Strings and whispers of what I forgot are all that hold me together now. "A broken toy." "A broken mind." "A worthless old doll." No longer can the past haunt me. I have been given a final chance. A final chance to fix myself? No. I do not need "fixing" anymore. ... I am no toy. I am no doll. I. AM. MARIPET. AND I WILL SPLIT IT ALL.
//Based off of Spindler's drawing of Maripet in Anathema's character project, this is MARIPET VERSION 3!! //If I do end up making a 4th version, I'll most likely change the face because right now it just feels off for some reason? idk why, but it looks weird to me. I am free from my memories. I cannot be held back by my mind anymore. Anyone who stands in my way will be ripped in two.
