So I wrote a new fanfiction.

You know what that means.

Here's Lunar Debris, the angsty Charlie the Unicorn oneshot I just published, put through 20 different languages in Google Translate.

(Also please read the original as well I put far more work into it than I did with this)

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Without the sound of the moon, the night sky is colder and calmer.

The blue rose said nothing. It was a special opportunity for both sides. She looked at Charlie and saw that his eyes were dark purple. They don't care if their plan fails. But for the first time it was great on the field, especially in the spirit of Charles.

Charlie said nothing. He was stupid. He is constantly trying to wash away his guilt. Focus on the best, see the moon and relax anyway.

It was completely destroyed by a blue-pink bomb. Smoke came from the valley and the valley, and the sky darkened as never before.

Charlie is right.

Over time, her mood began to decline until she could move her stomach.

Charlie usually doesn't talk about his friends. Well done? They tried to kill him and destroyed the whole bear.

For some reason, he realized he couldn't say anything right now. These words went through his head without a single clear word. However, he did not comment. I can not.

She looked at him with a blue smile. "Let's go together, maybe a week," they muttered louder than usual. "Yeah, we're all home," Rose added, throwing in two more rhinoceroses. "Goodbye, Charlie, 'she's dead,' Blake yelled anxiously, and everyone was gone.

The fish threw itself into a pool of blood in the grass and tried to recover after landing on the moon. He may have suffered severe burns and burns. (So ​​I guess Charlie's sharp head was surprised the starfish isn't dead, that's all).

The star of "My Love" frowned and cried tiredly. 'Is everything alright? Am I mad at you?' Charlie ran away for a moment and shook his head. The fish were clearly calm. He replied. "It's a relief." "Sorry... it's dangerous, I'm very sorry," he said, finally raising his leg to continue. Charlie's eye is on the right. There was silence between them until Starfish spoke again. "Do you want me to stay a little longer, or do I want to go?"

Charlie meets a man who won't hurt him until he agrees. But now they need more space than anything.

"...I need to be alone," he muttered softly in the distance. The stars trembled with consciousness. - You just need a wheelchair. "I'm glad you're doing well," said Unicorn. Then he calmed down and left. Transfer, call.

Charlie stopped. They really like it. It hurts. The brain moves. He thought his lungs had stopped functioning. You can't move. Just think and do.

... She really thought she would see him in the future, didn't she? His belongings and limbs have been stolen, so his growth is normal. For some reason he thought he couldn't. It looks like a bag enclosed with a drawstring. They were strange and evil, but somehow they didn't think they would kill him.

Listen, Charlie, right? He only said it a billion times. It may sound like a joke, but it's not a lie. They are his friends. They were mocked, vilified and vilified, but then they became friends.

He only has real friends in life. Anger and childhood friendships led her to experience nonsense and nonsense. won't help his friends

Charlie Dedent. He always knew. But then he became a prisoner of false hope. Maybe that's the only hope for something.

Finally there is one.

He has no friends. No problem. You don't have to think otherwise.

It's just stupid.

Your complaints are exhaustive.

"... nonsense"

He pulled out his tongue and cut into his chest. Everything is strong and silent at the same time.

He did the same.

"get started"

From the inside it looks like bruises.

His words mingled with sadness and anger.

He ate all the ideas. That's all I can say.

He did the same.

"get started"

On the other hand.

"get started"

On the other hand.

"get started"

His eyes widened. Her body was shaking.

He felt like he was being abused every second.

He did the same.

"Come!"

I never tried to say it.

It all worked out when it exploded inside.

"Taya, idiot, idiot, idiot, YES D I O T."

He knocked her down with his heel and patted the grass.

He didn't understand the language, he stopped and started screaming.

She wept in pain, anger and grief. He heard screams all over the forest. He cleared his throat concerned.

Then there was silence.

His breathing was fast and strong. Pain as before.

He fell to the ground and broke his leg and abdomen. As if nothing had happened.

Then he came in, said nothing, and cried a little.

Charlie cried a little. In fact, he was in excruciating pain. But suddenly he didn't stop.

you sigh. Not as loud as previous calls. There was no one around, but they seemed to want to calm down. This could be a research solution.

He slept for a moment, still staring at the wet grass and the ground.

Finally, after encountering an impossible problem, he rested for half an hour and was very tired.

†

Charlie woke up after several hours of emptiness. Tears welled up in his eyes and he swallowed his last breath. I sat in a chair for a minute or two and then stood up with a sigh. He is technically homeless, but he feels safe and can return to where he was.

I don't want to walk. He was not sleeping, it was dark outside. Basically, I'm going to continue with what's been going on for a while.

He looked up at the sky again. The rest of the moon did not shine and the sky cleared. It was so dark that they could only be seen from a distance. Now you can see that you don't want to think blue or pink.

But having it is always out of reach for the average person. Let's hope it doesn't happen soon, but if the blue word is right, best to hear it in a week.

Charlie couldn't stop.