Why Can't I Hold All These MV Bolis?

I guess we live here now?

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bonepranks‌:

sans makes a mental note to self – practice teleporting in unfamiliar places more often because that was probably one of the scariest things he’s ever done. the actual skill isn’t so hard, but you have to solidly know where you’re ending up and when you don’t, it could go wrong.

they got lucky, this time.

* easy.

he reaches out to steady her, then as she conjures her clubs his eyes blaze blue, ready to attack if need be. he’s incredibly on guard, luckily more observant in this moment than she is. he’s never been the type to get panicky, a fact he’s very grateful for right now.

* then we just have to be caref –

he trails off, hearing the coughing sound.

* shh. * over here. 

he takes a few hesitant steps in the direction of the grate. he’s summoned a small blaster above his head, which follows him as he approaches.

* who’s down there?

Skinny jumps out of her metaphorical skin, but she immediately is on guard, tightening her grip on her clubs.  She crouches as she follows him, eyes darting around, searching for a potential ambusher.

Meanwhile, just below the grate, a disheveled skeleton is sitting slumped against the wall.  One side of her face is cracked and smashed in.  Her signature cap seems to be busted away too.  She’s cracked and broken in many places, accented by a dark cranberry colored ‘blood’ collecting at her wound sites.

A cigarette dangles between her teeth, small spirals of smoke rise from it, up and out of the grate.  It hurts to breathe- and it hurts even more to cough.

She hacks violently, nearly losing her cigarette.  She takes a deep breath, trying to collect herself when she hears a voice.  On instinct, she whips her hand up, sending a cluster of bones up through the grate.

Skinny feels the attack coming, and although Sans is perfectly capable of dodging, she grabs the back of his hoodie and pulls him out of the way of the pillar of bones that shoots from the grate, smashing.

😈*!

There’s another serious of violent coughs, and realization blooms across Skinny’s face.

😈*CHIEF!

In a typical MV Boli fashion, she drops through the earth.  Desperation to get to her friend bypasses her knowledge that Sans can’t do the same thing as her.  Luckily, the grate is open.

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bonepranks‌:

* what are you –

sans leaned around her, then drew back as well, anything he was about to say caught in his throat.

* holy shit. * i’ve seen something like that before, back in the lab, but….. * not….

not skeletons.

he felt vaguely like he was going to throw up, if that was something he could do.

* no one should be living here. * this is one fucked up timeline.

despite the warning to not let it see him, sans peeks around the corner again, trying to get a solid look at the street behind the amalgamation, the place it had come from. it just looked like more street, but there were enough places to hide, so –

* hang on.

he grabbed skinny’s hand. he had no idea if this would work, but it was his only thought at this point. he closed his sockets tightly and teleported, aiming for a block or so away from the creature, hopefully out of its sight.

* i feel like we’re on the right track now.

Skinny seems to be stuck in place from fear.  It’d been years since she’d seen those things- it was horrifying to think that they were loose in this timeline.  They had to find Chief as soon as possible and get her the hell out of this horrible place.

When Sans peeks around the second time, one of the many faces on the creature catches sight of him.  It turns towards him and starts it’s lumbering towards him.  Good thing they teleported, because the amalgamate was headed right for them.

Under normal circumstances, Skinny might have made some sort of flirtatious comment about him grabbing her hand but she was too scared- and too unfamiliar with teleporting.  When she lands she sways a bit on her feet.  There’s a distant shouting-roar from the beast a block over, which makes her conjure a second bone club, so she’s got one in each hand.

😈*N-nice...  G...Good move.

She takes a slow breath, shaking herself a little.  She pauses, turning a little.

😈* I don’t know where to look- she could be anywhere in this stupid hellhole- and with those things loose-

She seems really distracted and upset by the world around her.  So distracted, that she doesn’t notice the smoke rising out of a nearby storm grate, accompanied by what sounds like a distant cough. 

[boneyhighrise]

(I’m thinking about redesigning Chief a bit.. I miss my mean daughter))

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oh here she is, after she gets fucked up real good 

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(I’m thinking about redesigning Chief a bit.. I miss my mean daughter))

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bonepranks‌:

as they walked through the streets, sans started to feel very out of place. he really wished he had changed his clothes. he just pulled his hood up to shield his face and shoved his hands deeper into his pockets.

* this place…. i can’t believe this is a version of the underground. * it’s so different.

the sound pulls him out of his thoughts – he exchanges a look with her, turning to look in that direction.

* well, we’d probably be safer staying away.

his eyelights snuffed out.

* but if we figure out what that’s all about, something tells me we’ll find her faster. * let’s go.

😈*I was afraid you were gonna say that... You’re right.

The club in her hand lengthens a little, as she shuffles forward.  She was terrified, a feeling that would have been all encompassing if he hadn’t been there.  Skinny could handle a one on one fight with a run of the mill monster.  She had the HP for a fight but her skills were weak compared to Chief’s or classics.  Whatever this obstacle was, she hoped he was ready for it.

As she leads him to the corner it’s clear that the thing was definitely only a street over and coming closer.  Heavy, slightly dragging footfalls can be heard, along with more disjointed grunting and groaning.  She looks at him, her own eyelights smaller than they’ve ever been, and glowing a mint green color in the dark.

😈* I’ll see if I can get a peak...

She cranes her neck to look, only just being able to peep out.  She immediately withdraws back, covering her hand with her mouth to stifle a yelp.

The figure in the street is a massive lumbering figure, mostly white and black.  It’s a tangle of limbs and hands and faces, each one distinctly... Skeletal.  She’d only seen drawings of them from her youth in Escrow’s lab.  The secret experiments that were still locked up in her timeline...  They existed here too, but they were nigger, meaner and worst of all, on the loose.

😈* Shit.  Shit- 

She has a hand over her chest, begging her shaking soul to settle down.

😈* I...I dunno what to make of that...  C-careful, don’t let it see you...

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bonepranks‌:

sans is taken aback at first. he hasn’t seen skinny in a while, but yeah, he barely recognizes her. he likes this side of her better – more serious, less promiscuous. but it’s all very somber. it’s good that she cares about chief so much. it makes it less weird that somehow he cares enough to come along.

* yeah, you too…. * heh, i really a-door crazy possibly fatal adventures and wild goose chases, don’t you?

he steps through the doorway after her as he makes the pun, fighting back nerves in his chest. he didn’t tell papyrus where he was going. he didn’t need him to worry.

* i don’t do a lot of timeline travel. this is…. weird.

he takes a moment to take it all in. and he doesn’t ask how she knows that he can get out quickly.

he probably should, if it comes to it. whether or not he will… they’d have to see.

* i’m gettin’ a real bad feeling myself. i’m right behind you. where’re we headed?

She cracks a smile at the jokes.  She’s an MV Boli, She can’t help it.  She responds too, once they’re on the other side.

😈* You get used to it, if you do it enough.  It feels like any other doorway to me.

She summons a thin bone club to her hand.  She doesn’t look nearly as menacing her other more dangerous alts but the look is there.  She steps lightly, leading the way down the abandoned street.

😈* She lived in some barracks over by that big scary castle but I doubt she’s there.  She’s not an idiot, she wouldn’t hide in her own home.

She peeks behind a corner, before leading him around it onto another abandoned street.

😈* The castle seems like a good place to look but it’s probably the most dangerous place in her whole underground...  ‘m still kinda shocked that there aren’t any people around.  When I snuck in earlier I almost got arrested after about thirty seconds out in the open...  We haven’t seen one person yet.

There’s a low rumble in the distance, maybe a street or two over.  It sounds like six or seven voices growling as one.  Skinny freezes.

😈*......Well, that’s the scariest thing I’ve ever heard.  Avoid that?  Yes?  No?

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@bonepranks

She’s pacing outside the high rise, waiting for him.  She looks...  Different.  It’s mostly the clothes, she’s dressed a bit like Chief, down to wearing a cap and all black.  She hardly looks like herself.  She looks a little more tired and drawn as well.  Clearly, she’s sick with worry.

😈*Hey.  Good to see you.

She winks, but it’s more out of greeting than anything.

😈*Chief’s door still works so we have an in.... C’mon.

She leads him into the high rise.  It’s unkempt and quiet, unlike how it was before.  There used to always be music playing somewhere but now it’s solemn and sad.

They approach Chief’s door and Skinny slowly opens it.  It’s cold and dark on the other side.  Skinny takes a slow breath.

😈*Stay close, this place is really dangerous.  Don’t talk to anyone and if you get cornered, get yourself out.  I know you can.

She leads the way in.  They come out on the other side.  The door they exit comes out of a run down factory looking building into an empty street.  It’s more industrial than the Vertebral Heights they know.  A massive palace looms in the distance.  It’s far to quiet.

😈*Something.. Feels odd.  It’s quiet... There were guards here earlier...

There are no guards.  Only clouds of dust here and there, scattered by with what look like claw marks.

😈*...We should stick together. 

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3/3

She only just managed to get away.  No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t land any hits on those... Things.  No matter how hard she hit, they just bounced back and came back for more.

She was, for lack of a better word, broken.  She could barely move.  Her spine feels like it’s been pulled apart and rearranged (something that had happened a few times to her before) and her arms are certainly damaged, one of which feels completely dead to her.  Half of her skull is a little banged up too, she can’t see out of the right eye.  She can’t really tell the extent of her injures but... They feel pretty bad.

She’d collapsed when she figured she’d lost the creatures.  She’d made it away from the main lab and had lost them by ducking into a sewer.  She laid there for about an hour, fading in and out of consciousness.  

“Should just...G...Give up...”  She mumbles to herself, “Wanted... T’ die anyway...”  She slowly sits up, painfully extracting a cigarette and lighting it.  She’s slumped against a wall, just below a sewer grate.

“...I did it, dad.  I killed him.  Wish you woulda’ told me about the fucking...monsters, though...”  She takes a deep drag.  “Sorry I couldn’t... Keep on like you wanted.  Kill or be killed, yeah- but there’s no killing them...”

She hisses in pain.  She took too deep of a breath for her broken ribs.

“Some...Some soldier I turned out to be...”

She flits back out of her own mind, hoping that maybe this was it, a lit cigarette still resting between her teeth.

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bonepranks replied to your post “@bonepranks ��* Would you or classic -or both of you- maybe come with...”

* i’ll come. bo can come if she wants. but i’m coming.

😈*I talked to Classic.  We decided she should stay here.  If we’re lucky we’ll find Chief and not run into anyone, but Chief is wanted for treason so the less people that look like her the better.  I’ve been in her timeline so I know the place better... Plus, Classic has that human kid to look after.  She says she trusts you to help me get her back here.

😈*Can you meet me soon?  I have a bad feeling that she doesn’t have a lot of time.

[boneyhighrise]

2/3

HE was on a throne of sorts.  His old life as a scientist was long behind him, laboratories replaced with large, imposing halls filled with arms guards and soldiers.  His mind was there but it was spent causing pain.  Sure, he still tampered with the occasional harvested soul or prisoner, but his greatest concern was that he was heard and obeyed.  Recently, that had come into question. 

The return of MV Boli to his domain was...Upsetting.

She was one of his greatest mistakes, next to trusting her parents.  Her father had been his greatest confidant, his most trusted scientific ally.  Keeping his children alive had been a sort of... Monument to that.  And she had shown such promise as a soldier, rising through his ranks with such ease.  She always did what she was told without hesitation.  Without fear, she would torment, torture, and kill all he told her to, even after all that he did to her and the idiot brother of hers...  She still listened and answered to him with pride.

But then, something changed.  She’d vanished, deserted their cause entirely, coming back once to denounce it entirely.  He’d tried to kill her then, but she’d escaped.  But now, he had her again.  Her spirit and body had been broken numerous times, more than it had ever been in her youth.  

He figured she must have been forming some sort of rebellion, but she’d yet to crack, no information was spilled.  It was troubling and infuriating to have such a major threat around and still alive, but he had no choice, he had to find out what she was up to out there in the world.

She was due for another session, in fact.  He straightens up in his seat, calling to one of his guards.

“Where is the Corporal?  I sent him for the prisoner an hour ago.”

“Perhaps he was met with insubordination.  That prisoner is very volatile.”

“I’m well aware.  The Corporal has his orders.”  The Czar groans, sitting up a little straighter.  It wasn’t like the Corporal to be late, especially for not such a simple task.  “Four of you, come with me.  He’s obviously had some trouble along the way.”  Four of the guards shuffle forward, flanking him.  “Unless if- God forbid- she’s managed to turn him against me-”

He’s cut off by several gasps. Followed by cracking and a few garbled groans as the four men around him have all been skewered by over a dozen sharpened bone attacks.  The others in the hall all arm themselves and move forward, but after a few seconds, more bones shoot up, impaling the others.  The bones all shift suddenly to the left, tearing them to boney pieces.  In seconds, his elite are dust.  Footsteps echo through the now empty space, and a pointed voice, heavy with quiet rage, booms over the silence.

“Nah, he was a faithful bootlicker til the end.”

She approaches with a slight limp, reaching up to dust off her shoulder.  A small cloud of fine white dust wafts around her as she walks.  In her free hand, a bone club drags behind her, carving a line in the settling dust.

“Hey, Escrow.”

He flinches.  His old name.  He hadn’t heard it in years.  The last person who used it had been... Him.  The girl’s father.  What a fool he’d been.  His mind is racing.  How many of his men had she taken out?  She’d taken out about fifteen of his men just now- He was such a fool.  She’d done it that first day, killing one of his guards.  And he kept her around.  If her father had lived, he would have told him not to trust her.  That look in her eye, it was... Terrifying.  It was... Determined.

Fear creeps in.  

“Not so tough without your sorry little army, huh?  Not so tough and strong when you aren’t surrounded by your freaks and super soldiers...  Not so tough when you’re up against your Chief enforcer, huh?”  She cracks her neck to one side, and then the other.  “I’ve been here hundreds of times but I’ll never forget that first time.  I was ten.  Your Corporal dragged me and my brother out of our beds and dragged us here in the middle of the night.  You tied us up in front of our parents, threatening to pull us apart or dust us...  It was a punishment for my parents.”

“They betrayed me, they betrayed our society-”

“This isn’t a society, it’s a prison.  You know that.”  She withdraws a cigarette and lights it with a flit of fire magic.  She takes a deep drag, letting the smoke billow out of her eyes and nose.  “You killed them for wanting a better life for their kids.”  She spits the cigarette out at his feet, snuffing it out with the end of a club.  He winces, disgusted.

“You dare speak to me-”

“Oh, hell yeah I do.”  

More bone attacks then he’s ever seen shoot from the earth, surrounding the pair.  Every inch of the ground is covered.  The force of the bones shift the dust again.  He can’t even step back.  He’s stuck fast.  When he tries to speak, a bone comes out and juts through him completely, widening slightly wth each second.  He gasps, his chest filling with dust.

“Sorry, can’t let you walk away, Escrow.  My mom couldn’t walk away.  Dad neither.  Or my brother.  Or any of the other members of our ‘society’ that you killed.”  The bones part for her so she can come closer.  “When you’re gone, there’s gonna be next to no one left, you killed so many people.”  She reaches and lights another cigarette, blowing the smoke into his face.  “You’re the Czar of an empire of dust.”

“A..Activate..”

“What?”  She grabs him and pulls him off the bone club that’s holding him in place, “Activate what, scum?  You’ve got nothing left.  I know you, I know you in a couple timelines.  You’re nothing without your soldiers.”

“Hehh...You forget who I am, Dingbat.”  He reaches up, putting his boney hand over hers, “I may be your leader, you Czar, but before that, I am..A..Scientist.”  He coughs her smoke back at her, as well as dust from his crumbling body.  “Activate... The Test subjects.  All of them.  Protocol Omega-”

The bones all shoot inward towards the pair.  Blinded suddenly by rage and fear, it takes less than a second to obliterate Escrow.  Several of the blows glance off of Chief too, knocking her down about two hundred HP.  It hurts.  For the first time in years, it hurts.

And soon, she’s alone.  The bones vanish and there’s only dust and the remains of armor and robes, left by Escrow and his men.  She’s shaking.  It’s over, its really over- HE is over.  She drops to her knees.  Breaths coming out slowly and unevenly.  Tears, the first since she was a child, cut through the dust and grime on her cheeks.  What now?

There’s a roar.  Then there’s a second roar, a third and a fourth follow.  A memory blooms in her mind, something Skinny had said about ‘secret projects’ and locked doors- Chief had always figured her Escrow didn’t have projects like that.  But as she turned around, wiping her lone tears away, she realized that there were shreds of horrifying truth.  Four massive, lumbering figures approach her, four hideous creations of Escrow’s design.  To her horror, there were faces she recognized, melded into the ‘flesh’ of this figures.  

She stands.  

Her master was dead.  He whole reason for living.  Might as well go out with a bang.

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1/3

“Get up, scum.”

Chief lifted her head slowly, more out of pain than anything.  She’s exhausted, worn down from the weeks of endless torture and hourly beatings.  Since being thrust back into her home timeline, it’s been nearly nonstop since being captured.  She was a traitor, a criminal against all the HE stood for.  She’d left her post, left her duties behind- turned her back on HIM and her whole world...  She’d been better for it, until now.

She spits at the figure before her.  She figures if she pisses one of them off enough, they’ll just kill her, and get it over with.  No such luck.  She hears an audible crack as a weapon makes contact with her forehead. What’s another crack?  HE would just fix it only to break it all over again.  She doesn’t even wince.  She’s pulled to her feet and dragged a few feet before she’s shoved forward.

“Walk.”

She does, but she does so slowly, dragging her feet.  Do it.  Take me out.  Do it.  HE doesn’t get the satisfaction. 

As suspected, she feels the sharp jab in the center of her back, knocking her to the ground.  It doesn’t hurt, nothing does.  She groans anyway, but makes no effort get get up.  She feels a boot on her back, pressing down.  There’s a creak and crack from her back in protest, but no words escape her.

“You’re being difficult.  It’s pissin’ me off.”  The figure reached down and slid his hand down the front of her skull, jamming the fingers into her eye sockets and wrenching her head up.  “Are you stupid or something?”

“Just tired, Caesar.”  She hisses through clenched jaws, “Just waiting for one of you bootlickers to just kill me already.”  Immediately her skull is shoved back down into the dirt.  The figure has crouched low so he can whisper to her in a low, menacing voice.

“That’s Corporal to you, maggot.”  He digs her face into the dirt a little, “And I’m sure you’d love to end your worthless life now, but you aren’t getting out that easy, not after what you’ve done.”

Before she can respond she’s wrenched to her feet again.

“The Czar should have killed you years ago.  You’ve been nothing but trouble since we dragged you in here.”

“Trouble that did a better job with assignments than you ever could-”

She’s on the ground again, a heavy boot on her neck.  Good.

“Listen here you no good piece of bone meal, you’re as good as dead here, you hear me?  You’ve been hanging on the coattails of your rotten parents.  God knows why, your old man was the biggest traitor we’ve ever dealt with.  We shoulda’ wiped out your whole damn traitorous brood.  That bastard father of yours and his useless, human-loving wife...  Not to mention that sniveling, stain of a brother of yours...  Remember him?  The one who’s face we rearrange-”

A trio of massive, sharp bones shoot up from the earth, the largest of which shove Corporal away from her.  She leaps to her feet, hands shaking and chest heaving.  No one had brought Cooper up until now.  Her father and mother, sure, but never the boy, never him.  Her parents had been traitors, but Cooper?  Cooper did nothing wrong.  His only crime was being small and caring about his family.

Before Corporal can ever respond, Chief is there, nearly nose to nose with the short, stocky skeleton.  Something in her snapped for the first time since her capture.  An old, manic frenzy for fighting, a bloodlust and desperation to win has set in.  She grabs him by the throat and throws him down, pinning him down with about six sharpened bone attacks.  He thrashes to free himself but to no avail, Chief has made up her mind on how to move forward from the moment.  For her.  For Cooper.

“Oh, I remember my brother.  I remember what you and the others did to him.  How you messed him up so bad that he couldn’t speak or see, but you kept him around, throwing things and taunting him, all while you called me comrade.  Oh, I remember what you did.”  She steps down harder, the armor he wore doing very little to save him.  She’s tapped into that deep well of strength that was only tapped when she felt pure, murderous rage.  “And for what you’ve got left in your miserable life... You’ll remember it too.”

She forms a club in her hand and jams it down in between Corporals eyes.  He calls out, but its cut off as another club comes down into his mouth.  After a few more strikes, his face is barely recognizable as such.

“You could have been a good man, Caesar.  They exist outside of this rotten place.  Too bad you’ll never get to see what I mean.”

With a final shove of a club, the remaining structure of his skull shatters and he dusts out from under her.  She takes a shaking breath, staring down at the pile of dust swirling around her feet.  It felt... So good.  So good to win, so good to be in control again.  After a few moments of silence, she looks up, rage in her eyes and a flame in her soul.  She was done with this.  If no one was going to kill her, then she better get out there and get some killing done herself.

In this world, it’s kill or be killed and you do what you have to do to stay alive.

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How’s the reset treating you, Skinny?

😈*Oh, so we can talk about it?

😈*It didn’t effect me, I was asked to leave the high rise and go back to my TL, and when I got back I couldn’t get back until today. I figured the top dog just wanted me out because I caused too much trouble. As far as I know, none of the other Alts got reset like Classic did.

😈*Which is why I’m really worried about them- Chief especially. Chief’s TL was already against her before everything fell apart, I can’t imagine how shitty it must be there now.

😈*Bo.exe wanted to keep her safe, why would she send her back to an awful place like that?!

😈*I dunno if she... If she’s even still alive in there.

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@bonepranks

😈* Would you or classic -or both of you- maybe come with me?

😈*I’m not strong enough to last in her TL alone for very long. My usual tricks don’t really work on those maniacs.

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😈*looks like it’s just me here :/

😈*I tried peeking into Chief’s TL and it looks worse than the last time I saw it.

😈*I hope she’s okay... No joke, it looks way more dangerous.

[boneyhighrise]

😈*Phew!

😈*That was an ordeal, huh?

[vertebralheights]

With a gasp from the sting of alcohol, Bo tossed the bottle to the ground.  It shattered, brown glass exploding around her feet as she walked.  She didn’t really have an idea of where she was going until she was there.  The abandoned high rise, that once held her alternates.  Most of them had all returned to their own timelines following various emotional turmoils.  As far she she knew, there was only one person left in the building.  And that was who she wanted to see.

The door was unlocked.  She kicked it to open it.  The place looked the same as always.

“Hey.  Bo.EXE?”  Bo’s speech is slightly slurred from the vodka, but her head feels quite clear.  She knows what she’s doing.  “We gotta talk, dude.  About.. Ya know, that thing we talked about.”  She leaned on the wall, waiting for the alt to appear.  Typical of her behavior, the room went cold and dark, and the figure manifested herself, blocky pixelated limbs manifested themselves until she was complete, leaning on the wall opposite Bo, mirroring her body language.

“Hel lO, B0.”  Bo.EXE’s voice was jilted and shakey, as if it had gone through a voice scrambling filter.  “Y0uvE rec0nsid3rd my 0ff3r?”

“Yeah…  I’ve thought a lot about it.  You’re right, of course.  You’re the smart one.”

“0nly @s smart as y0u.  We’3e th3 sa m e.”

Bo chuckled, standing up a slittle straighter.

“So, do you need anything from me, if we’re gonna do this?”

“N0t r3ally.”

“And it’s not gonna hurt or anything?”

“Y0u w0nt ev3n kn0 w its ha ppenIn g.”

Bo nods slowly.

“So… How far back will we go?”

“mmMM…  A fe W m0nths.  LikEly be4 y0u f0und a w@y t0 the UG.”

“…Will I be able to remeber-”

“M@ybe.  I’ve b33n talking to a few G@sters fr0m oth3r TLs wh0 figur3 you mIght recaLL.”

“…Okay.  It’s something I gotta- WE gotta risk, you know?  To be better.  For us and-”

“F0R L@rk.”

The pair smile and nod.

“Yeah.  For the kid.”

They went outside to do what needed to be done.  Bo watches as Bo.EXE seemed to tear through the air, wrenching her hand into nothing and grabbing it by strands of code.

“R3@dy?”

“You know it.”

A deep breth, and a final wrenching motion-

Bo feels a hand tap on her cheek.  Her eyelights flit into view.  Lark is staring down at her, his whiteboard held aloft.

“RISE AND SHINE!!!  CAN WE HAVE OMLETTES FOR BREAKFAST?”

She blinks.  It really had been that fast, huh?  She sat up.  Her place was clean again, like it had been before.  No bottles.  No cigarettes.  Just her apartment, and her instruments, her books, and her kid.  Her smiling kid.

What had happened- Whatever had happened.  It was fine now.

All fine.

[vertebralheights]

((let me know if you want Bo to remember your muse after her reset.))

[boneyhighrise]

((this goes for alts too))