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@employee111
PLEASE STOP POURING YOUR LEFTOVER TEA IN THE FERN!
Really, please donât! I donât know why I have to restate this!
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Hello!! Iâm Employee 111, but you can just call me 111. Or maybe just 1. What about 11? Is that pronounced as One-One or Eleven? Iâm not sure, to be frank.
Iâm just another employee like the rest of you! In my free time, I like to take care of the plants around here. Feel free to ask me anything! I love questions.
(main acc is @perpetuallyderanged! :D)
A rapid knocking can be heard on 632's door, repeating over and over and over and etc. until he finally opens it.
On the other side is a panicked Angel, out of breath from sprinting up five flights of stairs.
Ethan... Ethan you gotta help... There's... Employee Lounge...
She takes a minute, hands on her knees, to catch her breath.
Floor 1 employee lounge. Something fucked up went down, I need your help because who else would I ask?? We need to go down there ASAP.
Oh, jeez, I...
He looks around for a minute. No, his research can wait, Angel clearly needs his help right now. He steps out into the hall, shutting the door behind him.
Can you tell me what happened? Did you... did you do something again? Please say I don't have to cover for you again, you know I'm not right for that...
She shakes her head.
Why would you think I did anything? Come on now, I'm not THAT bad...
She pauses, seeing her partner's raised eyebrow.
Okay maybe a bit. I did fuck this up, yes, but what's important right now is we NEED to get to the lounge. Someone's in serious need of help.
She pulls 632 down the hall, towards the stairs, before booking it down. She doesn't look behind her at first, but after two flights, she realizes her partner is a few steps behind. She slows down a bit, allowing him to catch up, before leading him to the employee lounge.
111 is still passed out where she left them, not in the most comfortable position, but safe enough to be left there.
...I don't know what to do. We were fucking around with the printer, and then they just... Drank the fucking ink thingy??? And passed out. How do we revive them? Do I need to hide a body? I...
She takes a few more deep breaths, trying to calm herself.
They... they what. Was this some sort of dare??? You can't be still doing those, the last one could've killed someone-
632 notices her panic, and cuts himself off. He walks over and puts a hand on her shoulder, trying to ground her.
They're not dead, don't worry. Their chest is moving, and they seem to be okay. They probably already had an issue that caused them to do that, and then they passed out because of it. It'll be okay, but all we can do right now is keep an eye on them and wait.
He leads Angel to other seating, leaving the couch space for 111, and gets her to sit down.
We can watch them while we talk, okay? While we wait, do you care to explain what the containers of Jello are doing here?
Angel sits down, still focused on her breathing, staring into her lap. After a moment, she looks up again.
Yeah, yeah, you're right. There's not much else we can do right now.
The jello is nothing! They're perfectly normal supplies for the office, don't worry about it.
She smiles playfully as she talks, ignoring Ethan's sigh. He may be used to her shenanigans after this long, but she thinks it's still fun to mess with him.
...He doesn't agree.
The two continue talking for a few more minutes, discussing their days and some random topics, until a sound from the couch startles them.
Angel and Ethan both look at each other, confirming they heard it too, before walking over to @employee111 .
111 is heard wincing, the couch quietly creaking as they proceed to sit up.
They seem oddly alert as their eyes look up at the two. A chuckle escapes their throat.
Sorry for the [Scare], everyone. I didnât [shiver your timbers] too much, did I?
Without waiting for response, theyâd stand up from the couch, fixing their shirtâs collar.
Now then! How about [We] get [Mii] some more of that [Juice!]?
632 glances over at Angel, then back at 111. Strange guy to be dismantling printers for, but alright. They'd have to talk later.
...Sure, but. Are you doing well? I wasn't here for the issue, but you just woke up. Are you sure you're not dizzy?
He's a bit quieter than before, less comfortable than in the lab or aquarium. He fidgets with his shirt collar as he talks, but keeps a close eye on 111.
Maybe you should rest a bit more, you don't seem perfectly fine.
What? No! Are you [INSANE?!]?
I feel like [Nothing More Than A Million Bucks]! Not [Dizzy]! Nope!
Youâre [Worried About What?] about me, but look at [You]? Are you sure [youuuuuuâre] okay? Youâre not in [your] element [Whatsoever!]!
Angel notices 632's discomfort, and speaks up before he can.
Dude, no offense, but you literally drank printer ink and instantly conked out on the floor. Also, you're talking funny. Has this ever happened to you before??
As she talks, she subtly wipes her hand on her pants, trying to remove any excess ink still there. Her fingertips are slightly stained red, but she doesn't seem to notice.
[Mayyyybe] you can say that. As for [When, exactly?] it happened? No idea! But this is the [Reel] me! Nothing else!
111 looks down at Angelâs hands, snickering, but saying nothing regardless.
Now then, [How] about getting [me] that [Juice] I asked about?
632 looked over at Angel as 111 snickered. Was there something he didn't know? He really would have to talk to her later...
Angel went to say something, but he cut her off. He knows that she's going to do this directly, which is good, but not when someone could be hurt like this.
...Alright then. What kind of juice do you mean?
He has a slight suspicion. But he needs to be sure.
-Oh, you [Know]! The [Good Stuff]!
111 would grin, pointing over at the printer.
Havenât you [Dabbled] in the [Stuff] before? Itâs [Like, uh..] a way of life! [Living]! Trust me, [Its] great! Just look at [Me]! I feel [fantastic.]!
He pauses for a moment, trying to find the right words.
No, I haven't. Perhaps another time, though.
Angel gives him an incredulous look, which he quickly responds with a weak glare.
If we completely drain the printers, it'll be very obvious. I could order some from supplies if you want? I have a permit to get the stuff, and then it won't seem nearly as suspicious.
111 listens intently, a slight grin plastered on their face the entire time.
You know what?
That sounds [Amazing]! What a [Grand Idea!]! You can [GO!!] along and do that, that sounds [Perfect]!
111 would chuckle, sitting back down on the couch.
Iâll just [Bee] right here, then! Assuming [You] donât need [Mii] to do anything right [Now? What do you mean, Now?]!
111âs grin would widen as they tilted their head, one of their hands waving 632 off.
...yeah.
Angel stares down 111, fist slightly clenched at her side.
You go, Ethan. Send in that order, it'll take a bit to come in afterwards, so better sooner rather than later. Just come back when you're done.
632 starts to protest, before Angel whips her head around, giving him a Look. He nods, understanding, before quickly exiting the room.
After making sure he's left, Angel walks forward, standing directly in front of 111. Not even an inch of space between them, she speaks in a low tone.
Why are you being a dick?
Ethan hasn't done shit to you, and you're treating him like your personal drug dealer. I don't know what the fuck he's trying to do right now, but I'm not standing for it. And what the hell was that earlier?
She stares them down, expecting a response. A good one.
Gosh, [whats] all this [Language!] for? [your] acting awfully rude! Maybe youâre the [1] being a [Ding-Dong! Yoohoo].
I donât [now] what youâre so [Confused?] about. Iâm just [living it up] as I please!
[Now] then, how about some [Space]? [Your] awfully close.
I can speak how I like, bitch. You're the one-
Angel stumbles slightly backwards, dizziness overtaking her.
What the hell... what was in that ink... Is this why you're like... this?
-Oup! [Language]!
The smile on 111âs face falters just the slightest bit. Within seconds, the grin comes back and masks 111âs face.
[Oh], that? [That] isnât supposed to happen. Look at [Me]! Iâm [Juuuuust] fine.
Youâll be fine. [Probably]! Maybe leave the [Room] and take a [Rest]?
She rests her hand against her head, still keeping one eye on 111.
...whatever. I'm not leaving you here alone, I don't trust you won't do something.
She continues to watch them as she heads over to the printer, crouching down to screw the panel back in place.
She's almost done with the third screw when a wave of dizziness strikes her again, causing her to rest her head on the machine. Taking deep breaths in and out, in and out, in and
fucking hell.
111 hums, tilting their head as they watch.
What [eggsactly] would I [Due] alone? There really is [Not a thing] that I could. [What], you think [Eye] would break open that [Printer.]?
[That] wouldnât really make any [Sense], not when I [already] know that other [employee] is getting me more [Printer.] [Blood?].
Just a [Reminder], why donât you [Take] a [Rest]? Somewhere [Else]? You look [terrible].
Angel doesn't respond for a moment, still struggling to stabilize herself. Eventually, she mutters a few words.
Don't trust that.
She pauses again for a moment, before shifting to sit properly on the floor. She looks like she's about to fall over at any second.
I... fuck, I don't think I can try going somewhere else. Just leave me alone.
âŚ
[All] right then. Have it [youâre] way! Theyâd sigh, settling further into the couch.
Theyâd look to the side, muttering something under their breath, completely unintelligible.
After a moment, their eyes would settle back on Angel, and then the printer. Theyâd clasp their hands together, waiting for whatever it was they were.
Meanwhile, Ethan was roaming the halls, thinking. He needs to get help for 111. There's no medical staff in this office, his coworkers... aren't the greatest, and the higher ups would surely get Angel in trouble.
After wandering aimlessly for a minute, he remembers 235. They're a specialist of some sort, right? They've helped him with odd jobs and small things around the lab before, so maybe...
Honestly, they're the best choice, really the only choice, he has.
So after running up the stairs, he finds himself at @employee235 's door, and knocks nervously.
Hey, um, I somewhat require your assistance?
235 opened the door, seemingly confused by what the fuss was about. He tilted his head to the side, looking at Ethan.
Hi. Aaand what is it you need help with, again?
They stepped out of the office, closing the door behind them. He seemed calm, though he did look like he had better and more important things to do, but he looked like he could care less.
632 shifts a little, trying (and failing) to maintain eye contact. He's very clearly out of his element, not one to talk much when off floor six, but this is important...
There's... This employee. I didn't get their number but. Angel was talking with them and apparently they did something and passed out and now they're acting really peculiar. We can't go to any higher-ups because apparently Angel did something again, I couldn't think of who else to go to. I mean, we've worked together before, and-
...Could you just come look? Sorry.
235 listened to Ethan speak. He sighed quietly, looking back towards their office as they thought about what he said. An employee who passed out and now actinf strange and- another one who did something again. They would've considered calling 232 over, but they knew that poor guy already has enough to worry about. Oh well.
They turned back towards Ethan and gave him a small nod.
Yeah, sure. Lead the way.
632 nods back, leading 235 down to the first floor employee lounge, staying quiet the whole time.
Once they both arrive, 632 silently nods towards 111, trying to signal to 235 who he was talking about. After, he looks over to Angel, who immediately got up when they entered.
Upon noticing the others enter, 111âs posture would immediately straighten. Theyâd still be in the same spot as before, raising their hand to wave at the others.
[Well- come to think of it] back! Didnât expect you to be [GONE] so soon! Theyâd hum, pointing at 632.
And [You], youâre [Knew]! Just [Who] are you? Theyâd wonder aloud, glancing at 235.
Theyâd ignore Angelâs movement, clasping their hands together and grinning.
That re-minds me! [You] there, [Six Three Two]! Did you get the [Juice], or what, whats the [Hold Up!]?
A rapid knocking can be heard on 632's door, repeating over and over and over and etc. until he finally opens it.
On the other side is a panicked Angel, out of breath from sprinting up five flights of stairs.
Ethan... Ethan you gotta help... There's... Employee Lounge...
She takes a minute, hands on her knees, to catch her breath.
Floor 1 employee lounge. Something fucked up went down, I need your help because who else would I ask?? We need to go down there ASAP.
Oh, jeez, I...
He looks around for a minute. No, his research can wait, Angel clearly needs his help right now. He steps out into the hall, shutting the door behind him.
Can you tell me what happened? Did you... did you do something again? Please say I don't have to cover for you again, you know I'm not right for that...
She shakes her head.
Why would you think I did anything? Come on now, I'm not THAT bad...
She pauses, seeing her partner's raised eyebrow.
Okay maybe a bit. I did fuck this up, yes, but what's important right now is we NEED to get to the lounge. Someone's in serious need of help.
She pulls 632 down the hall, towards the stairs, before booking it down. She doesn't look behind her at first, but after two flights, she realizes her partner is a few steps behind. She slows down a bit, allowing him to catch up, before leading him to the employee lounge.
111 is still passed out where she left them, not in the most comfortable position, but safe enough to be left there.
...I don't know what to do. We were fucking around with the printer, and then they just... Drank the fucking ink thingy??? And passed out. How do we revive them? Do I need to hide a body? I...
She takes a few more deep breaths, trying to calm herself.
They... they what. Was this some sort of dare??? You can't be still doing those, the last one could've killed someone-
632 notices her panic, and cuts himself off. He walks over and puts a hand on her shoulder, trying to ground her.
They're not dead, don't worry. Their chest is moving, and they seem to be okay. They probably already had an issue that caused them to do that, and then they passed out because of it. It'll be okay, but all we can do right now is keep an eye on them and wait.
He leads Angel to other seating, leaving the couch space for 111, and gets her to sit down.
We can watch them while we talk, okay? While we wait, do you care to explain what the containers of Jello are doing here?
Angel sits down, still focused on her breathing, staring into her lap. After a moment, she looks up again.
Yeah, yeah, you're right. There's not much else we can do right now.
The jello is nothing! They're perfectly normal supplies for the office, don't worry about it.
She smiles playfully as she talks, ignoring Ethan's sigh. He may be used to her shenanigans after this long, but she thinks it's still fun to mess with him.
...He doesn't agree.
The two continue talking for a few more minutes, discussing their days and some random topics, until a sound from the couch startles them.
Angel and Ethan both look at each other, confirming they heard it too, before walking over to @employee111 .
111 is heard wincing, the couch quietly creaking as they proceed to sit up.
They seem oddly alert as their eyes look up at the two. A chuckle escapes their throat.
Sorry for the [Scare], everyone. I didnât [shiver your timbers] too much, did I?
Without waiting for response, theyâd stand up from the couch, fixing their shirtâs collar.
Now then! How about [We] get [Mii] some more of that [Juice!]?
632 glances over at Angel, then back at 111. Strange guy to be dismantling printers for, but alright. They'd have to talk later.
...Sure, but. Are you doing well? I wasn't here for the issue, but you just woke up. Are you sure you're not dizzy?
He's a bit quieter than before, less comfortable than in the lab or aquarium. He fidgets with his shirt collar as he talks, but keeps a close eye on 111.
Maybe you should rest a bit more, you don't seem perfectly fine.
What? No! Are you [INSANE?!]?
I feel like [Nothing More Than A Million Bucks]! Not [Dizzy]! Nope!
Youâre [Worried About What?] about me, but look at [You]? Are you sure [youuuuuuâre] okay? Youâre not in [your] element [Whatsoever!]!
Angel notices 632's discomfort, and speaks up before he can.
Dude, no offense, but you literally drank printer ink and instantly conked out on the floor. Also, you're talking funny. Has this ever happened to you before??
As she talks, she subtly wipes her hand on her pants, trying to remove any excess ink still there. Her fingertips are slightly stained red, but she doesn't seem to notice.
[Mayyyybe] you can say that. As for [When, exactly?] it happened? No idea! But this is the [Reel] me! Nothing else!
111 looks down at Angelâs hands, snickering, but saying nothing regardless.
Now then, [How] about getting [me] that [Juice] I asked about?
632 looked over at Angel as 111 snickered. Was there something he didn't know? He really would have to talk to her later...
Angel went to say something, but he cut her off. He knows that she's going to do this directly, which is good, but not when someone could be hurt like this.
...Alright then. What kind of juice do you mean?
He has a slight suspicion. But he needs to be sure.
-Oh, you [Know]! The [Good Stuff]!
111 would grin, pointing over at the printer.
Havenât you [Dabbled] in the [Stuff] before? Itâs [Like, uh..] a way of life! [Living]! Trust me, [Its] great! Just look at [Me]! I feel [fantastic.]!
He pauses for a moment, trying to find the right words.
No, I haven't. Perhaps another time, though.
Angel gives him an incredulous look, which he quickly responds with a weak glare.
If we completely drain the printers, it'll be very obvious. I could order some from supplies if you want? I have a permit to get the stuff, and then it won't seem nearly as suspicious.
111 listens intently, a slight grin plastered on their face the entire time.
You know what?
That sounds [Amazing]! What a [Grand Idea!]! You can [GO!!] along and do that, that sounds [Perfect]!
111 would chuckle, sitting back down on the couch.
Iâll just [Bee] right here, then! Assuming [You] donât need [Mii] to do anything right [Now? What do you mean, Now?]!
111âs grin would widen as they tilted their head, one of their hands waving 632 off.
...yeah.
Angel stares down 111, fist slightly clenched at her side.
You go, Ethan. Send in that order, it'll take a bit to come in afterwards, so better sooner rather than later. Just come back when you're done.
632 starts to protest, before Angel whips her head around, giving him a Look. He nods, understanding, before quickly exiting the room.
After making sure he's left, Angel walks forward, standing directly in front of 111. Not even an inch of space between them, she speaks in a low tone.
Why are you being a dick?
Ethan hasn't done shit to you, and you're treating him like your personal drug dealer. I don't know what the fuck he's trying to do right now, but I'm not standing for it. And what the hell was that earlier?
She stares them down, expecting a response. A good one.
Gosh, [whats] all this [Language!] for? [your] acting awfully rude! Maybe youâre the [1] being a [Ding-Dong! Yoohoo].
I donât [now] what youâre so [Confused?] about. Iâm just [living it up] as I please!
[Now] then, how about some [Space]? [Your] awfully close.
I can speak how I like, bitch. You're the one-
Angel stumbles slightly backwards, dizziness overtaking her.
What the hell... what was in that ink... Is this why you're like... this?
-Oup! [Language]!
The smile on 111âs face falters just the slightest bit. Within seconds, the grin comes back and masks 111âs face.
[Oh], that? [That] isnât supposed to happen. Look at [Me]! Iâm [Juuuuust] fine.
Youâll be fine. [Probably]! Maybe leave the [Room] and take a [Rest]?
She rests her hand against her head, still keeping one eye on 111.
...whatever. I'm not leaving you here alone, I don't trust you won't do something.
She continues to watch them as she heads over to the printer, crouching down to screw the panel back in place.
She's almost done with the third screw when a wave of dizziness strikes her again, causing her to rest her head on the machine. Taking deep breaths in and out, in and out, in and
fucking hell.
111 hums, tilting their head as they watch.
What [eggsactly] would I [Due] alone? There really is [Not a thing] that I could. [What], you think [Eye] would break open that [Printer.]?
[That] wouldnât really make any [Sense], not when I [already] know that other [employee] is getting me more [Printer.] [Blood?].
Just a [Reminder], why donât you [Take] a [Rest]? Somewhere [Else]? You look [terrible].
Angel doesn't respond for a moment, still struggling to stabilize herself. Eventually, she mutters a few words.
Don't trust that.
She pauses again for a moment, before shifting to sit properly on the floor. She looks like she's about to fall over at any second.
I... fuck, I don't think I can try going somewhere else. Just leave me alone.
âŚ
[All] right then. Have it [youâre] way! Theyâd sigh, settling further into the couch.
Theyâd look to the side, muttering something under their breath, completely unintelligible.
After a moment, their eyes would settle back on Angel, and then the printer. Theyâd clasp their hands together, waiting for whatever it was they were.
A rapid knocking can be heard on 632's door, repeating over and over and over and etc. until he finally opens it.
On the other side is a panicked Angel, out of breath from sprinting up five flights of stairs.
Ethan... Ethan you gotta help... There's... Employee Lounge...
She takes a minute, hands on her knees, to catch her breath.
Floor 1 employee lounge. Something fucked up went down, I need your help because who else would I ask?? We need to go down there ASAP.
Oh, jeez, I...
He looks around for a minute. No, his research can wait, Angel clearly needs his help right now. He steps out into the hall, shutting the door behind him.
Can you tell me what happened? Did you... did you do something again? Please say I don't have to cover for you again, you know I'm not right for that...
She shakes her head.
Why would you think I did anything? Come on now, I'm not THAT bad...
She pauses, seeing her partner's raised eyebrow.
Okay maybe a bit. I did fuck this up, yes, but what's important right now is we NEED to get to the lounge. Someone's in serious need of help.
She pulls 632 down the hall, towards the stairs, before booking it down. She doesn't look behind her at first, but after two flights, she realizes her partner is a few steps behind. She slows down a bit, allowing him to catch up, before leading him to the employee lounge.
111 is still passed out where she left them, not in the most comfortable position, but safe enough to be left there.
...I don't know what to do. We were fucking around with the printer, and then they just... Drank the fucking ink thingy??? And passed out. How do we revive them? Do I need to hide a body? I...
She takes a few more deep breaths, trying to calm herself.
They... they what. Was this some sort of dare??? You can't be still doing those, the last one could've killed someone-
632 notices her panic, and cuts himself off. He walks over and puts a hand on her shoulder, trying to ground her.
They're not dead, don't worry. Their chest is moving, and they seem to be okay. They probably already had an issue that caused them to do that, and then they passed out because of it. It'll be okay, but all we can do right now is keep an eye on them and wait.
He leads Angel to other seating, leaving the couch space for 111, and gets her to sit down.
We can watch them while we talk, okay? While we wait, do you care to explain what the containers of Jello are doing here?
Angel sits down, still focused on her breathing, staring into her lap. After a moment, she looks up again.
Yeah, yeah, you're right. There's not much else we can do right now.
The jello is nothing! They're perfectly normal supplies for the office, don't worry about it.
She smiles playfully as she talks, ignoring Ethan's sigh. He may be used to her shenanigans after this long, but she thinks it's still fun to mess with him.
...He doesn't agree.
The two continue talking for a few more minutes, discussing their days and some random topics, until a sound from the couch startles them.
Angel and Ethan both look at each other, confirming they heard it too, before walking over to @employee111 .
111 is heard wincing, the couch quietly creaking as they proceed to sit up.
They seem oddly alert as their eyes look up at the two. A chuckle escapes their throat.
Sorry for the [Scare], everyone. I didnât [shiver your timbers] too much, did I?
Without waiting for response, theyâd stand up from the couch, fixing their shirtâs collar.
Now then! How about [We] get [Mii] some more of that [Juice!]?
632 glances over at Angel, then back at 111. Strange guy to be dismantling printers for, but alright. They'd have to talk later.
...Sure, but. Are you doing well? I wasn't here for the issue, but you just woke up. Are you sure you're not dizzy?
He's a bit quieter than before, less comfortable than in the lab or aquarium. He fidgets with his shirt collar as he talks, but keeps a close eye on 111.
Maybe you should rest a bit more, you don't seem perfectly fine.
What? No! Are you [INSANE?!]?
I feel like [Nothing More Than A Million Bucks]! Not [Dizzy]! Nope!
Youâre [Worried About What?] about me, but look at [You]? Are you sure [youuuuuuâre] okay? Youâre not in [your] element [Whatsoever!]!
Angel notices 632's discomfort, and speaks up before he can.
Dude, no offense, but you literally drank printer ink and instantly conked out on the floor. Also, you're talking funny. Has this ever happened to you before??
As she talks, she subtly wipes her hand on her pants, trying to remove any excess ink still there. Her fingertips are slightly stained red, but she doesn't seem to notice.
[Mayyyybe] you can say that. As for [When, exactly?] it happened? No idea! But this is the [Reel] me! Nothing else!
111 looks down at Angelâs hands, snickering, but saying nothing regardless.
Now then, [How] about getting [me] that [Juice] I asked about?
632 looked over at Angel as 111 snickered. Was there something he didn't know? He really would have to talk to her later...
Angel went to say something, but he cut her off. He knows that she's going to do this directly, which is good, but not when someone could be hurt like this.
...Alright then. What kind of juice do you mean?
He has a slight suspicion. But he needs to be sure.
-Oh, you [Know]! The [Good Stuff]!
111 would grin, pointing over at the printer.
Havenât you [Dabbled] in the [Stuff] before? Itâs [Like, uh..] a way of life! [Living]! Trust me, [Its] great! Just look at [Me]! I feel [fantastic.]!
He pauses for a moment, trying to find the right words.
No, I haven't. Perhaps another time, though.
Angel gives him an incredulous look, which he quickly responds with a weak glare.
If we completely drain the printers, it'll be very obvious. I could order some from supplies if you want? I have a permit to get the stuff, and then it won't seem nearly as suspicious.
111 listens intently, a slight grin plastered on their face the entire time.
You know what?
That sounds [Amazing]! What a [Grand Idea!]! You can [GO!!] along and do that, that sounds [Perfect]!
111 would chuckle, sitting back down on the couch.
Iâll just [Bee] right here, then! Assuming [You] donât need [Mii] to do anything right [Now? What do you mean, Now?]!
111âs grin would widen as they tilted their head, one of their hands waving 632 off.
...yeah.
Angel stares down 111, fist slightly clenched at her side.
You go, Ethan. Send in that order, it'll take a bit to come in afterwards, so better sooner rather than later. Just come back when you're done.
632 starts to protest, before Angel whips her head around, giving him a Look. He nods, understanding, before quickly exiting the room.
After making sure he's left, Angel walks forward, standing directly in front of 111. Not even an inch of space between them, she speaks in a low tone.
Why are you being a dick?
Ethan hasn't done shit to you, and you're treating him like your personal drug dealer. I don't know what the fuck he's trying to do right now, but I'm not standing for it. And what the hell was that earlier?
She stares them down, expecting a response. A good one.
Gosh, [whats] all this [Language!] for? [your] acting awfully rude! Maybe youâre the [1] being a [Ding-Dong! Yoohoo].
I donât [now] what youâre so [Confused?] about. Iâm just [living it up] as I please!
[Now] then, how about some [Space]? [Your] awfully close.
I can speak how I like, bitch. You're the one-
Angel stumbles slightly backwards, dizziness overtaking her.
What the hell... what was in that ink... Is this why you're like... this?
-Oup! [Language]!
The smile on 111âs face falters just the slightest bit. Within seconds, the grin comes back and masks 111âs face.
[Oh], that? [That] isnât supposed to happen. Look at [Me]! Iâm [Juuuuust] fine.
Youâll be fine. [Probably]! Maybe leave the [Room] and take a [Rest]?
She rests her hand against her head, still keeping one eye on 111.
...whatever. I'm not leaving you here alone, I don't trust you won't do something.
She continues to watch them as she heads over to the printer, crouching down to screw the panel back in place.
She's almost done with the third screw when a wave of dizziness strikes her again, causing her to rest her head on the machine. Taking deep breaths in and out, in and out, in and
fucking hell.
111 hums, tilting their head as they watch.
What [eggsactly] would I [Due] alone? There really is [Not a thing] that I could. [What], you think [Eye] would break open that [Printer.]?
[That] wouldnât really make any [Sense], not when I [already] know that other [employee] is getting me more [Printer.] [Blood?].
Just a [Reminder], why donât you [Take] a [Rest]? Somewhere [Else]? You look [terrible].
A rapid knocking can be heard on 632's door, repeating over and over and over and etc. until he finally opens it.
On the other side is a panicked Angel, out of breath from sprinting up five flights of stairs.
Ethan... Ethan you gotta help... There's... Employee Lounge...
She takes a minute, hands on her knees, to catch her breath.
Floor 1 employee lounge. Something fucked up went down, I need your help because who else would I ask?? We need to go down there ASAP.
Oh, jeez, I...
He looks around for a minute. No, his research can wait, Angel clearly needs his help right now. He steps out into the hall, shutting the door behind him.
Can you tell me what happened? Did you... did you do something again? Please say I don't have to cover for you again, you know I'm not right for that...
She shakes her head.
Why would you think I did anything? Come on now, I'm not THAT bad...
She pauses, seeing her partner's raised eyebrow.
Okay maybe a bit. I did fuck this up, yes, but what's important right now is we NEED to get to the lounge. Someone's in serious need of help.
She pulls 632 down the hall, towards the stairs, before booking it down. She doesn't look behind her at first, but after two flights, she realizes her partner is a few steps behind. She slows down a bit, allowing him to catch up, before leading him to the employee lounge.
111 is still passed out where she left them, not in the most comfortable position, but safe enough to be left there.
...I don't know what to do. We were fucking around with the printer, and then they just... Drank the fucking ink thingy??? And passed out. How do we revive them? Do I need to hide a body? I...
She takes a few more deep breaths, trying to calm herself.
They... they what. Was this some sort of dare??? You can't be still doing those, the last one could've killed someone-
632 notices her panic, and cuts himself off. He walks over and puts a hand on her shoulder, trying to ground her.
They're not dead, don't worry. Their chest is moving, and they seem to be okay. They probably already had an issue that caused them to do that, and then they passed out because of it. It'll be okay, but all we can do right now is keep an eye on them and wait.
He leads Angel to other seating, leaving the couch space for 111, and gets her to sit down.
We can watch them while we talk, okay? While we wait, do you care to explain what the containers of Jello are doing here?
Angel sits down, still focused on her breathing, staring into her lap. After a moment, she looks up again.
Yeah, yeah, you're right. There's not much else we can do right now.
The jello is nothing! They're perfectly normal supplies for the office, don't worry about it.
She smiles playfully as she talks, ignoring Ethan's sigh. He may be used to her shenanigans after this long, but she thinks it's still fun to mess with him.
...He doesn't agree.
The two continue talking for a few more minutes, discussing their days and some random topics, until a sound from the couch startles them.
Angel and Ethan both look at each other, confirming they heard it too, before walking over to @employee111 .
111 is heard wincing, the couch quietly creaking as they proceed to sit up.
They seem oddly alert as their eyes look up at the two. A chuckle escapes their throat.
Sorry for the [Scare], everyone. I didnât [shiver your timbers] too much, did I?
Without waiting for response, theyâd stand up from the couch, fixing their shirtâs collar.
Now then! How about [We] get [Mii] some more of that [Juice!]?
632 glances over at Angel, then back at 111. Strange guy to be dismantling printers for, but alright. They'd have to talk later.
...Sure, but. Are you doing well? I wasn't here for the issue, but you just woke up. Are you sure you're not dizzy?
He's a bit quieter than before, less comfortable than in the lab or aquarium. He fidgets with his shirt collar as he talks, but keeps a close eye on 111.
Maybe you should rest a bit more, you don't seem perfectly fine.
What? No! Are you [INSANE?!]?
I feel like [Nothing More Than A Million Bucks]! Not [Dizzy]! Nope!
Youâre [Worried About What?] about me, but look at [You]? Are you sure [youuuuuuâre] okay? Youâre not in [your] element [Whatsoever!]!
Angel notices 632's discomfort, and speaks up before he can.
Dude, no offense, but you literally drank printer ink and instantly conked out on the floor. Also, you're talking funny. Has this ever happened to you before??
As she talks, she subtly wipes her hand on her pants, trying to remove any excess ink still there. Her fingertips are slightly stained red, but she doesn't seem to notice.
[Mayyyybe] you can say that. As for [When, exactly?] it happened? No idea! But this is the [Reel] me! Nothing else!
111 looks down at Angelâs hands, snickering, but saying nothing regardless.
Now then, [How] about getting [me] that [Juice] I asked about?
632 looked over at Angel as 111 snickered. Was there something he didn't know? He really would have to talk to her later...
Angel went to say something, but he cut her off. He knows that she's going to do this directly, which is good, but not when someone could be hurt like this.
...Alright then. What kind of juice do you mean?
He has a slight suspicion. But he needs to be sure.
-Oh, you [Know]! The [Good Stuff]!
111 would grin, pointing over at the printer.
Havenât you [Dabbled] in the [Stuff] before? Itâs [Like, uh..] a way of life! [Living]! Trust me, [Its] great! Just look at [Me]! I feel [fantastic.]!
He pauses for a moment, trying to find the right words.
No, I haven't. Perhaps another time, though.
Angel gives him an incredulous look, which he quickly responds with a weak glare.
If we completely drain the printers, it'll be very obvious. I could order some from supplies if you want? I have a permit to get the stuff, and then it won't seem nearly as suspicious.
111 listens intently, a slight grin plastered on their face the entire time.
You know what?
That sounds [Amazing]! What a [Grand Idea!]! You can [GO!!] along and do that, that sounds [Perfect]!
111 would chuckle, sitting back down on the couch.
Iâll just [Bee] right here, then! Assuming [You] donât need [Mii] to do anything right [Now? What do you mean, Now?]!
111âs grin would widen as they tilted their head, one of their hands waving 632 off.
...yeah.
Angel stares down 111, fist slightly clenched at her side.
You go, Ethan. Send in that order, it'll take a bit to come in afterwards, so better sooner rather than later. Just come back when you're done.
632 starts to protest, before Angel whips her head around, giving him a Look. He nods, understanding, before quickly exiting the room.
After making sure he's left, Angel walks forward, standing directly in front of 111. Not even an inch of space between them, she speaks in a low tone.
Why are you being a dick?
Ethan hasn't done shit to you, and you're treating him like your personal drug dealer. I don't know what the fuck he's trying to do right now, but I'm not standing for it. And what the hell was that earlier?
She stares them down, expecting a response. A good one.
Gosh, [whats] all this [Language!] for? [your] acting awfully rude! Maybe youâre the [1] being a [Ding-Dong! Yoohoo].
I donât [now] what youâre so [Confused?] about. Iâm just [living it up] as I please!
[Now] then, how about some [Space]? [Your] awfully close.
I can speak how I like, bitch. You're the one-
Angel stumbles slightly backwards, dizziness overtaking her.
What the hell... what was in that ink... Is this why you're like... this?
-Oup! [Language]!
The smile on 111âs face falters just the slightest bit. Within seconds, the grin comes back and masks 111âs face.
[Oh], that? [That] isnât supposed to happen. Look at [Me]! Iâm [Juuuuust] fine.
Youâll be fine. [Probably]! Maybe leave the [Room] and take a [Rest]?
A rapid knocking can be heard on 632's door, repeating over and over and over and etc. until he finally opens it.
On the other side is a panicked Angel, out of breath from sprinting up five flights of stairs.
Ethan... Ethan you gotta help... There's... Employee Lounge...
She takes a minute, hands on her knees, to catch her breath.
Floor 1 employee lounge. Something fucked up went down, I need your help because who else would I ask?? We need to go down there ASAP.
Oh, jeez, I...
He looks around for a minute. No, his research can wait, Angel clearly needs his help right now. He steps out into the hall, shutting the door behind him.
Can you tell me what happened? Did you... did you do something again? Please say I don't have to cover for you again, you know I'm not right for that...
She shakes her head.
Why would you think I did anything? Come on now, I'm not THAT bad...
She pauses, seeing her partner's raised eyebrow.
Okay maybe a bit. I did fuck this up, yes, but what's important right now is we NEED to get to the lounge. Someone's in serious need of help.
She pulls 632 down the hall, towards the stairs, before booking it down. She doesn't look behind her at first, but after two flights, she realizes her partner is a few steps behind. She slows down a bit, allowing him to catch up, before leading him to the employee lounge.
111 is still passed out where she left them, not in the most comfortable position, but safe enough to be left there.
...I don't know what to do. We were fucking around with the printer, and then they just... Drank the fucking ink thingy??? And passed out. How do we revive them? Do I need to hide a body? I...
She takes a few more deep breaths, trying to calm herself.
They... they what. Was this some sort of dare??? You can't be still doing those, the last one could've killed someone-
632 notices her panic, and cuts himself off. He walks over and puts a hand on her shoulder, trying to ground her.
They're not dead, don't worry. Their chest is moving, and they seem to be okay. They probably already had an issue that caused them to do that, and then they passed out because of it. It'll be okay, but all we can do right now is keep an eye on them and wait.
He leads Angel to other seating, leaving the couch space for 111, and gets her to sit down.
We can watch them while we talk, okay? While we wait, do you care to explain what the containers of Jello are doing here?
Angel sits down, still focused on her breathing, staring into her lap. After a moment, she looks up again.
Yeah, yeah, you're right. There's not much else we can do right now.
The jello is nothing! They're perfectly normal supplies for the office, don't worry about it.
She smiles playfully as she talks, ignoring Ethan's sigh. He may be used to her shenanigans after this long, but she thinks it's still fun to mess with him.
...He doesn't agree.
The two continue talking for a few more minutes, discussing their days and some random topics, until a sound from the couch startles them.
Angel and Ethan both look at each other, confirming they heard it too, before walking over to @employee111 .
111 is heard wincing, the couch quietly creaking as they proceed to sit up.
They seem oddly alert as their eyes look up at the two. A chuckle escapes their throat.
Sorry for the [Scare], everyone. I didnât [shiver your timbers] too much, did I?
Without waiting for response, theyâd stand up from the couch, fixing their shirtâs collar.
Now then! How about [We] get [Mii] some more of that [Juice!]?
632 glances over at Angel, then back at 111. Strange guy to be dismantling printers for, but alright. They'd have to talk later.
...Sure, but. Are you doing well? I wasn't here for the issue, but you just woke up. Are you sure you're not dizzy?
He's a bit quieter than before, less comfortable than in the lab or aquarium. He fidgets with his shirt collar as he talks, but keeps a close eye on 111.
Maybe you should rest a bit more, you don't seem perfectly fine.
What? No! Are you [INSANE?!]?
I feel like [Nothing More Than A Million Bucks]! Not [Dizzy]! Nope!
Youâre [Worried About What?] about me, but look at [You]? Are you sure [youuuuuuâre] okay? Youâre not in [your] element [Whatsoever!]!
Angel notices 632's discomfort, and speaks up before he can.
Dude, no offense, but you literally drank printer ink and instantly conked out on the floor. Also, you're talking funny. Has this ever happened to you before??
As she talks, she subtly wipes her hand on her pants, trying to remove any excess ink still there. Her fingertips are slightly stained red, but she doesn't seem to notice.
[Mayyyybe] you can say that. As for [When, exactly?] it happened? No idea! But this is the [Reel] me! Nothing else!
111 looks down at Angelâs hands, snickering, but saying nothing regardless.
Now then, [How] about getting [me] that [Juice] I asked about?
632 looked over at Angel as 111 snickered. Was there something he didn't know? He really would have to talk to her later...
Angel went to say something, but he cut her off. He knows that she's going to do this directly, which is good, but not when someone could be hurt like this.
...Alright then. What kind of juice do you mean?
He has a slight suspicion. But he needs to be sure.
-Oh, you [Know]! The [Good Stuff]!
111 would grin, pointing over at the printer.
Havenât you [Dabbled] in the [Stuff] before? Itâs [Like, uh..] a way of life! [Living]! Trust me, [Its] great! Just look at [Me]! I feel [fantastic.]!
He pauses for a moment, trying to find the right words.
No, I haven't. Perhaps another time, though.
Angel gives him an incredulous look, which he quickly responds with a weak glare.
If we completely drain the printers, it'll be very obvious. I could order some from supplies if you want? I have a permit to get the stuff, and then it won't seem nearly as suspicious.
111 listens intently, a slight grin plastered on their face the entire time.
You know what?
That sounds [Amazing]! What a [Grand Idea!]! You can [GO!!] along and do that, that sounds [Perfect]!
111 would chuckle, sitting back down on the couch.
Iâll just [Bee] right here, then! Assuming [You] donât need [Mii] to do anything right [Now? What do you mean, Now?]!
111âs grin would widen as they tilted their head, one of their hands waving 632 off.
...yeah.
Angel stares down 111, fist slightly clenched at her side.
You go, Ethan. Send in that order, it'll take a bit to come in afterwards, so better sooner rather than later. Just come back when you're done.
632 starts to protest, before Angel whips her head around, giving him a Look. He nods, understanding, before quickly exiting the room.
After making sure he's left, Angel walks forward, standing directly in front of 111. Not even an inch of space between them, she speaks in a low tone.
Why are you being a dick?
Ethan hasn't done shit to you, and you're treating him like your personal drug dealer. I don't know what the fuck he's trying to do right now, but I'm not standing for it. And what the hell was that earlier?
She stares them down, expecting a response. A good one.
Gosh, [whats] all this [Language!] for? [your] acting awfully rude! Maybe youâre the [1] being a [Ding-Dong! Yoohoo].
I donât [now] what youâre so [Confused?] about. Iâm just [living it up] as I please!
[Now] then, how about some [Space]? [Your] awfully close.
A rapid knocking can be heard on 632's door, repeating over and over and over and etc. until he finally opens it.
On the other side is a panicked Angel, out of breath from sprinting up five flights of stairs.
Ethan... Ethan you gotta help... There's... Employee Lounge...
She takes a minute, hands on her knees, to catch her breath.
Floor 1 employee lounge. Something fucked up went down, I need your help because who else would I ask?? We need to go down there ASAP.
Oh, jeez, I...
He looks around for a minute. No, his research can wait, Angel clearly needs his help right now. He steps out into the hall, shutting the door behind him.
Can you tell me what happened? Did you... did you do something again? Please say I don't have to cover for you again, you know I'm not right for that...
She shakes her head.
Why would you think I did anything? Come on now, I'm not THAT bad...
She pauses, seeing her partner's raised eyebrow.
Okay maybe a bit. I did fuck this up, yes, but what's important right now is we NEED to get to the lounge. Someone's in serious need of help.
She pulls 632 down the hall, towards the stairs, before booking it down. She doesn't look behind her at first, but after two flights, she realizes her partner is a few steps behind. She slows down a bit, allowing him to catch up, before leading him to the employee lounge.
111 is still passed out where she left them, not in the most comfortable position, but safe enough to be left there.
...I don't know what to do. We were fucking around with the printer, and then they just... Drank the fucking ink thingy??? And passed out. How do we revive them? Do I need to hide a body? I...
She takes a few more deep breaths, trying to calm herself.
They... they what. Was this some sort of dare??? You can't be still doing those, the last one could've killed someone-
632 notices her panic, and cuts himself off. He walks over and puts a hand on her shoulder, trying to ground her.
They're not dead, don't worry. Their chest is moving, and they seem to be okay. They probably already had an issue that caused them to do that, and then they passed out because of it. It'll be okay, but all we can do right now is keep an eye on them and wait.
He leads Angel to other seating, leaving the couch space for 111, and gets her to sit down.
We can watch them while we talk, okay? While we wait, do you care to explain what the containers of Jello are doing here?
Angel sits down, still focused on her breathing, staring into her lap. After a moment, she looks up again.
Yeah, yeah, you're right. There's not much else we can do right now.
The jello is nothing! They're perfectly normal supplies for the office, don't worry about it.
She smiles playfully as she talks, ignoring Ethan's sigh. He may be used to her shenanigans after this long, but she thinks it's still fun to mess with him.
...He doesn't agree.
The two continue talking for a few more minutes, discussing their days and some random topics, until a sound from the couch startles them.
Angel and Ethan both look at each other, confirming they heard it too, before walking over to @employee111 .
111 is heard wincing, the couch quietly creaking as they proceed to sit up.
They seem oddly alert as their eyes look up at the two. A chuckle escapes their throat.
Sorry for the [Scare], everyone. I didnât [shiver your timbers] too much, did I?
Without waiting for response, theyâd stand up from the couch, fixing their shirtâs collar.
Now then! How about [We] get [Mii] some more of that [Juice!]?
632 glances over at Angel, then back at 111. Strange guy to be dismantling printers for, but alright. They'd have to talk later.
...Sure, but. Are you doing well? I wasn't here for the issue, but you just woke up. Are you sure you're not dizzy?
He's a bit quieter than before, less comfortable than in the lab or aquarium. He fidgets with his shirt collar as he talks, but keeps a close eye on 111.
Maybe you should rest a bit more, you don't seem perfectly fine.
What? No! Are you [INSANE?!]?
I feel like [Nothing More Than A Million Bucks]! Not [Dizzy]! Nope!
Youâre [Worried About What?] about me, but look at [You]? Are you sure [youuuuuuâre] okay? Youâre not in [your] element [Whatsoever!]!
Angel notices 632's discomfort, and speaks up before he can.
Dude, no offense, but you literally drank printer ink and instantly conked out on the floor. Also, you're talking funny. Has this ever happened to you before??
As she talks, she subtly wipes her hand on her pants, trying to remove any excess ink still there. Her fingertips are slightly stained red, but she doesn't seem to notice.
[Mayyyybe] you can say that. As for [When, exactly?] it happened? No idea! But this is the [Reel] me! Nothing else!
111 looks down at Angelâs hands, snickering, but saying nothing regardless.
Now then, [How] about getting [me] that [Juice] I asked about?
632 looked over at Angel as 111 snickered. Was there something he didn't know? He really would have to talk to her later...
Angel went to say something, but he cut her off. He knows that she's going to do this directly, which is good, but not when someone could be hurt like this.
...Alright then. What kind of juice do you mean?
He has a slight suspicion. But he needs to be sure.
-Oh, you [Know]! The [Good Stuff]!
111 would grin, pointing over at the printer.
Havenât you [Dabbled] in the [Stuff] before? Itâs [Like, uh..] a way of life! [Living]! Trust me, [Its] great! Just look at [Me]! I feel [fantastic.]!
He pauses for a moment, trying to find the right words.
No, I haven't. Perhaps another time, though.
Angel gives him an incredulous look, which he quickly responds with a weak glare.
If we completely drain the printers, it'll be very obvious. I could order some from supplies if you want? I have a permit to get the stuff, and then it won't seem nearly as suspicious.
111 listens intently, a slight grin plastered on their face the entire time.
You know what?
That sounds [Amazing]! What a [Grand Idea!]! You can [GO!!] along and do that, that sounds [Perfect]!
111 would chuckle, sitting back down on the couch.
Iâll just [Bee] right here, then! Assuming [You] donât need [Mii] to do anything right [Now? What do you mean, Now?]!
111âs grin would widen as they tilted their head, one of their hands waving 632 off.
A rapid knocking can be heard on 632's door, repeating over and over and over and etc. until he finally opens it.
On the other side is a panicked Angel, out of breath from sprinting up five flights of stairs.
Ethan... Ethan you gotta help... There's... Employee Lounge...
She takes a minute, hands on her knees, to catch her breath.
Floor 1 employee lounge. Something fucked up went down, I need your help because who else would I ask?? We need to go down there ASAP.
Oh, jeez, I...
He looks around for a minute. No, his research can wait, Angel clearly needs his help right now. He steps out into the hall, shutting the door behind him.
Can you tell me what happened? Did you... did you do something again? Please say I don't have to cover for you again, you know I'm not right for that...
She shakes her head.
Why would you think I did anything? Come on now, I'm not THAT bad...
She pauses, seeing her partner's raised eyebrow.
Okay maybe a bit. I did fuck this up, yes, but what's important right now is we NEED to get to the lounge. Someone's in serious need of help.
She pulls 632 down the hall, towards the stairs, before booking it down. She doesn't look behind her at first, but after two flights, she realizes her partner is a few steps behind. She slows down a bit, allowing him to catch up, before leading him to the employee lounge.
111 is still passed out where she left them, not in the most comfortable position, but safe enough to be left there.
...I don't know what to do. We were fucking around with the printer, and then they just... Drank the fucking ink thingy??? And passed out. How do we revive them? Do I need to hide a body? I...
She takes a few more deep breaths, trying to calm herself.
They... they what. Was this some sort of dare??? You can't be still doing those, the last one could've killed someone-
632 notices her panic, and cuts himself off. He walks over and puts a hand on her shoulder, trying to ground her.
They're not dead, don't worry. Their chest is moving, and they seem to be okay. They probably already had an issue that caused them to do that, and then they passed out because of it. It'll be okay, but all we can do right now is keep an eye on them and wait.
He leads Angel to other seating, leaving the couch space for 111, and gets her to sit down.
We can watch them while we talk, okay? While we wait, do you care to explain what the containers of Jello are doing here?
Angel sits down, still focused on her breathing, staring into her lap. After a moment, she looks up again.
Yeah, yeah, you're right. There's not much else we can do right now.
The jello is nothing! They're perfectly normal supplies for the office, don't worry about it.
She smiles playfully as she talks, ignoring Ethan's sigh. He may be used to her shenanigans after this long, but she thinks it's still fun to mess with him.
...He doesn't agree.
The two continue talking for a few more minutes, discussing their days and some random topics, until a sound from the couch startles them.
Angel and Ethan both look at each other, confirming they heard it too, before walking over to @employee111 .
111 is heard wincing, the couch quietly creaking as they proceed to sit up.
They seem oddly alert as their eyes look up at the two. A chuckle escapes their throat.
Sorry for the [Scare], everyone. I didnât [shiver your timbers] too much, did I?
Without waiting for response, theyâd stand up from the couch, fixing their shirtâs collar.
Now then! How about [We] get [Mii] some more of that [Juice!]?
632 glances over at Angel, then back at 111. Strange guy to be dismantling printers for, but alright. They'd have to talk later.
...Sure, but. Are you doing well? I wasn't here for the issue, but you just woke up. Are you sure you're not dizzy?
He's a bit quieter than before, less comfortable than in the lab or aquarium. He fidgets with his shirt collar as he talks, but keeps a close eye on 111.
Maybe you should rest a bit more, you don't seem perfectly fine.
What? No! Are you [INSANE?!]?
I feel like [Nothing More Than A Million Bucks]! Not [Dizzy]! Nope!
Youâre [Worried About What?] about me, but look at [You]? Are you sure [youuuuuuâre] okay? Youâre not in [your] element [Whatsoever!]!
Angel notices 632's discomfort, and speaks up before he can.
Dude, no offense, but you literally drank printer ink and instantly conked out on the floor. Also, you're talking funny. Has this ever happened to you before??
As she talks, she subtly wipes her hand on her pants, trying to remove any excess ink still there. Her fingertips are slightly stained red, but she doesn't seem to notice.
[Mayyyybe] you can say that. As for [When, exactly?] it happened? No idea! But this is the [Reel] me! Nothing else!
111 looks down at Angelâs hands, snickering, but saying nothing regardless.
Now then, [How] about getting [me] that [Juice] I asked about?
632 looked over at Angel as 111 snickered. Was there something he didn't know? He really would have to talk to her later...
Angel went to say something, but he cut her off. He knows that she's going to do this directly, which is good, but not when someone could be hurt like this.
...Alright then. What kind of juice do you mean?
He has a slight suspicion. But he needs to be sure.
-Oh, you [Know]! The [Good Stuff]!
111 would grin, pointing over at the printer.
Havenât you [Dabbled] in the [Stuff] before? Itâs [Like, uh..] a way of life! [Living]! Trust me, [Its] great! Just look at [Me]! I feel [fantastic.]!
A rapid knocking can be heard on 632's door, repeating over and over and over and etc. until he finally opens it.
On the other side is a panicked Angel, out of breath from sprinting up five flights of stairs.
Ethan... Ethan you gotta help... There's... Employee Lounge...
She takes a minute, hands on her knees, to catch her breath.
Floor 1 employee lounge. Something fucked up went down, I need your help because who else would I ask?? We need to go down there ASAP.
Oh, jeez, I...
He looks around for a minute. No, his research can wait, Angel clearly needs his help right now. He steps out into the hall, shutting the door behind him.
Can you tell me what happened? Did you... did you do something again? Please say I don't have to cover for you again, you know I'm not right for that...
She shakes her head.
Why would you think I did anything? Come on now, I'm not THAT bad...
She pauses, seeing her partner's raised eyebrow.
Okay maybe a bit. I did fuck this up, yes, but what's important right now is we NEED to get to the lounge. Someone's in serious need of help.
She pulls 632 down the hall, towards the stairs, before booking it down. She doesn't look behind her at first, but after two flights, she realizes her partner is a few steps behind. She slows down a bit, allowing him to catch up, before leading him to the employee lounge.
111 is still passed out where she left them, not in the most comfortable position, but safe enough to be left there.
...I don't know what to do. We were fucking around with the printer, and then they just... Drank the fucking ink thingy??? And passed out. How do we revive them? Do I need to hide a body? I...
She takes a few more deep breaths, trying to calm herself.
They... they what. Was this some sort of dare??? You can't be still doing those, the last one could've killed someone-
632 notices her panic, and cuts himself off. He walks over and puts a hand on her shoulder, trying to ground her.
They're not dead, don't worry. Their chest is moving, and they seem to be okay. They probably already had an issue that caused them to do that, and then they passed out because of it. It'll be okay, but all we can do right now is keep an eye on them and wait.
He leads Angel to other seating, leaving the couch space for 111, and gets her to sit down.
We can watch them while we talk, okay? While we wait, do you care to explain what the containers of Jello are doing here?
Angel sits down, still focused on her breathing, staring into her lap. After a moment, she looks up again.
Yeah, yeah, you're right. There's not much else we can do right now.
The jello is nothing! They're perfectly normal supplies for the office, don't worry about it.
She smiles playfully as she talks, ignoring Ethan's sigh. He may be used to her shenanigans after this long, but she thinks it's still fun to mess with him.
...He doesn't agree.
The two continue talking for a few more minutes, discussing their days and some random topics, until a sound from the couch startles them.
Angel and Ethan both look at each other, confirming they heard it too, before walking over to @employee111 .
111 is heard wincing, the couch quietly creaking as they proceed to sit up.
They seem oddly alert as their eyes look up at the two. A chuckle escapes their throat.
Sorry for the [Scare], everyone. I didnât [shiver your timbers] too much, did I?
Without waiting for response, theyâd stand up from the couch, fixing their shirtâs collar.
Now then! How about [We] get [Mii] some more of that [Juice!]?
632 glances over at Angel, then back at 111. Strange guy to be dismantling printers for, but alright. They'd have to talk later.
...Sure, but. Are you doing well? I wasn't here for the issue, but you just woke up. Are you sure you're not dizzy?
He's a bit quieter than before, less comfortable than in the lab or aquarium. He fidgets with his shirt collar as he talks, but keeps a close eye on 111.
Maybe you should rest a bit more, you don't seem perfectly fine.
What? No! Are you [INSANE?!]?
I feel like [Nothing More Than A Million Bucks]! Not [Dizzy]! Nope!
Youâre [Worried About What?] about me, but look at [You]? Are you sure [youuuuuuâre] okay? Youâre not in [your] element [Whatsoever!]!
Angel notices 632's discomfort, and speaks up before he can.
Dude, no offense, but you literally drank printer ink and instantly conked out on the floor. Also, you're talking funny. Has this ever happened to you before??
As she talks, she subtly wipes her hand on her pants, trying to remove any excess ink still there. Her fingertips are slightly stained red, but she doesn't seem to notice.
[Mayyyybe] you can say that. As for [When, exactly?] it happened? No idea! But this is the [Reel] me! Nothing else!
111 looks down at Angelâs hands, snickering, but saying nothing regardless.
Now then, [How] about getting [me] that [Juice] I asked about?
A rapid knocking can be heard on 632's door, repeating over and over and over and etc. until he finally opens it.
On the other side is a panicked Angel, out of breath from sprinting up five flights of stairs.
Ethan... Ethan you gotta help... There's... Employee Lounge...
She takes a minute, hands on her knees, to catch her breath.
Floor 1 employee lounge. Something fucked up went down, I need your help because who else would I ask?? We need to go down there ASAP.
Oh, jeez, I...
He looks around for a minute. No, his research can wait, Angel clearly needs his help right now. He steps out into the hall, shutting the door behind him.
Can you tell me what happened? Did you... did you do something again? Please say I don't have to cover for you again, you know I'm not right for that...
She shakes her head.
Why would you think I did anything? Come on now, I'm not THAT bad...
She pauses, seeing her partner's raised eyebrow.
Okay maybe a bit. I did fuck this up, yes, but what's important right now is we NEED to get to the lounge. Someone's in serious need of help.
She pulls 632 down the hall, towards the stairs, before booking it down. She doesn't look behind her at first, but after two flights, she realizes her partner is a few steps behind. She slows down a bit, allowing him to catch up, before leading him to the employee lounge.
111 is still passed out where she left them, not in the most comfortable position, but safe enough to be left there.
...I don't know what to do. We were fucking around with the printer, and then they just... Drank the fucking ink thingy??? And passed out. How do we revive them? Do I need to hide a body? I...
She takes a few more deep breaths, trying to calm herself.
They... they what. Was this some sort of dare??? You can't be still doing those, the last one could've killed someone-
632 notices her panic, and cuts himself off. He walks over and puts a hand on her shoulder, trying to ground her.
They're not dead, don't worry. Their chest is moving, and they seem to be okay. They probably already had an issue that caused them to do that, and then they passed out because of it. It'll be okay, but all we can do right now is keep an eye on them and wait.
He leads Angel to other seating, leaving the couch space for 111, and gets her to sit down.
We can watch them while we talk, okay? While we wait, do you care to explain what the containers of Jello are doing here?
Angel sits down, still focused on her breathing, staring into her lap. After a moment, she looks up again.
Yeah, yeah, you're right. There's not much else we can do right now.
The jello is nothing! They're perfectly normal supplies for the office, don't worry about it.
She smiles playfully as she talks, ignoring Ethan's sigh. He may be used to her shenanigans after this long, but she thinks it's still fun to mess with him.
...He doesn't agree.
The two continue talking for a few more minutes, discussing their days and some random topics, until a sound from the couch startles them.
Angel and Ethan both look at each other, confirming they heard it too, before walking over to @employee111 .
111 is heard wincing, the couch quietly creaking as they proceed to sit up.
They seem oddly alert as their eyes look up at the two. A chuckle escapes their throat.
Sorry for the [Scare], everyone. I didnât [shiver your timbers] too much, did I?
Without waiting for response, theyâd stand up from the couch, fixing their shirtâs collar.
Now then! How about [We] get [Mii] some more of that [Juice!]?
632 glances over at Angel, then back at 111. Strange guy to be dismantling printers for, but alright. They'd have to talk later.
...Sure, but. Are you doing well? I wasn't here for the issue, but you just woke up. Are you sure you're not dizzy?
He's a bit quieter than before, less comfortable than in the lab or aquarium. He fidgets with his shirt collar as he talks, but keeps a close eye on 111.
Maybe you should rest a bit more, you don't seem perfectly fine.
What? No! Are you [INSANE?!]?
I feel like [Nothing More Than A Million Bucks]! Not [Dizzy]! Nope!
Youâre [Worried About What?] about me, but look at [You]? Are you sure [youuuuuuâre] okay? Youâre not in [your] element [Whatsoever!]!
A rapid knocking can be heard on 632's door, repeating over and over and over and etc. until he finally opens it.
On the other side is a panicked Angel, out of breath from sprinting up five flights of stairs.
Ethan... Ethan you gotta help... There's... Employee Lounge...
She takes a minute, hands on her knees, to catch her breath.
Floor 1 employee lounge. Something fucked up went down, I need your help because who else would I ask?? We need to go down there ASAP.
Oh, jeez, I...
He looks around for a minute. No, his research can wait, Angel clearly needs his help right now. He steps out into the hall, shutting the door behind him.
Can you tell me what happened? Did you... did you do something again? Please say I don't have to cover for you again, you know I'm not right for that...
She shakes her head.
Why would you think I did anything? Come on now, I'm not THAT bad...
She pauses, seeing her partner's raised eyebrow.
Okay maybe a bit. I did fuck this up, yes, but what's important right now is we NEED to get to the lounge. Someone's in serious need of help.
She pulls 632 down the hall, towards the stairs, before booking it down. She doesn't look behind her at first, but after two flights, she realizes her partner is a few steps behind. She slows down a bit, allowing him to catch up, before leading him to the employee lounge.
111 is still passed out where she left them, not in the most comfortable position, but safe enough to be left there.
...I don't know what to do. We were fucking around with the printer, and then they just... Drank the fucking ink thingy??? And passed out. How do we revive them? Do I need to hide a body? I...
She takes a few more deep breaths, trying to calm herself.
They... they what. Was this some sort of dare??? You can't be still doing those, the last one could've killed someone-
632 notices her panic, and cuts himself off. He walks over and puts a hand on her shoulder, trying to ground her.
They're not dead, don't worry. Their chest is moving, and they seem to be okay. They probably already had an issue that caused them to do that, and then they passed out because of it. It'll be okay, but all we can do right now is keep an eye on them and wait.
He leads Angel to other seating, leaving the couch space for 111, and gets her to sit down.
We can watch them while we talk, okay? While we wait, do you care to explain what the containers of Jello are doing here?
Angel sits down, still focused on her breathing, staring into her lap. After a moment, she looks up again.
Yeah, yeah, you're right. There's not much else we can do right now.
The jello is nothing! They're perfectly normal supplies for the office, don't worry about it.
She smiles playfully as she talks, ignoring Ethan's sigh. He may be used to her shenanigans after this long, but she thinks it's still fun to mess with him.
...He doesn't agree.
The two continue talking for a few more minutes, discussing their days and some random topics, until a sound from the couch startles them.
Angel and Ethan both look at each other, confirming they heard it too, before walking over to @employee111 .
111 is heard wincing, the couch quietly creaking as they proceed to sit up.
They seem oddly alert as their eyes look up at the two. A chuckle escapes their throat.
Sorry for the [Scare], everyone. I didnât [shiver your timbers] too much, did I?
Without waiting for response, theyâd stand up from the couch, fixing their shirtâs collar.
Now then! How about [We] get [Mii] some more of that [Juice!]?
-Mmkay. Iâve been awake for, what, maybe 24 hours at this point? Uh- give or take.
No clue whats happened in the office since I was last awake, but? Doesnât look like thereâs much else I can do right now.
111 swipes a metal stapler from their desk. Watching it glint as the light hit it, 111 would let out a huff, shifting it in their hands as they left their office.
While 111 walks down the hall, they see a figure start to approach them. Is she... carrying tubs of jello??? When she spots 111, she freezes in place for a moment.
Shit, I thought no one would be out here right now. You saw nothing, 'kay?
She shifts her weight slightly, adjusting the jello in her arms.
Say, what are you doing anyways, dude? You're... I forgot your name, my bad.
111 stops in their tracks, blinking as they take note of the tubs of jello in 146âs arms.
Uh- excuse me?
111 would look down at the stapler in their hands before looking back at 146.
..No worries. I donât think weâve ever met. I was just on my way to uh, get something. Yeah.
111 awkwardly coughs.
She pauses for a moment, looking 111 up and down.
...alrighty then. Well, if you need a helping hand with anything, lemme know, I guess.
Is your job stapling or some shit? I've heard of people who just press buttons or sharpen pencils, it wouldn't be all that crazy...
Oh, uh, by the way. I'm Angel. I'd put out my hand to shake but-
She nods down to the containers in her arms.
..No, I think Iâm good for now.
And- no, uh, my job isnât just doing that. Just a normal office worker like you, I think.
You can call me One, by the way. Donât worry about the uh.. hand shaking situation.
111 would look down at Angelâs hands, then back up at said Employeeâs face.
-Uh. You wouldnât happen to know where any printers are, would you?
Eh, I wouldn't call myself normal. But yeah, I work in IT, so I guess it's one of those jobs.
Neat name! Or, well, I'm assuming it's part of that numbers bullcrap... As long as you like it, my dude!
And printers... hm. I believe there should be one in the first floor employee lounge?
She points her head in the general direction of the lounge.
That one's been acting funky for a bit though, so you might wanna go to the second floor if you wanna print anything colorized.
IT? Hows that department? Sounds.. odd, if it requires you to carry around jello. Then again, I doubt the jelloâs part of the job.
-Yeah, part of the whole numbers thing. But! Couldnât be bothered to figure out an actual name, so here I am.
The one in the lounge should work just fine for me. Wanna come along, or?- 111 asks, one of their hands motioning toward the tubs of jello as they finish speaking.
Yeah, the jello's for something a bit more... recreational.
A small smirk lingers on Angel's face. Not mean, but mischievous.
Fair enough! You still made it your own though. Fight the machine and all that jazz...
And hell yeah, I'd love to! I could probably do some stuff there... as long as HR doesn't get on my ass for it.
She shakes her head at that last part, realizing how suspicious it sounds.
Come on, then!
Without missing a beat, she turns towards the lounge, forgetting to check if 111 is still behind her.
Alright then, you go do whatever you need to do with that jello. 111 hums, shrugging as they looked around.
Never considered my name to be like that. -Anyhow, alright then, lead the way.
111 lets out a somewhat shaky exhale, stretching parts of their arms as they proceed to follow Angel. They would blink, their eyes flicking down at the stapler, then back at Angel.
Angel doesn't respond to 111, lost in her own thoughts as she walks.
Eventually, they both get to the lounge. She sets her jello down on a side table, eyeing 111 as she does.
I don't know exactly what you'll do with a broken printer...
Anyways, you're not a snitch, are you?
She pops open the lid of one of her containers, still watching 111.
As they both arrive in the lounge, 111âs eyes immediately focus on the printer. Shifting the stapler in their hand, theyâd walk over, eyeing it closer.
-Hm? No, Iâm not a snitch. Theyâd mutter.
Looking back over at Angel, theyâd tilt their head.
What are you even doing with that jello, anyway?
Ah, good then.
As she says that, she walks over to the lounge's coffee machine. The slot for water is almost completely empty, and she... puts jello inside it. Wow, okay.
Eh, just fuckin' around. This place doesn't have much to do, people haven't sent me any tickets in a while. I got this jello from A- place in the office. Anything I can do to make the bosses' lives a little harder!
What are you even doing with that printer, anyway?
..Alright then, I guess thatâs one way to use jello.
111 stiffens up as the attention is turned to them. With their eyes focused back on the printer, theyâd let out an exhale.
Oh yeah. That. Theyâd mutter.
Standing still and motionless for a moment, suddenly theyâd back up, raising the metal stapler, gripping it with both hands.
It would meet the material of the printer with a loud bang. 111 would repeat it again, another bang occurring.
Angel watches the first hit, jolting back at the loud sound. After the second hit, she rushes over, grabbing 111's wrists just before a third one can land on the damaged metal.
Dude, what are you doing??? If you wanna wreck property, you gotta be quieter than that. And start small, will ya? If they see an entire broken printer people are gonna get suspicious.
I get it if you're pissed about something, but there's gotta be less noticeable things you can wreck. Why don't we start with something smaller, alrighty? Or at least, maybe wreck the printer some other way...
I'm sure there's some way to dismantle this thing without making this much noise?
111 would tug their wrists away from Angel, a glint of something within their eyes as they did so.
Their eyes would narrow as they listened to her, on the verge of scoffing before they heard her last statement.
You know what? Thatâs. Thatâs a great idea.
Help me figure out how to take this thing apart.
111 would place the stapler on a nearby surface, their eyes flicking back to Angel.
Angel looks at 111 for a moment. Something is... off. But she's not one to question someone's motives for destruction.
Well, the best way to do some real damage is to get to its guts. That way it's not obvious something isn't right until you turn on the printer and- bam! Nothing happens!
So, let me just...
She walks around the machine for a moment, before setting her eyes on a small panel on the side. She gets on her knees and unplugs the printer, giving a small wink to 11.
Safety first!
She then pulls a pair of... tweezers? Out of her pocket. Angel uses them to unscrew the panel with ease, before casually throwing it to the side. She's clearly messed with these sorts of things before.
Jackpot!
She motions for 111 to come over, displaying the "guts" like an award-winning piece of art. The insides are mainly a mess of wires and other pieces of equipment, with some ink cartridges at the top. But they seem to be... leaking. A dark red ink slowly drips over everything, still continuing even after Angel pulls out the cartridge.
Huh, I guess that's why the colors stopped working.
She puts it down inside the machine, her fingers already covered in the stuff. It feels... tingley. Her hand starts to feel a little numb, and a slight headache starts to form. Weird.
So, I'll just step back and... let you go apeshit? I'll close the panel whenever you're done.
And she does just that.
111 would proceed to watch the whole process with an odd amount of precision. Theyâd walk over, taking the cartridge from where Angel had left it, turning it over in their hands, peering closely at it. Theyâd fiddle with a part of the cartridge, trying to crack it open.
You might want to wash your hands after touching that stuff. Theyâd mutter, eyes focused on the crude, bleeding piece of plastic before them.
Hearing a familiar noise akin to a click, theyâd pry the two halves of the cartridge apart, staring at the insides.
Without any hesitation, theyâd throw their head back, tilting one of the halves over to pour the blood-like substance into their mouth.
Theyâd stand there, motionless for a bit, before dropping unconscious onto the carpeted floor.
-Mmkay. Iâve been awake for, what, maybe 24 hours at this point? Uh- give or take.
No clue whats happened in the office since I was last awake, but? Doesnât look like thereâs much else I can do right now.
111 swipes a metal stapler from their desk. Watching it glint as the light hit it, 111 would let out a huff, shifting it in their hands as they left their office.
While 111 walks down the hall, they see a figure start to approach them. Is she... carrying tubs of jello??? When she spots 111, she freezes in place for a moment.
Shit, I thought no one would be out here right now. You saw nothing, 'kay?
She shifts her weight slightly, adjusting the jello in her arms.
Say, what are you doing anyways, dude? You're... I forgot your name, my bad.
111 stops in their tracks, blinking as they take note of the tubs of jello in 146âs arms.
Uh- excuse me?
111 would look down at the stapler in their hands before looking back at 146.
..No worries. I donât think weâve ever met. I was just on my way to uh, get something. Yeah.
111 awkwardly coughs.
She pauses for a moment, looking 111 up and down.
...alrighty then. Well, if you need a helping hand with anything, lemme know, I guess.
Is your job stapling or some shit? I've heard of people who just press buttons or sharpen pencils, it wouldn't be all that crazy...
Oh, uh, by the way. I'm Angel. I'd put out my hand to shake but-
She nods down to the containers in her arms.
..No, I think Iâm good for now.
And- no, uh, my job isnât just doing that. Just a normal office worker like you, I think.
You can call me One, by the way. Donât worry about the uh.. hand shaking situation.
111 would look down at Angelâs hands, then back up at said Employeeâs face.
-Uh. You wouldnât happen to know where any printers are, would you?
Eh, I wouldn't call myself normal. But yeah, I work in IT, so I guess it's one of those jobs.
Neat name! Or, well, I'm assuming it's part of that numbers bullcrap... As long as you like it, my dude!
And printers... hm. I believe there should be one in the first floor employee lounge?
She points her head in the general direction of the lounge.
That one's been acting funky for a bit though, so you might wanna go to the second floor if you wanna print anything colorized.
IT? Hows that department? Sounds.. odd, if it requires you to carry around jello. Then again, I doubt the jelloâs part of the job.
-Yeah, part of the whole numbers thing. But! Couldnât be bothered to figure out an actual name, so here I am.
The one in the lounge should work just fine for me. Wanna come along, or?- 111 asks, one of their hands motioning toward the tubs of jello as they finish speaking.
Yeah, the jello's for something a bit more... recreational.
A small smirk lingers on Angel's face. Not mean, but mischievous.
Fair enough! You still made it your own though. Fight the machine and all that jazz...
And hell yeah, I'd love to! I could probably do some stuff there... as long as HR doesn't get on my ass for it.
She shakes her head at that last part, realizing how suspicious it sounds.
Come on, then!
Without missing a beat, she turns towards the lounge, forgetting to check if 111 is still behind her.
Alright then, you go do whatever you need to do with that jello. 111 hums, shrugging as they looked around.
Never considered my name to be like that. -Anyhow, alright then, lead the way.
111 lets out a somewhat shaky exhale, stretching parts of their arms as they proceed to follow Angel. They would blink, their eyes flicking down at the stapler, then back at Angel.
Angel doesn't respond to 111, lost in her own thoughts as she walks.
Eventually, they both get to the lounge. She sets her jello down on a side table, eyeing 111 as she does.
I don't know exactly what you'll do with a broken printer...
Anyways, you're not a snitch, are you?
She pops open the lid of one of her containers, still watching 111.
As they both arrive in the lounge, 111âs eyes immediately focus on the printer. Shifting the stapler in their hand, theyâd walk over, eyeing it closer.
-Hm? No, Iâm not a snitch. Theyâd mutter.
Looking back over at Angel, theyâd tilt their head.
What are you even doing with that jello, anyway?
Ah, good then.
As she says that, she walks over to the lounge's coffee machine. The slot for water is almost completely empty, and she... puts jello inside it. Wow, okay.
Eh, just fuckin' around. This place doesn't have much to do, people haven't sent me any tickets in a while. I got this jello from A- place in the office. Anything I can do to make the bosses' lives a little harder!
What are you even doing with that printer, anyway?
..Alright then, I guess thatâs one way to use jello.
111 stiffens up as the attention is turned to them. With their eyes focused back on the printer, theyâd let out an exhale.
Oh yeah. That. Theyâd mutter.
Standing still and motionless for a moment, suddenly theyâd back up, raising the metal stapler, gripping it with both hands.
It would meet the material of the printer with a loud bang. 111 would repeat it again, another bang occurring.
Angel watches the first hit, jolting back at the loud sound. After the second hit, she rushes over, grabbing 111's wrists just before a third one can land on the damaged metal.
Dude, what are you doing??? If you wanna wreck property, you gotta be quieter than that. And start small, will ya? If they see an entire broken printer people are gonna get suspicious.
I get it if you're pissed about something, but there's gotta be less noticeable things you can wreck. Why don't we start with something smaller, alrighty? Or at least, maybe wreck the printer some other way...
I'm sure there's some way to dismantle this thing without making this much noise?
111 would tug their wrists away from Angel, a glint of something within their eyes as they did so.
Their eyes would narrow as they listened to her, on the verge of scoffing before they heard her last statement.
You know what? Thatâs. Thatâs a great idea.
Help me figure out how to take this thing apart.
111 would place the stapler on a nearby surface, their eyes flicking back to Angel.
-Mmkay. Iâve been awake for, what, maybe 24 hours at this point? Uh- give or take.
No clue whats happened in the office since I was last awake, but? Doesnât look like thereâs much else I can do right now.
111 swipes a metal stapler from their desk. Watching it glint as the light hit it, 111 would let out a huff, shifting it in their hands as they left their office.
While 111 walks down the hall, they see a figure start to approach them. Is she... carrying tubs of jello??? When she spots 111, she freezes in place for a moment.
Shit, I thought no one would be out here right now. You saw nothing, 'kay?
She shifts her weight slightly, adjusting the jello in her arms.
Say, what are you doing anyways, dude? You're... I forgot your name, my bad.
111 stops in their tracks, blinking as they take note of the tubs of jello in 146âs arms.
Uh- excuse me?
111 would look down at the stapler in their hands before looking back at 146.
..No worries. I donât think weâve ever met. I was just on my way to uh, get something. Yeah.
111 awkwardly coughs.
She pauses for a moment, looking 111 up and down.
...alrighty then. Well, if you need a helping hand with anything, lemme know, I guess.
Is your job stapling or some shit? I've heard of people who just press buttons or sharpen pencils, it wouldn't be all that crazy...
Oh, uh, by the way. I'm Angel. I'd put out my hand to shake but-
She nods down to the containers in her arms.
..No, I think Iâm good for now.
And- no, uh, my job isnât just doing that. Just a normal office worker like you, I think.
You can call me One, by the way. Donât worry about the uh.. hand shaking situation.
111 would look down at Angelâs hands, then back up at said Employeeâs face.
-Uh. You wouldnât happen to know where any printers are, would you?
Eh, I wouldn't call myself normal. But yeah, I work in IT, so I guess it's one of those jobs.
Neat name! Or, well, I'm assuming it's part of that numbers bullcrap... As long as you like it, my dude!
And printers... hm. I believe there should be one in the first floor employee lounge?
She points her head in the general direction of the lounge.
That one's been acting funky for a bit though, so you might wanna go to the second floor if you wanna print anything colorized.
IT? Hows that department? Sounds.. odd, if it requires you to carry around jello. Then again, I doubt the jelloâs part of the job.
-Yeah, part of the whole numbers thing. But! Couldnât be bothered to figure out an actual name, so here I am.
The one in the lounge should work just fine for me. Wanna come along, or?- 111 asks, one of their hands motioning toward the tubs of jello as they finish speaking.
Yeah, the jello's for something a bit more... recreational.
A small smirk lingers on Angel's face. Not mean, but mischievous.
Fair enough! You still made it your own though. Fight the machine and all that jazz...
And hell yeah, I'd love to! I could probably do some stuff there... as long as HR doesn't get on my ass for it.
She shakes her head at that last part, realizing how suspicious it sounds.
Come on, then!
Without missing a beat, she turns towards the lounge, forgetting to check if 111 is still behind her.
Alright then, you go do whatever you need to do with that jello. 111 hums, shrugging as they looked around.
Never considered my name to be like that. -Anyhow, alright then, lead the way.
111 lets out a somewhat shaky exhale, stretching parts of their arms as they proceed to follow Angel. They would blink, their eyes flicking down at the stapler, then back at Angel.
Angel doesn't respond to 111, lost in her own thoughts as she walks.
Eventually, they both get to the lounge. She sets her jello down on a side table, eyeing 111 as she does.
I don't know exactly what you'll do with a broken printer...
Anyways, you're not a snitch, are you?
She pops open the lid of one of her containers, still watching 111.
As they both arrive in the lounge, 111âs eyes immediately focus on the printer. Shifting the stapler in their hand, theyâd walk over, eyeing it closer.
-Hm? No, Iâm not a snitch. Theyâd mutter.
Looking back over at Angel, theyâd tilt their head.
What are you even doing with that jello, anyway?
Ah, good then.
As she says that, she walks over to the lounge's coffee machine. The slot for water is almost completely empty, and she... puts jello inside it. Wow, okay.
Eh, just fuckin' around. This place doesn't have much to do, people haven't sent me any tickets in a while. I got this jello from A- place in the office. Anything I can do to make the bosses' lives a little harder!
What are you even doing with that printer, anyway?
..Alright then, I guess thatâs one way to use jello.
111 stiffens up as the attention is turned to them. With their eyes focused back on the printer, theyâd let out an exhale.
Oh yeah. That. Theyâd mutter.
Standing still and motionless for a moment, suddenly theyâd back up, raising the metal stapler, gripping it with both hands.
It would meet the material of the printer with a loud bang. 111 would repeat it again, another bang occurring.
-Mmkay. Iâve been awake for, what, maybe 24 hours at this point? Uh- give or take.
No clue whats happened in the office since I was last awake, but? Doesnât look like thereâs much else I can do right now.
111 swipes a metal stapler from their desk. Watching it glint as the light hit it, 111 would let out a huff, shifting it in their hands as they left their office.
While 111 walks down the hall, they see a figure start to approach them. Is she... carrying tubs of jello??? When she spots 111, she freezes in place for a moment.
Shit, I thought no one would be out here right now. You saw nothing, 'kay?
She shifts her weight slightly, adjusting the jello in her arms.
Say, what are you doing anyways, dude? You're... I forgot your name, my bad.
111 stops in their tracks, blinking as they take note of the tubs of jello in 146âs arms.
Uh- excuse me?
111 would look down at the stapler in their hands before looking back at 146.
..No worries. I donât think weâve ever met. I was just on my way to uh, get something. Yeah.
111 awkwardly coughs.
She pauses for a moment, looking 111 up and down.
...alrighty then. Well, if you need a helping hand with anything, lemme know, I guess.
Is your job stapling or some shit? I've heard of people who just press buttons or sharpen pencils, it wouldn't be all that crazy...
Oh, uh, by the way. I'm Angel. I'd put out my hand to shake but-
She nods down to the containers in her arms.
..No, I think Iâm good for now.
And- no, uh, my job isnât just doing that. Just a normal office worker like you, I think.
You can call me One, by the way. Donât worry about the uh.. hand shaking situation.
111 would look down at Angelâs hands, then back up at said Employeeâs face.
-Uh. You wouldnât happen to know where any printers are, would you?
Eh, I wouldn't call myself normal. But yeah, I work in IT, so I guess it's one of those jobs.
Neat name! Or, well, I'm assuming it's part of that numbers bullcrap... As long as you like it, my dude!
And printers... hm. I believe there should be one in the first floor employee lounge?
She points her head in the general direction of the lounge.
That one's been acting funky for a bit though, so you might wanna go to the second floor if you wanna print anything colorized.
IT? Hows that department? Sounds.. odd, if it requires you to carry around jello. Then again, I doubt the jelloâs part of the job.
-Yeah, part of the whole numbers thing. But! Couldnât be bothered to figure out an actual name, so here I am.
The one in the lounge should work just fine for me. Wanna come along, or?- 111 asks, one of their hands motioning toward the tubs of jello as they finish speaking.
Yeah, the jello's for something a bit more... recreational.
A small smirk lingers on Angel's face. Not mean, but mischievous.
Fair enough! You still made it your own though. Fight the machine and all that jazz...
And hell yeah, I'd love to! I could probably do some stuff there... as long as HR doesn't get on my ass for it.
She shakes her head at that last part, realizing how suspicious it sounds.
Come on, then!
Without missing a beat, she turns towards the lounge, forgetting to check if 111 is still behind her.
Alright then, you go do whatever you need to do with that jello. 111 hums, shrugging as they looked around.
Never considered my name to be like that. -Anyhow, alright then, lead the way.
111 lets out a somewhat shaky exhale, stretching parts of their arms as they proceed to follow Angel. They would blink, their eyes flicking down at the stapler, then back at Angel.
Angel doesn't respond to 111, lost in her own thoughts as she walks.
Eventually, they both get to the lounge. She sets her jello down on a side table, eyeing 111 as she does.
I don't know exactly what you'll do with a broken printer...
Anyways, you're not a snitch, are you?
She pops open the lid of one of her containers, still watching 111.
As they both arrive in the lounge, 111âs eyes immediately focus on the printer. Shifting the stapler in their hand, theyâd walk over, eyeing it closer.
-Hm? No, Iâm not a snitch. Theyâd mutter.
Looking back over at Angel, theyâd tilt their head.
What are you even doing with that jello, anyway?
-Mmkay. Iâve been awake for, what, maybe 24 hours at this point? Uh- give or take.
No clue whats happened in the office since I was last awake, but? Doesnât look like thereâs much else I can do right now.
111 swipes a metal stapler from their desk. Watching it glint as the light hit it, 111 would let out a huff, shifting it in their hands as they left their office.
While 111 walks down the hall, they see a figure start to approach them. Is she... carrying tubs of jello??? When she spots 111, she freezes in place for a moment.
Shit, I thought no one would be out here right now. You saw nothing, 'kay?
She shifts her weight slightly, adjusting the jello in her arms.
Say, what are you doing anyways, dude? You're... I forgot your name, my bad.
111 stops in their tracks, blinking as they take note of the tubs of jello in 146âs arms.
Uh- excuse me?
111 would look down at the stapler in their hands before looking back at 146.
..No worries. I donât think weâve ever met. I was just on my way to uh, get something. Yeah.
111 awkwardly coughs.
She pauses for a moment, looking 111 up and down.
...alrighty then. Well, if you need a helping hand with anything, lemme know, I guess.
Is your job stapling or some shit? I've heard of people who just press buttons or sharpen pencils, it wouldn't be all that crazy...
Oh, uh, by the way. I'm Angel. I'd put out my hand to shake but-
She nods down to the containers in her arms.
..No, I think Iâm good for now.
And- no, uh, my job isnât just doing that. Just a normal office worker like you, I think.
You can call me One, by the way. Donât worry about the uh.. hand shaking situation.
111 would look down at Angelâs hands, then back up at said Employeeâs face.
-Uh. You wouldnât happen to know where any printers are, would you?
Eh, I wouldn't call myself normal. But yeah, I work in IT, so I guess it's one of those jobs.
Neat name! Or, well, I'm assuming it's part of that numbers bullcrap... As long as you like it, my dude!
And printers... hm. I believe there should be one in the first floor employee lounge?
She points her head in the general direction of the lounge.
That one's been acting funky for a bit though, so you might wanna go to the second floor if you wanna print anything colorized.
IT? Hows that department? Sounds.. odd, if it requires you to carry around jello. Then again, I doubt the jelloâs part of the job.
-Yeah, part of the whole numbers thing. But! Couldnât be bothered to figure out an actual name, so here I am.
The one in the lounge should work just fine for me. Wanna come along, or?- 111 asks, one of their hands motioning toward the tubs of jello as they finish speaking.
Yeah, the jello's for something a bit more... recreational.
A small smirk lingers on Angel's face. Not mean, but mischievous.
Fair enough! You still made it your own though. Fight the machine and all that jazz...
And hell yeah, I'd love to! I could probably do some stuff there... as long as HR doesn't get on my ass for it.
She shakes her head at that last part, realizing how suspicious it sounds.
Come on, then!
Without missing a beat, she turns towards the lounge, forgetting to check if 111 is still behind her.
Alright then, you go do whatever you need to do with that jello. 111 hums, shrugging as they looked around.
Never considered my name to be like that. -Anyhow, alright then, lead the way.
111 lets out a somewhat shaky exhale, stretching parts of their arms as they proceed to follow Angel. They would blink, their eyes flicking down at the stapler, then back at Angel.
-Mmkay. Iâve been awake for, what, maybe 24 hours at this point? Uh- give or take.
No clue whats happened in the office since I was last awake, but? Doesnât look like thereâs much else I can do right now.
111 swipes a metal stapler from their desk. Watching it glint as the light hit it, 111 would let out a huff, shifting it in their hands as they left their office.
While 111 walks down the hall, they see a figure start to approach them. Is she... carrying tubs of jello??? When she spots 111, she freezes in place for a moment.
Shit, I thought no one would be out here right now. You saw nothing, 'kay?
She shifts her weight slightly, adjusting the jello in her arms.
Say, what are you doing anyways, dude? You're... I forgot your name, my bad.
111 stops in their tracks, blinking as they take note of the tubs of jello in 146âs arms.
Uh- excuse me?
111 would look down at the stapler in their hands before looking back at 146.
..No worries. I donât think weâve ever met. I was just on my way to uh, get something. Yeah.
111 awkwardly coughs.
She pauses for a moment, looking 111 up and down.
...alrighty then. Well, if you need a helping hand with anything, lemme know, I guess.
Is your job stapling or some shit? I've heard of people who just press buttons or sharpen pencils, it wouldn't be all that crazy...
Oh, uh, by the way. I'm Angel. I'd put out my hand to shake but-
She nods down to the containers in her arms.
..No, I think Iâm good for now.
And- no, uh, my job isnât just doing that. Just a normal office worker like you, I think.
You can call me One, by the way. Donât worry about the uh.. hand shaking situation.
111 would look down at Angelâs hands, then back up at said Employeeâs face.
-Uh. You wouldnât happen to know where any printers are, would you?
Eh, I wouldn't call myself normal. But yeah, I work in IT, so I guess it's one of those jobs.
Neat name! Or, well, I'm assuming it's part of that numbers bullcrap... As long as you like it, my dude!
And printers... hm. I believe there should be one in the first floor employee lounge?
She points her head in the general direction of the lounge.
That one's been acting funky for a bit though, so you might wanna go to the second floor if you wanna print anything colorized.
IT? Hows that department? Sounds.. odd, if it requires you to carry around jello. Then again, I doubt the jelloâs part of the job.
-Yeah, part of the whole numbers thing. But! Couldnât be bothered to figure out an actual name, so here I am.
The one in the lounge should work just fine for me. Wanna come along, or?- 111 asks, one of their hands motioning toward the tubs of jello as they finish speaking.
