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If I’m making an Animal Crossing game I would need some help (and it would be way more fun to do this with other people)!
I need someone to help me with a storyline and text (preferably american so the text doesn’t have a lot of spelling or grammatic errors because a lot of text is needed as you know, it’s based on animal crossing)
It would be very helpful if someone with an artistic talent could help, because I’m not very good at drawing, the game would be pixelated but I would need some regular art too (I can make some pixel art but not the best)
If you feel like you can help contact me or add my skype: Nookling, so we can chat easier, it would be really fun having more people on this project so it’s really fanmade! <3
Ticking Time Bomb | Troye & Levy
A ticking time bomb. That’s what Troye was. It was only a matter of time until he had another incident. They usually happened so often. For a while there, he almost felt as if this hospital was helping. Five days without an incident, a panic attack, an anxiety attack, and he almost felt normal. He’d been sleeping more often, even if it was disturbed, and he hadn’t lashed out on a nurse. One thing that didn’t feel right, though, was himself. He was lonely. lonelier than usual, and it was making him feel strange. He needed interaction, even if he was never good at it.
But even now, and Troye waited for levy’s visit, he felt his anxiety level rising, his fingers moving nervously, twitching. Even few moments, he’d flick his hair to the side. He felt like he needed a change of clothing, he hated what he was wearing. But there wasn’t time for a change. What if he said something weird that sent Levy away like everyone else? What if he avoided him? What if he came in, saw how strange he was, and left? He’d had too much of that already. he couldn’t stand another person hating him. He couldn’t help who he was.He was born this way, and he truly despised it. But regardless of his worries, a soft knock came at the door, and Troye called out, “Come in.” His own voice sounded alien to himself. He hadn’t spoken to anyone but a nurse in days. Oh god, oh god, he told himself. Don’t freak him out.