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uh.. Nova- wait how did i get here-

..where am i..? what even HAPPENED..? i cant feel my arms.. well.. not my real ones...

hello? is someone there? i just found this radio here.. i think something is near though, i'll just say this quickly, this looks odd for where i am, did this come from another reality?

@mentally-stable-star

There’s a returned response, the static crackling sharply before rising a fuzzy voice from the depths of its personal hell.

G: “Loud and clear, kid. We hear ya. What’s the situation, over?”

i think i hear Toodles in the other room..

G: “Toodles? Is she alone or with a squad?” He’s beginning to take notes. “Does she have a weapon.”

Weapon…?

weapon..? no.. i think she's been twiste- *SUDDEN LOUD SCREAMING* SHE SAW ME- SHE SAW ME-!!

G: “Kid?… KID?” Gabriel stood up from his chair, hands firm on the desk.

“Kid do you copy? Hello?!” The boy scours beneath his breath, rubbing his brows.

I-IM OK.. I JUST GOT BITTEN..

G: “Ah shhhii—” He cuts himself off as he could feel the pressure of the other blog’s rules that he totally does not actually know, coughing.

“Do you have water? Maybe anything to disinfect? If you have first aid nearby make sure the wound is clean before dressing tightly. Over.”

I'LL BE ALRIGHT.. I JUST UH.. IT DIDN'T BREAK THE SKIN.. I TH.. wait.. is that blood..

G: “You need to start disinfecting right now. Do you have anything you can use to clean the wound?” There was the sound of walking while Gabriel took the remaining open mic away from the station.

They were talking about some terrible stuff. Boxten doesn’t need to hear it.

i dont have anything to do that...

G: “Can you plug the wound then? Stuff it as much as you can and keep it wrapped tight. We can’t have you be bleeding out. I don’t care with what. If you don’t have bandages the use cloth, paper towels, anything soft.”

..i wont bleed out.. its a bit shallow..

G: He’s silent at first, staring into the radio station. After a brief pause he sighed. “Thought the wound would’ve been worse. I still suggest looking for something to help keep the bite from festering. You don’t know what kind of diseases Toodles might’ve been carrying. Out of sight, out of mind. Don’t let her find you again.”

i wont... i can barely even feel my leg now though...

G: “I can’t help you further than this. I’m not a medic. I’m only saying things that I’ve heard over the years or just make sense. I can try and stay on the line with you if you want, kid, but I’m getting kind of tired.”

*no response*

hello? is someone there? i just found this radio here.. i think something is near though, i'll just say this quickly, this looks odd for where i am, did this come from another reality?

@mentally-stable-star

There’s a returned response, the static crackling sharply before rising a fuzzy voice from the depths of its personal hell.

G: “Loud and clear, kid. We hear ya. What’s the situation, over?”

i think i hear Toodles in the other room..

G: “Toodles? Is she alone or with a squad?” He’s beginning to take notes. “Does she have a weapon.”

Weapon…?

weapon..? no.. i think she's been twiste- *SUDDEN LOUD SCREAMING* SHE SAW ME- SHE SAW ME-!!

G: “Kid?… KID?” Gabriel stood up from his chair, hands firm on the desk.

“Kid do you copy? Hello?!” The boy scours beneath his breath, rubbing his brows.

I-IM OK.. I JUST GOT BITTEN..

G: “Ah shhhii—” He cuts himself off as he could feel the pressure of the other blog’s rules that he totally does not actually know, coughing.

“Do you have water? Maybe anything to disinfect? If you have first aid nearby make sure the wound is clean before dressing tightly. Over.”

I'LL BE ALRIGHT.. I JUST UH.. IT DIDN'T BREAK THE SKIN.. I TH.. wait.. is that blood..

G: “You need to start disinfecting right now. Do you have anything you can use to clean the wound?” There was the sound of walking while Gabriel took the remaining open mic away from the station.

They were talking about some terrible stuff. Boxten doesn’t need to hear it.

i dont have anything to do that...

G: “Can you plug the wound then? Stuff it as much as you can and keep it wrapped tight. We can’t have you be bleeding out. I don’t care with what. If you don’t have bandages the use cloth, paper towels, anything soft.”

..i wont bleed out.. its a bit shallow..

G: He’s silent at first, staring into the radio station. After a brief pause he sighed. “Thought the wound would’ve been worse. I still suggest looking for something to help keep the bite from festering. You don’t know what kind of diseases Toodles might’ve been carrying. Out of sight, out of mind. Don’t let her find you again.”

i wont... i can barely even feel my leg now though...

G: “I can’t help you further than this. I’m not a medic. I’m only saying things that I’ve heard over the years or just make sense. I can try and stay on the line with you if you want, kid, but I’m getting kind of tired.”

al..righ.. *THUD!*

hello? is someone there? i just found this radio here.. i think something is near though, i'll just say this quickly, this looks odd for where i am, did this come from another reality?

@mentally-stable-star

There’s a returned response, the static crackling sharply before rising a fuzzy voice from the depths of its personal hell.

G: “Loud and clear, kid. We hear ya. What’s the situation, over?”

i think i hear Toodles in the other room..

G: “Toodles? Is she alone or with a squad?” He’s beginning to take notes. “Does she have a weapon.”

Weapon…?

weapon..? no.. i think she's been twiste- *SUDDEN LOUD SCREAMING* SHE SAW ME- SHE SAW ME-!!

G: “Kid?… KID?” Gabriel stood up from his chair, hands firm on the desk.

“Kid do you copy? Hello?!” The boy scours beneath his breath, rubbing his brows.

I-IM OK.. I JUST GOT BITTEN..

G: “Ah shhhii—” He cuts himself off as he could feel the pressure of the other blog’s rules that he totally does not actually know, coughing.

“Do you have water? Maybe anything to disinfect? If you have first aid nearby make sure the wound is clean before dressing tightly. Over.”

I'LL BE ALRIGHT.. I JUST UH.. IT DIDN'T BREAK THE SKIN.. I TH.. wait.. is that blood..

G: “You need to start disinfecting right now. Do you have anything you can use to clean the wound?” There was the sound of walking while Gabriel took the remaining open mic away from the station.

They were talking about some terrible stuff. Boxten doesn’t need to hear it.

i dont have anything to do that...

G: “Can you plug the wound then? Stuff it as much as you can and keep it wrapped tight. We can’t have you be bleeding out. I don’t care with what. If you don’t have bandages the use cloth, paper towels, anything soft.”

..i wont bleed out.. its a bit shallow..

G: He’s silent at first, staring into the radio station. After a brief pause he sighed. “Thought the wound would’ve been worse. I still suggest looking for something to help keep the bite from festering. You don’t know what kind of diseases Toodles might’ve been carrying. Out of sight, out of mind. Don’t let her find you again.”

i wont... i can barely even feel my leg now though...

hello? is someone there? i just found this radio here.. i think something is near though, i'll just say this quickly, this looks odd for where i am, did this come from another reality?

@mentally-stable-star

There’s a returned response, the static crackling sharply before rising a fuzzy voice from the depths of its personal hell.

G: “Loud and clear, kid. We hear ya. What’s the situation, over?”

i think i hear Toodles in the other room..

G: “Toodles? Is she alone or with a squad?” He’s beginning to take notes. “Does she have a weapon.”

Weapon…?

weapon..? no.. i think she's been twiste- *SUDDEN LOUD SCREAMING* SHE SAW ME- SHE SAW ME-!!

G: “Kid?… KID?” Gabriel stood up from his chair, hands firm on the desk.

“Kid do you copy? Hello?!” The boy scours beneath his breath, rubbing his brows.

I-IM OK.. I JUST GOT BITTEN..

G: “Ah shhhii—” He cuts himself off as he could feel the pressure of the other blog’s rules that he totally does not actually know, coughing.

“Do you have water? Maybe anything to disinfect? If you have first aid nearby make sure the wound is clean before dressing tightly. Over.”

I'LL BE ALRIGHT.. I JUST UH.. IT DIDN'T BREAK THE SKIN.. I TH.. wait.. is that blood..

G: “You need to start disinfecting right now. Do you have anything you can use to clean the wound?” There was the sound of walking while Gabriel took the remaining open mic away from the station.

They were talking about some terrible stuff. Boxten doesn’t need to hear it.

i dont have anything to do that...

G: “Can you plug the wound then? Stuff it as much as you can and keep it wrapped tight. We can’t have you be bleeding out. I don’t care with what. If you don’t have bandages the use cloth, paper towels, anything soft.”

..i wont bleed out.. its a bit shallow..

hello? is someone there? i just found this radio here.. i think something is near though, i'll just say this quickly, this looks odd for where i am, did this come from another reality?

@mentally-stable-star

There’s a returned response, the static crackling sharply before rising a fuzzy voice from the depths of its personal hell.

G: “Loud and clear, kid. We hear ya. What’s the situation, over?”

i think i hear Toodles in the other room..

G: “Toodles? Is she alone or with a squad?” He’s beginning to take notes. “Does she have a weapon.”

Weapon…?

weapon..? no.. i think she's been twiste- *SUDDEN LOUD SCREAMING* SHE SAW ME- SHE SAW ME-!!

G: “Kid?… KID?” Gabriel stood up from his chair, hands firm on the desk.

“Kid do you copy? Hello?!” The boy scours beneath his breath, rubbing his brows.

I-IM OK.. I JUST GOT BITTEN..

G: “Ah shhhii—” He cuts himself off as he could feel the pressure of the other blog’s rules that he totally does not actually know, coughing.

“Do you have water? Maybe anything to disinfect? If you have first aid nearby make sure the wound is clean before dressing tightly. Over.”

I'LL BE ALRIGHT.. I JUST UH.. IT DIDN'T BREAK THE SKIN.. I TH.. wait.. is that blood..

G: “You need to start disinfecting right now. Do you have anything you can use to clean the wound?” There was the sound of walking while Gabriel took the remaining open mic away from the station.

They were talking about some terrible stuff. Boxten doesn’t need to hear it.

i dont have anything to do that...

eightballkid

HI TOODLES!

@mentally-stable-star

!!! hi!!!

i havent met you before but you seem cool!! :D

your twisted counterpart just uh.. bit me in the leg.. i'm alright though!

eightballkid

that!! cant be healthy!!

do u have something to uhmmm patch it up? i learned that having it covered helps a lot..

im actually usin my leg warmer to do that.. because uh.. somehow it's teeth wasn't sharp enough to break the fabric but it still made me BLEED..

eightballkid

HI TOODLES!

@mentally-stable-star

!!! hi!!!

i havent met you before but you seem cool!! :D

your twisted counterpart just uh.. bit me in the leg.. i'm alright though!

hello? is someone there? i just found this radio here.. i think something is near though, i'll just say this quickly, this looks odd for where i am, did this come from another reality?

@mentally-stable-star

There’s a returned response, the static crackling sharply before rising a fuzzy voice from the depths of its personal hell.

G: “Loud and clear, kid. We hear ya. What’s the situation, over?”

i think i hear Toodles in the other room..

G: “Toodles? Is she alone or with a squad?” He’s beginning to take notes. “Does she have a weapon.”

Weapon…?

weapon..? no.. i think she's been twiste- *SUDDEN LOUD SCREAMING* SHE SAW ME- SHE SAW ME-!!

G: “Kid?… KID?” Gabriel stood up from his chair, hands firm on the desk.

“Kid do you copy? Hello?!” The boy scours beneath his breath, rubbing his brows.

I-IM OK.. I JUST GOT BITTEN..

G: “Ah shhhii—” He cuts himself off as he could feel the pressure of the other blog’s rules that he totally does not actually know, coughing.

“Do you have water? Maybe anything to disinfect? If you have first aid nearby make sure the wound is clean before dressing tightly. Over.”

I'LL BE ALRIGHT.. I JUST UH.. IT DIDN'T BREAK THE SKIN.. I TH.. wait.. is that blood..

hello? is someone there? i just found this radio here.. i think something is near though, i'll just say this quickly, this looks odd for where i am, did this come from another reality?

@mentally-stable-star

There’s a returned response, the static crackling sharply before rising a fuzzy voice from the depths of its personal hell.

G: “Loud and clear, kid. We hear ya. What’s the situation, over?”

i think i hear Toodles in the other room..

G: “Toodles? Is she alone or with a squad?” He’s beginning to take notes. “Does she have a weapon.”

Weapon…?

weapon..? no.. i think she's been twiste- *SUDDEN LOUD SCREAMING* SHE SAW ME- SHE SAW ME-!!

G: “Kid?… KID?” Gabriel stood up from his chair, hands firm on the desk.

“Kid do you copy? Hello?!” The boy scours beneath his breath, rubbing his brows.

I-IM OK.. I JUST GOT BITTEN..

hello? is someone there? i just found this radio here.. i think something is near though, i'll just say this quickly, this looks odd for where i am, did this come from another reality?

@mentally-stable-star

There’s a returned response, the static crackling sharply before rising a fuzzy voice from the depths of its personal hell.

G: “Loud and clear, kid. We hear ya. What’s the situation, over?”

i think i hear Toodles in the other room..

G: “Toodles? Is she alone or with a squad?” He’s beginning to take notes. “Does she have a weapon.”

Weapon…?

weapon..? no.. i think she's been twiste- *SUDDEN LOUD SCREAMING* SHE SAW ME- SHE SAW ME-!!

hello? is someone there? i just found this radio here.. i think something is near though, i'll just say this quickly, this looks odd for where i am, did this come from another reality?

@mentally-stable-star

There’s a returned response, the static crackling sharply before rising a fuzzy voice from the depths of its personal hell.

G: “Loud and clear, kid. We hear ya. What’s the situation, over?”