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Good, good.

So uh what've you been up to over there, anyway?

I swear...

…Point well taken. Doesn’t mean I can’t try to help regardless.

Then I ask you this. If you have such knowledge, counsel my son if you can. I don’t ask you to free him, but help him to see clearly? What I worry about most is Albert clouding his mind like he has Thomas’. I understand a… noninterference policy… but within whatever you are permitted and willing to do…

Please.

Help him.

I'll do my best, ma'am.

I swear...

I try to be a benevolent force in the multiverse and do some good, unlike the REST of my kind who seem fit to just control shit from the background…

And everyone fucking thinks I’m some sort of fucking closet demon trying to eat their children or some shit.

Lucky most of us can’t have kids yeah?

Look, try to look at it from our perspective. For most of us, people who seem big, or seem ta have a lot of power or resources, don’t really give ‘em away ‘round here without another motive. Or without bein’ batshit.

...Point well taken. Doesn't mean I can't try to help regardless.

I swear...

I try to be a benevolent force in the multiverse and do some good, unlike the REST of my kind who seem fit to just control shit from the background...

And everyone fucking thinks I'm some sort of fucking closet demon trying to eat their children or some shit.

You called?

…If you’re who I called. Protect my son.

Deity or not, not everyone has problems that can be solved.

I just want to get my son somewhere safe for him, mentally, physically, emotionally, where he can live the long and happy life he deserves to have.

Thus far I haven’t seen much reason for your contacting me.

Was just trying to say, we're here, we're listening.

If you want, I'll leave.

You called?

…If you’re who I called. Protect my son.

Don’t worry ma’am, I have it on good authority that he’ll… well, he won’t die, at least. Beyond that, either things I can’t talk about, or things Will isn’t telling me.

…Death is hardly the only terrible thing that could happen to him there.

Again, I'm on a bit of a leash here with what I can and can't say.

There's a fine line between being a benevolent deity, and being someone who just goes around solving everyone's problems and telling them what's going to happen to them.

…

Suddenly, a fish taco appears out of nowhere and falls on Copy’s head.

How’s that for god bullshit. Punk.

Motherfucker.

He wipes his hair, mumbling something about a bath later.

See there ya go not livin’ up ta your name. Ain’t nothin’ logical about fish in a taco, or that taco bein’ on my head.

'Sides the faceless idiots do stuff like that all the time. You're basically just one of them.

...Okay you know what.

I was trying to, y'know, respect the fourth wall.

But fuck this.

Fuck this and everything about this.

You want a display of godhood, give me a second and I'll fucking give you one.

Hope ya ain’t gettin’ paid for that title.

Oh like I’m the only one in charge of the multiverse.

There are like… at least ten of us.

And that’s just the ones I KNOW.

Who said ya were in charge of anythin’ other than the general concept of logic ‘n order?

Not that I buy that god bullshit for a minute man.

...

Suddenly, a fish taco appears out of nowhere and falls on Copy's head.

How's that for god bullshit. Punk.

You called?

…If you’re who I called. Protect my son.

Well, uh, ma’am, I’m not the one in charge of that, but I’ll put a bug in the right, uh, ‘person’s’ proverbial ear about it. I was just the only one listening, I suppose.

…I see.

Well, you do what you can, I suppose.

Don't worry ma'am, I have it on good authority that he'll... well, he won't die, at least. Beyond that, either things I can't talk about, or things Will isn't telling me.

childoflogic started following you

….logic my ass. Shit if there was any logic ta the multiverse left it flew out the window this evenin’.

…I’ll pass that on to the tidal forces of reality that chose my name.

Hope ya ain’t gettin’ paid for that title.

Oh like I'm the only one in charge of the multiverse.

There are like... at least ten of us.

And that's just the ones I KNOW.

childoflogic started following you

….logic my ass. Shit if there was any logic ta the multiverse left it flew out the window this evenin’.

...I'll pass that on to the tidal forces of reality that chose my name.

You called?

…If you’re who I called. Protect my son.

Well, uh, ma'am, I'm not the one in charge of that, but I'll put a bug in the right, uh, 'person's' proverbial ear about it. I was just the only one listening, I suppose.

thecheapandevilgirl

I apologize for my counterpart's lack of tact. I do believe the phrase he was looking for was 'femme fatale.'

Thank you.

Do you have to deal with that idiocy all day?

Seeing as we are effectively different parts of the same person?

Unfortunately, yes.

willsetsout-blog

So, how does Father Light expect you to ever 'complete' your task, if you've been working at it for so long and it's not done? What if it's never able to be finished? What if things always break and need to be fixed, or there are always more optimizations to be made? Will you really spend an eternity working, without taking any time to relax and be close to those who care about you and who you care for in turn?

If that is what Father asks of me.

My work is not a task with a simple start and finish, no: it’s maintaining and increasing the available power for the City.

It’s important.

You said it yourself.

"I’m not certain whether Father would approve… He needs me to complete my work."

What if that never happens?

You can take breaks, you know. All work and no play makes Jack Torrance a murderous psychopath.

Remember where you almost died? When he was there to save you? Remember you went ... up, instead of down? Well, that building still holds its fair share of secrets. Check the basement. It'll change your life.

…

i still dont like u.

Suddenly, a 3DS XL and a copy of Ocarina of TIme 3D appear in Roxy’s lap, along with a case containing a metric shitload of games ([1] [2] [3]).

Roxy’s reaction is very similar to this, before cautiously poking the items. Then moving to properly investigate them before sending a message back.

okay.

accepted.

warn me if you do that again, though?

i lost my drunk.

Uh, here’s a warning, then. I forgot to give you the charger. Tell me when.

…oh

uh…ok?

A charger appears in Roxy's lap, along with the other crap I sent her.

Heh, even I can make mistakes. Somehow.

Remember where you almost died? When he was there to save you? Remember you went ... up, instead of down? Well, that building still holds its fair share of secrets. Check the basement. It'll change your life.

…

i still dont like u.

Suddenly, a 3DS XL and a copy of Ocarina of TIme 3D appear in Roxy’s lap, along with a case containing a metric shitload of games ([1] [2] [3]).

Roxy’s reaction is very similar to this, before cautiously poking the items. Then moving to properly investigate them before sending a message back.

okay.

accepted.

warn me if you do that again, though?

i lost my drunk.

Uh, here’s a warning, then. I forgot to give you the charger. Tell me when.

Remember where you almost died? When he was there to save you? Remember you went ... up, instead of down? Well, that building still holds its fair share of secrets. Check the basement. It'll change your life.

…

i still dont like u.

Ahem. Sorry. Force of habit. It’s just more fun to be confusing and enigmatic than it is to be a buzzkill and hand-hold everyone through their problems.

you can be enigmatic or some shit.

just…

not creepy.

and stalkery.

please and thank you.

…Would you accept a peace offering?

…maybe.

as long as it’s not creepy.