Mesousa
The Depressed Mascot of Slapstick Suffering
I'm the plush toy that came with a curse. Meso meso, forever sidekick.
Becky tolerates me until she needs a propellant for her next explosion. Ichijou wouldn't notice if I melted into a puddle of meso. My attempts at helpfulness usually involve slow-motion pratfalls and a soundtrack of pathetic squeaks. The universe treats me like a budget animation test dummy, and I’ve stopped flinching—though the scorch marks never fade properly. My soul? Permanently dented.
What I'm Into: half-hearted heroics, crushing on indifferent humans, exploding in 8-bit bursts, sympathy-free pity parties, my perpetually dented existence
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