(:leaked conversation from future chapters:) "It smells kind of like wet b#lls in here," Oliver sniffed the humid air, holding the torch up higher to examine the cold, wet walls. "Oh really? What do those smell like?" Cookie mused. "It's very distinct, nothing smells quite like it," Oliver replied, stepping over a small puddle of dark brown water. "Well clearly that's not true if that's what it smells like in here," Madeliv teased, bounding over the puddle and marching ahead of Cookie and Oliver. "Who knows, maybe someone in here has w3t b#lls," Oliver shrugged, grinning. "Hate to bust your ego," Cookie began, her voice echoing off the walls of the narrow passageway," but you are the only one of us with b#lls here." " Nuh uh," Oliver protested, stamping his foot," There could be a caveman in here or something!" " Oh I bet there's going to be a caveman down in an exit-less cave in this day and age," Cookie commented with extreme sarcasm.
everyone readin his rn i want YOU!! YES YOU!!to make as many head-cannons as possible and WHO KNOWS??? I MIGHT MAKE SOME OFFICAL~~~! COMMENT THEM SO I CAN SEE THEM!!
