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Epithet Erased (Branding Work...) @epitheterased.bsky.social · 17/08/2026

Please enjoy the first #EpithetErased Star Bite, a bite-sized story based on reader-submitted prompts! This week: What Phoenica and Trixie get up to after the ending of "Prison of Plastic". Art by @brokenmercy.bsky.social

PROMPT:

"The Neo Trio walk into a bar to commiserate their troubles in film noir fashion"
- Flammable Zucchini

"What Trixie and Phoenica get up to when Molly's busy"
- VH

An image of Phoenica and Trixie, two twelve year olds, at a candy bar. Phoenica holds up a shot glass full of milk and shouts for another round. Trixie reacts with surprise.

TEXT:

Trixie Roughhouse had been walking around the neighborhood in search of her friend for the better part of an hour. Now they were here, smack dab in the bad part of town.

Trixie lowered their head and mumbled in a scary voice. “Whatever part of town I’m in is the bad part of town.” It paid to practice your intimidation tactics every day. You never know when you might need them. Trixie tilted their face up and down, strategically catching the sunlight at different angles so the shadows fell in an optimally scary way. “Oh? Is this the bad part of town? I hadn’t noticed since I . . . never leave it.” Their bang flipped the wrong way. Take two. “I hadn’t noticed since I’m . . . always here. Because I’m bad.”

Eh. There was something there.

Trixie shrugged and let the shadows fall from their face. They’d mess with one-liners later. They rounded the corner and their destination was in sight: The Juice Joint.

The Joint was a bar run out of an old train car. It was an authentic dining car taken from a real train so space in the venue was small, but that was fine. So was the clientele. The neighborhood kids had transformed it into a PG speakeasy, exchanging drinks and snacks for academic “favors”. More cheat sheets and test answers passed through this place than the teacher’s lounge. The school district knew all about the Joint, but they let it stay in operation. The forward-thinking educators of Sweet Jazz decided that a safe environment to teach kids about bribery and embezzlement (two of the city’s primary exports) was more important than making sure they had every part of their times tables memorized.

The Joint had been proudly serving anyone ages seven to seventeen for years. If you were over six feet tall, you needed an ID to verify your age if you wanted to get in. A badly-drawn cardboard skeleton mascot hanging over the door welcomed customers inside.

Ordinarily Phoenica Fleecity’s little goodie two-shoes wouldn’t be caught walking within five miles of this place, but this had been a rough week. She might be nearby.

Trixie’s suspicions were confirmed when they spotted a bike leaning against a telephone pole: Baby blue with all the fixings: Sparkly streamers, high-quality banana seat, a bell, water bottle holder. Heck, stick a trading card in the spokes and this was about as top-of-the-line as a bike could get. Primo target for stealing.

In fact, it was so good that it was suspicious. The owner hadn’t even locked it up (typical Feenie).

A crowd of adolescent would-be bike thieves were gathered around in a circle, staring at it. Was this a trap? A sting operation? Should one of them risk it?

Trixie cut into the circle of bikestanders (bike bystanders) and lifted up the frame, walking away with it. “A-thank you,” they said, waddling the bike over to the Joint’s bouncer, Brick.

Brick Hamshunkle, who both looked and sounded like his name would imply, held up a rectangular hand and growled as Trixie approached.

“Eyy, c’mon, Roughhouse. We don’t want no trouble.”

Every single one of Trixie’s older siblings had been banned from the Joint during their school days. Broken windows, broken glasses, broken bones. By the time Trixie was old enough to attend, they had been added to the ban list on relation alone as a cautionary measure.

(cont.)

Phoenica Fleecity raised an empty can of bubble water in the air, then flopped down, splaying her lanky arms across the countertop. She had a single-digit number of hairs out of place, which for her was an emotional crisis. Trixie appeared at her side like a one-eyed emotional support whack-a-mole.

“Feenie, what’re ya doin’ here?”

“Hm? . . . Trixie?!” Phoenica jumped. She rubbed her own eyes and fixed her posture, embarrassed to be seen in this condition. “I thought—” She had enough wherewithal to lean down and whisper. “I thought you weren’t allowed?”

“I’m allowed,” they lied. “Why weren’t you answering texts?”

“Oh, my dear!” she flailed. “I’m in a state. Molly’s been absent from school for two whole days now! I don’t know where to deliver her homework. She’s been kidnapped by a miscreant, and I can’t stop thinking about her grades. It’s affecting my composure. I can barely sleep! And I . . . !” Phoenica looked left and right with conspiratorial mania in her eyes. “Can you keep a secret?”

“Ya.”

Phoenica dug one of her many identical cell phones out of her pockets and messily thumbed through her gallery. “We had a pop quiz today. A pop quiz! Ten questions. Math. Easy. And look. Look at this!” She pulled up a photo and shoved it in Trixie’s face. A photo of a test. It was blurry. Her hand was probably shaking when she took it. “I got two of the questions wrong. Two! That’s a ‘B’. Eighty percent! Or at least I think it is. But why should you believe me? The math fraud!” She slammed her fist on the table. “Bartender! No more of this cheap seltzer! I want a glass of milk!”

(cont. in reply. Sorry, these are screenshots of text and Bsky only allows 2000 characters per post which isn't enough (eye roll)

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Brendan Blaber @brendanblaber.bsky.social · 24/07/2026

I'm thinking I might put a full version of an earlier draft up with the editor's note still on them. Might be cool to let people see how much changed each rewrite? I just spent the last few days adding way more Sylvie backstory and splitting one 20-page chapter into two new 15-page chapters.

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Brendan Blaber @brendanblaber.bsky.social · 24/07/2026

This is really becoming The Sylvie Book.

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Agt.BT2 @agtbt2.bsky.social · 22/07/2026

damn I forgot I had this😭

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Agt.BT2 @agtbt2.bsky.social · 12/04/2026

where can a guy get some clemont and naveen merch….sighhhhh

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Agt.BT2 @agtbt2.bsky.social · 30/03/2026

I CAN COMM PEOPLE NOW. LETS FUCKING GO

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charlie @cradleofdarkness.bsky.social · 13/03/2026

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Epithet Erased (Branding Work...) @epitheterased.bsky.social · 16/02/2026

www.patreon.com/posts/150948... The scripts from the #EpithetErased 5-year anniversary are now available for all Patrons, as well as some brand new Trixie portraits for a tiny animation we're doing. My dad sent me 200+ doodles I put in the Kickstarter backer books. Gonna organize/share them soon!

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Velvet @mutiniir.bsky.social · 26/12/2025

lalala~ playing with my ken doll who is a chopped grown ass man #epitheterased

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🦇 Riley says ~Eyahoo~ @pinknwhitebat12.bsky.social · 07/01/2026

You guys like Mr. Puzzles~? 📺💕 You into JelloApocalypse~? 🎮 👀 Come check out Bredan's novel "Epithet Erased: Prison of Plastic" based on his web show, Epithet Erased! #EpithetErased #SMG4 #smg4mrpuzzles #mrpuzzles

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Agt.BT2 @agtbt2.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

I really wonder what kinda of value I bring to the table besides being “good at art” and “funny”

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Agt.BT2 @agtbt2.bsky.social · 14/11/2025

guess I can’t lend anything to ppl what tf do you mean you lost my stylus

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Agt.BT2 @agtbt2.bsky.social · 13/10/2025

if I were ever sent to a mental hospital with no warning i wonder what would be the first sign to my friends

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Agt.BT2 @agtbt2.bsky.social · 04/10/2025

okay some of them have valid concerns abt some prompts but holy fuck why are all of you puritans

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Agt.BT2 @agtbt2.bsky.social · 03/10/2025

I KEEP FORGETTING THIS IS AN ART ACCOUNT WTF AM I SAYING

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Agt.BT2 @agtbt2.bsky.social · 03/10/2025

weird confession but did anyone wish they would have cancer growing up so they could be those make a wish kids and then they beat cancer afterwards

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Agt.BT2 @agtbt2.bsky.social · 25/09/2025

how I feel making a presentation about my ocs while being taking an AP art class in senior year

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Agt.BT2 @agtbt2.bsky.social · 21/09/2025

september is that time where I go back to fixating on a character when I was around 6-8 bc everything sucks

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Agt.BT2 @agtbt2.bsky.social · 16/09/2025

not imagining myself go to college but not like in a “I don’t have any big dreams or ambitions” way but in a “not being able to see myself live past 16“ kind of way which is just the same thing but an extra step

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Agt.BT2 @agtbt2.bsky.social · 12/09/2025

save up money for switch 2 or c2e2 tickets………..