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Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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Noah Kahan
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sheepfilms
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Keni
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Andulka
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Mike Driver
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@crinklecut-kjrp
Crinkle Cut. Medic.
<open file>
Name: unknown
Alias: Crinkle Cut
Pronouns: they/them
Affiliations: —
Location: Moon Dust Rescue
Notes: has been accused of medical malpractice, over prescribing certain painkillers and over using sedatives- no evidence found so far.
(Vodka is searching, having been told what Crinkle tried to do to Gumdrop by several ghosts. The ghosts were able to point him towards Crinkle’s home, and that’s where Vodka finds himself to be approaching in his black sleeveless jacket, the pins glinting in the sun, the ghost fishnet tee and grey ripped jeans underneath that hang over his purple platform boots. He’s clutching a knife in his pocket)
@atomicvodkakilljoy
(Crinkle's home is a 4 roomed shack, clearly a little run down the more it comes into view. Crinkle won't see him approach because they're too busy trying to draft a plan to get back at Cyber and Hollow, dressed in an orange slice shirt and grey jeans tucked into brown boots)
(He frowns the closer he gets, the ghosts flanking him like a small army. He pauses before its too close to speak without being heard, getting his radio out)
-Yo Absinthe…-
@absinthe-kjrp
(He answers while in his basement, a bunsen burner set up)
-Vodka. What do I owe the pleasure to?-
-A joy that made the mistake of coming back from the witch.-
(He hesitates only for a moment)
-I’m here to dust them. Any advice?-
-I see. Murder is a big step for you, Vodka. It’ll feel worse because you’re in control.-
(He observes, moving some things around)
-In terms of advice, you need to keep the upper hand. Be stealthy, use everything to your advantage. If you weren’t already there I’d offer you a chloroform rag…-
-I know. I’m prepared, and I won’t feel guilty about this. They deserve worse.-
(He listens)
-Don’t worry, I found some stuff. Paralytic Whiskey left in the sedative box by mistake.-
-That’s why you’re doing it.-
(He nods to himself)
-Good. Make good use of it, and if you use slightly less it might be more fun… inject it by the hip and it’ll get the legs first and take a while to get the rest of the body.-
-Good to know. Thank you… I’d say wish me luck, but that’s just weird.-
-Maybe to some of us. Good luck, Vodka.-
(He cuts off, going back to his chemistry)
(He puts the radio to silent and approaches the place, grip on the needle as he’s told about the side door)
Alright. This way, then. Keep him distracted.
(Some of the ghosts manage to manifest enough to make some noise by the front door, allowing Vodka to head in through the side)
(He opens the front door, not seeing Vodka slink to the side and scowling as he cleans up the front. He goes back in, stomping around his place)
(He hides in a corner, concentrating on the footsteps. He waits for them to go past before very quietly following them to the kitchen)
Hello, Crinkle.
(He doesn’t wait for a reaction before sticking them with the paralytic for their legs)
(They freeze, and then try to grip the table to stop themself falling)
What have you done to me, you freak?
Just low level paralysis. You’ve done so much worse to me. You tried doing far worse to Gumdrop.
(He shoves the table out of reach with unusual strength, voice almost as cold as the energy surrounding him)
Gumdrop’s innocent. She’s never wanted to hurt anyone. And yet, you sought to use her to get to Cyberhex. An innocent child. Undebatably innocent.
What I did was for your safety. You're a danger to yourself and now you're a cold blooded sicko.
(They go to the ground, still trying to sit up)
I’m not cold blooded, just cold.
(He puts a hand out, and two ghosts fly at Crinkle’s chest to push them to the ground. Vodka crouches with a knife, an almost evil expression to his face)
Do you remember what I begged for? Do you remember what I asked for when I realised what you’d done to me? Hmm?
(Their head hits the floor with a thud, and a small shout of pain slips past their gritted teeth)
...
(Clearly, they've chosen silence in the hopes it'll save them some grief)
I begged to be heard out. I asked for an explanation. I begged you for mercy, Crinkle Cut, and you were lacking.
(His knife, the hilt covered in stickers, presses against their sternum and slowly begins to draw blood- painful on purpose, guided by the ghosts keeping Crinkle from moving)
I heard all of them. The ones you hurt. The ones you left for dead. We judge you. We find you guilty.
(The only sounds that come from them are small, whining pain sounds. They truly believe they were saving them, and the dead ones were simply too weak to survive)
(He opens his mouth to speak again, his voice sounding like multiple voices all at once)
We find you guilty. Know that Vodka allows us here, allows us to speak through him, and wants us to see your fate.
You are guilty. You made people scream and cry and plead and did nothing.
(He drags the knife right down before slashing both of Crinkle’s wrists, eyes almost glowing)
(There's one shriek, then silence as they try to fight off the ghosts- but you can't fight what you can't see. Instead of escaping it just starts to shiver slightly, watching Vodka like they can unnerve him enough to reverse this)
(He isn’t unnerved, but he is frustrated enough to use one final slash to Crinkle’s neck)
Good night, Crinkle Cut.
(The light leaves their eyes silently before the ghosts let their body go)
(Vodka is searching, having been told what Crinkle tried to do to Gumdrop by several ghosts. The ghosts were able to point him towards Crinkle’s home, and that’s where Vodka finds himself to be approaching in his black sleeveless jacket, the pins glinting in the sun, the ghost fishnet tee and grey ripped jeans underneath that hang over his purple platform boots. He’s clutching a knife in his pocket)
@atomicvodkakilljoy
(Crinkle's home is a 4 roomed shack, clearly a little run down the more it comes into view. Crinkle won't see him approach because they're too busy trying to draft a plan to get back at Cyber and Hollow, dressed in an orange slice shirt and grey jeans tucked into brown boots)
(He frowns the closer he gets, the ghosts flanking him like a small army. He pauses before its too close to speak without being heard, getting his radio out)
-Yo Absinthe…-
@absinthe-kjrp
(He answers while in his basement, a bunsen burner set up)
-Vodka. What do I owe the pleasure to?-
-A joy that made the mistake of coming back from the witch.-
(He hesitates only for a moment)
-I’m here to dust them. Any advice?-
-I see. Murder is a big step for you, Vodka. It’ll feel worse because you’re in control.-
(He observes, moving some things around)
-In terms of advice, you need to keep the upper hand. Be stealthy, use everything to your advantage. If you weren’t already there I’d offer you a chloroform rag…-
-I know. I’m prepared, and I won’t feel guilty about this. They deserve worse.-
(He listens)
-Don’t worry, I found some stuff. Paralytic Whiskey left in the sedative box by mistake.-
-That’s why you’re doing it.-
(He nods to himself)
-Good. Make good use of it, and if you use slightly less it might be more fun… inject it by the hip and it’ll get the legs first and take a while to get the rest of the body.-
-Good to know. Thank you… I’d say wish me luck, but that’s just weird.-
-Maybe to some of us. Good luck, Vodka.-
(He cuts off, going back to his chemistry)
(He puts the radio to silent and approaches the place, grip on the needle as he’s told about the side door)
Alright. This way, then. Keep him distracted.
(Some of the ghosts manage to manifest enough to make some noise by the front door, allowing Vodka to head in through the side)
(He opens the front door, not seeing Vodka slink to the side and scowling as he cleans up the front. He goes back in, stomping around his place)
(He hides in a corner, concentrating on the footsteps. He waits for them to go past before very quietly following them to the kitchen)
Hello, Crinkle.
(He doesn’t wait for a reaction before sticking them with the paralytic for their legs)
(They freeze, and then try to grip the table to stop themself falling)
What have you done to me, you freak?
Just low level paralysis. You’ve done so much worse to me. You tried doing far worse to Gumdrop.
(He shoves the table out of reach with unusual strength, voice almost as cold as the energy surrounding him)
Gumdrop’s innocent. She’s never wanted to hurt anyone. And yet, you sought to use her to get to Cyberhex. An innocent child. Undebatably innocent.
What I did was for your safety. You're a danger to yourself and now you're a cold blooded sicko.
(They go to the ground, still trying to sit up)
I’m not cold blooded, just cold.
(He puts a hand out, and two ghosts fly at Crinkle’s chest to push them to the ground. Vodka crouches with a knife, an almost evil expression to his face)
Do you remember what I begged for? Do you remember what I asked for when I realised what you’d done to me? Hmm?
(Their head hits the floor with a thud, and a small shout of pain slips past their gritted teeth)
...
(Clearly, they've chosen silence in the hopes it'll save them some grief)
I begged to be heard out. I asked for an explanation. I begged you for mercy, Crinkle Cut, and you were lacking.
(His knife, the hilt covered in stickers, presses against their sternum and slowly begins to draw blood- painful on purpose, guided by the ghosts keeping Crinkle from moving)
I heard all of them. The ones you hurt. The ones you left for dead. We judge you. We find you guilty.
(The only sounds that come from them are small, whining pain sounds. They truly believe they were saving them, and the dead ones were simply too weak to survive)
(He opens his mouth to speak again, his voice sounding like multiple voices all at once)
We find you guilty. Know that Vodka allows us here, allows us to speak through him, and wants us to see your fate.
You are guilty. You made people scream and cry and plead and did nothing.
(He drags the knife right down before slashing both of Crinkle’s wrists, eyes almost glowing)
(There's one shriek, then silence as they try to fight off the ghosts- but you can't fight what you can't see. Instead of escaping it just starts to shiver slightly, watching Vodka like they can unnerve him enough to reverse this)
(Vodka is searching, having been told what Crinkle tried to do to Gumdrop by several ghosts. The ghosts were able to point him towards Crinkle’s home, and that’s where Vodka finds himself to be approaching in his black sleeveless jacket, the pins glinting in the sun, the ghost fishnet tee and grey ripped jeans underneath that hang over his purple platform boots. He’s clutching a knife in his pocket)
@atomicvodkakilljoy
(Crinkle's home is a 4 roomed shack, clearly a little run down the more it comes into view. Crinkle won't see him approach because they're too busy trying to draft a plan to get back at Cyber and Hollow, dressed in an orange slice shirt and grey jeans tucked into brown boots)
(He frowns the closer he gets, the ghosts flanking him like a small army. He pauses before its too close to speak without being heard, getting his radio out)
-Yo Absinthe…-
@absinthe-kjrp
(He answers while in his basement, a bunsen burner set up)
-Vodka. What do I owe the pleasure to?-
-A joy that made the mistake of coming back from the witch.-
(He hesitates only for a moment)
-I’m here to dust them. Any advice?-
-I see. Murder is a big step for you, Vodka. It’ll feel worse because you’re in control.-
(He observes, moving some things around)
-In terms of advice, you need to keep the upper hand. Be stealthy, use everything to your advantage. If you weren’t already there I’d offer you a chloroform rag…-
-I know. I’m prepared, and I won’t feel guilty about this. They deserve worse.-
(He listens)
-Don’t worry, I found some stuff. Paralytic Whiskey left in the sedative box by mistake.-
-That’s why you’re doing it.-
(He nods to himself)
-Good. Make good use of it, and if you use slightly less it might be more fun… inject it by the hip and it’ll get the legs first and take a while to get the rest of the body.-
-Good to know. Thank you… I’d say wish me luck, but that’s just weird.-
-Maybe to some of us. Good luck, Vodka.-
(He cuts off, going back to his chemistry)
(He puts the radio to silent and approaches the place, grip on the needle as he’s told about the side door)
Alright. This way, then. Keep him distracted.
(Some of the ghosts manage to manifest enough to make some noise by the front door, allowing Vodka to head in through the side)
(He opens the front door, not seeing Vodka slink to the side and scowling as he cleans up the front. He goes back in, stomping around his place)
(He hides in a corner, concentrating on the footsteps. He waits for them to go past before very quietly following them to the kitchen)
Hello, Crinkle.
(He doesn’t wait for a reaction before sticking them with the paralytic for their legs)
(They freeze, and then try to grip the table to stop themself falling)
What have you done to me, you freak?
Just low level paralysis. You’ve done so much worse to me. You tried doing far worse to Gumdrop.
(He shoves the table out of reach with unusual strength, voice almost as cold as the energy surrounding him)
Gumdrop’s innocent. She’s never wanted to hurt anyone. And yet, you sought to use her to get to Cyberhex. An innocent child. Undebatably innocent.
What I did was for your safety. You're a danger to yourself and now you're a cold blooded sicko.
(They go to the ground, still trying to sit up)
I’m not cold blooded, just cold.
(He puts a hand out, and two ghosts fly at Crinkle’s chest to push them to the ground. Vodka crouches with a knife, an almost evil expression to his face)
Do you remember what I begged for? Do you remember what I asked for when I realised what you’d done to me? Hmm?
(Their head hits the floor with a thud, and a small shout of pain slips past their gritted teeth)
...
(Clearly, they've chosen silence in the hopes it'll save them some grief)
I begged to be heard out. I asked for an explanation. I begged you for mercy, Crinkle Cut, and you were lacking.
(His knife, the hilt covered in stickers, presses against their sternum and slowly begins to draw blood- painful on purpose, guided by the ghosts keeping Crinkle from moving)
I heard all of them. The ones you hurt. The ones you left for dead. We judge you. We find you guilty.
(The only sounds that come from them are small, whining pain sounds. They truly believe they were saving them, and the dead ones were simply too weak to survive)
(Vodka is searching, having been told what Crinkle tried to do to Gumdrop by several ghosts. The ghosts were able to point him towards Crinkle’s home, and that’s where Vodka finds himself to be approaching in his black sleeveless jacket, the pins glinting in the sun, the ghost fishnet tee and grey ripped jeans underneath that hang over his purple platform boots. He’s clutching a knife in his pocket)
@atomicvodkakilljoy
(Crinkle's home is a 4 roomed shack, clearly a little run down the more it comes into view. Crinkle won't see him approach because they're too busy trying to draft a plan to get back at Cyber and Hollow, dressed in an orange slice shirt and grey jeans tucked into brown boots)
(He frowns the closer he gets, the ghosts flanking him like a small army. He pauses before its too close to speak without being heard, getting his radio out)
-Yo Absinthe…-
@absinthe-kjrp
(He answers while in his basement, a bunsen burner set up)
-Vodka. What do I owe the pleasure to?-
-A joy that made the mistake of coming back from the witch.-
(He hesitates only for a moment)
-I’m here to dust them. Any advice?-
-I see. Murder is a big step for you, Vodka. It’ll feel worse because you’re in control.-
(He observes, moving some things around)
-In terms of advice, you need to keep the upper hand. Be stealthy, use everything to your advantage. If you weren’t already there I’d offer you a chloroform rag…-
-I know. I’m prepared, and I won’t feel guilty about this. They deserve worse.-
(He listens)
-Don’t worry, I found some stuff. Paralytic Whiskey left in the sedative box by mistake.-
-That’s why you’re doing it.-
(He nods to himself)
-Good. Make good use of it, and if you use slightly less it might be more fun… inject it by the hip and it’ll get the legs first and take a while to get the rest of the body.-
-Good to know. Thank you… I’d say wish me luck, but that’s just weird.-
-Maybe to some of us. Good luck, Vodka.-
(He cuts off, going back to his chemistry)
(He puts the radio to silent and approaches the place, grip on the needle as he’s told about the side door)
Alright. This way, then. Keep him distracted.
(Some of the ghosts manage to manifest enough to make some noise by the front door, allowing Vodka to head in through the side)
(He opens the front door, not seeing Vodka slink to the side and scowling as he cleans up the front. He goes back in, stomping around his place)
(He hides in a corner, concentrating on the footsteps. He waits for them to go past before very quietly following them to the kitchen)
Hello, Crinkle.
(He doesn’t wait for a reaction before sticking them with the paralytic for their legs)
(They freeze, and then try to grip the table to stop themself falling)
What have you done to me, you freak?
Just low level paralysis. You’ve done so much worse to me. You tried doing far worse to Gumdrop.
(He shoves the table out of reach with unusual strength, voice almost as cold as the energy surrounding him)
Gumdrop’s innocent. She’s never wanted to hurt anyone. And yet, you sought to use her to get to Cyberhex. An innocent child. Undebatably innocent.
What I did was for your safety. You're a danger to yourself and now you're a cold blooded sicko.
(They go to the ground, still trying to sit up)
I’m not cold blooded, just cold.
(He puts a hand out, and two ghosts fly at Crinkle’s chest to push them to the ground. Vodka crouches with a knife, an almost evil expression to his face)
Do you remember what I begged for? Do you remember what I asked for when I realised what you’d done to me? Hmm?
(Their head hits the floor with a thud, and a small shout of pain slips past their gritted teeth)
...
(Clearly, they've chosen silence in the hopes it'll save them some grief)
(Vodka is searching, having been told what Crinkle tried to do to Gumdrop by several ghosts. The ghosts were able to point him towards Crinkle’s home, and that’s where Vodka finds himself to be approaching in his black sleeveless jacket, the pins glinting in the sun, the ghost fishnet tee and grey ripped jeans underneath that hang over his purple platform boots. He’s clutching a knife in his pocket)
@atomicvodkakilljoy
(Crinkle's home is a 4 roomed shack, clearly a little run down the more it comes into view. Crinkle won't see him approach because they're too busy trying to draft a plan to get back at Cyber and Hollow, dressed in an orange slice shirt and grey jeans tucked into brown boots)
(He frowns the closer he gets, the ghosts flanking him like a small army. He pauses before its too close to speak without being heard, getting his radio out)
-Yo Absinthe…-
@absinthe-kjrp
(He answers while in his basement, a bunsen burner set up)
-Vodka. What do I owe the pleasure to?-
-A joy that made the mistake of coming back from the witch.-
(He hesitates only for a moment)
-I’m here to dust them. Any advice?-
-I see. Murder is a big step for you, Vodka. It’ll feel worse because you’re in control.-
(He observes, moving some things around)
-In terms of advice, you need to keep the upper hand. Be stealthy, use everything to your advantage. If you weren’t already there I’d offer you a chloroform rag…-
-I know. I’m prepared, and I won’t feel guilty about this. They deserve worse.-
(He listens)
-Don’t worry, I found some stuff. Paralytic Whiskey left in the sedative box by mistake.-
-That’s why you’re doing it.-
(He nods to himself)
-Good. Make good use of it, and if you use slightly less it might be more fun… inject it by the hip and it’ll get the legs first and take a while to get the rest of the body.-
-Good to know. Thank you… I’d say wish me luck, but that’s just weird.-
-Maybe to some of us. Good luck, Vodka.-
(He cuts off, going back to his chemistry)
(He puts the radio to silent and approaches the place, grip on the needle as he’s told about the side door)
Alright. This way, then. Keep him distracted.
(Some of the ghosts manage to manifest enough to make some noise by the front door, allowing Vodka to head in through the side)
(He opens the front door, not seeing Vodka slink to the side and scowling as he cleans up the front. He goes back in, stomping around his place)
(He hides in a corner, concentrating on the footsteps. He waits for them to go past before very quietly following them to the kitchen)
Hello, Crinkle.
(He doesn’t wait for a reaction before sticking them with the paralytic for their legs)
(They freeze, and then try to grip the table to stop themself falling)
What have you done to me, you freak?
Just low level paralysis. You’ve done so much worse to me. You tried doing far worse to Gumdrop.
(He shoves the table out of reach with unusual strength, voice almost as cold as the energy surrounding him)
Gumdrop’s innocent. She’s never wanted to hurt anyone. And yet, you sought to use her to get to Cyberhex. An innocent child. Undebatably innocent.
What I did was for your safety. You're a danger to yourself and now you're a cold blooded sicko.
(They go to the ground, still trying to sit up)
(Vodka is searching, having been told what Crinkle tried to do to Gumdrop by several ghosts. The ghosts were able to point him towards Crinkle’s home, and that’s where Vodka finds himself to be approaching in his black sleeveless jacket, the pins glinting in the sun, the ghost fishnet tee and grey ripped jeans underneath that hang over his purple platform boots. He’s clutching a knife in his pocket)
@atomicvodkakilljoy
(Crinkle's home is a 4 roomed shack, clearly a little run down the more it comes into view. Crinkle won't see him approach because they're too busy trying to draft a plan to get back at Cyber and Hollow, dressed in an orange slice shirt and grey jeans tucked into brown boots)
(He frowns the closer he gets, the ghosts flanking him like a small army. He pauses before its too close to speak without being heard, getting his radio out)
-Yo Absinthe…-
@absinthe-kjrp
(He answers while in his basement, a bunsen burner set up)
-Vodka. What do I owe the pleasure to?-
-A joy that made the mistake of coming back from the witch.-
(He hesitates only for a moment)
-I’m here to dust them. Any advice?-
-I see. Murder is a big step for you, Vodka. It’ll feel worse because you’re in control.-
(He observes, moving some things around)
-In terms of advice, you need to keep the upper hand. Be stealthy, use everything to your advantage. If you weren’t already there I’d offer you a chloroform rag…-
-I know. I’m prepared, and I won’t feel guilty about this. They deserve worse.-
(He listens)
-Don’t worry, I found some stuff. Paralytic Whiskey left in the sedative box by mistake.-
-That’s why you’re doing it.-
(He nods to himself)
-Good. Make good use of it, and if you use slightly less it might be more fun… inject it by the hip and it’ll get the legs first and take a while to get the rest of the body.-
-Good to know. Thank you… I’d say wish me luck, but that’s just weird.-
-Maybe to some of us. Good luck, Vodka.-
(He cuts off, going back to his chemistry)
(He puts the radio to silent and approaches the place, grip on the needle as he’s told about the side door)
Alright. This way, then. Keep him distracted.
(Some of the ghosts manage to manifest enough to make some noise by the front door, allowing Vodka to head in through the side)
(He opens the front door, not seeing Vodka slink to the side and scowling as he cleans up the front. He goes back in, stomping around his place)
(He hides in a corner, concentrating on the footsteps. He waits for them to go past before very quietly following them to the kitchen)
Hello, Crinkle.
(He doesn’t wait for a reaction before sticking them with the paralytic for their legs)
(They freeze, and then try to grip the table to stop themself falling)
What have you done to me, you freak?
(Vodka is searching, having been told what Crinkle tried to do to Gumdrop by several ghosts. The ghosts were able to point him towards Crinkle’s home, and that’s where Vodka finds himself to be approaching in his black sleeveless jacket, the pins glinting in the sun, the ghost fishnet tee and grey ripped jeans underneath that hang over his purple platform boots. He’s clutching a knife in his pocket)
@atomicvodkakilljoy
(Crinkle's home is a 4 roomed shack, clearly a little run down the more it comes into view. Crinkle won't see him approach because they're too busy trying to draft a plan to get back at Cyber and Hollow, dressed in an orange slice shirt and grey jeans tucked into brown boots)
(He frowns the closer he gets, the ghosts flanking him like a small army. He pauses before its too close to speak without being heard, getting his radio out)
-Yo Absinthe…-
@absinthe-kjrp
(He answers while in his basement, a bunsen burner set up)
-Vodka. What do I owe the pleasure to?-
-A joy that made the mistake of coming back from the witch.-
(He hesitates only for a moment)
-I’m here to dust them. Any advice?-
-I see. Murder is a big step for you, Vodka. It’ll feel worse because you’re in control.-
(He observes, moving some things around)
-In terms of advice, you need to keep the upper hand. Be stealthy, use everything to your advantage. If you weren’t already there I’d offer you a chloroform rag…-
-I know. I’m prepared, and I won’t feel guilty about this. They deserve worse.-
(He listens)
-Don’t worry, I found some stuff. Paralytic Whiskey left in the sedative box by mistake.-
-That’s why you’re doing it.-
(He nods to himself)
-Good. Make good use of it, and if you use slightly less it might be more fun… inject it by the hip and it’ll get the legs first and take a while to get the rest of the body.-
-Good to know. Thank you… I’d say wish me luck, but that’s just weird.-
-Maybe to some of us. Good luck, Vodka.-
(He cuts off, going back to his chemistry)
(He puts the radio to silent and approaches the place, grip on the needle as he’s told about the side door)
Alright. This way, then. Keep him distracted.
(Some of the ghosts manage to manifest enough to make some noise by the front door, allowing Vodka to head in through the side)
(He opens the front door, not seeing Vodka slink to the side and scowling as he cleans up the front. He goes back in, stomping around his place)
(Vodka is searching, having been told what Crinkle tried to do to Gumdrop by several ghosts. The ghosts were able to point him towards Crinkle’s home, and that’s where Vodka finds himself to be approaching in his black sleeveless jacket, the pins glinting in the sun, the ghost fishnet tee and grey ripped jeans underneath that hang over his purple platform boots. He’s clutching a knife in his pocket)
@atomicvodkakilljoy
(Crinkle's home is a 4 roomed shack, clearly a little run down the more it comes into view. Crinkle won't see him approach because they're too busy trying to draft a plan to get back at Cyber and Hollow, dressed in an orange slice shirt and grey jeans tucked into brown boots)
My skills are wasted…
How so?
I’m not allowed to practice my skills out here. They all refuse to let me.
My skills are wasted…
(As soon as Cyber sees them sneaking about Moon Dust, she follows them out. She waits for them to go to leave before approaching silently, knowing exactly what she has to do to keep her patients safe)
@cyberhex-kjrp
(They don’t see her yet, having managed to steal a box of certain medications and put them in their car. They get out an electric cattle prod, intent on dealing with Cyber when they see her)
(She sees the cattleprod, but it doesn’t scare it. She doesn’t care if she gets broken so long as they stay away from her patients.
She uses the bomb a patient gifted to her, throwing it to land at their feet)
(They dive to the floor, afraid of whatever the bomb is)
Are you quite insane, whoever’s thrown that?!
No, but you are. What did I tell you would happen if you came back here, Crinkle Cut?
(Her voice is low, almost dangerously so. She feels mad, full of dark ideas on how to handle them this time round- but her programming is resisting the want to act on them)
(They realise she’s followed them outside and frown as they try to stand- holding the cattle prod)
Careful now, I wouldn’t want to fry your circuits and make you a danger to patients…
Interesting- what happened to your hand? It seems to have been amputated…
(She asks as she observes him, cataloging every twitch, every blink and every breath. Her purple eyes shine bright)
Removed by whichever droid you sent to finish the job you couldn’t do.
(They glare, the staring beginning to unnerve them as they lift the prod higher)
I could’ve done far worse to you, Crinkle.
(It doesn’t understand what they mean by that, but chooses not to question it. She brandishes a needle, stalking closer)
Do you want me going haywire with one of these in my hands? You’ll be my first target.
(They consider it, before trying to get her with it anyway)
(She manages to dodge effectively, instead loading another bomb to throw at them)
Go. Away.
(They back up, getting into their car and trying to drive off)
(In a moment of possible glitching, she jumps onto the car and grips it tightly)
(Crinkle starts to panic and hits the red line, trying to throw her off)
Damned droid…
(Her voice comes through muffled by the roof, as her grip dents the car)
I can still hear you, Crinkle. You’re making a very big mistake.
Whatever…
(They swerve, driving close to 5)
Get off my car you stupid droid…
(She knows she should probably not get lost, but it’s important to her that she deals with them)
I’m not letting go that easily.
(They end up swerving again, hard enough to lose control of the car)
Shit!
(As soon as the car starts to flip she lets go, somehow landing gracefully on the ground and watching the carnage)
(Crinkle crawls out of the wreckage, head spinning and things hurting. They’re dazed, barely able to focus on their surroundings)
(She walks closer to them, scalpel in hand)
Now you need fixing.
(Crinkle freaks out, shouting for help into the empty desert)
Go away!! Stay the hells away!!
(She leans over them, starting with an incision into their other arm as she aims for Crinkle’s ligaments)
No.
(Crinkle cries out in pure agonised fear as she makes the incision, terrified of what she’s doing)
(It deliberately cuts around and then tears the ligament around their elbow, aiming to cause pain. Once she has, she starts making small incisions in multiple places just to make them hurt more before she niks an artery on purpose)
Heal thyself.
(It turns away, leaving them to suffer as her hands crack and and her vision glitches)
(They manage to put pressure on the cut, before calling for help from a friend- refusing to die this time round)
(As soon as Cyber sees them sneaking about Moon Dust, she follows them out. She waits for them to go to leave before approaching silently, knowing exactly what she has to do to keep her patients safe)
@cyberhex-kjrp
(They don’t see her yet, having managed to steal a box of certain medications and put them in their car. They get out an electric cattle prod, intent on dealing with Cyber when they see her)
(She sees the cattleprod, but it doesn’t scare it. She doesn’t care if she gets broken so long as they stay away from her patients.
She uses the bomb a patient gifted to her, throwing it to land at their feet)
(They dive to the floor, afraid of whatever the bomb is)
Are you quite insane, whoever’s thrown that?!
No, but you are. What did I tell you would happen if you came back here, Crinkle Cut?
(Her voice is low, almost dangerously so. She feels mad, full of dark ideas on how to handle them this time round- but her programming is resisting the want to act on them)
(They realise she’s followed them outside and frown as they try to stand- holding the cattle prod)
Careful now, I wouldn’t want to fry your circuits and make you a danger to patients…
Interesting- what happened to your hand? It seems to have been amputated…
(She asks as she observes him, cataloging every twitch, every blink and every breath. Her purple eyes shine bright)
Removed by whichever droid you sent to finish the job you couldn’t do.
(They glare, the staring beginning to unnerve them as they lift the prod higher)
I could’ve done far worse to you, Crinkle.
(It doesn’t understand what they mean by that, but chooses not to question it. She brandishes a needle, stalking closer)
Do you want me going haywire with one of these in my hands? You’ll be my first target.
(They consider it, before trying to get her with it anyway)
(She manages to dodge effectively, instead loading another bomb to throw at them)
Go. Away.
(They back up, getting into their car and trying to drive off)
(In a moment of possible glitching, she jumps onto the car and grips it tightly)
(Crinkle starts to panic and hits the red line, trying to throw her off)
Damned droid…
(Her voice comes through muffled by the roof, as her grip dents the car)
I can still hear you, Crinkle. You’re making a very big mistake.
Whatever…
(They swerve, driving close to 5)
Get off my car you stupid droid…
(She knows she should probably not get lost, but it’s important to her that she deals with them)
I’m not letting go that easily.
(They end up swerving again, hard enough to lose control of the car)
Shit!
(As soon as the car starts to flip she lets go, somehow landing gracefully on the ground and watching the carnage)
(Crinkle crawls out of the wreckage, head spinning and things hurting. They’re dazed, barely able to focus on their surroundings)
(She walks closer to them, scalpel in hand)
Now you need fixing.
(Crinkle freaks out, shouting for help into the empty desert)
Go away!! Stay the hells away!!
(She leans over them, starting with an incision into their other arm as she aims for Crinkle’s ligaments)
No.
(Crinkle cries out in pure agonised fear as she makes the incision, terrified of what she’s doing)
(As soon as Cyber sees them sneaking about Moon Dust, she follows them out. She waits for them to go to leave before approaching silently, knowing exactly what she has to do to keep her patients safe)
@cyberhex-kjrp
(They don’t see her yet, having managed to steal a box of certain medications and put them in their car. They get out an electric cattle prod, intent on dealing with Cyber when they see her)
(She sees the cattleprod, but it doesn’t scare it. She doesn’t care if she gets broken so long as they stay away from her patients.
She uses the bomb a patient gifted to her, throwing it to land at their feet)
(They dive to the floor, afraid of whatever the bomb is)
Are you quite insane, whoever’s thrown that?!
No, but you are. What did I tell you would happen if you came back here, Crinkle Cut?
(Her voice is low, almost dangerously so. She feels mad, full of dark ideas on how to handle them this time round- but her programming is resisting the want to act on them)
(They realise she’s followed them outside and frown as they try to stand- holding the cattle prod)
Careful now, I wouldn’t want to fry your circuits and make you a danger to patients…
Interesting- what happened to your hand? It seems to have been amputated…
(She asks as she observes him, cataloging every twitch, every blink and every breath. Her purple eyes shine bright)
Removed by whichever droid you sent to finish the job you couldn’t do.
(They glare, the staring beginning to unnerve them as they lift the prod higher)
I could’ve done far worse to you, Crinkle.
(It doesn’t understand what they mean by that, but chooses not to question it. She brandishes a needle, stalking closer)
Do you want me going haywire with one of these in my hands? You’ll be my first target.
(They consider it, before trying to get her with it anyway)
(She manages to dodge effectively, instead loading another bomb to throw at them)
Go. Away.
(They back up, getting into their car and trying to drive off)
(In a moment of possible glitching, she jumps onto the car and grips it tightly)
(Crinkle starts to panic and hits the red line, trying to throw her off)
Damned droid…
(Her voice comes through muffled by the roof, as her grip dents the car)
I can still hear you, Crinkle. You’re making a very big mistake.
Whatever…
(They swerve, driving close to 5)
Get off my car you stupid droid…
(She knows she should probably not get lost, but it’s important to her that she deals with them)
I’m not letting go that easily.
(They end up swerving again, hard enough to lose control of the car)
Shit!
(As soon as the car starts to flip she lets go, somehow landing gracefully on the ground and watching the carnage)
(Crinkle crawls out of the wreckage, head spinning and things hurting. They’re dazed, barely able to focus on their surroundings)
(She walks closer to them, scalpel in hand)
Now you need fixing.
(Crinkle freaks out, shouting for help into the empty desert)
Go away!! Stay the hells away!!
(As soon as Cyber sees them sneaking about Moon Dust, she follows them out. She waits for them to go to leave before approaching silently, knowing exactly what she has to do to keep her patients safe)
@cyberhex-kjrp
(They don’t see her yet, having managed to steal a box of certain medications and put them in their car. They get out an electric cattle prod, intent on dealing with Cyber when they see her)
(She sees the cattleprod, but it doesn’t scare it. She doesn’t care if she gets broken so long as they stay away from her patients.
She uses the bomb a patient gifted to her, throwing it to land at their feet)
(They dive to the floor, afraid of whatever the bomb is)
Are you quite insane, whoever’s thrown that?!
No, but you are. What did I tell you would happen if you came back here, Crinkle Cut?
(Her voice is low, almost dangerously so. She feels mad, full of dark ideas on how to handle them this time round- but her programming is resisting the want to act on them)
(They realise she’s followed them outside and frown as they try to stand- holding the cattle prod)
Careful now, I wouldn’t want to fry your circuits and make you a danger to patients…
Interesting- what happened to your hand? It seems to have been amputated…
(She asks as she observes him, cataloging every twitch, every blink and every breath. Her purple eyes shine bright)
Removed by whichever droid you sent to finish the job you couldn’t do.
(They glare, the staring beginning to unnerve them as they lift the prod higher)
I could’ve done far worse to you, Crinkle.
(It doesn’t understand what they mean by that, but chooses not to question it. She brandishes a needle, stalking closer)
Do you want me going haywire with one of these in my hands? You’ll be my first target.
(They consider it, before trying to get her with it anyway)
(She manages to dodge effectively, instead loading another bomb to throw at them)
Go. Away.
(They back up, getting into their car and trying to drive off)
(In a moment of possible glitching, she jumps onto the car and grips it tightly)
(Crinkle starts to panic and hits the red line, trying to throw her off)
Damned droid…
(Her voice comes through muffled by the roof, as her grip dents the car)
I can still hear you, Crinkle. You’re making a very big mistake.
Whatever…
(They swerve, driving close to 5)
Get off my car you stupid droid…
(She knows she should probably not get lost, but it’s important to her that she deals with them)
I’m not letting go that easily.
(They end up swerving again, hard enough to lose control of the car)
Shit!
(As soon as the car starts to flip she lets go, somehow landing gracefully on the ground and watching the carnage)
(Crinkle crawls out of the wreckage, head spinning and things hurting. They’re dazed, barely able to focus on their surroundings)
(As soon as Cyber sees them sneaking about Moon Dust, she follows them out. She waits for them to go to leave before approaching silently, knowing exactly what she has to do to keep her patients safe)
@cyberhex-kjrp
(They don’t see her yet, having managed to steal a box of certain medications and put them in their car. They get out an electric cattle prod, intent on dealing with Cyber when they see her)
(She sees the cattleprod, but it doesn’t scare it. She doesn’t care if she gets broken so long as they stay away from her patients.
She uses the bomb a patient gifted to her, throwing it to land at their feet)
(They dive to the floor, afraid of whatever the bomb is)
Are you quite insane, whoever’s thrown that?!
No, but you are. What did I tell you would happen if you came back here, Crinkle Cut?
(Her voice is low, almost dangerously so. She feels mad, full of dark ideas on how to handle them this time round- but her programming is resisting the want to act on them)
(They realise she’s followed them outside and frown as they try to stand- holding the cattle prod)
Careful now, I wouldn’t want to fry your circuits and make you a danger to patients…
Interesting- what happened to your hand? It seems to have been amputated…
(She asks as she observes him, cataloging every twitch, every blink and every breath. Her purple eyes shine bright)
Removed by whichever droid you sent to finish the job you couldn’t do.
(They glare, the staring beginning to unnerve them as they lift the prod higher)
I could’ve done far worse to you, Crinkle.
(It doesn’t understand what they mean by that, but chooses not to question it. She brandishes a needle, stalking closer)
Do you want me going haywire with one of these in my hands? You’ll be my first target.
(They consider it, before trying to get her with it anyway)
(She manages to dodge effectively, instead loading another bomb to throw at them)
Go. Away.
(They back up, getting into their car and trying to drive off)
(In a moment of possible glitching, she jumps onto the car and grips it tightly)
(Crinkle starts to panic and hits the red line, trying to throw her off)
Damned droid…
(Her voice comes through muffled by the roof, as her grip dents the car)
I can still hear you, Crinkle. You’re making a very big mistake.
Whatever…
(They swerve, driving close to 5)
Get off my car you stupid droid…
(She knows she should probably not get lost, but it’s important to her that she deals with them)
I’m not letting go that easily.
(They end up swerving again, hard enough to lose control of the car)
Shit!
(As soon as Cyber sees them sneaking about Moon Dust, she follows them out. She waits for them to go to leave before approaching silently, knowing exactly what she has to do to keep her patients safe)
@cyberhex-kjrp
(They don’t see her yet, having managed to steal a box of certain medications and put them in their car. They get out an electric cattle prod, intent on dealing with Cyber when they see her)
(She sees the cattleprod, but it doesn’t scare it. She doesn’t care if she gets broken so long as they stay away from her patients.
She uses the bomb a patient gifted to her, throwing it to land at their feet)
(They dive to the floor, afraid of whatever the bomb is)
Are you quite insane, whoever’s thrown that?!
No, but you are. What did I tell you would happen if you came back here, Crinkle Cut?
(Her voice is low, almost dangerously so. She feels mad, full of dark ideas on how to handle them this time round- but her programming is resisting the want to act on them)
(They realise she’s followed them outside and frown as they try to stand- holding the cattle prod)
Careful now, I wouldn’t want to fry your circuits and make you a danger to patients…
Interesting- what happened to your hand? It seems to have been amputated…
(She asks as she observes him, cataloging every twitch, every blink and every breath. Her purple eyes shine bright)
Removed by whichever droid you sent to finish the job you couldn’t do.
(They glare, the staring beginning to unnerve them as they lift the prod higher)
I could’ve done far worse to you, Crinkle.
(It doesn’t understand what they mean by that, but chooses not to question it. She brandishes a needle, stalking closer)
Do you want me going haywire with one of these in my hands? You’ll be my first target.
(They consider it, before trying to get her with it anyway)
(She manages to dodge effectively, instead loading another bomb to throw at them)
Go. Away.
(They back up, getting into their car and trying to drive off)
(In a moment of possible glitching, she jumps onto the car and grips it tightly)
(Crinkle starts to panic and hits the red line, trying to throw her off)
Damned droid…
(Her voice comes through muffled by the roof, as her grip dents the car)
I can still hear you, Crinkle. You’re making a very big mistake.
Whatever…
(They swerve, driving close to 5)
Get off my car you stupid droid…
