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Maybe I’ll try to post my poems here..
..
Thank you for checking me out.
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@apoetsgrave
.. Hello.
Broadcaster advised me to get this, so I could speak with the others easier.
Maybe I’ll try to post my poems here..
..
Thank you for checking me out.
Your rlly hot
Leave.
[ There’s a slow tearing sound, where The Broadcaster is currently located. ]
Ah—
Oh— What the fuck..
.. That isn’t—
[ The Poet forces the tear larger, and partially steps through, looking over at Broadcaster. They put their hand out for The Broadcaster to take. ]
.. We need to go.
P-Poet—?!
What’re you..
[ The Broadcaster looks at The Poet’s hand, nervous; and clearly not wanting to take it. ]
How did you get here..?-
[ The Poet looks a bit frustrated. Uncanny, for someone who rarely showed emotion to the others. ]
I got some help.. okay? .. From.. Cheshire. .
But we need to go. I don’t know how long this tear will last.. I didn’t ask them.
.. Cheshire—? You mean..
N-No, Poet.. I.. I don’t want to go. Please.
He’ll kill me.
.. Yes. Them.
.. We need to go, Broadcaster. I can’t entertain your ideas of staying right now.
.. They’ve made sure he doesn’t know. And if he find out, he won’t do anything, okay?
.. Poet, please.
I can’t go back there.
Don’t beg at me, Annette.
.. We both don’t have a choice here, and there’s limited time. I can’t — don’t bombard me with those sentences, okay?
We need to leave.
.. C..
Can I.. a-at least say goodbye?
.. There’s no time, Broadcaster.
.. Please, let’s just go home.
[ The Broadcaster looks defeated. They hesitantly grab The Poet’s hand, leaving something from their suit behind as they do. ]
.. Good choice.
We’ll talk about this more later.
[ The Poet pulls The Broadcaster through, and the back of the tear, presumably a portal, closes — leaving a small gash. where it once was. ]
[ There’s a slow tearing sound, where The Broadcaster is currently located. ]
Ah—
Oh— What the fuck..
.. That isn’t—
[ The Poet forces the tear larger, and partially steps through, looking over at Broadcaster. They put their hand out for The Broadcaster to take. ]
.. We need to go.
P-Poet—?!
What’re you..
[ The Broadcaster looks at The Poet’s hand, nervous; and clearly not wanting to take it. ]
How did you get here..?-
[ The Poet looks a bit frustrated. Uncanny, for someone who rarely showed emotion to the others. ]
I got some help.. okay? .. From.. Cheshire. .
But we need to go. I don’t know how long this tear will last.. I didn’t ask them.
.. Cheshire—? You mean..
N-No, Poet.. I.. I don’t want to go. Please.
He’ll kill me.
.. Yes. Them.
.. We need to go, Broadcaster. I can’t entertain your ideas of staying right now.
.. They’ve made sure he doesn’t know. And if he find out, he won’t do anything, okay?
.. Poet, please.
I can’t go back there.
Don’t beg at me, Annette.
.. We both don’t have a choice here, and there’s limited time. I can’t — don’t bombard me with those sentences, okay?
We need to leave.
.. C..
Can I.. a-at least say goodbye?
.. There’s no time, Broadcaster.
.. Please, let’s just go home.
[ There’s a slow tearing sound, where The Broadcaster is currently located. ]
Ah—
Oh— What the fuck..
.. That isn’t—
[ The Poet forces the tear larger, and partially steps through, looking over at Broadcaster. They put their hand out for The Broadcaster to take. ]
.. We need to go.
P-Poet—?!
What’re you..
[ The Broadcaster looks at The Poet’s hand, nervous; and clearly not wanting to take it. ]
How did you get here..?-
[ The Poet looks a bit frustrated. Uncanny, for someone who rarely showed emotion to the others. ]
I got some help.. okay? .. From.. Cheshire. .
But we need to go. I don’t know how long this tear will last.. I didn’t ask them.
.. Cheshire—? You mean..
N-No, Poet.. I.. I don’t want to go. Please.
He’ll kill me.
.. Yes. Them.
.. We need to go, Broadcaster. I can’t entertain your ideas of staying right now.
.. They’ve made sure he doesn’t know. And if he find out, he won’t do anything, okay?
.. Poet, please.
I can’t go back there.
Don’t beg at me, Annette.
.. We both don’t have a choice here, and there’s limited time. I can’t — don’t bombard me with those sentences, okay?
We need to leave.
[ There’s a slow tearing sound, where The Broadcaster is currently located. ]
Ah—
Oh— What the fuck..
.. That isn’t—
[ The Poet forces the tear larger, and partially steps through, looking over at Broadcaster. They put their hand out for The Broadcaster to take. ]
.. We need to go.
P-Poet—?!
What’re you..
[ The Broadcaster looks at The Poet’s hand, nervous; and clearly not wanting to take it. ]
How did you get here..?-
[ The Poet looks a bit frustrated. Uncanny, for someone who rarely showed emotion to the others. ]
I got some help.. okay? .. From.. Cheshire. .
But we need to go. I don’t know how long this tear will last.. I didn’t ask them.
.. Cheshire—? You mean..
N-No, Poet.. I.. I don’t want to go. Please.
He’ll kill me.
.. Yes. Them.
.. We need to go, Broadcaster. I can’t entertain your ideas of staying right now.
.. They’ve made sure he doesn’t know. And if he find out, he won’t do anything, okay?
[ There’s a slow tearing sound, where The Broadcaster is currently located. ]
Ah—
Oh— What the fuck..
.. That isn’t—
[ The Poet forces the tear larger, and partially steps through, looking over at Broadcaster. They put their hand out for The Broadcaster to take. ]
.. We need to go.
P-Poet—?!
What’re you..
[ The Broadcaster looks at The Poet’s hand, nervous; and clearly not wanting to take it. ]
How did you get here..?-
[ The Poet looks a bit frustrated. Uncanny, for someone who rarely showed emotion to the others. ]
I got some help.. okay? .. From.. Cheshire. .
But we need to go. I don’t know how long this tear will last.. I didn’t ask them.
[ There’s a slow tearing sound, where The Broadcaster is currently located. ]
Ah—
Oh— What the fuck..
.. That isn’t—
[ The Poet forces the tear larger, and partially steps through, looking over at Broadcaster. They put their hand out for The Broadcaster to take. ]
.. We need to go.
[ There’s a slow tearing sound, where The Broadcaster is currently located. ]
Poet.
What. Is. This.
?
OH—!
Puppetmaster! Uhm.. What do you mean..?
You have been spying on me.
Explain yourself. Now.
I-I haven’t— been spying on you.. I’ve just been.. looking.. at your stuff..
I'll give you one chance to admit the truth. Why have you been "looking at my stuff"?
I am being truthful.. I just.. wanted to see what you were up too, is all..
It's never that simple with you.
I will have you know I am taking this as a serious matter, and I will report my findings to Sentry.
Nonono— Please—
I-It’s just that! I promise.. I-I’d never.. lie to you with malicious intent..
I just.. want to see.. what you’re doing when I’m not around.. That’s it..
That's not answering my question. Why.
Considering we aren't friends, or even on good terms, I really doubt it was simply because you wanted to "check up" on me.
You better tell me what's really going on now. Or else.
I-I.. U-Um..
I-I just.. l-lov— like being around you— and I know that’s— not.. allowed but I.. Uh..
I-I just want to.. b-be around.. you.. more— And I figured.. i-if I checked your account more t-then I-I’d know.. w-what you’d be doing and..
I-I’m sorry, I won’t do it again..
...
...
...Fine. Dismissed.
..
.
R-Right.. Yes.. M-My apologies.
Thank you..
Poet.
What. Is. This.
?
OH—!
Puppetmaster! Uhm.. What do you mean..?
You have been spying on me.
Explain yourself. Now.
I-I haven’t— been spying on you.. I’ve just been.. looking.. at your stuff..
I'll give you one chance to admit the truth. Why have you been "looking at my stuff"?
I am being truthful.. I just.. wanted to see what you were up too, is all..
It's never that simple with you.
I will have you know I am taking this as a serious matter, and I will report my findings to Sentry.
Nonono— Please—
I-It’s just that! I promise.. I-I’d never.. lie to you with malicious intent..
I just.. want to see.. what you’re doing when I’m not around.. That’s it..
That's not answering my question. Why.
Considering we aren't friends, or even on good terms, I really doubt it was simply because you wanted to "check up" on me.
You better tell me what's really going on now. Or else.
I-I.. U-Um..
I-I just.. l-lov— like being around you— and I know that’s— not.. allowed but I.. Uh..
I-I just want to.. b-be around.. you.. more— And I figured.. i-if I checked your account more t-then I-I’d know.. w-what you’d be doing and..
I-I’m sorry, I won’t do it again..
Poet.
What. Is. This.
?
OH—!
Puppetmaster! Uhm.. What do you mean..?
You have been spying on me.
Explain yourself. Now.
I-I haven’t— been spying on you.. I’ve just been.. looking.. at your stuff..
I'll give you one chance to admit the truth. Why have you been "looking at my stuff"?
I am being truthful.. I just.. wanted to see what you were up too, is all..
It's never that simple with you.
I will have you know I am taking this as a serious matter, and I will report my findings to Sentry.
Nonono— Please—
I-It’s just that! I promise.. I-I’d never.. lie to you with malicious intent..
I just.. want to see.. what you’re doing when I’m not around.. That’s it..
Poet.
What. Is. This.
?
OH—!
Puppetmaster! Uhm.. What do you mean..?
You have been spying on me.
Explain yourself. Now.
I-I haven’t— been spying on you.. I’ve just been.. looking.. at your stuff..
I'll give you one chance to admit the truth. Why have you been "looking at my stuff"?
I am being truthful.. I just.. wanted to see what you were up too, is all..
Poet.
What. Is. This.
?
OH—!
Puppetmaster! Uhm.. What do you mean..?
You have been spying on me.
Explain yourself. Now.
I-I haven’t— been spying on you.. I’ve just been.. looking.. at your stuff..
Poet.
What. Is. This.
?
OH—!
Puppetmaster! Uhm.. What do you mean..?
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“ your notebooks. “
poet puts their hand out.
█████ smugly looks back, their hands across the cover page.
“ no. “
“ █████, he ordered— “
“ i know what he ordered. “
they say, making a face. poet can’t see their eyes and feels irritated. they can tell.
“ well, can you at least tell me what you’ve been observing? “
poet asks, with clear impatience in their voice.
█████ smiles.
“ i’ve got a fun tale for you. “
poet looked unsure. █████ looked very sure.
“ remember ol’ echo? “
What’s happening with Broadcaster?
…
They’re fine. I don’t know what you’re talking about.