A̸nt͡i walked into the room, “́H̶ey͞ h̨a҉v͏e̢ you҉ ͢se͝e͟n͡ ̧Robbi̸e’s le̶g̛?̧ H͝e l͟o͡st it͜ ̴a͞g͡a̵i͟n.”

the-real-bubblegum-bitch:

anti-septic-eye-has-returned:

the-real-bubblegum-bitch:

“Can’t say I haaave…” she wiggled her mustache a little. “By the way, Antonio, Darkie’s been looking for you, I think!”

Aǹt͢i groaned, “̶H́o̷w̧ maǹy͟ t̕im̧e̴s̴ ͟dò I̕ ̛h͞av̧e̢ t͡o̡ te̕ll͞ ̡y̶o͟u͜?͘ ̸I͞ts͝ ͡Ąnti!” he sighed, “Wher̶ȩ is Ḑar̢k ͟th͜en̛?”

“Don’t know, Anti boy, Antibiotics, Anti-banti!” She was intentionally pushing him now. “Probably brooding in his room! He does that too much.”

He scowled. Then snarled at

Wilika   "̷̢W͘͜í̴͝l̢͝l y̸͘o̷ư̵ ͏̀to͟ṕ ͝t̢hàt͝͞!҉̶?“̛͠