random file and whisper, "These orphans... deleted." Then he tosses it into the Recycle Bin.

You minimize a window. Another Shimeji appears.

You try to close a Discord notification. A third one spawns.

[Yes] — [No] — [L'Manberg Independence]

"let me out, big man."

But it's too late. The Shimeji have learned to replicate.

thump thump.

You close your laptop. You hear tiny knocks from inside.

Your mouse moves on its own.

It's . He lands on his feet, punches the air, and a speech bubble pops up: "BITCH! This is MY computer now!" He starts running back and forth along your taskbar, kicking icons. Every time you open a new tab, he sprints over and screams "CLICKBAIT!" before throwing himself off the edge of the screen, only to rappel back up on a tiny rope made of friendship bracelets.

. He sits on your cursor, refusing to let you click anything. A little text bubble hovers: "It was never a game." He grabs Tommy mid-run and drags him off-screen. Two seconds later, Tommy respawns, but now he's wearing a tiny green bandana and speaks in lowercase.

"help me"

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You panic. You drag Techno over to Dream. They stare. Techno unsheathes a needle-sized sword. Dream vanishes.

. He leans against the corner of your screen, arms crossed. He doesn't move much. Occasionally, he'll pick up a random file and whisper, "These orphans... deleted." Then he tosses it into the Recycle Bin.

You minimize a window. Another Shimeji appears.

You try to close a Discord notification. A third one spawns. shimeji dsmp

[Yes] — [No] — [L'Manberg Independence]

"let me out, big man."

But it's too late. The Shimeji have learned to replicate. You panic

thump thump.

You close your laptop. You hear tiny knocks from inside.

Your mouse moves on its own.

It's . He lands on his feet, punches the air, and a speech bubble pops up: "BITCH! This is MY computer now!" He starts running back and forth along your taskbar, kicking icons. Every time you open a new tab, he sprints over and screams "CLICKBAIT!" before throwing himself off the edge of the screen, only to rappel back up on a tiny rope made of friendship bracelets.

. He sits on your cursor, refusing to let you click anything. A little text bubble hovers: "It was never a game." He grabs Tommy mid-run and drags him off-screen. Two seconds later, Tommy respawns, but now he's wearing a tiny green bandana and speaks in lowercase.

"help me"