i am a poseur and I don't care !

crossfandom oc askblog , read intro

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everything is better when it's alá mode!

introduction post

rules ! ! !

no nsfw,, flirting/joke flirting is ok ^_^.

no hate speech ! you will be blocked aua

don't be a dick ooc? idm 'bout ic whatsoever llmao

don't play my character for me puhhlease

don't resend asks !

m!as are allowed !

basic stuff ,

barracuda has no set age ?

he goes by any pronouns !

source game: gasa4 , though this blog is multifandom

every other day they have a new accent! idiot

she's a tad shorter than the average robloxian ,

mix of a sentinel and trapper– he uses a shovel !

mod stuff !

we go by battery, liam, or whatever name seems fit ! will tag an ooc post with mod post: ___

bodily a minor

expect rreally inconsistent responses , i forget bout blogs

aaua dms are always open if you wanna talk-- i will NOT be ic, though lmoa

tags

; heads up! -- asks

; you again!! -- recurring anons/blogs

; thats not me!! -- mod tag

; again and again -- rbs

current m!a ; no m!a

m!a duration ; no m!a

taken anons:

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you seem joyful and nice

get hugged

; OH G Thank'ya !!!

> they returned the hug, mindful of the shovel attached to their belt. didn't wanna hit someone on accident !

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[m4fios0]

; hey :3

> @gone--fishin

;; “ no . no ”

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consid e r^o^ yesful! agreemaxxing?

[the-shapeshifter-project]

> @gone--fishin youll never guess wh

sitting in a sideroom, it flipped through a few of the dna files she'd picked up, skimming them. Nothing interesting. He didn't understand why urbanshade cared so much about the dna. It didn't seem interesting enough to be noteworthy? all just some corporate jargon.

*It skittered along in the vents, rapidly making xyr way from room to room, before it noticed Barracuda and stopped abruptly.

It paused in a vent behind you, looking into the room, staring at you from behind the grate, looking down at what you were reading.*

[gone--fishin]

> Something about the angler variants, before flipping to the next folder. Again, nothing too interesting to him. all of this was boring and pointless.

Standing up, she watched the door for a moment, not bothering to check behind himself. Main concern was anglers. Too prominent.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*It growled and chittered quietly behind you.

It hungered. Xyr body hurt so, so much. So hungry.

The spines on their back raised, scraping lightly against the roof of the vent.*

[gone--fishin]

> It turned on his heels, hands tightening around the files- maybe she should've put them back in his pocket .Wwhhaatever.

; “ Oh!! you !!!! Hello!! ”

> tthhank the admins it wasn't anything else. Didn't have the bandwidth to fight with a wall dweller.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

You… friend…

*It sounded raspier… angrier.

It shoved the vent cover off and threw it aside with a loud crash, and then crawled about halfway through the vent.

A few tentacle-like appendages came from the vent as well. It looked similar to those locker-creatures you’d been seeing.*

Will you… help me?

[gone--fishin]

> Oh! that ,wasn't a good sign. probably.

“ dddepends. what'dya need, dude? ”

> she took a step back. precaution! safety was important-- friend or not. this was still the evil fish place. had to remember that.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

I’m… hungry.

*It lunged out of the locker, quickly pinning you to the ground.

Its claws dug into your arms and chest, its serrated, doglike teeth far too close for comfort.

The inside of its mouth was bright purple- and so were the spines on its back, and the tips its claws.*

So… hungry…

It hurts… too much…

[gone--fishin]

> SHIt???THATSNOT?

“ HHEY ? HEY NOW ? YOU DON'T ?”

> MAYBE NOT ENOUGH BANDWIDTH TO DEAL WITH FRIEND EITHER

“ you can-- find another expendable !theres- a group not tto ofar ahead !- m'not gonna taste good, i sswe a r- more like rubber than anythin' else, i promise !”

> how doyou even go about this?Ffuck their head hurt from the initial impact .that couldn't be good !ow --

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*They tried to mimic your own voice- a raspy impersonation of yourself.*

Please. Don't… make this difficult.

*It seemed to be hesitating. But that didn’t stop xem.

It’s claws slowly dug further into your skin, until it pierced your skin.

The pain was sharp and near unbearable.

You immediately felt sick to your stomach- toxins from the void fluid seeping into your bloodstream were making you feel nauseous and lightheaded.*

[gone--fishin]

> THAT ?WASNOThe thatwasMy voice- hholyshitow

“ hHEY HEY .QHIT THAT ?THAT SMEAN. VERY??? MY VOI. MY VOI CE TOOHHholy- ”

> couldn't even roll out from uunder ffuuck Fuckthis is. Not ideal!didnt want to hurt them? might be theonlyoptionHoly hell

he kicked at them-maybe that wouldnt work Maybe.yeah! wouldnt hurt it. yeah.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*The second you mention their voice, they shuddered- unintentionally digging their claws deeper into your skin.*

My… voice…

*It responded to the kick by developing another mouth- it’s ribcage splitting open to form teeth and biting down on your leg.

But after an excruciatingly long moment- their grip loosening almost completely.*

My voice… m-my… voice…

*Its voice wasn’t its own. It spoke in others voices, switching tones and pitches and volumes. It repeated the same phrase over and over.

You caught a glimpse of the card on its lanyard- Experiment Z-8395.*

[gone--fishin]

> they tried sitting upNo?ok . yeah.no. Not doing that.laying back down actuallyh

“ hey- fuck- it's -im sorry ,i didn't ?mean to ,bring anything up, ”

> shouldn't havekickedthemOw ow holy .ThaOw

“ it's ookay –just .maybe .uh. let go ofmy leg- and i can help !that?yes? can we agree on that?? yes??please say yes?? ”

> dizzy. was she losing blood? hard to tell. more ,focused on trying to calm xem. the most focused she could be, at least.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*Their… ribcage? second mouth? let go of your leg as it snapped out of its spiraling.*

Oh no…

*It quickly scooped you up with a combination of tentacles and arms, gently holding you up.*

I-I’m sorry… I…

*It sounded like a little kid now, small and afraid.*

[gone--fishin]

> okwhatevergreatthats Awesome!

“ Noo- no, no, no, you're okay- it's !okay! I promise, it's just .a. uuh. an inconvenience !yeah. let's ,go with that. yeah? ”

> they weren't hurting him now. that's ,astep. everything still hurt like hell, though.

“ i don't ,blame you ,you were just hungry .right? doing what you needed to .its ,not your fault., ”

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*It mumbled something incomprehensible, and then shot up into the vents- still holding you- and moved as fast as they could without hurting you.

You had no idea where it was bringing you.*

[gone--fishin]

> it wouldn't be dragging them off to kill them now, right ?

the sudden movements didn't help her dizziness ,but if it was for !a good reason !then it wouldn't argue.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*It paused over a vent cover, looking down into the room below, and mumbled something under its breath.*

He’s not here…

*It dropped down into the room- Sebastian’s shop, you could see now- and carefully put you down onto a ledge overlooking the area.

It shifted back to its preferred form, and fidgeted with its lanyard.*

D-don’t fall asleep. Won’t be good.

[gone--fishin]

“ I know better than that. i won't , don'worry !”

> hadn't been up on this ledge before! neat vantage point. would have'ta remember that.

she tried sitting up again, slowly pushing himself up. nnnot smart BUT better than before ?not really.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

Sebastian isn’t here now…

I should stay until he gets back… so I can explain…

*It was still hungry.

But it couldn’t leave Barracuda here alone. If she fell asleep, he might not wake up.

And Sebastian would want an explanation.*

[gone--fishin]

“ if'ya can find anythin' he normally sells for food, i can .just bbuy it. i have ,probably , enough research files for anythin', m'sure of it. ”

[the-shapeshifter-project]

I’ll wait until he’s back. Can’t risk anything happening to you while you’re… like this.

*It was extremely angry with itself. How could it have done this? To one of its only friends?

It lashed its tail and chittered quietly.*

[gone--fishin]

“ m' ,probably ggonna be like this for a while, though. no? i don'know much 'bout toxins an' whatnot, but ?i wouldn't assume this goes away in a day ,”

> She watched them, unsure how to tell it that it was fine. maybe it was better just to not talk about it ?

[the-shapeshifter-project]

> @gone--fishin youll never guess wh

sitting in a sideroom, it flipped through a few of the dna files she'd picked up, skimming them. Nothing interesting. He didn't understand why urbanshade cared so much about the dna. It didn't seem interesting enough to be noteworthy? all just some corporate jargon.

*It skittered along in the vents, rapidly making xyr way from room to room, before it noticed Barracuda and stopped abruptly.

It paused in a vent behind you, looking into the room, staring at you from behind the grate, looking down at what you were reading.*

[gone--fishin]

> Something about the angler variants, before flipping to the next folder. Again, nothing too interesting to him. all of this was boring and pointless.

Standing up, she watched the door for a moment, not bothering to check behind himself. Main concern was anglers. Too prominent.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*It growled and chittered quietly behind you.

It hungered. Xyr body hurt so, so much. So hungry.

The spines on their back raised, scraping lightly against the roof of the vent.*

[gone--fishin]

> It turned on his heels, hands tightening around the files- maybe she should've put them back in his pocket .Wwhhaatever.

; “ Oh!! you !!!! Hello!! ”

> tthhank the admins it wasn't anything else. Didn't have the bandwidth to fight with a wall dweller.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

You… friend…

*It sounded raspier… angrier.

It shoved the vent cover off and threw it aside with a loud crash, and then crawled about halfway through the vent.

A few tentacle-like appendages came from the vent as well. It looked similar to those locker-creatures you’d been seeing.*

Will you… help me?

[gone--fishin]

> Oh! that ,wasn't a good sign. probably.

“ dddepends. what'dya need, dude? ”

> she took a step back. precaution! safety was important-- friend or not. this was still the evil fish place. had to remember that.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

I’m… hungry.

*It lunged out of the locker, quickly pinning you to the ground.

Its claws dug into your arms and chest, its serrated, doglike teeth far too close for comfort.

The inside of its mouth was bright purple- and so were the spines on its back, and the tips its claws.*

So… hungry…

It hurts… too much…

[gone--fishin]

> SHIt???THATSNOT?

“ HHEY ? HEY NOW ? YOU DON'T ?”

> MAYBE NOT ENOUGH BANDWIDTH TO DEAL WITH FRIEND EITHER

“ you can-- find another expendable !theres- a group not tto ofar ahead !- m'not gonna taste good, i sswe a r- more like rubber than anythin' else, i promise !”

> how doyou even go about this?Ffuck their head hurt from the initial impact .that couldn't be good !ow --

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*They tried to mimic your own voice- a raspy impersonation of yourself.*

Please. Don't… make this difficult.

*It seemed to be hesitating. But that didn’t stop xem.

It’s claws slowly dug further into your skin, until it pierced your skin.

The pain was sharp and near unbearable.

You immediately felt sick to your stomach- toxins from the void fluid seeping into your bloodstream were making you feel nauseous and lightheaded.*

[gone--fishin]

> THAT ?WASNOThe thatwasMy voice- hholyshitow

“ hHEY HEY .QHIT THAT ?THAT SMEAN. VERY??? MY VOI. MY VOI CE TOOHHholy- ”

> couldn't even roll out from uunder ffuuck Fuckthis is. Not ideal!didnt want to hurt them? might be theonlyoptionHoly hell

he kicked at them-maybe that wouldnt work Maybe.yeah! wouldnt hurt it. yeah.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*The second you mention their voice, they shuddered- unintentionally digging their claws deeper into your skin.*

My… voice…

*It responded to the kick by developing another mouth- it’s ribcage splitting open to form teeth and biting down on your leg.

But after an excruciatingly long moment- their grip loosening almost completely.*

My voice… m-my… voice…

*Its voice wasn’t its own. It spoke in others voices, switching tones and pitches and volumes. It repeated the same phrase over and over.

You caught a glimpse of the card on its lanyard- Experiment Z-8395.*

[gone--fishin]

> they tried sitting upNo?ok . yeah.no. Not doing that.laying back down actuallyh

“ hey- fuck- it's -im sorry ,i didn't ?mean to ,bring anything up, ”

> shouldn't havekickedthemOw ow holy .ThaOw

“ it's ookay –just .maybe .uh. let go ofmy leg- and i can help !that?yes? can we agree on that?? yes??please say yes?? ”

> dizzy. was she losing blood? hard to tell. more ,focused on trying to calm xem. the most focused she could be, at least.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*Their… ribcage? second mouth? let go of your leg as it snapped out of its spiraling.*

Oh no…

*It quickly scooped you up with a combination of tentacles and arms, gently holding you up.*

I-I’m sorry… I…

*It sounded like a little kid now, small and afraid.*

[gone--fishin]

> okwhatevergreatthats Awesome!

“ Noo- no, no, no, you're okay- it's !okay! I promise, it's just .a. uuh. an inconvenience !yeah. let's ,go with that. yeah? ”

> they weren't hurting him now. that's ,astep. everything still hurt like hell, though.

“ i don't ,blame you ,you were just hungry .right? doing what you needed to .its ,not your fault., ”

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*It mumbled something incomprehensible, and then shot up into the vents- still holding you- and moved as fast as they could without hurting you.

You had no idea where it was bringing you.*

[gone--fishin]

> it wouldn't be dragging them off to kill them now, right ?

the sudden movements didn't help her dizziness ,but if it was for !a good reason !then it wouldn't argue.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*It paused over a vent cover, looking down into the room below, and mumbled something under its breath.*

He’s not here…

*It dropped down into the room- Sebastian’s shop, you could see now- and carefully put you down onto a ledge overlooking the area.

It shifted back to its preferred form, and fidgeted with its lanyard.*

D-don’t fall asleep. Won’t be good.

[gone--fishin]

“ I know better than that. i won't , don'worry !”

> hadn't been up on this ledge before! neat vantage point. would have'ta remember that.

she tried sitting up again, slowly pushing himself up. nnnot smart BUT better than before ?not really.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

Sebastian isn’t here now…

I should stay until he gets back… so I can explain…

*It was still hungry.

But it couldn’t leave Barracuda here alone. If she fell asleep, he might not wake up.

And Sebastian would want an explanation.*

[gone--fishin]

“ if'ya can find anythin' he normally sells for food, i can .just bbuy it. i have ,probably , enough research files for anythin', m'sure of it. ”

[the-shapeshifter-project]

> @gone--fishin youll never guess wh

sitting in a sideroom, it flipped through a few of the dna files she'd picked up, skimming them. Nothing interesting. He didn't understand why urbanshade cared so much about the dna. It didn't seem interesting enough to be noteworthy? all just some corporate jargon.

*It skittered along in the vents, rapidly making xyr way from room to room, before it noticed Barracuda and stopped abruptly.

It paused in a vent behind you, looking into the room, staring at you from behind the grate, looking down at what you were reading.*

[gone--fishin]

> Something about the angler variants, before flipping to the next folder. Again, nothing too interesting to him. all of this was boring and pointless.

Standing up, she watched the door for a moment, not bothering to check behind himself. Main concern was anglers. Too prominent.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*It growled and chittered quietly behind you.

It hungered. Xyr body hurt so, so much. So hungry.

The spines on their back raised, scraping lightly against the roof of the vent.*

[gone--fishin]

> It turned on his heels, hands tightening around the files- maybe she should've put them back in his pocket .Wwhhaatever.

; “ Oh!! you !!!! Hello!! ”

> tthhank the admins it wasn't anything else. Didn't have the bandwidth to fight with a wall dweller.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

You… friend…

*It sounded raspier… angrier.

It shoved the vent cover off and threw it aside with a loud crash, and then crawled about halfway through the vent.

A few tentacle-like appendages came from the vent as well. It looked similar to those locker-creatures you’d been seeing.*

Will you… help me?

[gone--fishin]

> Oh! that ,wasn't a good sign. probably.

“ dddepends. what'dya need, dude? ”

> she took a step back. precaution! safety was important-- friend or not. this was still the evil fish place. had to remember that.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

I’m… hungry.

*It lunged out of the locker, quickly pinning you to the ground.

Its claws dug into your arms and chest, its serrated, doglike teeth far too close for comfort.

The inside of its mouth was bright purple- and so were the spines on its back, and the tips its claws.*

So… hungry…

It hurts… too much…

[gone--fishin]

> SHIt???THATSNOT?

“ HHEY ? HEY NOW ? YOU DON'T ?”

> MAYBE NOT ENOUGH BANDWIDTH TO DEAL WITH FRIEND EITHER

“ you can-- find another expendable !theres- a group not tto ofar ahead !- m'not gonna taste good, i sswe a r- more like rubber than anythin' else, i promise !”

> how doyou even go about this?Ffuck their head hurt from the initial impact .that couldn't be good !ow --

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*They tried to mimic your own voice- a raspy impersonation of yourself.*

Please. Don't… make this difficult.

*It seemed to be hesitating. But that didn’t stop xem.

It’s claws slowly dug further into your skin, until it pierced your skin.

The pain was sharp and near unbearable.

You immediately felt sick to your stomach- toxins from the void fluid seeping into your bloodstream were making you feel nauseous and lightheaded.*

[gone--fishin]

> THAT ?WASNOThe thatwasMy voice- hholyshitow

“ hHEY HEY .QHIT THAT ?THAT SMEAN. VERY??? MY VOI. MY VOI CE TOOHHholy- ”

> couldn't even roll out from uunder ffuuck Fuckthis is. Not ideal!didnt want to hurt them? might be theonlyoptionHoly hell

he kicked at them-maybe that wouldnt work Maybe.yeah! wouldnt hurt it. yeah.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*The second you mention their voice, they shuddered- unintentionally digging their claws deeper into your skin.*

My… voice…

*It responded to the kick by developing another mouth- it’s ribcage splitting open to form teeth and biting down on your leg.

But after an excruciatingly long moment- their grip loosening almost completely.*

My voice… m-my… voice…

*Its voice wasn’t its own. It spoke in others voices, switching tones and pitches and volumes. It repeated the same phrase over and over.

You caught a glimpse of the card on its lanyard- Experiment Z-8395.*

[gone--fishin]

> they tried sitting upNo?ok . yeah.no. Not doing that.laying back down actuallyh

“ hey- fuck- it's -im sorry ,i didn't ?mean to ,bring anything up, ”

> shouldn't havekickedthemOw ow holy .ThaOw

“ it's ookay –just .maybe .uh. let go ofmy leg- and i can help !that?yes? can we agree on that?? yes??please say yes?? ”

> dizzy. was she losing blood? hard to tell. more ,focused on trying to calm xem. the most focused she could be, at least.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*Their… ribcage? second mouth? let go of your leg as it snapped out of its spiraling.*

Oh no…

*It quickly scooped you up with a combination of tentacles and arms, gently holding you up.*

I-I’m sorry… I…

*It sounded like a little kid now, small and afraid.*

[gone--fishin]

> okwhatevergreatthats Awesome!

“ Noo- no, no, no, you're okay- it's !okay! I promise, it's just .a. uuh. an inconvenience !yeah. let's ,go with that. yeah? ”

> they weren't hurting him now. that's ,astep. everything still hurt like hell, though.

“ i don't ,blame you ,you were just hungry .right? doing what you needed to .its ,not your fault., ”

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*It mumbled something incomprehensible, and then shot up into the vents- still holding you- and moved as fast as they could without hurting you.

You had no idea where it was bringing you.*

[gone--fishin]

> it wouldn't be dragging them off to kill them now, right ?

the sudden movements didn't help her dizziness ,but if it was for !a good reason !then it wouldn't argue.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*It paused over a vent cover, looking down into the room below, and mumbled something under its breath.*

He’s not here…

*It dropped down into the room- Sebastian’s shop, you could see now- and carefully put you down onto a ledge overlooking the area.

It shifted back to its preferred form, and fidgeted with its lanyard.*

D-don’t fall asleep. Won’t be good.

[gone--fishin]

“ I know better than that. i won't , don'worry !”

> hadn't been up on this ledge before! neat vantage point. would have'ta remember that.

she tried sitting up again, slowly pushing himself up. nnnot smart BUT better than before ?not really.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

> @gone--fishin youll never guess wh

sitting in a sideroom, it flipped through a few of the dna files she'd picked up, skimming them. Nothing interesting. He didn't understand why urbanshade cared so much about the dna. It didn't seem interesting enough to be noteworthy? all just some corporate jargon.

*It skittered along in the vents, rapidly making xyr way from room to room, before it noticed Barracuda and stopped abruptly.

It paused in a vent behind you, looking into the room, staring at you from behind the grate, looking down at what you were reading.*

[gone--fishin]

> Something about the angler variants, before flipping to the next folder. Again, nothing too interesting to him. all of this was boring and pointless.

Standing up, she watched the door for a moment, not bothering to check behind himself. Main concern was anglers. Too prominent.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*It growled and chittered quietly behind you.

It hungered. Xyr body hurt so, so much. So hungry.

The spines on their back raised, scraping lightly against the roof of the vent.*

[gone--fishin]

> It turned on his heels, hands tightening around the files- maybe she should've put them back in his pocket .Wwhhaatever.

; “ Oh!! you !!!! Hello!! ”

> tthhank the admins it wasn't anything else. Didn't have the bandwidth to fight with a wall dweller.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

You… friend…

*It sounded raspier… angrier.

It shoved the vent cover off and threw it aside with a loud crash, and then crawled about halfway through the vent.

A few tentacle-like appendages came from the vent as well. It looked similar to those locker-creatures you’d been seeing.*

Will you… help me?

[gone--fishin]

> Oh! that ,wasn't a good sign. probably.

“ dddepends. what'dya need, dude? ”

> she took a step back. precaution! safety was important-- friend or not. this was still the evil fish place. had to remember that.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

I’m… hungry.

*It lunged out of the locker, quickly pinning you to the ground.

Its claws dug into your arms and chest, its serrated, doglike teeth far too close for comfort.

The inside of its mouth was bright purple- and so were the spines on its back, and the tips its claws.*

So… hungry…

It hurts… too much…

[gone--fishin]

> SHIt???THATSNOT?

“ HHEY ? HEY NOW ? YOU DON'T ?”

> MAYBE NOT ENOUGH BANDWIDTH TO DEAL WITH FRIEND EITHER

“ you can-- find another expendable !theres- a group not tto ofar ahead !- m'not gonna taste good, i sswe a r- more like rubber than anythin' else, i promise !”

> how doyou even go about this?Ffuck their head hurt from the initial impact .that couldn't be good !ow --

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*They tried to mimic your own voice- a raspy impersonation of yourself.*

Please. Don't… make this difficult.

*It seemed to be hesitating. But that didn’t stop xem.

It’s claws slowly dug further into your skin, until it pierced your skin.

The pain was sharp and near unbearable.

You immediately felt sick to your stomach- toxins from the void fluid seeping into your bloodstream were making you feel nauseous and lightheaded.*

[gone--fishin]

> THAT ?WASNOThe thatwasMy voice- hholyshitow

“ hHEY HEY .QHIT THAT ?THAT SMEAN. VERY??? MY VOI. MY VOI CE TOOHHholy- ”

> couldn't even roll out from uunder ffuuck Fuckthis is. Not ideal!didnt want to hurt them? might be theonlyoptionHoly hell

he kicked at them-maybe that wouldnt work Maybe.yeah! wouldnt hurt it. yeah.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*The second you mention their voice, they shuddered- unintentionally digging their claws deeper into your skin.*

My… voice…

*It responded to the kick by developing another mouth- it’s ribcage splitting open to form teeth and biting down on your leg.

But after an excruciatingly long moment- their grip loosening almost completely.*

My voice… m-my… voice…

*Its voice wasn’t its own. It spoke in others voices, switching tones and pitches and volumes. It repeated the same phrase over and over.

You caught a glimpse of the card on its lanyard- Experiment Z-8395.*

[gone--fishin]

> they tried sitting upNo?ok . yeah.no. Not doing that.laying back down actuallyh

“ hey- fuck- it's -im sorry ,i didn't ?mean to ,bring anything up, ”

> shouldn't havekickedthemOw ow holy .ThaOw

“ it's ookay –just .maybe .uh. let go ofmy leg- and i can help !that?yes? can we agree on that?? yes??please say yes?? ”

> dizzy. was she losing blood? hard to tell. more ,focused on trying to calm xem. the most focused she could be, at least.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*Their… ribcage? second mouth? let go of your leg as it snapped out of its spiraling.*

Oh no…

*It quickly scooped you up with a combination of tentacles and arms, gently holding you up.*

I-I’m sorry… I…

*It sounded like a little kid now, small and afraid.*

[gone--fishin]

> okwhatevergreatthats Awesome!

“ Noo- no, no, no, you're okay- it's !okay! I promise, it's just .a. uuh. an inconvenience !yeah. let's ,go with that. yeah? ”

> they weren't hurting him now. that's ,astep. everything still hurt like hell, though.

“ i don't ,blame you ,you were just hungry .right? doing what you needed to .its ,not your fault., ”

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*It mumbled something incomprehensible, and then shot up into the vents- still holding you- and moved as fast as they could without hurting you.

You had no idea where it was bringing you.*

[gone--fishin]

> it wouldn't be dragging them off to kill them now, right ?

the sudden movements didn't help her dizziness ,but if it was for !a good reason !then it wouldn't argue.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

> @gone--fishin youll never guess wh

sitting in a sideroom, it flipped through a few of the dna files she'd picked up, skimming them. Nothing interesting. He didn't understand why urbanshade cared so much about the dna. It didn't seem interesting enough to be noteworthy? all just some corporate jargon.

*It skittered along in the vents, rapidly making xyr way from room to room, before it noticed Barracuda and stopped abruptly.

It paused in a vent behind you, looking into the room, staring at you from behind the grate, looking down at what you were reading.*

[gone--fishin]

> Something about the angler variants, before flipping to the next folder. Again, nothing too interesting to him. all of this was boring and pointless.

Standing up, she watched the door for a moment, not bothering to check behind himself. Main concern was anglers. Too prominent.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*It growled and chittered quietly behind you.

It hungered. Xyr body hurt so, so much. So hungry.

The spines on their back raised, scraping lightly against the roof of the vent.*

[gone--fishin]

> It turned on his heels, hands tightening around the files- maybe she should've put them back in his pocket .Wwhhaatever.

; “ Oh!! you !!!! Hello!! ”

> tthhank the admins it wasn't anything else. Didn't have the bandwidth to fight with a wall dweller.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

You… friend…

*It sounded raspier… angrier.

It shoved the vent cover off and threw it aside with a loud crash, and then crawled about halfway through the vent.

A few tentacle-like appendages came from the vent as well. It looked similar to those locker-creatures you’d been seeing.*

Will you… help me?

[gone--fishin]

> Oh! that ,wasn't a good sign. probably.

“ dddepends. what'dya need, dude? ”

> she took a step back. precaution! safety was important-- friend or not. this was still the evil fish place. had to remember that.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

I’m… hungry.

*It lunged out of the locker, quickly pinning you to the ground.

Its claws dug into your arms and chest, its serrated, doglike teeth far too close for comfort.

The inside of its mouth was bright purple- and so were the spines on its back, and the tips its claws.*

So… hungry…

It hurts… too much…

[gone--fishin]

> SHIt???THATSNOT?

“ HHEY ? HEY NOW ? YOU DON'T ?”

> MAYBE NOT ENOUGH BANDWIDTH TO DEAL WITH FRIEND EITHER

“ you can-- find another expendable !theres- a group not tto ofar ahead !- m'not gonna taste good, i sswe a r- more like rubber than anythin' else, i promise !”

> how doyou even go about this?Ffuck their head hurt from the initial impact .that couldn't be good !ow --

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*They tried to mimic your own voice- a raspy impersonation of yourself.*

Please. Don't… make this difficult.

*It seemed to be hesitating. But that didn’t stop xem.

It’s claws slowly dug further into your skin, until it pierced your skin.

The pain was sharp and near unbearable.

You immediately felt sick to your stomach- toxins from the void fluid seeping into your bloodstream were making you feel nauseous and lightheaded.*

[gone--fishin]

> THAT ?WASNOThe thatwasMy voice- hholyshitow

“ hHEY HEY .QHIT THAT ?THAT SMEAN. VERY??? MY VOI. MY VOI CE TOOHHholy- ”

> couldn't even roll out from uunder ffuuck Fuckthis is. Not ideal!didnt want to hurt them? might be theonlyoptionHoly hell

he kicked at them-maybe that wouldnt work Maybe.yeah! wouldnt hurt it. yeah.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*The second you mention their voice, they shuddered- unintentionally digging their claws deeper into your skin.*

My… voice…

*It responded to the kick by developing another mouth- it’s ribcage splitting open to form teeth and biting down on your leg.

But after an excruciatingly long moment- their grip loosening almost completely.*

My voice… m-my… voice…

*Its voice wasn’t its own. It spoke in others voices, switching tones and pitches and volumes. It repeated the same phrase over and over.

You caught a glimpse of the card on its lanyard- Experiment Z-8395.*

[gone--fishin]

> they tried sitting upNo?ok . yeah.no. Not doing that.laying back down actuallyh

“ hey- fuck- it's -im sorry ,i didn't ?mean to ,bring anything up, ”

> shouldn't havekickedthemOw ow holy .ThaOw

“ it's ookay –just .maybe .uh. let go ofmy leg- and i can help !that?yes? can we agree on that?? yes??please say yes?? ”

> dizzy. was she losing blood? hard to tell. more ,focused on trying to calm xem. the most focused she could be, at least.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*Their… ribcage? second mouth? let go of your leg as it snapped out of its spiraling.*

Oh no…

*It quickly scooped you up with a combination of tentacles and arms, gently holding you up.*

I-I’m sorry… I…

*It sounded like a little kid now, small and afraid.*

[gone--fishin]

> okwhatevergreatthats Awesome!

“ Noo- no, no, no, you're okay- it's !okay! I promise, it's just .a. uuh. an inconvenience !yeah. let's ,go with that. yeah? ”

> they weren't hurting him now. that's ,astep. everything still hurt like hell, though.

“ i don't ,blame you ,you were just hungry .right? doing what you needed to .its ,not your fault., ”

[the-shapeshifter-project]

> @gone--fishin youll never guess wh

sitting in a sideroom, it flipped through a few of the dna files she'd picked up, skimming them. Nothing interesting. He didn't understand why urbanshade cared so much about the dna. It didn't seem interesting enough to be noteworthy? all just some corporate jargon.

*It skittered along in the vents, rapidly making xyr way from room to room, before it noticed Barracuda and stopped abruptly.

It paused in a vent behind you, looking into the room, staring at you from behind the grate, looking down at what you were reading.*

[gone--fishin]

> Something about the angler variants, before flipping to the next folder. Again, nothing too interesting to him. all of this was boring and pointless.

Standing up, she watched the door for a moment, not bothering to check behind himself. Main concern was anglers. Too prominent.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*It growled and chittered quietly behind you.

It hungered. Xyr body hurt so, so much. So hungry.

The spines on their back raised, scraping lightly against the roof of the vent.*

[gone--fishin]

> It turned on his heels, hands tightening around the files- maybe she should've put them back in his pocket .Wwhhaatever.

; “ Oh!! you !!!! Hello!! ”

> tthhank the admins it wasn't anything else. Didn't have the bandwidth to fight with a wall dweller.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

You… friend…

*It sounded raspier… angrier.

It shoved the vent cover off and threw it aside with a loud crash, and then crawled about halfway through the vent.

A few tentacle-like appendages came from the vent as well. It looked similar to those locker-creatures you’d been seeing.*

Will you… help me?

[gone--fishin]

> Oh! that ,wasn't a good sign. probably.

“ dddepends. what'dya need, dude? ”

> she took a step back. precaution! safety was important-- friend or not. this was still the evil fish place. had to remember that.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

I’m… hungry.

*It lunged out of the locker, quickly pinning you to the ground.

Its claws dug into your arms and chest, its serrated, doglike teeth far too close for comfort.

The inside of its mouth was bright purple- and so were the spines on its back, and the tips its claws.*

So… hungry…

It hurts… too much…

[gone--fishin]

> SHIt???THATSNOT?

“ HHEY ? HEY NOW ? YOU DON'T ?”

> MAYBE NOT ENOUGH BANDWIDTH TO DEAL WITH FRIEND EITHER

“ you can-- find another expendable !theres- a group not tto ofar ahead !- m'not gonna taste good, i sswe a r- more like rubber than anythin' else, i promise !”

> how doyou even go about this?Ffuck their head hurt from the initial impact .that couldn't be good !ow --

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*They tried to mimic your own voice- a raspy impersonation of yourself.*

Please. Don't… make this difficult.

*It seemed to be hesitating. But that didn’t stop xem.

It’s claws slowly dug further into your skin, until it pierced your skin.

The pain was sharp and near unbearable.

You immediately felt sick to your stomach- toxins from the void fluid seeping into your bloodstream were making you feel nauseous and lightheaded.*

[gone--fishin]

> THAT ?WASNOThe thatwasMy voice- hholyshitow

“ hHEY HEY .QHIT THAT ?THAT SMEAN. VERY??? MY VOI. MY VOI CE TOOHHholy- ”

> couldn't even roll out from uunder ffuuck Fuckthis is. Not ideal!didnt want to hurt them? might be theonlyoptionHoly hell

he kicked at them-maybe that wouldnt work Maybe.yeah! wouldnt hurt it. yeah.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*The second you mention their voice, they shuddered- unintentionally digging their claws deeper into your skin.*

My… voice…

*It responded to the kick by developing another mouth- it’s ribcage splitting open to form teeth and biting down on your leg.

But after an excruciatingly long moment- their grip loosening almost completely.*

My voice… m-my… voice…

*Its voice wasn’t its own. It spoke in others voices, switching tones and pitches and volumes. It repeated the same phrase over and over.

You caught a glimpse of the card on its lanyard- Experiment Z-8395.*

[gone--fishin]

> they tried sitting upNo?ok . yeah.no. Not doing that.laying back down actuallyh

“ hey- fuck- it's -im sorry ,i didn't ?mean to ,bring anything up, ”

> shouldn't havekickedthemOw ow holy .ThaOw

“ it's ookay –just .maybe .uh. let go ofmy leg- and i can help !that?yes? can we agree on that?? yes??please say yes?? ”

> dizzy. was she losing blood? hard to tell. more ,focused on trying to calm xem. the most focused she could be, at least.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

> @gone--fishin youll never guess wh

sitting in a sideroom, it flipped through a few of the dna files she'd picked up, skimming them. Nothing interesting. He didn't understand why urbanshade cared so much about the dna. It didn't seem interesting enough to be noteworthy? all just some corporate jargon.

*It skittered along in the vents, rapidly making xyr way from room to room, before it noticed Barracuda and stopped abruptly.

It paused in a vent behind you, looking into the room, staring at you from behind the grate, looking down at what you were reading.*

[gone--fishin]

> Something about the angler variants, before flipping to the next folder. Again, nothing too interesting to him. all of this was boring and pointless.

Standing up, she watched the door for a moment, not bothering to check behind himself. Main concern was anglers. Too prominent.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*It growled and chittered quietly behind you.

It hungered. Xyr body hurt so, so much. So hungry.

The spines on their back raised, scraping lightly against the roof of the vent.*

[gone--fishin]

> It turned on his heels, hands tightening around the files- maybe she should've put them back in his pocket .Wwhhaatever.

; “ Oh!! you !!!! Hello!! ”

> tthhank the admins it wasn't anything else. Didn't have the bandwidth to fight with a wall dweller.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

You… friend…

*It sounded raspier… angrier.

It shoved the vent cover off and threw it aside with a loud crash, and then crawled about halfway through the vent.

A few tentacle-like appendages came from the vent as well. It looked similar to those locker-creatures you’d been seeing.*

Will you… help me?

[gone--fishin]

> Oh! that ,wasn't a good sign. probably.

“ dddepends. what'dya need, dude? ”

> she took a step back. precaution! safety was important-- friend or not. this was still the evil fish place. had to remember that.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

I’m… hungry.

*It lunged out of the locker, quickly pinning you to the ground.

Its claws dug into your arms and chest, its serrated, doglike teeth far too close for comfort.

The inside of its mouth was bright purple- and so were the spines on its back, and the tips its claws.*

So… hungry…

It hurts… too much…

[gone--fishin]

> SHIt???THATSNOT?

“ HHEY ? HEY NOW ? YOU DON'T ?”

> MAYBE NOT ENOUGH BANDWIDTH TO DEAL WITH FRIEND EITHER

“ you can-- find another expendable !theres- a group not tto ofar ahead !- m'not gonna taste good, i sswe a r- more like rubber than anythin' else, i promise !”

> how doyou even go about this?Ffuck their head hurt from the initial impact .that couldn't be good !ow --

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*They tried to mimic your own voice- a raspy impersonation of yourself.*

Please. Don't… make this difficult.

*It seemed to be hesitating. But that didn’t stop xem.

It’s claws slowly dug further into your skin, until it pierced your skin.

The pain was sharp and near unbearable.

You immediately felt sick to your stomach- toxins from the void fluid seeping into your bloodstream were making you feel nauseous and lightheaded.*

[gone--fishin]

> THAT ?WASNOThe thatwasMy voice- hholyshitow

“ hHEY HEY .QHIT THAT ?THAT SMEAN. VERY??? MY VOI. MY VOI CE TOOHHholy- ”

> couldn't even roll out from uunder ffuuck Fuckthis is. Not ideal!didnt want to hurt them? might be theonlyoptionHoly hell

he kicked at them-maybe that wouldnt work Maybe.yeah! wouldnt hurt it. yeah.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

> @gone--fishin youll never guess wh

sitting in a sideroom, it flipped through a few of the dna files she'd picked up, skimming them. Nothing interesting. He didn't understand why urbanshade cared so much about the dna. It didn't seem interesting enough to be noteworthy? all just some corporate jargon.

*It skittered along in the vents, rapidly making xyr way from room to room, before it noticed Barracuda and stopped abruptly.

It paused in a vent behind you, looking into the room, staring at you from behind the grate, looking down at what you were reading.*

[gone--fishin]

> Something about the angler variants, before flipping to the next folder. Again, nothing too interesting to him. all of this was boring and pointless.

Standing up, she watched the door for a moment, not bothering to check behind himself. Main concern was anglers. Too prominent.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*It growled and chittered quietly behind you.

It hungered. Xyr body hurt so, so much. So hungry.

The spines on their back raised, scraping lightly against the roof of the vent.*

[gone--fishin]

> It turned on his heels, hands tightening around the files- maybe she should've put them back in his pocket .Wwhhaatever.

; “ Oh!! you !!!! Hello!! ”

> tthhank the admins it wasn't anything else. Didn't have the bandwidth to fight with a wall dweller.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

You… friend…

*It sounded raspier… angrier.

It shoved the vent cover off and threw it aside with a loud crash, and then crawled about halfway through the vent.

A few tentacle-like appendages came from the vent as well. It looked similar to those locker-creatures you’d been seeing.*

Will you… help me?

[gone--fishin]

> Oh! that ,wasn't a good sign. probably.

“ dddepends. what'dya need, dude? ”

> she took a step back. precaution! safety was important-- friend or not. this was still the evil fish place. had to remember that.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

I’m… hungry.

*It lunged out of the locker, quickly pinning you to the ground.

Its claws dug into your arms and chest, its serrated, doglike teeth far too close for comfort.

The inside of its mouth was bright purple- and so were the spines on its back, and the tips its claws.*

So… hungry…

It hurts… too much…

[gone--fishin]

> SHIt???THATSNOT?

“ HHEY ? HEY NOW ? YOU DON'T ?”

> MAYBE NOT ENOUGH BANDWIDTH TO DEAL WITH FRIEND EITHER

“ you can-- find another expendable !theres- a group not tto ofar ahead !- m'not gonna taste good, i sswe a r- more like rubber than anythin' else, i promise !”

> how doyou even go about this?Ffuck their head hurt from the initial impact .that couldn't be good !ow --

[the-shapeshifter-project]

> @gone--fishin youll never guess wh

sitting in a sideroom, it flipped through a few of the dna files she'd picked up, skimming them. Nothing interesting. He didn't understand why urbanshade cared so much about the dna. It didn't seem interesting enough to be noteworthy? all just some corporate jargon.

*It skittered along in the vents, rapidly making xyr way from room to room, before it noticed Barracuda and stopped abruptly.

It paused in a vent behind you, looking into the room, staring at you from behind the grate, looking down at what you were reading.*

[gone--fishin]

> Something about the angler variants, before flipping to the next folder. Again, nothing too interesting to him. all of this was boring and pointless.

Standing up, she watched the door for a moment, not bothering to check behind himself. Main concern was anglers. Too prominent.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

*It growled and chittered quietly behind you.

It hungered. Xyr body hurt so, so much. So hungry.

The spines on their back raised, scraping lightly against the roof of the vent.*

[gone--fishin]

> It turned on his heels, hands tightening around the files- maybe she should've put them back in his pocket .Wwhhaatever.

; “ Oh!! you !!!! Hello!! ”

> tthhank the admins it wasn't anything else. Didn't have the bandwidth to fight with a wall dweller.

[the-shapeshifter-project]

You… friend…

*It sounded raspier… angrier.

It shoved the vent cover off and threw it aside with a loud crash, and then crawled about halfway through the vent.

A few tentacle-like appendages came from the vent as well. It looked similar to those locker-creatures you’d been seeing.*

Will you… help me?

[gone--fishin]

> Oh! that ,wasn't a good sign. probably.

“ dddepends. what'dya need, dude? ”

> she took a step back. precaution! safety was important-- friend or not. this was still the evil fish place. had to remember that.