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he/him // alt blog // empty for a reason

[angels-serenity]

angel // corey

he/him // 18

tmasc genderqueer queer // not rlly active

[hlvrvredux]

cant believe you fucked the timeline for mcdonalds. which was our fault but you caved to peer pressure soooooo

Admin P: Ha ha- oh, F, you did what...?

Admin F: Look, it's not MY fault the GPS sent us to City 17!

Admin C: Heh- I guess that's another timeline we've meddled in onto the list, huh...?

[The Admins share a good laugh!]

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man. what a cool guy

[Now that the duty of the Drive Thru Tube is over, it retracts back into the garage. F grabs the bag, heading back onto the first floor.]

Player: That was fun!

Gordon B: Oh- hey! Welcome back! Hold on, F, I'll help you divvy up everything-

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Cover story? Uh.... secret mission? The food is needed to save the world?

Admin F: Yes. And that.

Admin F: The future of the universe rests in this McDonald's order.

Barney: ...Y'know, I don't buy even a LICK of that, right?

Barney: But hey. You paid for it. Take your food. Boy, Alyx is gonna love hearin' about this...

[F is handed his order, and quickly puts the pedal to the metal.]

Player: Bye, McDonald's guy! Good luck with the Combine thing!-

[ZOOM! They're gone.]

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amab. all mcdonalds are breen's

[Admin F sighs for a really long time, before cranking the reverse and very very slowly backing into the parking lot. The guy behind them is really mad. He's thrown 2 or 3 empty cans of water at the ship.]

Barney: KLEINER! What the hell's goin' on here? What's with the getup? And the ship? And- how'd you find GORDON?!

Player: Hi! You know Gordon-?

Admin F: I'm not Kleiner. I'm not... your Kleiner. I'm from... the future. The distant future. For the... timeline to mend itself, I'm telling you now... You need to look out. The arrival of the One Free Man is imminent. He's coming to SAVE humanity.

Barney: ...And you're tellin' me this in the McDonald's drive-thru becaaause...?

Admin F: Because we're hungry. Duh.

[ricospriteart]

[hlvrvredux]

Hey kittle you called a guy Marty McFlop and it was good.

Kittle: Yeah. I was still in there somewhere. Always stay vulgar. Always be a bastard.

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Hey kittle you called a guy Marty McFlop and it was good.

Kittle: Yeah. I was still in there somewhere. Always stay vulgar. Always be a bastard.

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Swap! Swap!! Did it work? Are you back with us??

Swap: What the hell-? Whasgoingon-?

Gordon B: NO TIME! GRAB KITTLE!

[Swap nods, restraining the other infected guy, and- ANOTHER PUNCH!!]

[...I think you get the gist.]

Kittle: ...Jesus H. Christmas, why the FUCK did I take that LETTER?!

[hlvrvredux]

quick! gordon! use this distraction to punch a bitch!

INSTINCT PUNCH!!!!!

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Yeah I think that maybe could have gone better

Admin C: GORDON-!!

[C's collapsed off his chair, trying desperately to reach out for him, for the people that took him away again-]

Swap: The- uh- quiet, you-!

[Without their leader to give them cues, Swap's looking a little lost.]

[hlvrvredux]

quick! gordon! use this distraction to punch a bitch!

INSTINCT PUNCH!!!!!

[hlvrvredux]

oh you son of a bitch doc

Doc: ...I did my part, G-Man.

Doc: Now you do yours.

[She steps over the discarded ropes, going to join the government man's prizes near the airlock.]

[Doc looks back at the Admins one last time- no goggles to hide the full force of her rage.]

Doc: Take me to my family.

[With a snap of Boss' fingers- the three of them disappear.]

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and the spotlight finally falls on our REAL letter carrier... ~🪼

The Boss: i must say, i'm impressed. you played your role almost as well as i would have.

The Boss: i'd say it's high time you dropped the charade, though. come and claim... your sweet reward.

[With a single movement of a finger, the traitor's ropes snap, too.]

[He takes his goggles off, standing up to stare down the lifeless husk formerly known as The Boss.]

Doc: Please. It brought me no joy. I did what I had to do.

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uh-oh. uh-oh. uh-oh.

Admin C: Benrey... No, no no no-

The Boss: and here i thought you'd be happy to see me, thomas.

[hlvrvredux]

benrey when this is all over we're putting you in therapy. bee, you too. actually like everyone on this ship deserves therapy but this aint about them

Gordon B: Yeah! I would like some actual therapy! For now, though- I think we've got an impostor to show who's boss.

[Gordon B steps forward, reaching out a hand- and there's no barrier.]

Gordon B: ...Hell yeah.

Benrey: ...out we go.

[melodromacy]

me when im starting to get an inkling of thought that the old server was at least to some degree behind the franklin shit and the hate art bc of all the shit i shared there in specific but i cant prove it

[angels-serenity]

no. no that server was not behind the franklin stuff and the hate art.

no we were not.

do you also forget that you tend to be pretty open on sites like tumblr about things that upset you greatly? and on twitter too, last time i bothered to check.

you cannot prove it because it isn't provable. because it isn't the truth.

we were a bunch of teenagers, most of which you were half a decade+ older than, who were focusing more on trying to pass our classes and not to kill ourselves. rather than be these evil villains who only want to hurt you and harm you and are secretly satan in a bunch of tiny disguises!!!

because we're not. you, a man in his twenties, are grasping at straws to try to villainize a bunch of teenagers, the eldest of which you are ~5 years older than.

and, also, why would we harass a mentally ill man on the internet, when we are all also mentally ill? it would be the equivalent to shooting ourselves in the foot.

quit pulling shit out of your ass and quit painting yourself as the damsel in distress while we're just a bunch of mangy mutts biting at you because we're oh so evil. we're not. we just no longer wanted to be around a 23 year old man who relied on a 17 year old as an emotional crutch, along with trying to bully out and straight up stalked a teenager (who has had issues with stalking in the past, btw!) over coping jokes. and over a video game's name. when there were precautions put into place to help the both of you be comfortable. we decided we no longer wanted to have a man who defended a (fictional, although that doesnt discredit it) rapist. we decided we no longer wanted the person in our lives who came into our house, and told and bitched at us for how to arrange our furniture. we decided we didn't want the man who made us fear even having the slightest accomplishment or the slightest disagreement or even the slightest bit of pushback. we decided we didn't want the adult in our life who expected a bunch of teenagers to flounder at his feet and do everything he says.

but sure, we're the villains in your hero story. sure.

this was sitting in my drafts for a while. felt timely to publish.