The Poet

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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. ]

#redacted roleplay

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.