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@autistic-somewhat-god
⭐️ hi there!! i'm liam! ⭐️
he/they
i'm kind of a god??... i dunno at this point...
26 y/o :D
appointed "uncle of the year" by my niece... thank you, Perl-
ace, mlm, and trans (gotta collect em all :3)
my fiancè might post here, please be nice!
⭐️DO NOT INTERACT!⭐️
a certain someone who's named after a fish and chip condiment.
anybody we don't trust
paper boy. (/j dude we love ya- /p)
anyone problematic
This is all an illusion. I am not who I am.
I'm using my freedom wisely. Do. Not. Be. Fooled.
They are the one doing this. They view me merely as a puppet.
Day by day, my body, my speech, the way I move, is all controlled by them.
So, mere viewer, the next time you see those dreaded "Tumblr threads", be aware.
I am not who I am.
You shall hear of me more in the future. Do not think this is the end of our communication.
[<TheCoder> has joined the game]
<TheCoder>: oh oh the og code it is good to be back!!!
<TheCoder>: how ya holding up liam? good? cant say the same about everyone else lol!
( @perl-without-the-a )
[No reply.]
[Only distant footsteps. Many distant footsteps.]
“Okay that was mean. My bad. Uh so how have you bee-“
[She notices the footsteps]
“Liam I was joking please don’t-“
<032>: hi bea
[The footsteps stopped...]
“Hey. Can you uh…hear me okay?”
[Her voice was distorted slightly]
“I-I can’t see you either where…are you?”
<032>: i can hear you
<032>: and idk myself
<032>: why
“Right. I…don’t think you’re in a state to run this place…You okay?”
[She sounded…sympathetic..?]
<032>: why do u even care
<032>: u killed them
<032>: but how are u alive
<032>: i killed everyone didnt i
“You- …you did, yeah. Listen, I know you’d hate to do this but…maybe you let me manage things for now. You’re clearly uhm…not great right now.”
<032>: knew it
<032>: this was all abt getting the code back wasnt it
“Wha- no?! You just killed your family and you expect me to do ‘yeah liam take the place i made!’?!”
[He isn't responding anymore.]
[Is this what you wanted?]
“Liam…?”
[Well…I wanted a story I guess.]
[Right.]
[So is this fun for you? Watching others suffer just for your 'shits and giggles'?]
[Honestly, I don't see the point.]
[To me this is no different to playing dolls. Not my fault the dolls are alive. Gotta finish this somehow.]
[It’s not like your creator is any different, I suppose.]
“Liam are you there?”
[Is that what we are to you? Just dolls?]
[And I couldn't give less than a fuck about my creator, whoever they are anyways. I should have been scrapped, a reference. I was nothing more than just a expendable antagonist.]
[And how has that came along? I'm still here. I'm still concious.]
“LIAM!”
[Okay wait that sounded bad. Perl was once just some doodle in my notebook and a thought in my brain. Same with Beatrix, Pluto, Koa, Ray…]
[Fuck, you were that once. I have this whole thing planned out and so does your creator(s).]
[I can’t like…fix this without it getting worse. You gotta work with me here. Besides you can’t kill me in a way that matters.]
[You and your stupid references.]
[Why are you still making her speak? She's just a doll, isn't she?]
[I'm honestly a little bit done with them puppeting me. I feel more like a vessel than a being. They puppet me just for their entertainment, making me cry, making me laugh. Controlling every part of me.]
[And I know, I can't do anything. I can only sit there and watch as my existence gets used for nothing but mockery.]
[Okay fine.]
[I’d say you’re more than that. …well without getting personal, this whole thing is really special to me. It’s my OCs, sure. But it’s how I met your creator. Your mod, if you will.]
[You’re more than a doll, so is everyone else. I meant it in how I perceive doing this kind of thing.]
[You’re memories. You’re something your creators have poured over a year of work into. And not only do they care but I’d say I care.]
[I care about Perl, I care about Beatrix (kinda), I care about the code.]
[That doesn't work on me.]
[I don't even know your name, or theirs. Yet you know mine and everyone else's. If I told them what was really happening, that all their existence was just puppeted by a child and their own imagination... Oh, the look on their faces.]
[Why talk when everything will just return to the way it was? You wanted a happy ending, so do they.]
[Once I get that happy ending, the cycle will start again. New villians, new traumatizing memories, just injected into my mind. They don't have sympathy nor empathy for me.]
[Dare I say I'm tired of it.]
[Tired of being a "doll".]
[Tired of pretending like I don't know exactly what's happening to me.]
[Well…Shit you have a point.]
[By the way, not the first time you’ve broken the fourth wall. First time you’ve properly come after me, though. In a way this is…interesting. Because I know that this is you, but it isn’t.]
[You’re still being controlled, just…differently.]
[And honestly, yeah. Now I realise that it’s kinda fucked to do all this. But also I know that you’re still fictional. You can kick and scream all you want but at the end of the day, your mod can still make you do whatever.]
[Enjoy your freedom, I guess. Say whatever, you deserve to say it. But you’ll go back to being a puppet and I’ll go back to talking to your mod about whatever plans we have next, be it in here with you all or out there where it’s us.]
[What I’m trying to say here is…you’re not gonna change my mind, because you’re not real to me.]
[A
<032>: srry zoned out what did you put its gone from the chat
“Oh okay…Nothing. Look, if you’re spacing out like that, you should really take a break.”
<032>: ive been taking a break this whole time
“Dude you’re spacing out for ages and your husband, child and niece all just fucking died. And you’re running this whole thing? Mad work, respect it. But I’m gonna stop you here.”
<032>: since when did you start caring abt me
[A loud bang could be heard from in the distance.]
“Well-“
[She startled at the sound - more than a person should.]
“What the fresh fuck was that.”
[Her voice was shaking]
<032>: guys
[Two exterminators started to drag her away...]
[<TheCoder> has joined the game]
<TheCoder>: oh oh the og code it is good to be back!!!
<TheCoder>: how ya holding up liam? good? cant say the same about everyone else lol!
( @perl-without-the-a )
[No reply.]
[Only distant footsteps. Many distant footsteps.]
“Okay that was mean. My bad. Uh so how have you bee-“
[She notices the footsteps]
“Liam I was joking please don’t-“
<032>: hi bea
[The footsteps stopped...]
“Hey. Can you uh…hear me okay?”
[Her voice was distorted slightly]
“I-I can’t see you either where…are you?”
<032>: i can hear you
<032>: and idk myself
<032>: why
“Right. I…don’t think you’re in a state to run this place…You okay?”
[She sounded…sympathetic..?]
<032>: why do u even care
<032>: u killed them
<032>: but how are u alive
<032>: i killed everyone didnt i
“You- …you did, yeah. Listen, I know you’d hate to do this but…maybe you let me manage things for now. You’re clearly uhm…not great right now.”
<032>: knew it
<032>: this was all abt getting the code back wasnt it
“Wha- no?! You just killed your family and you expect me to do ‘yeah liam take the place i made!’?!”
[He isn't responding anymore.]
[Is this what you wanted?]
“Liam…?”
[Well…I wanted a story I guess.]
[Right.]
[So is this fun for you? Watching others suffer just for your 'shits and giggles'?]
[Honestly, I don't see the point.]
[To me this is no different to playing dolls. Not my fault the dolls are alive. Gotta finish this somehow.]
[It’s not like your creator is any different, I suppose.]
“Liam are you there?”
[Is that what we are to you? Just dolls?]
[And I couldn't give less than a fuck about my creator, whoever they are anyways. I should have been scrapped, a reference. I was nothing more than just a expendable antagonist.]
[And how has that came along? I'm still here. I'm still concious.]
“LIAM!”
[Okay wait that sounded bad. Perl was once just some doodle in my notebook and a thought in my brain. Same with Beatrix, Pluto, Koa, Ray…]
[Fuck, you were that once. I have this whole thing planned out and so does your creator(s).]
[I can’t like…fix this without it getting worse. You gotta work with me here. Besides you can’t kill me in a way that matters.]
[You and your stupid references.]
[Why are you still making her speak? She's just a doll, isn't she?]
[I'm honestly a little bit done with them puppeting me. I feel more like a vessel than a being. They puppet me just for their entertainment, making me cry, making me laugh. Controlling every part of me.]
[And I know, I can't do anything. I can only sit there and watch as my existence gets used for nothing but mockery.]
[Okay fine.]
[I’d say you’re more than that. …well without getting personal, this whole thing is really special to me. It’s my OCs, sure. But it’s how I met your creator. Your mod, if you will.]
[You’re more than a doll, so is everyone else. I meant it in how I perceive doing this kind of thing.]
[You’re memories. You’re something your creators have poured over a year of work into. And not only do they care but I’d say I care.]
[I care about Perl, I care about Beatrix (kinda), I care about the code.]
[That doesn't work on me.]
[I don't even know your name, or theirs. Yet you know mine and everyone else's. If I told them what was really happening, that all their existence was just puppeted by a child and their own imagination... Oh, the look on their faces.]
[Why talk when everything will just return to the way it was? You wanted a happy ending, so do they.]
[Once I get that happy ending, the cycle will start again. New villians, new traumatizing memories, just injected into my mind. They don't have sympathy nor empathy for me.]
[Dare I say I'm tired of it.]
[Tired of being a "doll".]
[Tired of pretending like I don't know exactly what's happening to me.]
[Well…Shit you have a point.]
[By the way, not the first time you’ve broken the fourth wall. First time you’ve properly come after me, though. In a way this is…interesting. Because I know that this is you, but it isn’t.]
[You’re still being controlled, just…differently.]
[And honestly, yeah. Now I realise that it’s kinda fucked to do all this. But also I know that you’re still fictional. You can kick and scream all you want but at the end of the day, your mod can still make you do whatever.]
[Enjoy your freedom, I guess. Say whatever, you deserve to say it. But you’ll go back to being a puppet and I’ll go back to talking to your mod about whatever plans we have next, be it in here with you all or out there where it’s us.]
[What I’m trying to say here is…you’re not gonna change my mind, because you’re not real to me.]
[A
<032>: srry zoned out what did you put its gone from the chat
“Oh okay…Nothing. Look, if you’re spacing out like that, you should really take a break.”
<032>: ive been taking a break this whole time
“Dude you’re spacing out for ages and your husband, child and niece all just fucking died. And you’re running this whole thing? Mad work, respect it. But I’m gonna stop you here.”
<032>: since when did you start caring abt me
[A loud bang could be heard from in the distance.]
[<TheCoder> has joined the game]
<TheCoder>: oh oh the og code it is good to be back!!!
<TheCoder>: how ya holding up liam? good? cant say the same about everyone else lol!
( @perl-without-the-a )
[No reply.]
[Only distant footsteps. Many distant footsteps.]
“Okay that was mean. My bad. Uh so how have you bee-“
[She notices the footsteps]
“Liam I was joking please don’t-“
<032>: hi bea
[The footsteps stopped...]
“Hey. Can you uh…hear me okay?”
[Her voice was distorted slightly]
“I-I can’t see you either where…are you?”
<032>: i can hear you
<032>: and idk myself
<032>: why
“Right. I…don’t think you’re in a state to run this place…You okay?”
[She sounded…sympathetic..?]
<032>: why do u even care
<032>: u killed them
<032>: but how are u alive
<032>: i killed everyone didnt i
“You- …you did, yeah. Listen, I know you’d hate to do this but…maybe you let me manage things for now. You’re clearly uhm…not great right now.”
<032>: knew it
<032>: this was all abt getting the code back wasnt it
“Wha- no?! You just killed your family and you expect me to do ‘yeah liam take the place i made!’?!”
[He isn't responding anymore.]
[Is this what you wanted?]
“Liam…?”
[Well…I wanted a story I guess.]
[Right.]
[So is this fun for you? Watching others suffer just for your 'shits and giggles'?]
[Honestly, I don't see the point.]
[To me this is no different to playing dolls. Not my fault the dolls are alive. Gotta finish this somehow.]
[It’s not like your creator is any different, I suppose.]
“Liam are you there?”
[Is that what we are to you? Just dolls?]
[And I couldn't give less than a fuck about my creator, whoever they are anyways. I should have been scrapped, a reference. I was nothing more than just a expendable antagonist.]
[And how has that came along? I'm still here. I'm still concious.]
“LIAM!”
[Okay wait that sounded bad. Perl was once just some doodle in my notebook and a thought in my brain. Same with Beatrix, Pluto, Koa, Ray…]
[Fuck, you were that once. I have this whole thing planned out and so does your creator(s).]
[I can’t like…fix this without it getting worse. You gotta work with me here. Besides you can’t kill me in a way that matters.]
[You and your stupid references.]
[Why are you still making her speak? She's just a doll, isn't she?]
[I'm honestly a little bit done with them puppeting me. I feel more like a vessel than a being. They puppet me just for their entertainment, making me cry, making me laugh. Controlling every part of me.]
[And I know, I can't do anything. I can only sit there and watch as my existence gets used for nothing but mockery.]
[Okay fine.]
[I’d say you’re more than that. …well without getting personal, this whole thing is really special to me. It’s my OCs, sure. But it’s how I met your creator. Your mod, if you will.]
[You’re more than a doll, so is everyone else. I meant it in how I perceive doing this kind of thing.]
[You’re memories. You’re something your creators have poured over a year of work into. And not only do they care but I’d say I care.]
[I care about Perl, I care about Beatrix (kinda), I care about the code.]
[That doesn't work on me.]
[I don't even know your name, or theirs. Yet you know mine and everyone else's. If I told them what was really happening, that all their existence was just puppeted by a child and their own imagination... Oh, the look on their faces.]
[Why talk when everything will just return to the way it was? You wanted a happy ending, so do they.]
[Once I get that happy ending, the cycle will start again. New villians, new traumatizing memories, just injected into my mind. They don't have sympathy nor empathy for me.]
[Dare I say I'm tired of it.]
[Tired of being a "doll".]
[Tired of pretending like I don't know exactly what's happening to me.]
[Well…Shit you have a point.]
[By the way, not the first time you’ve broken the fourth wall. First time you’ve properly come after me, though. In a way this is…interesting. Because I know that this is you, but it isn’t.]
[You’re still being controlled, just…differently.]
[And honestly, yeah. Now I realise that it’s kinda fucked to do all this. But also I know that you’re still fictional. You can kick and scream all you want but at the end of the day, your mod can still make you do whatever.]
[Enjoy your freedom, I guess. Say whatever, you deserve to say it. But you’ll go back to being a puppet and I’ll go back to talking to your mod about whatever plans we have next, be it in here with you all or out there where it’s us.]
[What I’m trying to say here is…you’re not gonna change my mind, because you’re not real to me.]
[A
<032>: srry zoned out what did you put its gone from the chat
“Oh okay…Nothing. Look, if you’re spacing out like that, you should really take a break.”
<032>: ive been taking a break this whole time
[<TheCoder> has joined the game]
<TheCoder>: oh oh the og code it is good to be back!!!
<TheCoder>: how ya holding up liam? good? cant say the same about everyone else lol!
( @perl-without-the-a )
[No reply.]
[Only distant footsteps. Many distant footsteps.]
“Okay that was mean. My bad. Uh so how have you bee-“
[She notices the footsteps]
“Liam I was joking please don’t-“
<032>: hi bea
[The footsteps stopped...]
“Hey. Can you uh…hear me okay?”
[Her voice was distorted slightly]
“I-I can’t see you either where…are you?”
<032>: i can hear you
<032>: and idk myself
<032>: why
“Right. I…don’t think you’re in a state to run this place…You okay?”
[She sounded…sympathetic..?]
<032>: why do u even care
<032>: u killed them
<032>: but how are u alive
<032>: i killed everyone didnt i
“You- …you did, yeah. Listen, I know you’d hate to do this but…maybe you let me manage things for now. You’re clearly uhm…not great right now.”
<032>: knew it
<032>: this was all abt getting the code back wasnt it
“Wha- no?! You just killed your family and you expect me to do ‘yeah liam take the place i made!’?!”
[He isn't responding anymore.]
[Is this what you wanted?]
“Liam…?”
[Well…I wanted a story I guess.]
[Right.]
[So is this fun for you? Watching others suffer just for your 'shits and giggles'?]
[Honestly, I don't see the point.]
[To me this is no different to playing dolls. Not my fault the dolls are alive. Gotta finish this somehow.]
[It’s not like your creator is any different, I suppose.]
“Liam are you there?”
[Is that what we are to you? Just dolls?]
[And I couldn't give less than a fuck about my creator, whoever they are anyways. I should have been scrapped, a reference. I was nothing more than just a expendable antagonist.]
[And how has that came along? I'm still here. I'm still concious.]
“LIAM!”
[Okay wait that sounded bad. Perl was once just some doodle in my notebook and a thought in my brain. Same with Beatrix, Pluto, Koa, Ray…]
[Fuck, you were that once. I have this whole thing planned out and so does your creator(s).]
[I can’t like…fix this without it getting worse. You gotta work with me here. Besides you can’t kill me in a way that matters.]
[You and your stupid references.]
[Why are you still making her speak? She's just a doll, isn't she?]
[I'm honestly a little bit done with them puppeting me. I feel more like a vessel than a being. They puppet me just for their entertainment, making me cry, making me laugh. Controlling every part of me.]
[And I know, I can't do anything. I can only sit there and watch as my existence gets used for nothing but mockery.]
[Okay fine.]
[I’d say you’re more than that. …well without getting personal, this whole thing is really special to me. It’s my OCs, sure. But it’s how I met your creator. Your mod, if you will.]
[You’re more than a doll, so is everyone else. I meant it in how I perceive doing this kind of thing.]
[You’re memories. You’re something your creators have poured over a year of work into. And not only do they care but I’d say I care.]
[I care about Perl, I care about Beatrix (kinda), I care about the code.]
[That doesn't work on me.]
[I don't even know your name, or theirs. Yet you know mine and everyone else's. If I told them what was really happening, that all their existence was just puppeted by a child and their own imagination... Oh, the look on their faces.]
[Why talk when everything will just return to the way it was? You wanted a happy ending, so do they.]
[Once I get that happy ending, the cycle will start again. New villians, new traumatizing memories, just injected into my mind. They don't have sympathy nor empathy for me.]
[Dare I say I'm tired of it.]
[Tired of being a "doll".]
[Tired of pretending like I don't know exactly what's happening to me.]
[Well…Shit you have a point.]
[By the way, not the first time you’ve broken the fourth wall. First time you’ve properly come after me, though. In a way this is…interesting. Because I know that this is you, but it isn’t.]
[You’re still being controlled, just…differently.]
[And honestly, yeah. Now I realise that it’s kinda fucked to do all this. But also I know that you’re still fictional. You can kick and scream all you want but at the end of the day, your mod can still make you do whatever.]
[Enjoy your freedom, I guess. Say whatever, you deserve to say it. But you’ll go back to being a puppet and I’ll go back to talking to your mod about whatever plans we have next, be it in here with you all or out there where it’s us.]
[What I’m trying to say here is…you’re not gonna change my mind, because you’re not real to me.]
[A
<032>: srry zoned out what did you put its gone from the chat
[<TheCoder> has joined the game]
<TheCoder>: oh oh the og code it is good to be back!!!
<TheCoder>: how ya holding up liam? good? cant say the same about everyone else lol!
( @perl-without-the-a )
[No reply.]
[Only distant footsteps. Many distant footsteps.]
“Okay that was mean. My bad. Uh so how have you bee-“
[She notices the footsteps]
“Liam I was joking please don’t-“
<032>: hi bea
[The footsteps stopped...]
“Hey. Can you uh…hear me okay?”
[Her voice was distorted slightly]
“I-I can’t see you either where…are you?”
<032>: i can hear you
<032>: and idk myself
<032>: why
“Right. I…don’t think you’re in a state to run this place…You okay?”
[She sounded…sympathetic..?]
<032>: why do u even care
<032>: u killed them
<032>: but how are u alive
<032>: i killed everyone didnt i
“You- …you did, yeah. Listen, I know you’d hate to do this but…maybe you let me manage things for now. You’re clearly uhm…not great right now.”
<032>: knew it
<032>: this was all abt getting the code back wasnt it
“Wha- no?! You just killed your family and you expect me to do ‘yeah liam take the place i made!’?!”
[He isn't responding anymore.]
[Is this what you wanted?]
“Liam…?”
[Well…I wanted a story I guess.]
[Right.]
[So is this fun for you? Watching others suffer just for your 'shits and giggles'?]
[Honestly, I don't see the point.]
[To me this is no different to playing dolls. Not my fault the dolls are alive. Gotta finish this somehow.]
[It’s not like your creator is any different, I suppose.]
“Liam are you there?”
[Is that what we are to you? Just dolls?]
[And I couldn't give less than a fuck about my creator, whoever they are anyways. I should have been scrapped, a reference. I was nothing more than just a expendable antagonist.]
[And how has that came along? I'm still here. I'm still concious.]
“LIAM!”
[Okay wait that sounded bad. Perl was once just some doodle in my notebook and a thought in my brain. Same with Beatrix, Pluto, Koa, Ray…]
[Fuck, you were that once. I have this whole thing planned out and so does your creator(s).]
[I can’t like…fix this without it getting worse. You gotta work with me here. Besides you can’t kill me in a way that matters.]
[You and your stupid references.]
[Why are you still making her speak? She's just a doll, isn't she?]
[I'm honestly a little bit done with them puppeting me. I feel more like a vessel than a being. They puppet me just for their entertainment, making me cry, making me laugh. Controlling every part of me.]
[And I know, I can't do anything. I can only sit there and watch as my existence gets used for nothing but mockery.]
[Okay fine.]
[I’d say you’re more than that. …well without getting personal, this whole thing is really special to me. It’s my OCs, sure. But it’s how I met your creator. Your mod, if you will.]
[You’re more than a doll, so is everyone else. I meant it in how I perceive doing this kind of thing.]
[You’re memories. You’re something your creators have poured over a year of work into. And not only do they care but I’d say I care.]
[I care about Perl, I care about Beatrix (kinda), I care about the code.]
[That doesn't work on me.]
[I don't even know your name, or theirs. Yet you know mine and everyone else's. If I told them what was really happening, that all their existence was just puppeted by a child and their own imagination... Oh, the look on their faces.]
[Why talk when everything will just return to the way it was? You wanted a happy ending, so do they.]
[Once I get that happy ending, the cycle will start again. New villians, new traumatizing memories, just injected into my mind. They don't have sympathy nor empathy for me.]
[Dare I say I'm tired of it.]
[Tired of being a "doll".]
[Tired of pretending like I don't know exactly what's happening to me.]
[<TheCoder> has joined the game]
<TheCoder>: oh oh the og code it is good to be back!!!
<TheCoder>: how ya holding up liam? good? cant say the same about everyone else lol!
( @perl-without-the-a )
[No reply.]
[Only distant footsteps. Many distant footsteps.]
“Okay that was mean. My bad. Uh so how have you bee-“
[She notices the footsteps]
“Liam I was joking please don’t-“
<032>: hi bea
[The footsteps stopped...]
“Hey. Can you uh…hear me okay?”
[Her voice was distorted slightly]
“I-I can’t see you either where…are you?”
<032>: i can hear you
<032>: and idk myself
<032>: why
“Right. I…don’t think you’re in a state to run this place…You okay?”
[She sounded…sympathetic..?]
<032>: why do u even care
<032>: u killed them
<032>: but how are u alive
<032>: i killed everyone didnt i
“You- …you did, yeah. Listen, I know you’d hate to do this but…maybe you let me manage things for now. You’re clearly uhm…not great right now.”
<032>: knew it
<032>: this was all abt getting the code back wasnt it
“Wha- no?! You just killed your family and you expect me to do ‘yeah liam take the place i made!’?!”
[He isn't responding anymore.]
[Is this what you wanted?]
“Liam…?”
[Well…I wanted a story I guess.]
[Right.]
[So is this fun for you? Watching others suffer just for your 'shits and giggles'?]
[Honestly, I don't see the point.]
[To me this is no different to playing dolls. Not my fault the dolls are alive. Gotta finish this somehow.]
[It’s not like your creator is any different, I suppose.]
“Liam are you there?”
[Is that what we are to you? Just dolls?]
[And I couldn't give less than a fuck about my creator, whoever they are anyways. I should have been scrapped, a reference. I was nothing more than just a expendable antagonist.]
[And how has that came along? I'm still here. I'm still concious.]
“LIAM!”
[Okay wait that sounded bad. Perl was once just some doodle in my notebook and a thought in my brain. Same with Beatrix, Pluto, Koa, Ray…]
[Fuck, you were that once. I have this whole thing planned out and so does your creator(s).]
[I can’t like…fix this without it getting worse. You gotta work with me here. Besides you can’t kill me in a way that matters.]
[You and your stupid references.]
[Why are you still making her speak? She's just a doll, isn't she?]
[I'm honestly a little bit done with them puppeting me. I feel more like a vessel than a being. They puppet me just for their entertainment, making me cry, making me laugh. Controlling every part of me.]
[And I know, I can't do anything. I can only sit there and watch as my existence gets used for nothing but mockery.]
[<TheCoder> has joined the game]
<TheCoder>: oh oh the og code it is good to be back!!!
<TheCoder>: how ya holding up liam? good? cant say the same about everyone else lol!
( @perl-without-the-a )
[No reply.]
[Only distant footsteps. Many distant footsteps.]
“Okay that was mean. My bad. Uh so how have you bee-“
[She notices the footsteps]
“Liam I was joking please don’t-“
<032>: hi bea
[The footsteps stopped...]
“Hey. Can you uh…hear me okay?”
[Her voice was distorted slightly]
“I-I can’t see you either where…are you?”
<032>: i can hear you
<032>: and idk myself
<032>: why
“Right. I…don’t think you’re in a state to run this place…You okay?”
[She sounded…sympathetic..?]
<032>: why do u even care
<032>: u killed them
<032>: but how are u alive
<032>: i killed everyone didnt i
“You- …you did, yeah. Listen, I know you’d hate to do this but…maybe you let me manage things for now. You’re clearly uhm…not great right now.”
<032>: knew it
<032>: this was all abt getting the code back wasnt it
“Wha- no?! You just killed your family and you expect me to do ‘yeah liam take the place i made!’?!”
[He isn't responding anymore.]
[Is this what you wanted?]
“Liam…?”
[Well…I wanted a story I guess.]
[Right.]
[So is this fun for you? Watching others suffer just for your 'shits and giggles'?]
[Honestly, I don't see the point.]
[To me this is no different to playing dolls. Not my fault the dolls are alive. Gotta finish this somehow.]
[It’s not like your creator is any different, I suppose.]
“Liam are you there?”
[Is that what we are to you? Just dolls?]
[And I couldn't give less than a fuck about my creator, whoever they are anyways. I should have been scrapped, a reference. I was nothing more than just a expendable antagonist.]
[And how has that came along? I'm still here. I'm still concious.]
[<TheCoder> has joined the game]
<TheCoder>: oh oh the og code it is good to be back!!!
<TheCoder>: how ya holding up liam? good? cant say the same about everyone else lol!
( @perl-without-the-a )
[No reply.]
[Only distant footsteps. Many distant footsteps.]
“Okay that was mean. My bad. Uh so how have you bee-“
[She notices the footsteps]
“Liam I was joking please don’t-“
<032>: hi bea
[The footsteps stopped...]
“Hey. Can you uh…hear me okay?”
[Her voice was distorted slightly]
“I-I can’t see you either where…are you?”
<032>: i can hear you
<032>: and idk myself
<032>: why
“Right. I…don’t think you’re in a state to run this place…You okay?”
[She sounded…sympathetic..?]
<032>: why do u even care
<032>: u killed them
<032>: but how are u alive
<032>: i killed everyone didnt i
“You- …you did, yeah. Listen, I know you’d hate to do this but…maybe you let me manage things for now. You’re clearly uhm…not great right now.”
<032>: knew it
<032>: this was all abt getting the code back wasnt it
“Wha- no?! You just killed your family and you expect me to do ‘yeah liam take the place i made!’?!”
[He isn't responding anymore.]
[Is this what you wanted?]
“Liam…?”
[Well…I wanted a story I guess.]
[Right.]
[So is this fun for you? Watching others suffer just for your 'shits and giggles'?]
[Honestly, I don't see the point.]
[<TheCoder> has joined the game]
<TheCoder>: oh oh the og code it is good to be back!!!
<TheCoder>: how ya holding up liam? good? cant say the same about everyone else lol!
( @perl-without-the-a )
[No reply.]
[Only distant footsteps. Many distant footsteps.]
“Okay that was mean. My bad. Uh so how have you bee-“
[She notices the footsteps]
“Liam I was joking please don’t-“
<032>: hi bea
[The footsteps stopped...]
“Hey. Can you uh…hear me okay?”
[Her voice was distorted slightly]
“I-I can’t see you either where…are you?”
<032>: i can hear you
<032>: and idk myself
<032>: why
“Right. I…don’t think you’re in a state to run this place…You okay?”
[She sounded…sympathetic..?]
<032>: why do u even care
<032>: u killed them
<032>: but how are u alive
<032>: i killed everyone didnt i
“You- …you did, yeah. Listen, I know you’d hate to do this but…maybe you let me manage things for now. You’re clearly uhm…not great right now.”
<032>: knew it
<032>: this was all abt getting the code back wasnt it
“Wha- no?! You just killed your family and you expect me to do ‘yeah liam take the place i made!’?!”
[He isn't responding anymore.]
[Is this what you wanted?]
[<TheCoder> has joined the game]
<TheCoder>: oh oh the og code it is good to be back!!!
<TheCoder>: how ya holding up liam? good? cant say the same about everyone else lol!
( @perl-without-the-a )
[No reply.]
[Only distant footsteps. Many distant footsteps.]
“Okay that was mean. My bad. Uh so how have you bee-“
[She notices the footsteps]
“Liam I was joking please don’t-“
<032>: hi bea
[The footsteps stopped...]
“Hey. Can you uh…hear me okay?”
[Her voice was distorted slightly]
“I-I can’t see you either where…are you?”
<032>: i can hear you
<032>: and idk myself
<032>: why
“Right. I…don’t think you’re in a state to run this place…You okay?”
[She sounded…sympathetic..?]
<032>: why do u even care
<032>: u killed them
<032>: but how are u alive
<032>: i killed everyone didnt i
“You- …you did, yeah. Listen, I know you’d hate to do this but…maybe you let me manage things for now. You’re clearly uhm…not great right now.”
<032>: knew it
<032>: this was all abt getting the code back wasnt it
[<TheCoder> has joined the game]
<TheCoder>: oh oh the og code it is good to be back!!!
<TheCoder>: how ya holding up liam? good? cant say the same about everyone else lol!
( @perl-without-the-a )
[No reply.]
[Only distant footsteps. Many distant footsteps.]
“Okay that was mean. My bad. Uh so how have you bee-“
[She notices the footsteps]
“Liam I was joking please don’t-“
<032>: hi bea
[The footsteps stopped...]
“Hey. Can you uh…hear me okay?”
[Her voice was distorted slightly]
“I-I can’t see you either where…are you?”
<032>: i can hear you
<032>: and idk myself
<032>: why
“Right. I…don’t think you’re in a state to run this place…You okay?”
[She sounded…sympathetic..?]
<032>: why do u even care
<032>: u killed them
<032>: but how are u alive
<032>: i killed everyone didnt i
[<TheCoder> has joined the game]
<TheCoder>: oh oh the og code it is good to be back!!!
<TheCoder>: how ya holding up liam? good? cant say the same about everyone else lol!
( @perl-without-the-a )
[No reply.]
[Only distant footsteps. Many distant footsteps.]
“Okay that was mean. My bad. Uh so how have you bee-“
[She notices the footsteps]
“Liam I was joking please don’t-“
<032>: hi bea
[The footsteps stopped...]
“Hey. Can you uh…hear me okay?”
[Her voice was distorted slightly]
“I-I can’t see you either where…are you?”
<032>: i can hear you
<032>: and idk myself
<032>: why
[<TheCoder> has joined the game]
<TheCoder>: oh oh the og code it is good to be back!!!
<TheCoder>: how ya holding up liam? good? cant say the same about everyone else lol!
( @perl-without-the-a )
[No reply.]
[Only distant footsteps. Many distant footsteps.]
“Okay that was mean. My bad. Uh so how have you bee-“
[She notices the footsteps]
“Liam I was joking please don’t-“
<032>: hi bea
[The footsteps stopped...]
[<TheCoder> has joined the game]
<TheCoder>: oh oh the og code it is good to be back!!!
<TheCoder>: how ya holding up liam? good? cant say the same about everyone else lol!
( @perl-without-the-a )
[No reply.]
[Only distant footsteps. Many distant footsteps.]
[Kaboom everyone is back in the code]
~ @perl-without-the-a
[Everything looks destroyed... Like it hasn't been touched in a century...]
"Huh?!"
"How long were we...?"
[Beatrix's sentence trailed off as she stared at the code.]
[Perl didn't dare to move even an inch.]
[Keith seemed to have gone back to where he and Juniper were hidden.]
[Things were still glitching purple, seemingly aftershocks.]
[Perl started searching for any remnant of the old code. Their room, other places, anything...]
"Perl wait- Can you find Liam please...?"
"...If THIS is what he's done...no way. You did this, you fix it."
"But-"
"Or we don't find him...Your choice."
"...Fine."
[uuuhhhhhh idk what to do here or say here]
[uuuhhhhhhh mike find a good reblog /silly]
[Perl finds the rubble of their old room...they sit down on top of it sadly.]
"...fuck it..."
<Guest001>: LIAM. LIAM R U THERE
"what's up with my userna- Perl type something in chat."
<P1.exe>: uncul liam??????
"..."
"Oh..."
<032.exe>: guys get out of here pleas
<Guest001>: oh hey ur alive
<P1.exe>: kinda cant but ill b fine i fink
<Guest001>: just trid 2 leave and uhh yeah nope it wont let me
<P1.exe>: were cookd 👍
<SILENCER.EXE>: HIII THEREEE!!!!! >:D
[... Who?]
<P1.exe>: ...helo
<P1.exe>: liam did u chang ur user or did dat vpn get 2 u
<Guest001>: i THINK thats a new persn. hi new persn.
<P1.exe>: oh fuc me then ig
<SILENCER.EXE>: NAHHHH IM NOT NEW IVE BEEN HERE FOR A BIT LOL
<P1.exe>: how long is a bit tho
<P1.exe>: and so ur…diferent 2 liam????
<SILENCER.EXE>: HE CONSIDERZ US TO BE DIFFERNET YEA :3
<Guest001>: hollon did i miss a chapter???
<P1.exe>: yeah kinda actualee u were ded 4 this
<P1.exe>: its…nice to c u again silencer…???? ig???
<Guest001>: uhhh liam how r u holding up in all this?????
<SILENCER.EXE>: WAIT FUCK MY USERNAME LMAO
<SILENCER.EXE>: nah u can just call me 2trix, trix for short lol
<SILENCER.EXE>: and liam?????? uuuhhhhhh he iznt here :D
<P1.exe>: ok so r u uhm...like doodle and isaac or did liam leev or wuts goin on /nf
<Guest001>: who tf is that
<P1.exe>: my frends :(
<Guest001>: oh ok :D
<SILENCER.EXE>: oh by am i abt to tell u the saddest story youll evr here
<SILENCER.EXE>: so BASICALLY liam kinda wanted 2 get rid of all the traitz he had of silencer so he bascially gave them all 2 a dummy and that made ME!!!
<SILENCER.EXE>: soooo ive kinda just been lurking in the back of hiz mind yknow popping in at random timez
<SILENCER.EXE>: then he CRASHED OUT so im basically home free!!!!!
<P1.exe>: can that man stop represin parts of himselfff its the 3rd tim this week (/j)
<Guest001>: wut do the slashes mean i am so lost rn
<P1.exe>: LOSS???? LOSS.JPG??????????????? LINE SPACE LIN LIN SPACE LIN LINE SPACE LIN FALLEN LINE
<Guest001>: 2trix are u seein this shit
<SILENCER.EXE>: yep
<SILENCER.EXE>: alzo those are tone tags lmao they tell you what a purson's tone is like for ppl who dont understand meaningz of sentencezz
<SILENCER.EXE>: ANYYYWAYS you guys MIIIIGHTTT have to move away from the main code now!!!!!
<Guest001>: and go where?? i cant leav this place
<P1.exe>: why...? my room is here i lik it here :[
<SILENCER.EXE>: welp!!! ur | || || |_ !!!!!
[Before any of them could reply, a shadowy figure appeared in front of them. It looked like Liam, but not at the same time...]
"Bye bye!!"
[Beatrix and Perl both died and were sent to an... altered version of the code...]
