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#community life smp #clsmp #sparrow stories

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aphrodite-is-tma

we moved on from juggling lab too fast y'all

I call this one jorkin my peanits

wrigglewormz

I feel like having wings violently burst out of your back would just feel really good. Like itd feel awful but also itd feel really satisfying.

RECORDING TRANSCRIPT. From RI archives.

11 JULY 2026

Location: The Garden (Holding Cell #2028-B-S)

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RECORDING BEGINS.

[Low static.]

Subject is unresponsive. No reaction to the triggers of a Game. Vitals remain stable. Magic remains... undetectable. Still unsure of what's going on with her — our best guess is that she's in some self-induced stasis. Given the nature of the subject, we thought she might wake upon the start of a small experiment, but that proved to be false. The key may be one of the official experiments. We'll keep monitoring her in the meantime.

[Click.]

RECORDING ENDS.

sage? are you there?

i don't know if this will reach you

Sage's head jerks up from his notebook at the crackling of the speaker. It- it's been weeks, since anyone other than a Redstone Inc Employee spoke to him, he had started to fear that- that they'd cut him off again.

He's not going to let this go to waste if he can help it, but- the low quality of the speaker makes it hard to tell who's there.

"Hello? I- I'm there, you've reached me! Who- Who is it?" Please god let it be a friend. I'm so tired of enemies.

it's me, s̸̛̠̓p̴̣̏a̷͙͑̏r̴͕̾͐r̷̭͒̏o̸̲̾̓w̸͉̃.

[the tone of her voice is distant and distorted, almost dreamlike]

i don't know how long it's been. are you doing alright?

An enemy then. So be it.

"Sparrow? I- I don't know how long it's been either. I tried tracking meal cycles but before I got my notebook it was- hard. It's been weeks though, maybe months, I know that for sure." There's something about Sparrow's tone... The boy from Sea Life who was Sparrow's friend and confidant is still somewhere inside him, crying that- that something is wrong with Sparrow, that he should be concerned. No matter the cruelty.

"I'm- I'm doing about as well as I could be. Are- are you okay? What's happening to you?"

i'm in a sort of stasis. self-induced, for the most part. no need to worry. the scientists won't be able to get any data on me no matter what they do to my body.

...

[quiet, frustrated] i'm sorry i couldn't get you out. i thought—nevermind.

have you been able to access the in between? see anyone else?

There's a twinge of jealousy as she explains her 'stasis'. A passing bitterness that Sparrow can just- trance this terrible middle time away, when he's forced to endure every moment of it.

He just shuts his eyes at the reminder of her promise to get him out. It's not worth thinking about. What- what's one more broken promise from Sparrow, right?

"No I-." His voice cracks. "I've been stuck in here. I don't even know what- what happened after I died, except for-." His voice stalls at the thought of the death loop he'd thrown himself into. The pain and blissful absence, over and over and over again. But he'll be dammed if he ever lets himself be vulnerable in front of Sparrow again. So he pivots.

"Can you still access the in-between?"

...i don't know. everywhere is so much more difficult to reach. the paths are hidden from me. i didn't even know if this would be able to reach you—redstone inc is able to do something to block me from everyone else. something with the f̸̟̠̌i̴͙̺̓r̵͙͓̃̄e̷̘͖̕w̸̼̉̉à̶̯̦̇l̸̜̳̀̉l̵̗̮͆̊s̶̬̼̊

are you sure you've been doing okay? your c̴̮̿̎o̷̤͗͋d̵̘̰͆͘ę̷̪͒͝ isn't as bright as it used to be.

Sage almost snorts at the question. Yeah sure he's doing great stuck in a tiny cell with nothing to do and no windows and no knowledge of where his friends are or if they're safe and no way to get home. But in the end his shoulders just slump. He could almost pretend that Sparrow cared.

"There was an- incident, in the in-between after I died, that got me removed and taken here. And-... There are no windows, no sky here. Nothing to do but write in the one book they've given me and wait." He doesn't talk about flying, about dreaming of a beautiful night sky and flying with someone unknowable who he loves and adores in some other world. He doesn't talk about waking up with that itchy restless feeling and no way to fix it. Sparrow can't fix it this time, and even if she could... he doesn't know if he'd let her.

oh. void below, sage. i'm so sorry. i wish—i wish i could help. is there anything i can do? give you some plants, a book, anything?

"No." The response comes harsher and faster than even he expects, but he reals it back as he continues to speak.

"I- anything I want, you can't help with. And- I don't want to owe you anything going into the next game. It- it's going to be a fresh start. It's got to be."

He takes a breath. If he closes his eyes he can almost pretend he's back in the forests of the simulation. ...How far has he fallen for that to be what he longs for?

"I'm fine. Okay? I don't need your pity."

[hurt, but resigned] it's not—it's not pity. and you wouldn't owe me anything—you never have to owe me anything.

if that's what you want, though, i can leave you alone.

"I-" The part of him that's been alone, alone, ALONE- rebels at the thought of asking her to stop. Anyone is better than no one, right? But- if he talks to her any longer, he's going to do something stupid. Like forget that she can't be trusted.

"...That is what I want."

He ignores the taste of ash on his tongue. He's not lying. He's not.

okay. good luck in the next game. if it ever happens. i hope you get to see the sky soon.

sage? are you there?

i don't know if this will reach you

Sage's head jerks up from his notebook at the crackling of the speaker. It- it's been weeks, since anyone other than a Redstone Inc Employee spoke to him, he had started to fear that- that they'd cut him off again.

He's not going to let this go to waste if he can help it, but- the low quality of the speaker makes it hard to tell who's there.

"Hello? I- I'm there, you've reached me! Who- Who is it?" Please god let it be a friend. I'm so tired of enemies.

it's me, s̸̛̠̓p̴̣̏a̷͙͑̏r̴͕̾͐r̷̭͒̏o̸̲̾̓w̸͉̃.

[the tone of her voice is distant and distorted, almost dreamlike]

i don't know how long it's been. are you doing alright?

An enemy then. So be it.

"Sparrow? I- I don't know how long it's been either. I tried tracking meal cycles but before I got my notebook it was- hard. It's been weeks though, maybe months, I know that for sure." There's something about Sparrow's tone... The boy from Sea Life who was Sparrow's friend and confidant is still somewhere inside him, crying that- that something is wrong with Sparrow, that he should be concerned. No matter the cruelty.

"I'm- I'm doing about as well as I could be. Are- are you okay? What's happening to you?"

i'm in a sort of stasis. self-induced, for the most part. no need to worry. the scientists won't be able to get any data on me no matter what they do to my body.

...

[quiet, frustrated] i'm sorry i couldn't get you out. i thought—nevermind.

have you been able to access the in between? see anyone else?

There's a twinge of jealousy as she explains her 'stasis'. A passing bitterness that Sparrow can just- trance this terrible middle time away, when he's forced to endure every moment of it.

He just shuts his eyes at the reminder of her promise to get him out. It's not worth thinking about. What- what's one more broken promise from Sparrow, right?

"No I-." His voice cracks. "I've been stuck in here. I don't even know what- what happened after I died, except for-." His voice stalls at the thought of the death loop he'd thrown himself into. The pain and blissful absence, over and over and over again. But he'll be dammed if he ever lets himself be vulnerable in front of Sparrow again. So he pivots.

"Can you still access the in-between?"

...i don't know. everywhere is so much more difficult to reach. the paths are hidden from me. i didn't even know if this would be able to reach you—redstone inc is able to do something to block me from everyone else. something with the f̸̟̠̌i̴͙̺̓r̵͙͓̃̄e̷̘͖̕w̸̼̉̉à̶̯̦̇l̸̜̳̀̉l̵̗̮͆̊s̶̬̼̊

are you sure you've been doing okay? your c̴̮̿̎o̷̤͗͋d̵̘̰͆͘ę̷̪͒͝ isn't as bright as it used to be.

Sage almost snorts at the question. Yeah sure he's doing great stuck in a tiny cell with nothing to do and no windows and no knowledge of where his friends are or if they're safe and no way to get home. But in the end his shoulders just slump. He could almost pretend that Sparrow cared.

"There was an- incident, in the in-between after I died, that got me removed and taken here. And-... There are no windows, no sky here. Nothing to do but write in the one book they've given me and wait." He doesn't talk about flying, about dreaming of a beautiful night sky and flying with someone unknowable who he loves and adores in some other world. He doesn't talk about waking up with that itchy restless feeling and no way to fix it. Sparrow can't fix it this time, and even if she could... he doesn't know if he'd let her.

oh. void below, sage. i'm so sorry. i wish—i wish i could help. is there anything i can do? give you some plants, a book, anything?

"No." The response comes harsher and faster than even he expects, but he reals it back as he continues to speak.

"I- anything I want, you can't help with. And- I don't want to owe you anything going into the next game. It- it's going to be a fresh start. It's got to be."

He takes a breath. If he closes his eyes he can almost pretend he's back in the forests of the simulation. ...How far has he fallen for that to be what he longs for?

"I'm fine. Okay? I don't need your pity."

[hurt, but resigned] it's not—it's not pity. and you wouldn't owe me anything—you never have to owe me anything.

if that's what you want, though, i can leave you alone.

sage? are you there?

i don't know if this will reach you

Sage's head jerks up from his notebook at the crackling of the speaker. It- it's been weeks, since anyone other than a Redstone Inc Employee spoke to him, he had started to fear that- that they'd cut him off again.

He's not going to let this go to waste if he can help it, but- the low quality of the speaker makes it hard to tell who's there.

"Hello? I- I'm there, you've reached me! Who- Who is it?" Please god let it be a friend. I'm so tired of enemies.

it's me, s̸̛̠̓p̴̣̏a̷͙͑̏r̴͕̾͐r̷̭͒̏o̸̲̾̓w̸͉̃.

[the tone of her voice is distant and distorted, almost dreamlike]

i don't know how long it's been. are you doing alright?

An enemy then. So be it.

"Sparrow? I- I don't know how long it's been either. I tried tracking meal cycles but before I got my notebook it was- hard. It's been weeks though, maybe months, I know that for sure." There's something about Sparrow's tone... The boy from Sea Life who was Sparrow's friend and confidant is still somewhere inside him, crying that- that something is wrong with Sparrow, that he should be concerned. No matter the cruelty.

"I'm- I'm doing about as well as I could be. Are- are you okay? What's happening to you?"

i'm in a sort of stasis. self-induced, for the most part. no need to worry. the scientists won't be able to get any data on me no matter what they do to my body.

...

[quiet, frustrated] i'm sorry i couldn't get you out. i thought—nevermind.

have you been able to access the in between? see anyone else?

There's a twinge of jealousy as she explains her 'stasis'. A passing bitterness that Sparrow can just- trance this terrible middle time away, when he's forced to endure every moment of it.

He just shuts his eyes at the reminder of her promise to get him out. It's not worth thinking about. What- what's one more broken promise from Sparrow, right?

"No I-." His voice cracks. "I've been stuck in here. I don't even know what- what happened after I died, except for-." His voice stalls at the thought of the death loop he'd thrown himself into. The pain and blissful absence, over and over and over again. But he'll be dammed if he ever lets himself be vulnerable in front of Sparrow again. So he pivots.

"Can you still access the in-between?"

...i don't know. everywhere is so much more difficult to reach. the paths are hidden from me. i didn't even know if this would be able to reach you—redstone inc is able to do something to block me from everyone else. something with the f̸̟̠̌i̴͙̺̓r̵͙͓̃̄e̷̘͖̕w̸̼̉̉à̶̯̦̇l̸̜̳̀̉l̵̗̮͆̊s̶̬̼̊

are you sure you've been doing okay? your c̴̮̿̎o̷̤͗͋d̵̘̰͆͘ę̷̪͒͝ isn't as bright as it used to be.

Sage almost snorts at the question. Yeah sure he's doing great stuck in a tiny cell with nothing to do and no windows and no knowledge of where his friends are or if they're safe and no way to get home. But in the end his shoulders just slump. He could almost pretend that Sparrow cared.

"There was an- incident, in the in-between after I died, that got me removed and taken here. And-... There are no windows, no sky here. Nothing to do but write in the one book they've given me and wait." He doesn't talk about flying, about dreaming of a beautiful night sky and flying with someone unknowable who he loves and adores in some other world. He doesn't talk about waking up with that itchy restless feeling and no way to fix it. Sparrow can't fix it this time, and even if she could... he doesn't know if he'd let her.

oh. void below, sage. i'm so sorry. i wish—i wish i could help. is there anything i can do? give you some plants, a book, anything?

sage? are you there?

i don't know if this will reach you

Sage's head jerks up from his notebook at the crackling of the speaker. It- it's been weeks, since anyone other than a Redstone Inc Employee spoke to him, he had started to fear that- that they'd cut him off again.

He's not going to let this go to waste if he can help it, but- the low quality of the speaker makes it hard to tell who's there.

"Hello? I- I'm there, you've reached me! Who- Who is it?" Please god let it be a friend. I'm so tired of enemies.

it's me, s̸̛̠̓p̴̣̏a̷͙͑̏r̴͕̾͐r̷̭͒̏o̸̲̾̓w̸͉̃.

[the tone of her voice is distant and distorted, almost dreamlike]

i don't know how long it's been. are you doing alright?

An enemy then. So be it.

"Sparrow? I- I don't know how long it's been either. I tried tracking meal cycles but before I got my notebook it was- hard. It's been weeks though, maybe months, I know that for sure." There's something about Sparrow's tone... The boy from Sea Life who was Sparrow's friend and confidant is still somewhere inside him, crying that- that something is wrong with Sparrow, that he should be concerned. No matter the cruelty.

"I'm- I'm doing about as well as I could be. Are- are you okay? What's happening to you?"

i'm in a sort of stasis. self-induced, for the most part. no need to worry. the scientists won't be able to get any data on me no matter what they do to my body.

...

[quiet, frustrated] i'm sorry i couldn't get you out. i thought—nevermind.

have you been able to access the in between? see anyone else?

There's a twinge of jealousy as she explains her 'stasis'. A passing bitterness that Sparrow can just- trance this terrible middle time away, when he's forced to endure every moment of it.

He just shuts his eyes at the reminder of her promise to get him out. It's not worth thinking about. What- what's one more broken promise from Sparrow, right?

"No I-." His voice cracks. "I've been stuck in here. I don't even know what- what happened after I died, except for-." His voice stalls at the thought of the death loop he'd thrown himself into. The pain and blissful absence, over and over and over again. But he'll be dammed if he ever lets himself be vulnerable in front of Sparrow again. So he pivots.

"Can you still access the in-between?"

...i don't know. everywhere is so much more difficult to reach. the paths are hidden from me. i didn't even know if this would be able to reach you—redstone inc is able to do something to block me from everyone else. something with the f̸̟̠̌i̴͙̺̓r̵͙͓̃̄e̷̘͖̕w̸̼̉̉à̶̯̦̇l̸̜̳̀̉l̵̗̮͆̊s̶̬̼̊

are you sure you've been doing okay? your c̴̮̿̎o̷̤͗͋d̵̘̰͆͘ę̷̪͒͝ isn't as bright as it used to be.

sage? are you there?

i don't know if this will reach you

Sage's head jerks up from his notebook at the crackling of the speaker. It- it's been weeks, since anyone other than a Redstone Inc Employee spoke to him, he had started to fear that- that they'd cut him off again.

He's not going to let this go to waste if he can help it, but- the low quality of the speaker makes it hard to tell who's there.

"Hello? I- I'm there, you've reached me! Who- Who is it?" Please god let it be a friend. I'm so tired of enemies.

it's me, s̸̛̠̓p̴̣̏a̷͙͑̏r̴͕̾͐r̷̭͒̏o̸̲̾̓w̸͉̃.

[the tone of her voice is distant and distorted, almost dreamlike]

i don't know how long it's been. are you doing alright?

An enemy then. So be it.

"Sparrow? I- I don't know how long it's been either. I tried tracking meal cycles but before I got my notebook it was- hard. It's been weeks though, maybe months, I know that for sure." There's something about Sparrow's tone... The boy from Sea Life who was Sparrow's friend and confidant is still somewhere inside him, crying that- that something is wrong with Sparrow, that he should be concerned. No matter the cruelty.

"I'm- I'm doing about as well as I could be. Are- are you okay? What's happening to you?"

i'm in a sort of stasis. self-induced, for the most part. no need to worry. the scientists won't be able to get any data on me no matter what they do to my body.

...

[quiet, frustrated] i'm sorry i couldn't get you out. i thought—nevermind.

have you been able to access the in between? see anyone else?

sage? are you there?

i don't know if this will reach you

Sage's head jerks up from his notebook at the crackling of the speaker. It- it's been weeks, since anyone other than a Redstone Inc Employee spoke to him, he had started to fear that- that they'd cut him off again.

He's not going to let this go to waste if he can help it, but- the low quality of the speaker makes it hard to tell who's there.

"Hello? I- I'm there, you've reached me! Who- Who is it?" Please god let it be a friend. I'm so tired of enemies.

it's me, s̸̛̠̓p̴̣̏a̷͙͑̏r̴͕̾͐r̷̭͒̏o̸̲̾̓w̸͉̃.

[the tone of her voice is distant and distorted, almost dreamlike]

i don't know how long it's been. are you doing alright?

#clsmp #sparrow speaks

....sage? i'm sorry i couldn't get you. i tried, i swear i did, but—

i failed. you and beetle, i failed both of you. i'm sorry.

"...Sparrow?" He doesn't know whether to believe her. Doesn't- doesn't know if this is genuine or if she 'tried' the same way that she was 'being held hostage' by Trizzin. ...He's long since found that he can't trust his own judgement when it comes to her. Can't ever tell if she is lying or not. Not- not for certain.

"It's fine. It- it's what I expected anyway. Right? I'm never getting out of here. Not unless I play by- unless I play by their rules."

He smiles bitterly. "I guess you were right. In the end. It- It's all a fucking game."

#community life smp #clsmp #sparrow speaks

they found a way to keep me from the others' cells, so... yeah. i don't think you'll make it out until the experiments end.

i'm sorry.

RECORDING TRANSCRIPT. From RI archives.

11 APRIL 2026

Location: Storage Bay 12

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RECORDING BEGINS.

[Low static. A high frequency shriek.]

Hello!

[A scream. Something wooden clattering to the floor.

Oh, dear, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you! So sorry... Malena? Is that your name? Yes, I apologize, Malena — here, let me get that for you.

Who—who are you?

Sparrow. I'm one of the test subjects for the Community Life experiment... at least, I was. I'm not sure if I'm still allowed to participate, since I left.

How are you down here!? Shouldn't you be in—in your cell, or something?

Well, see, that's just the problem. I don't exactly remember where it... um. Is. You know, I've just spent so much time elsewhere, and I think I only spent about two weeks in it back in September—

How—?

—and I was hoping you'd be able to bring me back! Or, well, the first person I could find. See, I've just finished making myself a brand new body, 'cause the last one was having some issues, and now I've got to get back to my cell to wait for the next simulation.

I — you—

[A button clicks. A loud klaxon sounds out.]

Oh. Well, I guess calling security works too. Lovely chatting with you, Malena — and again, so sorry for startling you.

[Several footsteps rushing down the hall.]

You—!

No need to point your weapons at me! Void, the hospitality of this place. I'll come willingly, sheesh! I'm just lost.

[Static.]

RECORDING ENDS.

#sparrow stories #community life smp

pillowspace

Remember to give your OC at least 1 feature that makes them impossible to make in most picrews

pillowspace

Remember to give your OC at least 1 feature that makes them impossible to make in most picrews

no hard feelings after the finale, right? cuz it’s just a game :3

(well done killing me, by the way)

No. No hard feelings.. at least from me. But the end was so stressful there. I'm glad it's over.

You're alright... Right?

better than i was. i have to stop by my home server for a while, but i won't be later than three weeks.

So.. you're leaving again?

don't start.

my body is breaking down, fusion. i need to replace it, and i can't do it here.

Fusion. Heh.

So... This is how you really treat her.

It's alright. Go. You'll know where I will be. Stay safe.

!? sorry i don't want to return to pure code ?? you have my feather. call if you need or want anything

Your what?

It's... It's fine. Just go. I'm telling you to. And to stay safe. Is that not the correct thing to say?

[squints]

yeah . i'll see you in two or three weeks. you stay safe, too

#sparrow speaks

no hard feelings after the finale, right? cuz it’s just a game :3

(well done killing me, by the way)

No. No hard feelings.. at least from me. But the end was so stressful there. I'm glad it's over.

You're alright... Right?

better than i was. i have to stop by my home server for a while, but i won't be later than three weeks.

So.. you're leaving again?

don't start.

my body is breaking down, fusion. i need to replace it, and i can't do it here.

Fusion. Heh.

So... This is how you really treat her.

It's alright. Go. You'll know where I will be. Stay safe.