His hopes slowly began to dwindle as the paper fluttered down. Realisation suddenly welling up from deep within. Stuck once more in a state he had been too many times to remember over the last over a dozen days he tried to call out as loudly as he could. It didn't help. All he could do was hope that his friend would decide to use his outhouse again and he could once more try to get his attention. Most likely he would be met with many other plot's before then. With nothing to survive on but the large mass around him.

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If anything he could at least count himself lucky that he wasn't among those that probably surrounded him.

(A commission for  Tomson of their oc casually having a dump while their forgotten friend desperately tries to get his attention.

So many healthy meals down there~)

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