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Thank you, dear reader. For reading all this crud. For reading every cringe text and journal entry that I have posted down below. I lit. have no idea how you ppl found this fic, nor where the views came from (could've sworn that they came out of nowhere). As a multi shipper, yes I'm pretty much aware that the Popee x Eepop ship is hated, not just my PopKeda/Eepopmadek ship. And yes, PopKeda is pedophilia/beastality and I acknowledge that. It's no use trying to justify ships, they are purely fictional. Plus I couldn't help but love them both, no idea why, just liked them. Lol

But if I'm being honest, I've been out of place with the fandom recently. Heck, I haven't been getting along with anyone recently tbh. I still love the show, and deep down my heart feels happy everytime I see PopKeda and Pop x Eepop stuff, but everytime I look at em I'm constantly reminded that I've met ppl/so-called friends in the fandom who made my life much worse than I anticipated it to be. Deep down, I sorely regret it in a long run, tho I don't want to admit it. Just thinking about them makes my head ache, and I want to puke my guts out because of them

So in the meantime, I'm ending this fic right here, also I wanna keep it at least historically accurate coz I still love my history prof. So it's up to u how their story will end. As for me? I just wanted to bonk Popee on the head. Is that too much to ask?

Not sure if I'm gonna post anything submission wise apart from browsing thru PopKeda fics. Need to go back to being active on the DA forums, as promised.

As for those certain ppl whom I know that can read this text down below rn?

Dear Tsu,

哈哈哈~!!

看看我在 Mobile Legends 上的得分-

謝謝, 我的悲傷消失了

我知道你怎麼固定我 ... 但是,

謝謝。我不開心, 但我終于有空了。

Yours Truly,

納撒尼爾 :]

Dear Lori, I hope you liked ur fic request! Maybe you can tell it to ur daughter Miriam one time, but take out the NSFW portions completely ofc- x'P

And Mai- my bad that I wasn't able to make you proud. I figured this'll all be through in case my illness cannot be cured. If this happens, please don't stalk me after I'm gone. ^

"Silence is not forgotten,

and not as easily consumed.

We assume that it is quiet anger, whilst our faulty intuition lingers.

You will be surprised to see

that your circumstances are quite opposite from

what you have expected it to be."

- Noby Sato

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Hi, I'm Noby and this is the last art update before chapter 7 drop! Old arts are now deleted ^

: 1. [Intro bumper, Popee in bed]

2. [Bird's nest scene]

: 1. [Eepop in the flower field]

: 1. [FIXED - Popee's hair, jaw shape, and vest]

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The gif is from 3-gatsu no lion. ^

Okay, so since I don't like the drawings that I made for this fic in the past, Imma just gonna update the drawings I rlly hate instead and leave the ones that I actually like (Lol, there's only like one or two drawings that I like in this fic, as for the rest I wanna currently burn them to the ground). So in the meantime (and just a heads up) there's gonna be major update spam I have for this story. So unless u rlly want to check out the illustrations, you are more than welcome to check them out. If otherwise, then pls ignore the updates. Ty! ^

I have deleted my Amino, didn't unfollow anyone. Going to make a fresh new account instead because I deliberately failed the Popee the Performer fandom by promising art that I rlly didn't put my heart into. I ended up entering the PTP icon contest. Then backed out once I found out that I don't have enough time to finish my entry. LOL

That was good because my entry kinda sucked anyways. I'm not good at drawing regular clown Popee, only scientist Popee sadly. It'll be scrapped on my DA anyways, the effort was 'aight. I'll come back to Amino shortly but prolly would never show my face in the PTP community, never again. That was lazy and shameful of me pfft x'P

Well, at least I got a high score in the Papi's gay lover quiz, I even saved a screenshot because I was legit proud of my stupid accomplishment pbfft-

(Also weird depresso espresso journal entry, feel free to skip)

Dear Virde,

What shall we be

Two ships tossed mercilessly against

the great blue sea?

Would we find our tomorrow or today

or simply be lost in yesterday?

It would be nice if an hour and a day

were to be spent wisely

instead of thinking of what should've been

Not sure where I'll be if

I'm rife with strife and anxiety

It would be nice to die and be forgotten,

at least by doing this no one would get hurt.

I wouldn't mean something to anyone, nor would

anyone would have to throw at us any dirt

for all the pain we have caused them

I consider this a win-win

then we finally shall know what is our worth

By dying, we are taken away from the earth

and finally accepted into our

real home.

Honestly I liked making this poem. Pretty much explains how I feel rn, I did nothing but sleep those last 48 hours. Because Virde, if you actually think I used that spare time to hang out with my friends, then you are sorely mistaken.

But what about college, you may ask? Surely I cannot put that off rn. That's exactly the problem, I'm already ahead on all my classes for 4 weeks and all my school days mostly consist of taking boring ass quizzes and waiting for my classmates to finish up their homework. I hate being slowed down, ppl are so slow with work and its like pulling a bunch of weights across the room. I am so friggin done with this semester already, I want to move on and enjoy my summer. You can technically say that I've already ended my 2nd semester of college x'P

It's weird because having so much free time makes me pissed that I don't even spend it wisely. I mostly end up sleeping or cleaning around the house. While I was on my long walks, it got me thinking. Why wasn't I happy? What happened to the things that previously gave me joy? They just seem so dull and a drag rn. What previously gave me joy in the past no longer came to me.

Then a thought hit me. So basically I realized that I was giving away stuff that I can't provide nor feel like providing. My main reason for doing this shiz was for fun, and being in love with it, but I was constricted by my own lies and thus deceived myself into thinking that I love writing and drawing. I was the liar and the one who was deceived, who legit thought that instant fun online can give me a sense of security. It ended up being pushed forward with things I didn't like doing by pressure, and that's just sad. But I am a man of my word, and I will finish up this fic for Lorraine.

But ooh boy. When you said you were about to commit suicide, but that I stopped you that day from throwing yourself off a cliff, I died a little in the inside. You sorta are a part of me, and if you did kill yourself, I wouldn't even follow you. Instead I'll remain miserable for the rest of my life and shut myself away from special ppl like you in my life until I die.

Because, knowing that, a part of me wanted to die and be forgotten and that thought eventually revealed my deepest desire through you. Your wants were enveloped by it, and it shocked me.

But I shouldn't be surprised.

We are lonely and unwanted outcasts in our society after all, aren't we?

I slept for an entire day after that, the start of the sleep began at 11:00 AM. Before I knew it, I have woken up at 4:25 AM, realizing all the lost time that I carelessly gave away like the smoke rising high with the wind and dissipating within the cruel night air. It was a scary moment this time around because at that very moment I forgot who I was or what I did with my life, all that my mind could think of is, "Who am I? What am I doing here?" My mind is constantly ringing with a friend's name, and her name is Simone-Taylors or something.

I knew she meant something to me in a way. The best thing I could remember about that outgoing & popular black girl from the downtown district is that she had many dreams about being accepted into a prestigious boarding school (which she did and I am proud of her), and before she left for that school, she promised me that she will tell her kids about me that I was the only best friend she ever had.

Here's to a hopeful thought. I rlly hope she remembers me, and that she eventually tells her kids about me. It's better off disappearing knowing that someone has had fond memories of you, and that you didn't hurt them. And that reason alone is comforting and leaves me at peace with myself.

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Hi I'm Noby, here are the current updated pages and whatever you know the rest (glob, nobody's gonna take this chapter seriously now..)

And oh yeah for some reason I just realized that I think Eepop's a cheerful ambivert while Popee is more of a sarcastic introvert. Planning to edit Chapter I's cover while Chapter IV will have one more illustration, but idk I'll still think on it

So, quick journal. I had the weirdest day yesterday. If I can't write this down then I swear I'll go mad or insane if I end up forgetting about it.

So, the day starts out pretty normal. I've just woken up and now I was cleaning up my apartment and then dad (for some reason) knocks on my door and then I answer

It was one of those times Dad felt hecka high, maybe because mom was fighting him again and telling him that marrying him was the worst mistake she's ever made, you know the usual ^

Anyways, he had a beer can half-filled with alcohol and shoved it into my right hand saying I should drink some and then forces himself inside of my apartment. I went to the back of the house and drank a bit of the stuff only to vomit it out because it tasted so terrible. Then I went to the bathroom to clean myself up and brush my teeth only to find out that dad was gone. Kinda felt bad about him leaving without saying anything so I tried to distract myself with some books but couldn't find myself to read them. So, I plug in my earphones to the radio station and it occupied me from my present situation for a while

It turns to 3:00 PM. Mom then drops by my house, in the same pissed off state like dad was and then rants to me about the house cleaning but I wasn't paying attention, idk maybe I was daydreaming again while listening to the music on full volume. All I knew that her voice was annoying and all I wanted to do was shut myself out from the world and escape from it all

She then gets pissed off at me and screams at me, saying I was better off born deaf. It was normal, but this time around, she said many things that hurt me a lot, it was typical of her to do this before to me; so why wasn't I used to it right now? So then I got pissed and mad once she left and I ended up leaving the house. Memories of my walk was blurry, tbf I couldn't remember any of it. All I knew was that I was walking to "somewhere"

I soon found myself in front of a random drug store where the age restrictions when it comes to purchasing are not as harsh (legal age to buy cigs + alcohol is around 22 yrs of age or so @ my state) and then I go inside. I asked for a packet of Marlboro cigarettes from the clerk who got suspicious of me, since I had a young face (I'm like 5'9 ft but I'm lightweight for a guy, only 136 lbs. so yea literal teenage looking shrimp) therefore I had to show her my I.D. to prove my age.

I bought the cigarettes. After some strolling I went to the high hilltop overlooking the highway near my university and took out my lighter, and began to smoke em

The smoke, the smell of nicotine, and the view felt so calming. I know it's a terrible thing for me to do this to myself, since my family has a huge smoking addiction, but that didn't matter. I had my cigarettes, myself, the lighter, the view from up top, and everything felt right with the world for once. I recall smoking 2 cigarettes before my lungs gave out on me and I couldn't stop coughing like a maniac. I was about to go on my 3rd one but I stopped halfway being the desperate try-hard bad boy I am x'P

It made me feel all aight so I went on back to my apartment and mom was there, this time returning from Costco with a whole entire rotisserie chicken along with a box of strawberries and then said she was sorry for calling me a blockhead n such

I was kinda happy for her apology, so I was able to cook some of my mashed potatoes on the stovetop and heat up the gravy and bbq sauce while I was at it, and we were able to share a meal together. It felt so nice! It was like living back in the farm again like the good ol days. Somehow the chicken, potatoes, and the cigarettes made up for all the crud I went throughout the day which was plain weird

Then the day ends. I don't ever wanna forget it nor relive it again, but if I had to I would walk up to dad and tell him that his choice of drink is pretty horrendous. Moral of the story? Yea, a bottle of sake makes me wanna puke. So yea there you have it, first world problems in a nutshell LOL, they're just "there" and then you feel like as if the worst tragedy has happened in ur life. Then 5 mins. later you forget abt it. Like srsly, what. A. Mood. :v

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Hey, this is Noby :] Leaving this here to update parts of the fic! Illustrations are now posted up if you are interested in seeing them :0

For Chapter III - Drifting into Danger:

(And yes, making Onomadek larger in size is intentional. Because, spoiler! Kedamono's actually more like Popee's pet dog later on in the story while Ono's part of the larger dire wolf species supposedly)

For Chapter IV - Recovery:

As for a more personal update for those who happen to scroll down this far. Idk, have you ever wanted to be with someone so bad but you're already aware that they're happy without you? That's happening to me with my 31-yr old history professor who's already married.. I adore him so much, I'm absolutely jealous of his wife for getting with such a great guy honestly. It's so strange for me to think these bad things when I'm not supposed to.