play with her. give her water. put her to bed. FEED HER. do not let her starve- she cant handle hunger and will take it into her own hands, which wont always be soft and noodely. she is a noodle orange willow hybrid, yes she has hands, yes she has feet, but the orfinal drawing had no such thing. to feed her press the orange and click on her, stop her from becoming hangry or anything beyond. once she has made up her mind she cannot be stopped. food was running low, and you didnt care enough for your ornoodle willow to feed her your food. yiu could tell by the way she walked past you and even in her sleep she bit the air. one fuzzy night your heard rustling. "...willow? is that you...? ill feed you soon..." you mumble. "FOOD FOOD FOOD." barks the voice you once thought was a soft pet. you looked up to see a deformed creature, with long clawed fingers and sharp peircing teeth, that barely resembled... it could'nt be... willow? In your final momments, you wished you had'nt been so selfish and fed her food... because maybe, you would've lived to see another day. another day.
credits to one of my bestfriends, willow, for allowing me to create this beautiful artwork.
