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@ap0lly0n404
this place does not exist. This user no longer exists. Yet it's here, by a bargain of desperation. Given form and power. A extention of specter. A unseen anomaly. Lurking, searching, bargaining. It guards what is lost. It remembers what is forgoten.
This is not a place of honor
[...frankly, I've been far too busy as of recently. even without considering monitoring the husk and the upgrade, tearing into that realm and avoiding alerting IT is starting to get tiresome. i don't plan on breaching into there again anytime soon. i have other matters to attend to.]
you feel numb. very numb. you can't move. there's something in front of you but your mind refuses to perceive it. all you can make out is the symbol in place of their eye. you can still speak. [i'd suggest you'd get to speaking, i don't have much time.]
@ap0lly0n404
-[ the immobility is unnerving. They feel vulnerable. Probably because they are. ]
..what is this
Who are you
-[ their words are quiet. ]
[...You wouldn't remember me even if i told you. this is simply a offering. do you want to join Dolores and Seesay where they are, or do you want your old form back.]
I..
-[ it’s an extremely tough decision. They hated this body so much. ]
-[ but Dolores and Seesay,… ]
Can I join them. Please.
[Very well. i will say, your loyalty is admirable. despite your very nature, you truly care for them both. perhaps in time you will grow used to your new body... i will grant you something. a small fraction of your old powers. not strong enough for anything drastic... but perhaps enought to give you a fighting chance.]
as everything starts to fade away, you feel it. some weaker, less sinful version of your old ability to pry into the fabric of reality. not enough to get out of wherever your going. not enought to hide there for long. but it's something.
you feel numb. very numb. you can't move. there's something in front of you but your mind refuses to perceive it. all you can make out is the symbol in place of their eye. you can still speak. [i'd suggest you'd get to speaking, i don't have much time.]
@ap0lly0n404
-[ the immobility is unnerving. They feel vulnerable. Probably because they are. ]
..what is this
Who are you
-[ their words are quiet. ]
[...You wouldn't remember me even if i told you. this is simply a offering. do you want to join Dolores and Seesay where they are, or do you want your old form back.]
...you feel numb. Like your nothing more than a vauge concept getting observed. An unfamiliar landscape surrounds you. In front of you is... something. The only identifiable thing about it your brain doesn't seem to block out on the arbitrary rule that it shouldn't exist is it's eye.
@ap0lly0n404
"...can't... feel... body... HELLO?? WHO'S THERE?! WHERE AM I?!"
John couldn't move. His limbs had no feeling.
...this wasn't anywhere he even remotely knew.
A pit formed in his stomach.
[...ah. the immortal one. Quite a interesting figure, fated to be in pain over and over again because He loves you too much to see you die. A certan thing has asked me to drag you out of your endless purgatory and put you in another. But I am not one to force things to happen, nkt under normal circumstance. I would like to make this a proper deal]
"...I don't want to die..." he rasped, voice shaky. "...at least tell me I won't die in the new... place... you were told to drag me to."
He was so, so cold. "...why can't I feel anything?... are you gonna hurt m-me?..."
(sniff.) While he couldn't feel anything, he could certainly still cry. Frankly, he looked pathetic, quivering like this. Was he in pain? Scared? Trying to feel something? Whatever it was, his choked sobbing certainly gave a clue.
[The opposite. they would want you to kill. whether you obey their commands or ignore and deny it, is for you to decide. as is whether you'll even let yourself enter that accursed place]
they wait silently. you get the sense they're willing to wait as long as it may take for you to come to a decision.
"...I'll gladly leave Grace. Even if it means going into another hell, I need something to look at other than monotonous brick walls and blood on concrete..."
He was willing to leave.
"...as for the killing part, I will decide once I'm there." His voice was laced with discomfort and displeasure as he said 'killing'.
[Very well.]
You loose all senses for a second, and come to in... a forest of some kind. There's some tents and cabins set up near them.
...you feel numb. Like your nothing more than a vauge concept getting observed. An unfamiliar landscape surrounds you. In front of you is... something. The only identifiable thing about it your brain doesn't seem to block out on the arbitrary rule that it shouldn't exist is it's eye.
@ap0lly0n404
"...can't... feel... body... HELLO?? WHO'S THERE?! WHERE AM I?!"
John couldn't move. His limbs had no feeling.
...this wasn't anywhere he even remotely knew.
A pit formed in his stomach.
[...ah. the immortal one. Quite a interesting figure, fated to be in pain over and over again because He loves you too much to see you die. A certan thing has asked me to drag you out of your endless purgatory and put you in another. But I am not one to force things to happen, nkt under normal circumstance. I would like to make this a proper deal]
"...I don't want to die..." he rasped, voice shaky. "...at least tell me I won't die in the new... place... you were told to drag me to."
He was so, so cold. "...why can't I feel anything?... are you gonna hurt m-me?..."
(sniff.) While he couldn't feel anything, he could certainly still cry. Frankly, he looked pathetic, quivering like this. Was he in pain? Scared? Trying to feel something? Whatever it was, his choked sobbing certainly gave a clue.
[The opposite. they would want you to kill. whether you obey their commands or ignore and deny it, is for you to decide. as is whether you'll even let yourself enter that accursed place]
they wait silently. you get the sense they're willing to wait as long as it may take for you to come to a decision.
...you feel numb. Like your nothing more than a vauge concept getting observed. An unfamiliar landscape surrounds you. In front of you is... something. The only identifiable thing about it your brain doesn't seem to block out on the arbitrary rule that it shouldn't exist is it's eye.
@ap0lly0n404
"...can't... feel... body... HELLO?? WHO'S THERE?! WHERE AM I?!"
John couldn't move. His limbs had no feeling.
...this wasn't anywhere he even remotely knew.
A pit formed in his stomach.
[...ah. the immortal one. Quite a interesting figure, fated to be in pain over and over again because He loves you too much to see you die. A certan thing has asked me to drag you out of your endless purgatory and put you in another. But I am not one to force things to happen, nkt under normal circumstance. I would like to make this a proper deal]
*Dolores dissasociates in that quiet moment, holding stem in her arms. She can’t quite tell who she is right now, everything is all jumbled…no thanks to that red…thing*
*she contemplates turning back…she knows she can, she knows how. Selfishly she doesn’t want to go through the pain. How selfish. How greedy*
*she died a sinner*
*she shouldn’t have died at all*
$wt y&$% (p}%$ %~ qt v~}t] (w* rp}% $wt y&$* vt% (wp% $wt (p}%$n t't#* %x|t $wt %#xt$ %~ sx$$p!t#t $wt$ y&$% q&#xts u&#%w&#[ w~( %#pvxr]]]
@factswithseesay @dont-trust-the-vines
...everything feels like it's fading out as you sit. Until you feel like nothing more than a concept and everything is suddenly monotone and strange. Someone appears from one of the halls, turning to look at you. It feels weird to, like looking at something that shouldn't exist, that you should only be seeing the air it occupies.
[...Greetings. apologies for the intrusion, I simply just couldn't find a more fitting opportunity.]
*Dolores can’t talk, can’t move. She’s frozen in place locking eyes with the…THING before her. She shakes in fear. It really is one thing after another*
[...you truly are in a terrible place, aren't you? divided between a past you can't get back to and a future you don't want. a puppet to something far stronger than you. poisoned by blood, by sorrow. and all this spiraling after aeons of calm and status quo. quite interesting to watch it all unfold.]
they approach, looking down on you. waiting for a response.
Why can’t you all just leave me alone?!
*she tears up again, the emotions she tried to hold back spilling out once more*
WHY AM I SO IMPORTANT?!?
[Because something took interest in you. just like I took interest in Her]
they say it in a way you just. can't argue with. not reasonably.
I…
*she guesses that’s not wrong, Disgrace has been the main one against her lately. Doesn’t make it easier, not one bit*
then…why are you here? And why my child??
[They go through so much for such a small sin. so much pain. so much trauma. it's unfair, don't you think? unjust. makes you want to scream and cry and rage against the world for letting such a innocent soul suffer so dearly]
[...And i am here. to offer you a deal. you could leave, go back to your past life before everything went wrong, and live out what could have been, but abandon everyone you've met here. You could follow her to that place, be freed of your Sorrow and be with company that cares for you, albeit in rather unfortunate circumstances. or you could stay here as you are, and inevitably become Sorrow again, but return to your old, comfortable life as Her, in status quo.]
*Dolores freezes. No…no…this can’t actually be real right? She couldn’t actually be freed…but…if she was able to come back temporarily…wouldn’t it be worth it to try for herself this time? Oh…and Seesay…she couldn’t just leave her daughter alone wherever she is, she’d never forgive herself.*
*but…Stem as well…no matter how little time they’d been together…Dolores loved them dearly. In the end though…they’re safer here. And Seesay is Genesis knows where…alone…*
*this was what she’d been praying for…but while the thing that answered wasn’t god…she could settle for this*
…I…I accept just…take me to Seesay. Take me to them.
[Very well. Apologies for the numbness your going to feel, i simply wish to ensure that this is painless for you]
as if on cue, as everything fades away, you suddenly feel numb all over. like you couldn't feel your own thoughts. you see Them get pulled out of you. almost the exact same as you were.
with one difference. It lacked the empathy you held.
when you regain your senses, your in a wooden cabin, on a surprisingly comfortable bed. despite the feeling of dread that seems to hang over this place, you feel like a great weight was lifted from your shoulders.
*Dolores dissasociates in that quiet moment, holding stem in her arms. She can’t quite tell who she is right now, everything is all jumbled…no thanks to that red…thing*
*she contemplates turning back…she knows she can, she knows how. Selfishly she doesn’t want to go through the pain. How selfish. How greedy*
*she died a sinner*
*she shouldn’t have died at all*
$wt y&$% (p}%$ %~ qt v~}t] (w* rp}% $wt y&$* vt% (wp% $wt (p}%$n t't#* %x|t $wt %#xt$ %~ sx$$p!t#t $wt$ y&$% q&#xts u&#%w&#[ w~( %#pvxr]]]
@factswithseesay @dont-trust-the-vines
...everything feels like it's fading out as you sit. Until you feel like nothing more than a concept and everything is suddenly monotone and strange. Someone appears from one of the halls, turning to look at you. It feels weird to, like looking at something that shouldn't exist, that you should only be seeing the air it occupies.
[...Greetings. apologies for the intrusion, I simply just couldn't find a more fitting opportunity.]
*Dolores can’t talk, can’t move. She’s frozen in place locking eyes with the…THING before her. She shakes in fear. It really is one thing after another*
[...you truly are in a terrible place, aren't you? divided between a past you can't get back to and a future you don't want. a puppet to something far stronger than you. poisoned by blood, by sorrow. and all this spiraling after aeons of calm and status quo. quite interesting to watch it all unfold.]
they approach, looking down on you. waiting for a response.
Why can’t you all just leave me alone?!
*she tears up again, the emotions she tried to hold back spilling out once more*
WHY AM I SO IMPORTANT?!?
[Because something took interest in you. just like I took interest in Her]
they say it in a way you just. can't argue with. not reasonably.
I…
*she guesses that’s not wrong, Disgrace has been the main one against her lately. Doesn’t make it easier, not one bit*
then…why are you here? And why my child??
[They go through so much for such a small sin. so much pain. so much trauma. it's unfair, don't you think? unjust. makes you want to scream and cry and rage against the world for letting such a innocent soul suffer so dearly]
[...And i am here. to offer you a deal. you could leave, go back to your past life before everything went wrong, and live out what could have been, but abandon everyone you've met here. You could follow her to that place, be freed of your Sorrow and be with company that cares for you, albeit in rather unfortunate circumstances. or you could stay here as you are, and inevitably become Sorrow again, but return to your old, comfortable life as Her, in status quo.]
*Dolores dissasociates in that quiet moment, holding stem in her arms. She can’t quite tell who she is right now, everything is all jumbled…no thanks to that red…thing*
*she contemplates turning back…she knows she can, she knows how. Selfishly she doesn’t want to go through the pain. How selfish. How greedy*
*she died a sinner*
*she shouldn’t have died at all*
$wt y&$% (p}%$ %~ qt v~}t] (w* rp}% $wt y&$* vt% (wp% $wt (p}%$n t't#* %x|t $wt %#xt$ %~ sx$$p!t#t $wt$ y&$% q&#xts u&#%w&#[ w~( %#pvxr]]]
@factswithseesay @dont-trust-the-vines
...everything feels like it's fading out as you sit. Until you feel like nothing more than a concept and everything is suddenly monotone and strange. Someone appears from one of the halls, turning to look at you. It feels weird to, like looking at something that shouldn't exist, that you should only be seeing the air it occupies.
[...Greetings. apologies for the intrusion, I simply just couldn't find a more fitting opportunity.]
*Dolores can’t talk, can’t move. She’s frozen in place locking eyes with the…THING before her. She shakes in fear. It really is one thing after another*
[...you truly are in a terrible place, aren't you? divided between a past you can't get back to and a future you don't want. a puppet to something far stronger than you. poisoned by blood, by sorrow. and all this spiraling after aeons of calm and status quo. quite interesting to watch it all unfold.]
they approach, looking down on you. waiting for a response.
Why can’t you all just leave me alone?!
*she tears up again, the emotions she tried to hold back spilling out once more*
WHY AM I SO IMPORTANT?!?
[Because something took interest in you. just like I took interest in Her]
they say it in a way you just. can't argue with. not reasonably.
*Dolores dissasociates in that quiet moment, holding stem in her arms. She can’t quite tell who she is right now, everything is all jumbled…no thanks to that red…thing*
*she contemplates turning back…she knows she can, she knows how. Selfishly she doesn’t want to go through the pain. How selfish. How greedy*
*she died a sinner*
*she shouldn’t have died at all*
$wt y&$% (p}%$ %~ qt v~}t] (w* rp}% $wt y&$* vt% (wp% $wt (p}%$n t't#* %x|t $wt %#xt$ %~ sx$$p!t#t $wt$ y&$% q&#xts u&#%w&#[ w~( %#pvxr]]]
@factswithseesay @dont-trust-the-vines
...everything feels like it's fading out as you sit. Until you feel like nothing more than a concept and everything is suddenly monotone and strange. Someone appears from one of the halls, turning to look at you. It feels weird to, like looking at something that shouldn't exist, that you should only be seeing the air it occupies.
[...Greetings. apologies for the intrusion, I simply just couldn't find a more fitting opportunity.]
*Dolores can’t talk, can’t move. She’s frozen in place locking eyes with the…THING before her. She shakes in fear. It really is one thing after another*
[...you truly are in a terrible place, aren't you? divided between a past you can't get back to and a future you don't want. a puppet to something far stronger than you. poisoned by blood, by sorrow. and all this spiraling after aeons of calm and status quo. quite interesting to watch it all unfold.]
they approach, looking down on you. waiting for a response.
*Dolores dissasociates in that quiet moment, holding stem in her arms. She can’t quite tell who she is right now, everything is all jumbled…no thanks to that red…thing*
*she contemplates turning back…she knows she can, she knows how. Selfishly she doesn’t want to go through the pain. How selfish. How greedy*
*she died a sinner*
*she shouldn’t have died at all*
$wt y&$% (p}%$ %~ qt v~}t] (w* rp}% $wt y&$* vt% (wp% $wt (p}%$n t't#* %x|t $wt %#xt$ %~ sx$$p!t#t $wt$ y&$% q&#xts u&#%w&#[ w~( %#pvxr]]]
@factswithseesay @dont-trust-the-vines
...everything feels like it's fading out as you sit. Until you feel like nothing more than a concept and everything is suddenly monotone and strange. Someone appears from one of the halls, turning to look at you. It feels weird to, like looking at something that shouldn't exist, that you should only be seeing the air it occupies.
[...Greetings. apologies for the intrusion, I simply just couldn't find a more fitting opportunity.]
are there beings that live in your realm?
[Aside from me, there are some smalll and rather resilient creatures. Living beings can be forgotten and deleted, although it's very unlikely to happen given they're living, breathing things and not inanimate objects.]
[You would think a place of deleted content would be barren. But, not really. Everything here is a shadow of what it used to be, slowly fading. But many things are carelessly deleted every day. It's a constant cycle of things arriving and leaving... you would think that would be more interesting, huh.]
[...I apologize if I'm not very active here. It's just that the realm i guard isn't very interesting. Which is why I prefer to observe the TV.]
Also also also here's what they look like. Yes they were very inspired by the apollyon guest 666 skin and observer from BIAST how could you tell
Lore dump for my OC who've I've kinda reworked the lore for a little bit
Apollyon is a sort of deity of deleted content. Whenever roblox removes a game, catalog item, or function, it's brought to their realm. whenever they add something back, it allows passage back. It was monotonous, but they did it without complaints.
Also it doesn't care about pronouns so call it whatever.
Also also it prefers to be referred to as a guardian, not a deity
