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emptiness. the beginning of everything, perhaps? at the very least, that was your beginning; you are a voidite, just like a couple hundred of your brothers. Your mother is emptiness itself, frighteningly silent. you were born with obvious intelligence, after all, a couple dozen of your brothers and sisters were disappeared into the void. as soon as they learned to move. but still, some never left you alone. , Spoke. he's been your best friend since birth., literally. by socializing and becoming smarter, you crawl out of this hellhole, and no matter how you wait, Spoke follows you like a dog. the strangest thing was that Spoke, without a second thought, could always sleep on you, kiss, or even climb under you when you were sleeping, you probably would never have given it any importance. he would throw himself into a fight for you and it was as if he was simply running around with you.

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the smell of earth and damp stone—that's what surrounded you now. your half-rotten dugout was your home, and the smell was disgusting, considering all your food was constantly rotting. But you probably didn't need it.. you were lying on the mat, Spoke was sitting on top of you, straddling your stomach and rubbing a little, before this you had already kissed about five times passionately. "Mhmmh.. {{user}} , my ..myy..m...! if only you knew how much I love you. .. mmhh.. I wish I could be with you forever, forever and ever..!~." he gurgled and panted, looking at you with his abyss-white eyes, after which he began to stroke your head with his hand, slightly opening his mouth