UPDATED: banana is revealed to ate the cat look | down | there | please | idk | why | just | do | it | NOW!!!!!!!!!! | (warning: random references to The Shining for no reason at all) all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy allworkandnoplaymakesJackadullboy a l l w o r k a n d n o p l a y m a k e s j a c k a d u l l b o y ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY ... ...but why, you ask? Because. Because I wanted to do it. actually i asking why all work and no play made jack a dull boy well, somebody explains it here: screenrant.com/shining-movie-all-work-no-play-phrase-jack-character-meaning-origin/ mediocre little story wrote in about 5-10 minutes — but with a plot twist: I never outgrew the "monster under the bed" fear. It stays with me still, even as an adult. I always thought I could hear breathing, and every nightmare I had always involved some kind of monster in my house, killing me at the end. But my mother was always there for me. It got scarier as I got older, and my mother had to comfort me more often. That is, until the night she couldn't. That night, I was almost too scared to move — almost — but mustered up the courage to go up the steps and into my parents' bedroom. I shook my mother lightly, and she rose with a yawn. "Can you hear it breathing, Mama?" "Hear what?" "I don't know, Mama. I just hear breathing." "I'm sure there's nothing down there, Margaret." "Can you come down here, just to make sure?" "Alright." Quietly, me and my mother came down the stairs to my bedroom. My mother, of course, was skeptical. She was about to be proven wrong. We got to my bedroom door, and she opened it silently. I stayed outside, afraid of the dangers within. I heard a growl, then a scream. I opened the door. I found my mother's mangled body, missing all the limbs, and a hole in the wall. About one week or so later, I was talking with my friends at a park, and a mysterious person showed up. "Hello there, do you mind if I talk in private with you?" "Sorry, I'm talking to my friends right now. Plus, I don't even know you!" "You don't know me?" The person proceeded to take off their oversized hoodie, revealing the same monster that attacked my mother. But I noticed something strange about the creature… It looked… familiar! In fact, it looked exactly like Frisk, from Undertale! I saw that my friends looked like Frisk too. I was Frisk. You are Frisk. We are Frisk. Even my mother is Frisk. Everybody embraced their inner Frisk. It's all Frisk. It always has been Frisk. It will always be.
