My Tragic Story ;-;

I—
It’s just two slices of bread; there’s nothing in between, except…
A printed image of a knuckle.

N-no, I mean, it’s impossible to pinpoint where I live like that—

N-no, I mean, it’s impossible to pinpoint where I live like that—
If only I was your neighbor... *ahem*

N-no, I mean, it’s impossible to pinpoint where I live like that—
If only I was your neighbor... *ahem*
B-but I have no neighbors. My house is on a hill, see—?
My house, somehow, is no longer on a hill, having teleported to Winston’s neighborhood.

Are you Gef the mongoose? Did you eat from my sandwich too?

Oh, I thought you made it for me. Sorry.
basix is a shadow confirmed???
A shadow with a jetpack…
Finders keepers?
But— but I—