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REVERSE BEAM

Hm?

Wait...

I WILL NOT! I WILL BREAK YOUR HOME! YOU WILL FORGET YOUR LANGUAGE, YOUR MOTHER, YOUR NAME-

wha-

Notice: something happened

Who's this?

*I turn, my cape now flowing gently around me.*

I'm Qwill :D

Or Owl

Or Pandora but technically that's a different version of me

It's nice to meet you, Qwill. Would you care to walk with me?

Sure :3

*I hold out my arms invitingly.*

REVERSE BEAM

Hm?

Wait...

I WILL NOT! I WILL BREAK YOUR HOME! YOU WILL FORGET YOUR LANGUAGE, YOUR MOTHER, YOUR NAME-

wha-

Notice: something happened

Who's this?

*I turn, my cape now flowing gently around me.*

I'm Qwill :D

Or Owl

Or Pandora but technically that's a different version of me

It's nice to meet you, Qwill. Would you care to walk with me?

REVERSE BEAM

Hm?

Wait...

I WILL NOT! I WILL BREAK YOUR HOME! YOU WILL FORGET YOUR LANGUAGE, YOUR MOTHER, YOUR NAME-

wha-

Notice: something happened

Who's this?

*I turn, my cape now flowing gently around me.*

REVERSE BEAM

Hm?

Wait...

I WILL NOT! I WILL BREAK YOUR HOME! YOU WILL FORGET YOUR LANGUAGE, YOUR MOTHER, YOUR NAME-

wha-

Salutations, Mayhem

We would be most delighted to cordially invite you to a socially-fueled congregation within our residence. A masquerade ball, as it shall be, with sustenance of food and beverage bestowed upon our guests, from the thirtieth day of August to the first day of September. Do not be pressured to employ fanciful or formal mannerisms, we wish only to acquaint ourselves with people, not the masks they wear. As for dress, dress however you feel is most fitting for such a gathering.

In addition to the statement above, do take note that any behavior deemed as disruptive to the enjoyment and safety of those attending this function will not be tolerated. By the hosts' direction, unsavory guests will be escorted out; be warned that any resistance and/or failure to comply to this order will be met with the appropriate action(s). Thank you for your cooperation. We have hope that you will join us and thoroughly take advantage of the delights we have to offer at this event. May we see you soon.

Sincerely,

@masqueradeslendermen

Greetings. This is an interesting statement to tell me, of all slenders. Asking me, the Monarch of Mayhem, to refrain from disruptive behaviors?

Very well. I will comply... for the purpose of curiosity.

It was an offer so bold it was hard to refuse, huh?

I suppose it was.

Yeah they ate a guy

Oo!

Yummy!

I fall more in love with them every new thing I find out.

Your wife got reversed

Lotus? Oh dear...

Salutations, Mayhem

We would be most delighted to cordially invite you to a socially-fueled congregation within our residence. A masquerade ball, as it shall be, with sustenance of food and beverage bestowed upon our guests, from the thirtieth day of August to the first day of September. Do not be pressured to employ fanciful or formal mannerisms, we wish only to acquaint ourselves with people, not the masks they wear. As for dress, dress however you feel is most fitting for such a gathering.

In addition to the statement above, do take note that any behavior deemed as disruptive to the enjoyment and safety of those attending this function will not be tolerated. By the hosts' direction, unsavory guests will be escorted out; be warned that any resistance and/or failure to comply to this order will be met with the appropriate action(s). Thank you for your cooperation. We have hope that you will join us and thoroughly take advantage of the delights we have to offer at this event. May we see you soon.

Sincerely,

@masqueradeslendermen

Greetings. This is an interesting statement to tell me, of all slenders. Asking me, the Monarch of Mayhem, to refrain from disruptive behaviors?

Very well. I will comply... for the purpose of curiosity.

@flirtatious-slenderman

* @mayhem-slenderman holds a torch, creeping through all the places he's seen before. His hands shake slightly, though he wouldn't admit that. It is difficult to determine whether there is rist or dried blood on the handle.*

*He sinks to the ground, not knowing what to do, trying to sense Lotus. But he is running out of ideas. Alone in the woods, as normally he would prefer. But he has an awful gut feeling that something must have happened.*

*Flirtatious is halfway in a huge pile of dirt-coated blankets next to their house. They seem thinner than usual, and the glow of their pupils is significantly faded. It wasn't hard to tell that they were distressed.*

*He gets up after a while, watching the sky. The stars remind him of all those beautiful eyes. Shining eyes. With beautiful tint. Alluring as a spider plucking siren's tunes on a spun web harp. He is suddenly grateful for his own lack of eyes, so that he wouldn't shed a tear.*

*He continues on the search, shoulders sagging. But who is there to see?*

*He stops.*

*He hears something. Faintly.*

*Probably a forest creature.*

*But it was too familiar.*

*He glides smoothly in the shadows towards the sound.*

*Flirtatious' arms laid crossed upon the blankets that had been out there for god knows how long. They appeared to be talking with anons - er, being talked to BY anons. They didnt respond with more than a whisper.*

Lotus? LOTUS?

*He rushes forward, shaking them by the shoulders.*

Mayhem...? Yes?

Lotus!

*He pulls them into his arms, hugging them tightly.*

What happened. What happened... Who do I kill?

*Flirtatious paused for a long moment, before weakly attempting to pull Mayhem into the safety of the blanket pile.*

*He quickly complies, holding them tight in his arms, and tucking a blanket around the both of them.*

Lotus...

*Flirtatious was practically trembling.*

I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry

Why?

*He whispers in a shaking voice.*

I didn't mean to let it get this bad id fix it myself if I could but I can't I really can't even though I want to

I should have come sooner.

*He clings to them almost desperately.*

I'm not angry, okay? But I don't understand... How did this happen? Who did this? Fix it how?

Nobody but myself.

Darling... why...

*His voice shakes more than he would like it to.*

I cannot explain. I can't... put it into words. But my neglect of myself... My neglect of you is not something to excuse...

Did something happen? Did someone say something about you that made you think you weren't worthy of anything? Of my love? Of basic necessities? Of happiness?

*He curls around them, holding them so close that if they were any closer they'd have to share bones.*

Not... Not anything like that, my... my fleur de lis...

How long have you been here?

...

Lost track?

*He gently picks them up, holding them close to his chest as he starts walking back to his lair.*

You're staying with me for a while.

I-oh... okay.

*The moment they left the blanket fortress, all of flirtatious' eyes except those touching Mayhem opened and became visible.*

*He carries them swiftly, darting smoothly and gracefully through shadows, like a phantom. Or a cat. He creeps into the lair.*

*The wallpaper is cut in mismatched bits of different patterns. The curtains are a patchwork of different mandalas, stitched together with different styles and colors of string for each seam. The floor is tile, different sizes, shapes, and patterns. And the rug is just pitch black. He sets them on the couch, carefully giving them time to close the eyes that would come into contact with the fabric.*

*Predictably, they closed immediately at the expectation of contact. They reach out and put their hand on Mayhem's face, not saying a word. Their tendrils, too, lingered upon the other slender, loosely trailing along Mayhem's body where they were previously wrapped right.*

*He pulls a clean blanket around them, patterned in a chaotic floral design.*

How can I help?

Staying safe.

Alright... I'm safe.

*He wraps his tentacles around them protectively.*

Good... Stay that way...

You'd tell me if you were in danger, right..?

I... I know you want me to say yes, but you know I'm Mayhem, right? You know my middle name is trouble, my mother's maiden name was danger, and her mother before her's name was risk? I'm a hunter. I chase the thrill of the hunt more than prey, even. And I'm more addicted to adrenaline than any sugar or caffeine could do to a human. Danger is my entire life. And at the same time, I'm in no danger at all because it's all nothing new, it's all maneuvers I pull on autopilot, tricks I could do in my sleep? I get out of trouble the second I tire of it.

But I feel safe with you.

I know, darling... I do I promise, I know who you are, I know who I love... I mean if you were really in danger. Not just... Not just normal.

I would try to protect you. But I would never leave you in the dark.

Good... Good.

Can I ask you something?

Of course you can.

Are you in any pain right now, dear? Are you tired?

...yes.

Sleep... I've got you.

* @mayhem-slenderman holds a torch, creeping through all the places he's seen before. His hands shake slightly, though he wouldn't admit that. It is difficult to determine whether there is rist or dried blood on the handle.*

*He sinks to the ground, not knowing what to do, trying to sense Lotus. But he is running out of ideas. Alone in the woods, as normally he would prefer. But he has an awful gut feeling that something must have happened.*

*Flirtatious is halfway in a huge pile of dirt-coated blankets next to their house. They seem thinner than usual, and the glow of their pupils is significantly faded. It wasn't hard to tell that they were distressed.*

*He gets up after a while, watching the sky. The stars remind him of all those beautiful eyes. Shining eyes. With beautiful tint. Alluring as a spider plucking siren's tunes on a spun web harp. He is suddenly grateful for his own lack of eyes, so that he wouldn't shed a tear.*

*He continues on the search, shoulders sagging. But who is there to see?*

*He stops.*

*He hears something. Faintly.*

*Probably a forest creature.*

*But it was too familiar.*

*He glides smoothly in the shadows towards the sound.*

*Flirtatious' arms laid crossed upon the blankets that had been out there for god knows how long. They appeared to be talking with anons - er, being talked to BY anons. They didnt respond with more than a whisper.*

Lotus? LOTUS?

*He rushes forward, shaking them by the shoulders.*

Mayhem...? Yes?

Lotus!

*He pulls them into his arms, hugging them tightly.*

What happened. What happened... Who do I kill?

*Flirtatious paused for a long moment, before weakly attempting to pull Mayhem into the safety of the blanket pile.*

*He quickly complies, holding them tight in his arms, and tucking a blanket around the both of them.*

Lotus...

*Flirtatious was practically trembling.*

I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry

Why?

*He whispers in a shaking voice.*

I didn't mean to let it get this bad id fix it myself if I could but I can't I really can't even though I want to

I should have come sooner.

*He clings to them almost desperately.*

I'm not angry, okay? But I don't understand... How did this happen? Who did this? Fix it how?

Nobody but myself.

Darling... why...

*His voice shakes more than he would like it to.*

I cannot explain. I can't... put it into words. But my neglect of myself... My neglect of you is not something to excuse...

Did something happen? Did someone say something about you that made you think you weren't worthy of anything? Of my love? Of basic necessities? Of happiness?

*He curls around them, holding them so close that if they were any closer they'd have to share bones.*

Not... Not anything like that, my... my fleur de lis...

How long have you been here?

...

Lost track?

*He gently picks them up, holding them close to his chest as he starts walking back to his lair.*

You're staying with me for a while.

I-oh... okay.

*The moment they left the blanket fortress, all of flirtatious' eyes except those touching Mayhem opened and became visible.*

*He carries them swiftly, darting smoothly and gracefully through shadows, like a phantom. Or a cat. He creeps into the lair.*

*The wallpaper is cut in mismatched bits of different patterns. The curtains are a patchwork of different mandalas, stitched together with different styles and colors of string for each seam. The floor is tile, different sizes, shapes, and patterns. And the rug is just pitch black. He sets them on the couch, carefully giving them time to close the eyes that would come into contact with the fabric.*

*Predictably, they closed immediately at the expectation of contact. They reach out and put their hand on Mayhem's face, not saying a word. Their tendrils, too, lingered upon the other slender, loosely trailing along Mayhem's body where they were previously wrapped right.*

*He pulls a clean blanket around them, patterned in a chaotic floral design.*

How can I help?

Staying safe.

Alright... I'm safe.

*He wraps his tentacles around them protectively.*

Good... Stay that way...

You'd tell me if you were in danger, right..?

I... I know you want me to say yes, but you know I'm Mayhem, right? You know my middle name is trouble, my mother's maiden name was danger, and her mother before her's name was risk? I'm a hunter. I chase the thrill of the hunt more than prey, even. And I'm more addicted to adrenaline than any sugar or caffeine could do to a human. Danger is my entire life. And at the same time, I'm in no danger at all because it's all nothing new, it's all maneuvers I pull on autopilot, tricks I could do in my sleep? I get out of trouble the second I tire of it.

But I feel safe with you.

I know, darling... I do I promise, I know who you are, I know who I love... I mean if you were really in danger. Not just... Not just normal.

I would try to protect you. But I would never leave you in the dark.

Good... Good.

Can I ask you something?

Of course you can.

Are you in any pain right now, dear? Are you tired?

* @mayhem-slenderman holds a torch, creeping through all the places he's seen before. His hands shake slightly, though he wouldn't admit that. It is difficult to determine whether there is rist or dried blood on the handle.*

*He sinks to the ground, not knowing what to do, trying to sense Lotus. But he is running out of ideas. Alone in the woods, as normally he would prefer. But he has an awful gut feeling that something must have happened.*

*Flirtatious is halfway in a huge pile of dirt-coated blankets next to their house. They seem thinner than usual, and the glow of their pupils is significantly faded. It wasn't hard to tell that they were distressed.*

*He gets up after a while, watching the sky. The stars remind him of all those beautiful eyes. Shining eyes. With beautiful tint. Alluring as a spider plucking siren's tunes on a spun web harp. He is suddenly grateful for his own lack of eyes, so that he wouldn't shed a tear.*

*He continues on the search, shoulders sagging. But who is there to see?*

*He stops.*

*He hears something. Faintly.*

*Probably a forest creature.*

*But it was too familiar.*

*He glides smoothly in the shadows towards the sound.*

*Flirtatious' arms laid crossed upon the blankets that had been out there for god knows how long. They appeared to be talking with anons - er, being talked to BY anons. They didnt respond with more than a whisper.*

Lotus? LOTUS?

*He rushes forward, shaking them by the shoulders.*

Mayhem...? Yes?

Lotus!

*He pulls them into his arms, hugging them tightly.*

What happened. What happened... Who do I kill?

*Flirtatious paused for a long moment, before weakly attempting to pull Mayhem into the safety of the blanket pile.*

*He quickly complies, holding them tight in his arms, and tucking a blanket around the both of them.*

Lotus...

*Flirtatious was practically trembling.*

I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry

Why?

*He whispers in a shaking voice.*

I didn't mean to let it get this bad id fix it myself if I could but I can't I really can't even though I want to

I should have come sooner.

*He clings to them almost desperately.*

I'm not angry, okay? But I don't understand... How did this happen? Who did this? Fix it how?

Nobody but myself.

Darling... why...

*His voice shakes more than he would like it to.*

I cannot explain. I can't... put it into words. But my neglect of myself... My neglect of you is not something to excuse...

Did something happen? Did someone say something about you that made you think you weren't worthy of anything? Of my love? Of basic necessities? Of happiness?

*He curls around them, holding them so close that if they were any closer they'd have to share bones.*

Not... Not anything like that, my... my fleur de lis...

How long have you been here?

...

Lost track?

*He gently picks them up, holding them close to his chest as he starts walking back to his lair.*

You're staying with me for a while.

I-oh... okay.

*The moment they left the blanket fortress, all of flirtatious' eyes except those touching Mayhem opened and became visible.*

*He carries them swiftly, darting smoothly and gracefully through shadows, like a phantom. Or a cat. He creeps into the lair.*

*The wallpaper is cut in mismatched bits of different patterns. The curtains are a patchwork of different mandalas, stitched together with different styles and colors of string for each seam. The floor is tile, different sizes, shapes, and patterns. And the rug is just pitch black. He sets them on the couch, carefully giving them time to close the eyes that would come into contact with the fabric.*

*Predictably, they closed immediately at the expectation of contact. They reach out and put their hand on Mayhem's face, not saying a word. Their tendrils, too, lingered upon the other slender, loosely trailing along Mayhem's body where they were previously wrapped right.*

*He pulls a clean blanket around them, patterned in a chaotic floral design.*

How can I help?

Staying safe.

Alright... I'm safe.

*He wraps his tentacles around them protectively.*

Good... Stay that way...

You'd tell me if you were in danger, right..?

I... I know you want me to say yes, but you know I'm Mayhem, right? You know my middle name is trouble, my mother's maiden name was danger, and her mother before her's name was risk? I'm a hunter. I chase the thrill of the hunt more than prey, even. And I'm more addicted to adrenaline than any sugar or caffeine could do to a human. Danger is my entire life. And at the same time, I'm in no danger at all because it's all nothing new, it's all maneuvers I pull on autopilot, tricks I could do in my sleep? I get out of trouble the second I tire of it.

But I feel safe with you.

I know, darling... I do I promise, I know who you are, I know who I love... I mean if you were really in danger. Not just... Not just normal.

I would try to protect you. But I would never leave you in the dark.

Good... Good.

Can I ask you something?

* @mayhem-slenderman holds a torch, creeping through all the places he's seen before. His hands shake slightly, though he wouldn't admit that. It is difficult to determine whether there is rist or dried blood on the handle.*

*He sinks to the ground, not knowing what to do, trying to sense Lotus. But he is running out of ideas. Alone in the woods, as normally he would prefer. But he has an awful gut feeling that something must have happened.*

*Flirtatious is halfway in a huge pile of dirt-coated blankets next to their house. They seem thinner than usual, and the glow of their pupils is significantly faded. It wasn't hard to tell that they were distressed.*

*He gets up after a while, watching the sky. The stars remind him of all those beautiful eyes. Shining eyes. With beautiful tint. Alluring as a spider plucking siren's tunes on a spun web harp. He is suddenly grateful for his own lack of eyes, so that he wouldn't shed a tear.*

*He continues on the search, shoulders sagging. But who is there to see?*

*He stops.*

*He hears something. Faintly.*

*Probably a forest creature.*

*But it was too familiar.*

*He glides smoothly in the shadows towards the sound.*

*Flirtatious' arms laid crossed upon the blankets that had been out there for god knows how long. They appeared to be talking with anons - er, being talked to BY anons. They didnt respond with more than a whisper.*

Lotus? LOTUS?

*He rushes forward, shaking them by the shoulders.*

Mayhem...? Yes?

Lotus!

*He pulls them into his arms, hugging them tightly.*

What happened. What happened... Who do I kill?

*Flirtatious paused for a long moment, before weakly attempting to pull Mayhem into the safety of the blanket pile.*

*He quickly complies, holding them tight in his arms, and tucking a blanket around the both of them.*

Lotus...

*Flirtatious was practically trembling.*

I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry

Why?

*He whispers in a shaking voice.*

I didn't mean to let it get this bad id fix it myself if I could but I can't I really can't even though I want to

I should have come sooner.

*He clings to them almost desperately.*

I'm not angry, okay? But I don't understand... How did this happen? Who did this? Fix it how?

Nobody but myself.

Darling... why...

*His voice shakes more than he would like it to.*

I cannot explain. I can't... put it into words. But my neglect of myself... My neglect of you is not something to excuse...

Did something happen? Did someone say something about you that made you think you weren't worthy of anything? Of my love? Of basic necessities? Of happiness?

*He curls around them, holding them so close that if they were any closer they'd have to share bones.*

Not... Not anything like that, my... my fleur de lis...

How long have you been here?

...

Lost track?

*He gently picks them up, holding them close to his chest as he starts walking back to his lair.*

You're staying with me for a while.

I-oh... okay.

*The moment they left the blanket fortress, all of flirtatious' eyes except those touching Mayhem opened and became visible.*

*He carries them swiftly, darting smoothly and gracefully through shadows, like a phantom. Or a cat. He creeps into the lair.*

*The wallpaper is cut in mismatched bits of different patterns. The curtains are a patchwork of different mandalas, stitched together with different styles and colors of string for each seam. The floor is tile, different sizes, shapes, and patterns. And the rug is just pitch black. He sets them on the couch, carefully giving them time to close the eyes that would come into contact with the fabric.*

*Predictably, they closed immediately at the expectation of contact. They reach out and put their hand on Mayhem's face, not saying a word. Their tendrils, too, lingered upon the other slender, loosely trailing along Mayhem's body where they were previously wrapped right.*

*He pulls a clean blanket around them, patterned in a chaotic floral design.*

How can I help?

Staying safe.

Alright... I'm safe.

*He wraps his tentacles around them protectively.*

Good... Stay that way...

You'd tell me if you were in danger, right..?

I... I know you want me to say yes, but you know I'm Mayhem, right? You know my middle name is trouble, my mother's maiden name was danger, and her mother before her's name was risk? I'm a hunter. I chase the thrill of the hunt more than prey, even. And I'm more addicted to adrenaline than any sugar or caffeine could do to a human. Danger is my entire life. And at the same time, I'm in no danger at all because it's all nothing new, it's all maneuvers I pull on autopilot, tricks I could do in my sleep? I get out of trouble the second I tire of it.

But I feel safe with you.

I know, darling... I do I promise, I know who you are, I know who I love... I mean if you were really in danger. Not just... Not just normal.

I would try to protect you. But I would never leave you in the dark.

* @mayhem-slenderman holds a torch, creeping through all the places he's seen before. His hands shake slightly, though he wouldn't admit that. It is difficult to determine whether there is rist or dried blood on the handle.*

*He sinks to the ground, not knowing what to do, trying to sense Lotus. But he is running out of ideas. Alone in the woods, as normally he would prefer. But he has an awful gut feeling that something must have happened.*

*Flirtatious is halfway in a huge pile of dirt-coated blankets next to their house. They seem thinner than usual, and the glow of their pupils is significantly faded. It wasn't hard to tell that they were distressed.*

*He gets up after a while, watching the sky. The stars remind him of all those beautiful eyes. Shining eyes. With beautiful tint. Alluring as a spider plucking siren's tunes on a spun web harp. He is suddenly grateful for his own lack of eyes, so that he wouldn't shed a tear.*

*He continues on the search, shoulders sagging. But who is there to see?*

*He stops.*

*He hears something. Faintly.*

*Probably a forest creature.*

*But it was too familiar.*

*He glides smoothly in the shadows towards the sound.*

*Flirtatious' arms laid crossed upon the blankets that had been out there for god knows how long. They appeared to be talking with anons - er, being talked to BY anons. They didnt respond with more than a whisper.*

Lotus? LOTUS?

*He rushes forward, shaking them by the shoulders.*

Mayhem...? Yes?

Lotus!

*He pulls them into his arms, hugging them tightly.*

What happened. What happened... Who do I kill?

*Flirtatious paused for a long moment, before weakly attempting to pull Mayhem into the safety of the blanket pile.*

*He quickly complies, holding them tight in his arms, and tucking a blanket around the both of them.*

Lotus...

*Flirtatious was practically trembling.*

I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry

Why?

*He whispers in a shaking voice.*

I didn't mean to let it get this bad id fix it myself if I could but I can't I really can't even though I want to

I should have come sooner.

*He clings to them almost desperately.*

I'm not angry, okay? But I don't understand... How did this happen? Who did this? Fix it how?

Nobody but myself.

Darling... why...

*His voice shakes more than he would like it to.*

I cannot explain. I can't... put it into words. But my neglect of myself... My neglect of you is not something to excuse...

Did something happen? Did someone say something about you that made you think you weren't worthy of anything? Of my love? Of basic necessities? Of happiness?

*He curls around them, holding them so close that if they were any closer they'd have to share bones.*

Not... Not anything like that, my... my fleur de lis...

How long have you been here?

...

Lost track?

*He gently picks them up, holding them close to his chest as he starts walking back to his lair.*

You're staying with me for a while.

I-oh... okay.

*The moment they left the blanket fortress, all of flirtatious' eyes except those touching Mayhem opened and became visible.*

*He carries them swiftly, darting smoothly and gracefully through shadows, like a phantom. Or a cat. He creeps into the lair.*

*The wallpaper is cut in mismatched bits of different patterns. The curtains are a patchwork of different mandalas, stitched together with different styles and colors of string for each seam. The floor is tile, different sizes, shapes, and patterns. And the rug is just pitch black. He sets them on the couch, carefully giving them time to close the eyes that would come into contact with the fabric.*

*Predictably, they closed immediately at the expectation of contact. They reach out and put their hand on Mayhem's face, not saying a word. Their tendrils, too, lingered upon the other slender, loosely trailing along Mayhem's body where they were previously wrapped right.*

*He pulls a clean blanket around them, patterned in a chaotic floral design.*

How can I help?

Staying safe.

Alright... I'm safe.

*He wraps his tentacles around them protectively.*

Good... Stay that way...

You'd tell me if you were in danger, right..?