“Ho There, Ťřąvëłēř..?”

“Hey, you’d never l̵̳̦͕̪̭̰̞͖̦̿͒̈́̾̐̔͒͆͒͐͂̆͘̚̕͜͝i̸̛̺̺̖̲͉̱̗̖̤͖̦̪͉̘͇̻̾̄̍̅̃͗͌̕͝ͅȩ̸̮͓̭̟̤̻̫̣̭͓̼̭̹͍̃̈́̾ͅ ̸̙̫͙̣͕͉͙͉̝̌̍͝ͅt̵͔̼̞̻̟̝͚̥̑̋̆̄͊̾̽͘o̷̢̱͔̲̭̟̥͍̭̤̹̱̾̐́̍̄͒̔̌̂̀̏͜ ̶̢̛͖̼̲̗͙̥̘͓͕̜͕͚̜͆̀̐̈́̏̐̐̊̿̚̚͜͝m̷̹̫̱͓̩̀͒̀̊͛̋e̵̗̬͉̲̟̮̘̼̹͊̑̑͂̍̈̐͜, right? Of course you wouldn’t!”

[nat-20-on-perception]

Ho there, Traveler!

Welcome to my blog! Glad you came by, everything’s been sorta quiet around the office. Or… the house in general, honestly.

Well, no time to waste! Let’s get into the rules!

This blog is 17+! Mod is 18, but let’s not get carried away now! Can’t lose track of this treacherous tale! That means suggestive is allowed, but nothing more than that!

I may take a while to answer some asks, so just give me a moment to get to you, i promise i haven’t forgotten! I’ll get to you whenever i can!

Oh, and no slurs or anything of that sort! not only does that make me uncomfortable, but it’s upsetting to a lot of people. If you break this rule, you won’t get to play the game anymore! (Blocked)

And let’s avoid spoilers now! We can’t let anyone lose the fun of anything!

MOD INTRO

Hey there! I’m Cupid! I run a couple other ask blogs, but only one that’s DE related so far, which is @houseofaidoneus ! Very nice to meet you!

Chance is SELF AWARE in this blog, he just doesn’t fully notice it yet. Right now, everything is off, and there’s a weird pounding in his head that’s urging him to try and check on people.

Chance will refer to me as Mod or 🩷!

Ahem…

With that said, let’s go ahead and get this started!

ASKS ARE OPEN!

[nat-20-on-perception]

question for chance what is your favorite and least favorite color food drink and animal

Oh! I haven’t gotten an ask in a while! Ho there, traveler!

[He smiles, even as the glitches sit there.]

As for your question… My least favorite things?

Well, I really don’t like the color gray, it’s just… a little boring. But some people make it look good! Like Dasha!

My least favorite drink has to be any strong alcohol, I can’t understand how people drink that stuff, it’s way too bitter!

And animal? How could I hate any animal?

[He tries to pretend to not be absolutely horrified by spiders.]

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Holly runs up to Chance, holding a book. She smiled widely at him, looking quite happy.]

“Hi Chance! I got a new book from Lyric’s collection!”

//fully out of character sorry for not interacting in a hot minute I just had no idea what to do. In universe Holly had just disappeared for a bit into her area, and this is the first time since she had come out.

@holly-holiday-rp

[Chance smiles warmly, curiously looking at the book in her hands.]

Hm? What book is it?

[He doesn’t question why she was gone, mostly assuming that she’d been busy with holiday decor.]

Lyric tends to have a ton of genres…

(//Hi! It’s okay!! I’ve been busy tbh so I haven’t focused on this account too much-)

[holly-holiday-rp]

”It’s a fantasy story about a group of adventurers! I kinda just wanted to do something to entertain myself while waiting for the holidays. But I was wondering if you wanted to hang out for a bit?”

[She smiles brightly.]

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance gives a warm smile]

Hm, that sounds good! Maybe we could read it together, it sounds nice!

[He thinks before pulling over a chair by Dasha the office desk.]

[holly-holiday-rp]

[She grabs a nearby chair as well and sits across from Chance.]

“By the way, how have you been? We haven’t spoken in a bit and I want to make sure you’re okay.”

//both of you two, by the way. Not just Chance, how are both of you doing

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance hums.]

Well, a little lonely I’ll admit, but… that’s probably something I need to get used to, isn’t it? This- it’s at least giving me a chance to get closer to you guys, if we weren’t close before.

//Having a little bit of mental stress, but I’m good!

Should I… question that?

//Meh, most I’ll say so that I don’t interrupt your conversation is that mental illness can go slip on ice.

…okay-? Uh- how about you two? You and Solar?

[holly-holiday-rp]

[She pauses for a moment, still smiling, then answers.]

“I’m doing well! Just haven’t had much to do because of everyone going quiet and not being able to, you know, help decorate peoples areas.”

//im doing well i suppose. Just have been tired lately.

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance nods]

That… yeah, that’d definitely put a bit of hold on things- You wanna decorate the office once we’re done reading? Probably needs a bit of holly-day spirit.

[He smiles a bit, the pun being obvious, before glancing to where Solar was based on how he heard their voice.]

Make sure you rest, though. Both of you.

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Holly runs up to Chance, holding a book. She smiled widely at him, looking quite happy.]

“Hi Chance! I got a new book from Lyric’s collection!”

//fully out of character sorry for not interacting in a hot minute I just had no idea what to do. In universe Holly had just disappeared for a bit into her area, and this is the first time since she had come out.

@holly-holiday-rp

[Chance smiles warmly, curiously looking at the book in her hands.]

Hm? What book is it?

[He doesn’t question why she was gone, mostly assuming that she’d been busy with holiday decor.]

Lyric tends to have a ton of genres…

(//Hi! It’s okay!! I’ve been busy tbh so I haven’t focused on this account too much-)

[holly-holiday-rp]

”It’s a fantasy story about a group of adventurers! I kinda just wanted to do something to entertain myself while waiting for the holidays. But I was wondering if you wanted to hang out for a bit?”

[She smiles brightly.]

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance gives a warm smile]

Hm, that sounds good! Maybe we could read it together, it sounds nice!

[He thinks before pulling over a chair by Dasha the office desk.]

[holly-holiday-rp]

[She grabs a nearby chair as well and sits across from Chance.]

“By the way, how have you been? We haven’t spoken in a bit and I want to make sure you’re okay.”

//both of you two, by the way. Not just Chance, how are both of you doing

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance hums.]

Well, a little lonely I’ll admit, but… that’s probably something I need to get used to, isn’t it? This- it’s at least giving me a chance to get closer to you guys, if we weren’t close before.

//Having a little bit of mental stress, but I’m good!

Should I… question that?

//Meh, most I’ll say so that I don’t interrupt your conversation is that mental illness can go slip on ice.

…okay-? Uh- how about you two? You and Solar?

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Holly runs up to Chance, holding a book. She smiled widely at him, looking quite happy.]

“Hi Chance! I got a new book from Lyric’s collection!”

//fully out of character sorry for not interacting in a hot minute I just had no idea what to do. In universe Holly had just disappeared for a bit into her area, and this is the first time since she had come out.

@holly-holiday-rp

[Chance smiles warmly, curiously looking at the book in her hands.]

Hm? What book is it?

[He doesn’t question why she was gone, mostly assuming that she’d been busy with holiday decor.]

Lyric tends to have a ton of genres…

(//Hi! It’s okay!! I’ve been busy tbh so I haven’t focused on this account too much-)

[holly-holiday-rp]

”It’s a fantasy story about a group of adventurers! I kinda just wanted to do something to entertain myself while waiting for the holidays. But I was wondering if you wanted to hang out for a bit?”

[She smiles brightly.]

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance gives a warm smile]

Hm, that sounds good! Maybe we could read it together, it sounds nice!

[He thinks before pulling over a chair by Dasha the office desk.]

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Holly runs up to Chance, holding a book. She smiled widely at him, looking quite happy.]

“Hi Chance! I got a new book from Lyric’s collection!”

//fully out of character sorry for not interacting in a hot minute I just had no idea what to do. In universe Holly had just disappeared for a bit into her area, and this is the first time since she had come out.

@holly-holiday-rp

[Chance smiles warmly, curiously looking at the book in her hands.]

Hm? What book is it?

[He doesn’t question why she was gone, mostly assuming that she’d been busy with holiday decor.]

Lyric tends to have a ton of genres…

(//Hi! It’s okay!! I’ve been busy tbh so I haven’t focused on this account too much-)

[glitch-parker]

Lee, dressed as Will Wood's Normal Album cover, heads up to the attic. He has a bright smile on his face and a bag of candy in his hands. As soon as he enters the attic, though, the bag of candy falls from his hands as he takes in Parker's glitching.

Parker!

He cries out, running towards Parker and grabbing his wrists. Lee flinches as the glitching spreads to his form, but he holds strong as he inspects Parker.

What happened? What's going on???

@showstopper-homeowner

*He sitting with Chance not expecting someone else to come in suddenly, to say he was startled would be an understatement he literally jumps back when Lee made contact which also got rid of the Lee's glitching and pain. Parker's glitching seem to spike for just a moment but then going back to how it was*

J̸̯̮͇̲̩̈͐͋̌̒̉̅͌̀̆͗͜͝é̶̢̝̙͚̱͕͉̫̘͇̖̜̠̹̐̇̐͛̅̀͛̆́͝͝ş̸̨̛̘̦̣̻̮̫̱̝̝̞̎̑̀͊͌͝͠͝͝ų̶͖̫͕̠̝̟͉̤͔̪́̈́͆̔̃́̏̎̐̏̕͜͝ș̷͓̬̣̭͚̫̳̀̓͐͐̄͐̍͂̏͛͌̕̚ͅ L̷̤͖̊̽̈́̏͗͝ȩ̶͕̹̮̯̀̿̽̋̏͝e̴̺̠̠͛!̴̝̭͉̫̝́̉̇

*He huffs out. He stared at Lee for a second seeming out of it as his mine tries to catch up with him remembering that huge mess of empty board games literally tossed around*

O̷̤̯̜̊̒̌͑̈́̈́̒̕̕͝h̶̨̳͎͉̠̾̀́͒̔̔̉̂͘ ̷̢̯͚̠̅́̽͑͝͠ǔ̷̢͉͚͈͚̳̪͍̝̞͓̱̀̊̓̈͝͝m̴̳͚͙͖̼̫̮͚̲̆̋̾̌̈͂͑̿̄̎̕͝ͅͅ-̶̢̳͕͍̠̘̟̣̻͖͑̾̀̑͊̈́̄ ̷̥̓̓͝C̷̡͔̦̏͌͒̀ȟ̴̢̬̘̺̲̻̼̺͈̠͜ǎ̶͈̋̉͂̈́̈́̾͋̂n̴̨͇̮͙͇̫̻̺̝͂̂c̶͔̜̻̀͛̀͗̎̽ę̶̟̦͙̗̮̖͕͍̝͖̭́̌͋̉͝ ̸̡̩̳͚͇̯̫̖͈̣̒̊w̶̮̭̫͕̗̮͘͝ā̸͎̯͕̻̜̀͗̈́̔̊͌̀̆́̃͜s̶͔̮̿ ̸͉͙̄̈̎̾̊̉͛̕͝h̴̙̜̼̳̮̎̏̉͂̓̅͑̀̚͝e̸̢͑ḽ̶͖͍̹̊́̈́͛͗̏̊p̸̘̞̩̘͓̯̰̠̪͈̺̊̄ ̶̲̠͔͚̜̱̞̜̲̻̱̏m̵̛̟̗͔͙̀͊̈́͊͑ë̴͍̫͉̲̦́̄̂̏͗̆̓͒͆͝ ̷̧̦͚̦̣͓͉̪͚̯́̌̈́͊̂͘͝ͅͅç̶̮̮̙͇͚̳̫̖͉̔͂͑̔͗͑̈̎̿͌ļ̶̨̘̰̖̹͙̥̪̗͌̓̆͜e̵̡͂͛̇͐̐̌͂̽a̶͔̥͕͆̅͂̃̉̇͝ͅn̷̛͈̯̲̞̯̻̭͛̈̃̈́̅͒̔̕ ̶̼͙̞̝̲̝̥̱̙̳͈͆͗̏͜ā̴̛̘̹̠͈̰̪̩͍̥̩̻̗̃̀͘ ̶̡̗̻̌̋̃͊̚ͅb̷̪̦̥̻͖̹̼͉͆̀i̸̙̰̥̻̲͂̀t̶̢̪̗̘͙̙̺̯̖̒!

*He lied not wanting to worry him since who knows if this was connected to glitches or not or whatever was happening. Unaware of the most obvious warning sign hi̸̧͈̠͂̊m̷̧̞̫͋̄̊s̶̯̲̄e̵̙͕̭̒l̵̺̻̽̈́f̸̨̏͑͂.*

[deactivated-blog]

I-I need to take care of this! Oh my gods, Parker, I didn't realize you were getting thid bad! If I had known earlier, I-

Lee was frantically pulling out his notebook and flipping to various pages, trying to find out where he put his research for staving off glitches.

You and Chance were cleaning? What did you come across? It might be related to the gliching.

// so sorry for the late reply... we were quite busy, hahah.

[glitch-parker]

Ooc: Nah your good))

*He was starting to panic a little bit making the glitching a little worse. Had he not been as good at acting like he was ok? What does he mean by getting worse?? And worst of all he felt like he had to fix it. Fix this whatever this was. Parker nonchalantly Yanks the notebook out of his hand. No glitching gets on the notebook tho*

H̸̞̥͗́̃͛͊͘͝e̷̛̳̻̭̖̣͚͚̳͈̖̪̳̒͆̽̊̈́͊͛͐̈́͝͝ͅẙ̸͕͇̠̝̺͂ͅ ̷̳̲̽͊͗̈́́̉̑̽̎͂̃̓͝ͅn̸͕̜̩̞͉̫̙̼͔̤̺̓̌̄̓͐̈́͠͝͠ͅo̸̡̯̲̣̠̩̐͛̓̈͝w̶̻̜͓͙͖̗͖̝̗̭͚͌, ̵̢̧̟̼̟̳̘̈́̓̿ͅT̴̢̨͇͇̭̝͖͓̓͂̓̉͂͋͋ḥ̸͖̤̻̭̇͐̐̊̾̐͐̆͛͋͘̕͝ȩ̴͕̮̼͙̣̘̼̼͕͍͍̀̀̏͐r̷̡̢͎̩̻͕̞̰̮͉̘͍̈́̇͠͝ẽ̷̯͇̟̣̜̟̖̪͒͊̔̇̃̓ͅ'̶̧̗͎̦͎̤̩̈̑͋͠͠ͅs̸̩̮͙͓͇̼̫̭̑̚ ̶̰͕̑̎̆͘͜n̶̠̭̱̍̈́̔̏̎̏̒͝ȏ̴͇́̃̓̑̊̆̏͠ ̴̛̭̘̼̭̪̲͇̿͋̅̔̓͛͛̓̋̓̋̃ͅn̸̨̨̢̥̩̲̝̼̤̼̻̄͌͒͊̇̂̆̿͘̚̚̚͝e̴̡̯̱̻͚͎̺͆͘ẻ̷̝̠̻̈́́̎̽̉̀̉̑̚͝d̴͕̜̦̲͉̪̻͙̀͜ ̷̧̛̻̖͓̻͇̮͂̎̇͋̐f̷̆̏̏ò̵̢̢̯͓̩͍̩̼̳̖͝ṛ̴̺̘͂ t̶͈̱̪͕̻͉̦̞̦̫̮̩̊͑̈́͗̑̅́̄̐̈́͠h̴̢̖̝̣̱̫̦̭̯͎̬̩̺̉͂͗̈́͒̎̅̕a̷̳̭̙̝͚͆̌̏͂̆͝t̸̡͚̜͚̹̯̲̼̦̱̂̀̿̈́̾̍͐̀́̐̈ͅ.̶̹͓́͒̈̔̈ͅ

Ň̵̞̭͋͋̌̇͆̅͝ó̶̢̱̪̝̗̤̬͒͒̂͝ ̶̨̨̛̭͔̖̳̒̌̊͌̿g̶̭̭͍̙̊̽̀̀͌̈́́́͑͊l̵̜͎͚̓̀͆̃͐̏̑̕i̵͈̞̰͔̺̲͑͐̆̇̽̑̚͜͠ͅt̷͚̮͖̭̱͖̜͓̰̾͒̓̒̃̕͠ͅč̴͇̱̝͖̞̳̄̀͐̑ḩ̷̨̲͖̝͎̳͓̖͝e̴̥̖̜͙̬̗̍̐̀͐̍̔̕̚͝͝s̷̢̧̥̣̟͔͖̍̾̌̉̿̅͗͑̎̏ ̷̠͉̗̠̔j̵̝̜̥͈̙͍̮͉͚͗̔́̃̓͗̓̽̈͜u̸̖̾ŝ̷̢͖͋̾͗̓̒̃͊̈̕t̵̨̢̯͍̭͓̤̫͕̯̑̅̃͝ ̵̘̹̲̔͋̐̋̌ͅc̷̨̣̰̤͓̮͈̥̙̙̐͊̀͋̃̕l̷̢͇̦̹̪̣̫̳͇̅͛ͅẽ̴̛̩̱͐͊̓͐́̀͝ä̴̛̯͕̣͎̣̣͕́͌̇͒̌̚̕͝n̸̤͎̦̦͂͐̐̽͋̂̚i̷̛͉͓̻̘͓͍͍̓̑̌̎͜n̵̢͓͔͓͎̆͗̊͌̎͗̊̈́͊͜͝ģ̷̧̡̯̙͚̞̖̮̑̎̌̊̔͂̇̽̇ ̷̰͔̼̪̤̾̌͒̈͋͌ͅả̵̠̗̱̮̮̅̉̉̉f̵̨̦̞̳͙̀̈́̐̚͜t̴̘̭̪̥̖̥̽̍ͅě̷̗͌̀̿̂̌̑̉ȑ̸̛̮̙̦͖̗͔̬̼̼̖̽͗̽́͛̈́̚ ̸̫͇͙̪͎̂̃́̏͐̈́͗͊̆ḁ̴̘͔̅̈͐̔ ̸̞̰̤͇͍͚̀̀̒͝ĺ̷̨̖̀̐̽̾͂̀́̋̿i̶̢̠̫̱͔̞̯̰̱͔͛ṱ̶̡͂̀͊͗͝͝ț̵̫̻̬̰́̍l̵̘̗̟͈̐̄́̄̔́̊̀̾e̴̝̘͌̿͌̅͋ ̵̯͆̈́̀͐́m̷̠̫̊̒̉̕ḙ̸̙̬̰̝͙̆͆s̶̰͙͉̯̃̂̇͝͠s̸̬̘̩̀̿͜.̷̼͕̥̖͎̩̦̞̗̒̈́͒̑̋̈́

R̶̯̝̭̥̹̠̺̳̮̣͑̉͊͌̒̍͠͝͠ì̴͔̯̈́̈̓̾̄̑͝g̵͖̮̰̍̀̓͠h̶̠̙͇̽͆͜ţ̶̝̼͚̩̞̺̉̿̽́͊̇̐ ̶̛̠̙͓̥͈̜̺̘̍́͆̑̽̄̿̇C̸̤̅͐̈h̸̜͚̣̤̼͌̌̿̏̕͝a̴̢̧̢̠̟̩͍̯͔̱̿͗̂̑͐̀͝n̷̪̓̂͆̍͋̓ĉ̶̡̬̼͉̝͙̼̥͑̒̒͝e̷͔̹̩̬̪͕̖̲̽̆̅̄́̈̎͋͘͝?̸̨̡̢̙͕̘͉͙͒

*He elbowed Chance hard. He moved his head to whisper to him out of sight from lee. It was almost impossible to tell what Parker was saying since the glitching but his mouth clearly was mouthing "Back me up!"*

( @nat-20-on-perception)

[nat-20-on-perception]

Oh! Yeah, just- we were cleaning and Parker was making sure the games were good, no glitches!

[Chance smiles nervously, hoping he’s being convincing. He looks over at Parker with a nod]

He just- started to glitch a bit, so I’ve been helping him as best as I can- nothing to do with what we were doing, just a sudden glitch!

[He reaches to Parker’s hand, squeezing it to assure Parker that it would be okay.]

[glitch-parker]

*Everything was going good until. Chance mentioned glitching. This is not what he wanted at all! Chance can't just mention glitching now! Not in front of him! why would he lie about him glitching that doesn't even make sense. The glitching on his body seems to become worse from him already spiraling just a little bit about how Lee is taking this*

Į̷͈͎̰͉̥͈̱͎̬̫̥̜̆͊̽̏͌̏͂͌̋͊̍̍͗͘̚ͅ-̵̢̦̗̗̘̺̳͖͎́ ̴̮͙̲̣́͘͝nő̶̧͚͚̜͙̭͇̝̭̞̿̃̑͜ͅ ̸̧̞̘̫̺̪̭̯͓̓̏͌̍͑͗n̸̛̛͈͍̰̘̺̫̟͉̰̯̤̳̻͉̂̈́̐͆͂̆̾͋͘ǫ̸̧̰̗̜͔̗͖̜̩̭̐̆̄̋̈͌!̸̭̫̻̃̽͂͛̏̓͋̑̃̆̓̉̚̕̕ ̵̧̩̯̙̻̏̓͐̈́͐̔͂͗̾͗͐Ỉ̶͙̰͈̹̲͓̱̯̈́͊͒͊̐̾͑ͅ ̶̨͍͉͛w̵̼̩̔̎̄́̈̂͝͠a̵̯͔͊̆͐̉́̿́̂̍̔̓̀͗͋̒ș̸̛̣̙̰̃͂̈̆́̔͒̄̊̓̎́̿̚n̵̹͙̤̰̦͂̆ͅ'̵̢̼̳̜̮̗̄̒̂̾͊͜ẗ̴̨̢̺̼̲̳͈̣̹͕̺̟̰́̚ ̵̨͔̣̗̹̩͇͇̘̏-̴̡͚̤͚̬̐̊͂̽̔̇̄̈̿͒͘͝͠ ̴̓͆̓̈́

g̴̟̳̳͈̙͕̮͈͙̠͈͑̔͌̆̏͒̕o̶̿̍͊͘͠ḋ̷͖̹̹̮͇̓̔́̾̅͒̂̊͑̀͜͠͠͠ ̸̧̨̛̳͙̱̩̬̜̲̜͕̇̓̓̄̍̄̚͜d̶̙͔̳̉̎̔̓̑̑̍̏̂͐̕͜͠a̶̡̢̢̨̼͔͇̼͈͑̽͑̄̈́͐̈͒̈́͐̊̒͝m̸̨̘̠͎͔͔̞̻͕̣̼̰̠̎̒ͅṇ̶̫̙̮͛ ̷̢̘̫̦̝͕͙͈̙̻̬̏̇̾̉̊͂͒̚ͅỉ̴̥̖̮͚͉̮̯̺̠̘̀̐̓t̵̨̢̛͖̲̟̝͚̰̯̜̍̽́͗̀̀̄͘͘̚̕ͅ ̴̹͇͎̳̦̭̼̳͌͑̆̈́̏̃̚̚C̴͠h̶̬̮̎̌̐͌̂̀̊͝͝ͅā̸̡̨̛̼̣̞̖̀̑͠n̵̲͓̙̭̮͉͈̼͙̜̠̑̅̆̇͊̈̀͂͐̔͑̅̈́͒͝ç̵̢̧͕̪̻͇̮̻̩͙̓̓̐̃̄̒͒̅̇͒̓͒è̸̛̫̣͍͖̝̹͕̞̈́̒̅̂̎͌̆̓̾̔̆̅͐!̴͔̩̖͈͚̺͍̺̠̖̾̒͂̿̓͐̀̾́̚

( @showstopper-homeowner)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance puts his hands up defensively]

Oh- no no I didn’t mean while we were cleaning! You started glitching afterwards, not during! We were sitting here, and then it started- nothing about the cleaning was involved!

[He glances nervously at Lee]

[glitch-parker]

*He firmly grabbed him by the shoulders and loudly whispers*

Ň̶̤̗̞̻̩̬̃̓̒̈́̏̄̐̒̈̈́̏̀̈́͑̀o̴̧̢̩̲̤̗̲͈͉̎́̏̍͠t̵͙͔̹̟̪͓̯͋̀̂̆̔͌̏̾̚͜͝ ̷̬̞͌̋̿̉̆̿̊̕̕͠h̶̯̻͍̜͈͖̲̦̫̞̹̀̂̎͗̄̔́͐̔̕ȩ̶̢̖̠͖̭̟̮͓͛͜͝ͅl̵̛̞̂͒̽͂̒̑̅̀̒̚͝p̶̺̾̎̀̆̿̊͗̏̆į̶̗͎̝̭̪̙͈̩̫̹̫̮͙̤͚͐̑̐̽n̶̳̗͇͓͉͙̯̝̫̻̼̎̔͜ͅģ̷̥͖͓̘̠̟͙̬̩̫͈̝̣̳͉̣̙͆̿̀̎̐͗̉̌͐͌̂̿̈̈̚ !̶̨̟̘̖̥̬̜̹͍̐͌͗̄̄̀̌͂̚

// *sigh* what did I tell you about him not knowing he glitches in his sea of denial that surprised me sometimes!))

[nat-20-on-perception]

I’m sorry!! It’s- I’m saying that incase Lee sees something we can’t, that- seems to happen a lot-

[He tries to lie smoothly, but is fairly obviously nervous about all of this.]

//Hes trying his best /silly

[glitch-parker]

*Parker let's go of him and pitcher his temple in frustration. Parker wouldn't be surprised if his headache didn't leave for a weeks after this*

//which one? ... / Half joking. Also /silly

[deactivated-blog]

...Uhm.

// chance, cmon buddy. dont lie to us

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance attempts to ignore the mods. Not very well though. It’s obvious he hears them as he keeps glancing around every time they speak to whatever direction their voices come from. His voice comes out quieter.]

Parker I… think we need to tell Lee. It’s- not for anything bad, it’s just- there’s something we know and- he just wants to help take care of it, you know-?

//Come on, chance. Acknowledge them.

you’re making me look crazy, Cupid-

//Meh, that’s what comes with being aware.

[glitch-parker]

*Parker was not paying attention at all to Chance seeming crazy. His head hasn't stopped hurting since well everything. He wished he could have just gone back. Back to beginning the day. Beginning of yesterday where they played games, it seemed fine. Maybe even the beginning of the week or whatever day it was at this point. Today was definitely his worst of the days he's ever lived he sure of it.*

T̵͕̣̟̎͋̓̓͝e̶̳̗̖͌͊l̶̳̙̰͔̯̑l̷̛̰̹̃̐̾̽͑̈ ̶̹̟̝̆̄h̷̛̙̾̾̆̔͛i̸͕͎̿͂͜m̶̨̗̼͇̱̾͌̑͌͗͂̅ ̸̡͈͇̫̮͉͉͆̃͊̔w̸̢̦̯̐̒̐̀̀͝͠ͅẖ̶̌͆a̷̻̮̽́t̵͓̲͊̒͂̾̊̊?̷͔̰͔̳͖̦̰̓͋̆̈̚ ̷̯̱͐͑̈̋̃ͅͅÀ̴̡̻͓̺̹̈́͂̌̇͘l̶̢̖͗͜͝l̸̢̲̰̬͚̍̏̽́̇ ̷̗͍̼̠̱̓͜ͅḩ̸͖̣̮̀̀̋͗̂̕i̶̭̇̊͛͌s̸̭͇͕͚̆̿ͅ ̴̨̡͕̬̫̏̽́̄̎̿͜ͅg̸̹̠̹̳̭͕̪̏̐͋͠á̷͔͕̫̗͋̈́̚̚m̶̱͉̥̀͜e̴̞̓̕s̷̨̯̼͔͖̭͐̉̓͠ ̷͓̝͌͐̕ş̴̛̼̰̒̄̈́̐͊̍ȋ̴̧͌̏m̵̡̡̗̖̞̃̾u̴͚͙͊̊̄̐̈́l̵̝͕̱̝̍͐͆̌̓͜t̶̰̲̼̲̽͗̐͠a̸͍̮̰͈̘̐͑͛n̸̢̢̢̻̪̦̅̂̕e̸̝̙̙̍̾̊͊̀̋͌o̶̰͋̽̓̉͐̽u̷̫̦̖̪̖͒s̸̫̪͚̈́̎̃̆͂̕l̸̞̫̝͈̿̍̂̈́y̶͍̭̫̣͐͗̋̈́̚ ̷̠̾̾̈́̏̈́̀͝d̶̢͎̻̫̈ĩ̶̥s̸̜̲̤͙͌͒̈́̍́̆̕ap̶͎̖̳͖̲͇̖͐̈́̚͝p̷̘̼͎̤͈̺͌e̸͍͍̦̘̿̈́͗̈́a̵̧̞̩͙̅̐̂̐́r̶̡̳̗̗͗̈̈́͆̂͋͋ë̷̱̻͛̇d̸̨̳̠̯̮̜̹̾ ̸̞̀õ̸̖̳̠̪͒͝ͅŕ̴̘̍͋̉͆͝ ̷̥͖͔͙͙̫̌͝m̷̘͍̍̀̇̽͂ǎ̸͎̝̟̳̯̫̱̀̇͠y̸̙̖̳͒̈̃́̈́͝b̷̨̮̤͛̇̓̾̈̍e̷̙̓̈́̅̓͌ ̴̧̧̫̲͒̓̂͊n̶̞̣̱̜̉͑͑̓͋̚͝ͅė̵͇̹̼̐͋̌́̚͠v̶͙̲̮̂̋́͗ë̵̖̩͎͎̭͚́͒͑̅͜͠ȓ̸̛͓̉͛̀͂ ̵̡̥̯͙̗̓̎͑̕͜ͅĕ̸̠͖̬̫̌̀̊̈́̋̕x̴̡͍̞̞̹̂̈̾̽̀̿͝i̶̢̹̳̙̪̘͉̎͌͛s̷͖͉̙̰͌̈́̐́͝͠ẗ̴̻̫̪͈̮̹́͑͛̋̍̂e̶̡͖͓͈͓̯̼̓̃̓́̉͘d̶̢̠̩̤̞̱̱͗͝ ̸̡̤͔̲̐͌̓̃̚d̶̢̧̦̬̪͆̿͠ͅe̵͖̩̯̫͛̌̽s̶̟̬̩̭̆̏͠p̶̹̒̂i̵̙͙͂̑̂t̷͍̫̩͍͂̍̓̍͘̕͝ḕ̵̞̞́̐ ̵͚̟͋͋̎́m̷̱̭͇̜͎̠̌́̽̎́̓̕e̸̛͇̬̤̊̌̄̋́͗ ̶̥̿̀̎p̷͉̩̤̝͒̀̈́ͅl̷͚̝̦̠̘͚͈̒̆͒̅͘͝͝a̶̛̰͌̽͗̍͊y̷̨̰͓̹̪̲̏̾i̸̡͓̫͊͝n̷̰̜̬͇̐̆̿̊̾̆g̷̳̮͚̀̾͌́̿̅ ̵͍̯̩̦̺̟̪̽̋̈́͐͝t̸̨̪̦͑̅̋ͅh̴̠̀̿͑́̚͠ę̵̹͈̖͌̅̕͜m̴̹̦̠̫̟̲͉͊͒͒!̵̘̜̣̻̤̥́̄̑͋ ̷̯͍̞͌̒̆̅͊̐͘͜B̶̢̦̺͓́͑e̷̟̼͙̍͗̈̊̇̂̈ȉ̸̩̳̯͉̲̍͊n̶͚̙͎̭̗̑͑̈́͜ġ̴̨͖͗̕ ̶͎͂ţ̸̢̼͔̞̪͌h̸͇̽̔̉̽́͝ê̵̛̬̼̬̊̍͆̚m̵͙̘̙̱͓̼̪̓̐̊̇̈́!̷͔̱͚̯̉

//one point for Parker zero for his sanity))

H̴̨̰̺̜̦̋̈͝e̸̠͇̥̯͚̎̈́̚ͅ ̶̗̓̈́̊̋̑̈̉c̸͖̜͍̜͕̓̀a̶̪̩̞͋̅̅͑̓̀ņ̴̩͎̠͓̑̎̋͘'̸̿̎͂̂̀̕͜t̴̤̟̲̫͖͚̹̆͂̈́̏͑ ̴̳͕͘̚d̸̖͔͎̹̫̯̮̋̐o̵̢̯̱̫̠̩̓͆̊͆̋̈́͜ ̷͉̮̬̱̞̰͉̍̑͝a̶̧͓͈̪͂̈́̋̄͝n̷̡̩̯͖̬͑͠ỳ̴̘̰̹͎͈̗̾̉̑̅t̶̥̕h̷̲͗̒̅́̍͘ͅi̴͚̹̅͆̍͆̑̄̉ǹ̶̻͎͉̤͔͠g̴̺͋͒!̴̡̧̩̫̌̾͗̄̂͝ ̵͚̬͎̼́̂̌͌͒̈͝ͅŶ̷̢̱͕̺̇͊ǒ̵̖͛ư̷̩͈̙̙͕̐̎͑̈́͑ ̷̙͈̺̥̓̈́̓̚č̸̨̨͉̪̞͓̋͋͝a̴̱̞̜͇̬͇̥͐̽̑̊͂͑ǹ̷̹̝̟̭̈̈́̉͐̈́͛͜'̴̰̩̰̪͉̀t̴̙̭̥̄͊͘ ̶̠̐͌̌̎̊̋a̶̡͓̠̲̮͋́̿̎n̴̢̖͉̬̱̾͑̌̀͝ͅy̶̡̢̨̦̼̖̤͐͐͝t̶̠̬͊̇̓̄́̓̓h̵͎̳̼̣̙̞̠̒͐̀͗̕i̵̧̟̰͕̹̿́̊͌̃̈n̸̜̹̙̓̈̑̏̀̕g̴͇͛́̋̀̋!̷̧̢̲͈̟̹̌̅͒͝ ̶̟̔̽̈Á̴̯̪̤̘͍̣̓͝͝ǹ̸͈͍̠͎͓̼͗̌͒͜͝d̸͖̬͓͉͓͍̉ ̵͆̓̇̂̋ͅI̵̥̅͊̔͐́ ̴̢̤̜̱͍͆͐̏̔͗̍͘C̴̱̚Ă̷̪͇͇̹̣̟͛͒̏͂̽Ņ̷̰̯̊̿̈́̃́̅̚'̶͔͇̬̗̳͍͖̓̄̎̒Ṱ̷̟̈́̄̇ ̴̲͆̎̅͑̿͊̚d̶̯͕͍̭̰̼̼̋̓̃̑͒̐o̸͙͖̘͖͔͋͒͌͊͑͝ ̶̛̭̺̓̕ã̵̘̤̞̟̌̊̍̽n̸̻͓̙͋̍̅̾͝y̶̨̢͔̠̘̋͊̉͆t̵̻̣̥̠̺̐̐̀h̸͇͇̺̼͈̉̅i̵̢̳̭͍͐̓̓̌͗͘͝ͅn̷̡͍̂̈́͌g̶̪̑͂͝!̷̙̗͉̀͗̅̔̀.̷̛̞̌̆̃͘̚͝.̴͙̞͎̃̎̍.̸̡̠̣͋̋̍͛̈́͋̚͜ͅ

*His words seem to hit him like a truck. He weekly moves back until he feels the wall sliding down it gripping at his head from the headache*

W̶̮͚̐̾̕͝ḩ̵̙̞̣͔̙̘̤̈́̌͊̚y̴̢͕̏̉̈́̿͠.̸̡̙͇̔̂.̸͝-

̴̘͍̈́̿́̇͠W̶̛̦͕̍̀̏̋̾͐̆h̷̭̣͚͖̲̭̥͆͋y̸̨̲̗̜̳͍̼̍̽̀̀̚͝ ̴̮̖̣̗̬̼̃̃͝d̷̫̽̐̔̈̓̕͝ơ̴͙̰̲̗͈̫̈̄̍́̀͝ ̶̨̡̢͇̣̰̈́̌͐́k̶̹͋ẽ̴͓̫ę̴̛̹̻̪̎́̇͗͆͘p̷̳͐̄̊͐͝͝ ̸̳̥̱̪͈̥̠̝̃͋̈́̌s̴̨̟͕̝̥̹̈́̃a̵̢̛̳͚͕̬͛̐̐y̷̩̟̤̗͖͉͓̬͋̀̉̓̀̈́͠i̵̜͙̘̖̝̥͐̽̎͜ͅn̵͛̂́͛͜g̷̢̨͍͈̠̼̥̯̐͋̈́̆ ̸̙̖̾̃̈́̏͑̕t̷̛͈̽͊́h̷̬̜̙̋̅̈́͊̓͝ą̷̖̊ṫ̴̨̖̲͍̩̠̏͆͛̅̅̕?̷́̚.̶̮͔͙̦̬̭͓̽͛͑̈́̂̅̽́͜..̶̢̖̯̖͎͎̆͑̒̊̅̈́̚͜͝ͅ ̷̣̩͈̀Ẁ̴̨͓̫͆h̸͍̘́̿͗̅a̵̭͑̇̒̊̋͝͠t̵͎̮̙̂ ̴̡̡͚̮̭͕͆ḏ̵̼̙̙̙̂͒̽͑o̶̢̗̳̤̼̲͗̎͂̈́̈́͝ ̷͇͍̘̼̞̘̿y̵̺̺̤͕̙͙͎̙͌̒̈́̚͠o̷̫̬̅̍ū̴̧̟͈̘͎͕̤̃̇̓̌͒́͝ ̵͙̙̽̽̀̄̎̍̾͆ḵ̴̛̼̗̮͉̥͗̅̃̎̍̂͜ń̵̠̥͉̝̞̬̗͒̂̂̐̋́o̶̘̮̮͈̺̦̠̓͊w̵̞͙̞͆̈́̆͒̍̕̕-̶̯́͑ ̶̲̞͉͇̙̭͊Ẃ̷̭̤͈͘ȟ̸̘̬̪͎̘͉̔͛a̶͕̓̅̆̽̓̔ẗ̸͓̦̘́̊̌͠ ̶̥͍̓̓͝d̴͙̪͇̰̯͑̏͒͂̃̀̒͜o̷̮̯̩̥̓̑̿͊͝n̵̳̺̪͖͉̣̯̍̉͑͐̑'̷̣̩̩̦̩̮̄̏̎̃͋̀ͅṭ̵͍̚ ̶̯̈́̃͂̄̓̽̂͠Į̴͍̩̖̖͙͗͆ ̶̟̓k̵̙̹̞̬͙͔͛n̸̯͓̲̯͐o̸͍̯̘͊̃w̷͖̫͈̩̰̓̏̐̀͑̈͜͝?̷̨̫̖̹̜͛́̚͝!̴̨͍͍̤̿̑̆̿ ̴͕̌̌̒̿́̑

*He was pleading he was scrunched up on the ground which made his whole body seem like just a giant glitch ball*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance looks over at Lee. He’s looking for a yes or no on if he should tell Parker.]

I… debated on it earlier. Just tell me if I should.

[deactivated-blog]

I... Go ahead. He... He needs to know.

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance nods. He approaches Parker, reaching out to put a hand on Parker’s shoulder.]

You’re gonna have to work with me on this, okay? It’s going to seem crazy, but… knowing can help. The more you know, the less it can affect you, I think.

[He takes a deep breath, pulling back out the glitching dice.]

Do you remember when I brought up this to you? How I rolled for perception and then suddenly could hear other people that didn’t seem to exist? It… apparently, there’s more to it.

[He puts the dice aside.]

That wall. You said you looked through it once. Thats letting you see your mod. The person I keep talking to whenever it seems like I’m talking to nobody is them. I have one too, their name is Cupid. Lee has one, and so do Holly and Hector. You’re the first I think to actually see their mod. So… I’m going to tell you what that means.

[He sighs softly, obviously worried about how Parker will react.]

We found out that we’re in a game. It’s… weird to know, but it explains everything. Why everyone has been quiet, why your games are disappearing… everything. Your games used to exist, but because we’re in a game… they don’t. Because there aren’t any “sprites” as the mods call it to show what your games look like. Thats… that’s where your games went. Including Sandy Land. I…

[He paused, the continued]

I didn’t want to tell you because me and Holly found out by, well… chance. I rolled perception and began to see the mods as floating eyes, and now me and Holly can actually interact with ours now that they and some of voices explained what’s going on. That’s why you heard me call the voices ‘Askers’ or ‘Anons’ because… that’s what they are.

[He pulls back, just incase Parker preferred being alone after hearing all of this.]

Do you need me to tell you more? I can try to explain more of it, if you want.

[By now, his glasses glitched even more, as well as the clasp of his cloak, further hinting to the point as he mumbles about a headache himself.]

[glitch-parker]

*Parker's mouth flapped open and close a few times as he failed to understand anything of what he was saying*

N̷̡̡̻͎͙͔͚͎̘̖̹̘̝̰͓͔̝͊͌͐̑̎̏̇̚͜-̵̡̡̯͔̬͎̼͔̹̥̭̪̦̟͇̬̐͆̾̔͊̈́̔̐̈ ̸̛̗͖̥̟̟̲̲̻̼̉̆͗̀̂̐͗͊̍̆́̕͘̕͜͝͝n̴̨̡̪͚͇̩̓̿̒͗̍͂̃͝ơ̵̡̡̙̺͖͍̭̬͚̫͎̬̥̈́͐̈͆̆̾͛̕̕ ̶̦̭͉̠̻̩́̃̇͑̽͋̉͌̈͑̒̾͌̿̌̚͠͝ͅy̶̛͕̭̬̟͐͋̄͒͆̿̿̉̓̔̂̆̄̚͘͠ö̶͎̮̤́͊̍̎̎̚͝ų̶̡̯̼͙̬̩͚̜̱̥̜̪̼͎͙͋̈́́͆̂̔͆̈́̀̊̉̃ͅ ̸̨̧̥̪͖̘͍̥̣̦̔̔ͅṇ̷͛̃̅̀̈́͊͌e̷̳͗̄̈́̇v̸͚̲̻͉͍̗͖͎͌͒̇̏̍̐̇̓̈́̚͜͝ę̴̫̩̜̥̼̖̪͕̹͍̜̏̇́̋́̾̌́͛̈̅̎͘̚̕r̵̫̪̦͓͚͚̗͑͐̀͂̌̋͜͝-̸̬̲̖̝͖̀̂ ̵̡̣̬̼͍̰̟̰̟̩̲̻̞̥͙̲̟̭̍̿͐̐̀̔͑͂͜Ṭ̸̫̊͐͆̀͑͛̈͛̏̒h̵̨̢͚͚̅́̄̋̈͛́̀̍̏̕͘̚͠ͅȇ̶̛̙̺̭̜̥̓̈́̊͋́̂̚̚-̷̢̦͔̺͕̯̩̗̹̝͔͇̳͂́̋̌͐̓́̄́͋͊̊̐̈́̇̔̾͠͝ ̵̡̲͍̖̅̉͘W̶̡̲̼̜̖̯͙̽̂͂͒̄h̶̝̘̯̭̗͔̒̾͋́̔̋̓̑́̇̇͒̚͝͝͝a̸̛͔͚̺̼͕͊̓̀̏͗̀̈̏̌̓̀̀̈́͘̚͝ẗ̵̥̤͙̰̠͕̘̻́͛̆̌́̈́?̴͍̹̖͈͓̗̠̣̹̮͓̱̲̟̰̝͎́̃͛̽̋̑̈́̊̂̾̽͐́͑́̕͝͠

*He words came as unfinished thoughts failing to articulate anything. The confusion didn't leave as you explain the rest*

W̵̥̩̥̞͕͗̒̾͌̓́̑̿̌̏̒̾͆̒̎͘̚ḥ̸̡̛̥̮̼̺̫̞͍̣͖̹̳̻͒͆̀͘a̸̡̖̘͖̺͎̣͚͇̜̟̪͒͂͂̉ṫ̶̢̼̥̪͚͉̤̫̖͎̗̲͇͉̺̻̾̇̉̈̿̒͂̐̾͂͒-̴́̀́̽̌̇̈́̍̚̚̕͜ ̵̨͈̮̟̪̟̞̣͎͖̮̺̞̩̫͙͋̑͛̔͆̏͆̐̐͋͛̕͝͝ͅw̵̢̨̛͍̘̲̺̲̪̥̰͎͎̖͛̎̐̿̉͒̍͋͂͛̈̿͋͆̀͘̕͜͠ͅḫ̸͇̰̖̭̲̗̝̺͍̳̝̤͖͌̊́̏̉̒̏͒̇͋̇̈́̚ẩ̶̢̨̢͖̪̝̦͈̫̙̈̐͜ṫ̴̡̨̧̫̳̪̣͎̙̼̜̜͔̮̝̑͆͜ͅ ̸̤͓̦͕̪̼̮̙̱͕̭̖̘̮̭͌̾̌̆͋̎̎̍̄͘͜͝ͅà̷̡̡̛̝͖̫̺̪̠͓̲͂̒̂̔̄͘͘͜͝r̸̄̍̏̽͐̈͐͝͠e̴̡̬̳̮͙̭̭̺̳̜̭͉̝̬̻̝̪̙͕̅͐͒͗̊̓̑̃̄̇̂̒͆̑͘ ̷͇̩̙̊̾̅́̀̈́̽̍͘y̸̬͎̘̮͕̤͙̺̫̌̊o̶̹͍̖̲̱͇̺͙̦̣̱̰͙̾̈́͛͆͑̈́͑͘͜ṷ̴̢̡̩̗̖̻̰̬͙̃̋̾͂̓́̐͊̆͠ ̸̡̺͍͈̣̠̳̠̬͔̘̜̬̻̻̠̪̩̓̀̀̄̓̌̚͝o̶̧̠͊̀́̈́̀͐̕͝n̵͐̒͗̒͋͆͋̕͘͜ ̸̛̯̗͈̖̖̣͚̺̠̭̓͐̂̔͛̏͒͋͑͑̒̃̕̚͝͠͝ͅa̵̛͔̠̰̖̒͐͒̿̀͋̂̏b̵̧̨̛͈̻͙̙̖͕̝͎̭̫͔̦͉̺̩̎́̇̏̽͊̀͛͠ơ̶̢̛̬͉̬̰͔̹̏̇̅̾̊̑̓̓̾͐͒͆̚͠͠͝ű̴̢̜͖̯̬̯̖̮̿̃̅t̴̩̰͙͠!-̸̶̧̜̰͓̮̮̪̟͙̜͔͛͋̽̓̔͆̊͐͐̏̀̈͋T̴̛̟̲̙̳̥̈́̂̿̆̀̔̌͂͌͌̉̕h̶̞̥̺͎̳̽͘ą̴̨̛̫̲͈͙͖̥͖͎̬͗͒̔̀̐͛̀̀̈́͆̑̍͋̏̓̒̋t̶̢̢̡̛͖̥̦̙̣̣͖̙̠͖͖̞̝̦̬̓́̏͆̔̅̋̉̍̓͊̕͜ ̵̨̗̠̠̖̫͉͔̌͊̓̒̉̑̀͑̑͐̽̆͘͜͝͝ḑ̸͖̫̭͓̬̜͈̼̗̹̟̇̉̈́̂́̓͋̀̉̏̒͛̽͌́̕̚͝ỏ̸̙͈̻̺̯͓͈̻̖͐̾͗̇͜͝͝e̵̝̠̓̀̄̇̒͂̂͗ͅṡ̵͎̫̐̆͗͊̀n̴̡̛̳̫̬̺͙̝̣͚̹̬̣̫̂͐͌͂́͌̀͝'̴̡̧̹̮̠͕̜͚̹̠͓̐ͅẗ̶̢̛̛̻͙͍̱̩̣͓̣̼̤̫̄͛̈́̈́̓̈́̓͗́͆͗̕̚ ̸̨̰͆̐̄̉̑̔̏̏̄̀͆̄͐͌̍ḿ̴͇̞̜̻̦̹͒̂͌͘ą̵̟͍̣̣̻̜̙̱̞̣͎̇̈́̎͌̆͐̋̒̈̄̾͘̚͜k̷̹͕͙͍͕̫̂̄̈̿͠ë̵̢̠͙̦̱̤̱̲͉͍ ̸̪̠͕͙͔̳̥̠͎̰̺̥̭̗̹́̓͛͐̌̇͊͘ŝ̷̢̧̨̨͖͉̖̯͉̣̱̤̭͉̹̮̱̄̈͛̓̕͜ͅę̵̟̲̬̓̔ń̸̡͔̟͍̫̱̥͉̭͇̳͐̓̀́́̑͌͐̔̇̕͘ş̵͍̭͙̰͇̈̔̔͐͌̌̆̎͆͘͜ē̸̱̞͖̮͉̺͔̠͉̗̿̃̈̃̇͗̉́̇̋͘̚͠ -̸̧̆̆

̵̼̞͉̺̿L̷̛͙̳̬͖̳̰̘̍̊͋́͛̓͐̽͗͒͂͒͋̒̚̕e̵̡̗̪̗̫͚̬̟̪̘̪͈̊̈́̃ę̷̧͈̞͎̤̩̟̭̺̫̖̦̞͈̗͚̖̏͘!̸̮̅́̅͑͆̓̄̓̅̈̂͌͐͋̑̚ ̷̨̖̺̗̼͔͚̝͙̫̳͉͕͈͕̥̬̂̂̀̀̀̌͊̎̿̑́̒̆̑́͝

*He suddenly called reaching out to him but just as quickly as he tried to get up he stumbled back grabbing his head leaning against the wall again*

w̸̡͚̱̬̮̦̪̟̼͆̈́̈́̍̅̏̇̑̿́̐́̆̈́͜ȩ̵̗̥͕̥̩̲̩͚̤͌͋̈́̓̑̅̏͑̓͝ ̵͔̒̎ p̶̹͍̜̞̫̬̻͎͒͆̂́͗̅̊̈́͂͌̋̿͗̇͌̍̋̚̕͜l̴̨̧͖͎̭͚̼͇̆̾̇̇̊̌̏͘̕ȃ̸̡̛̳̰̻̮̲̙̙̫̹̠̩̻͎͚͓̽̅̀͒̚̕ͅy̷͓̤̮̰͕̞̠͔̤̹̓͌̿̉̉̇̇͜ ̴̢̛̲͎͉̹̞̼̳̜͌͐̈́̉̍̈͂̓̓͘͜͝͠m̷̘͖͇̰̗͉̦͗͌̀̂͐̈́͋͌̚͜ͅ-̵̡̛̥̯͔̮̫̹̞̬̳̞̜̺͔͚͇̏̐̈̒̎̿ͅ ̸̱̈͂͆̂͒̏ͅm̶̨͍̯͇̖̄́͌̏̔̑̔̀̓̐͋͂͘y̴̧̭̙̮̳͔̬̳̭̜̭͎̪̖͈̹̣̰͗̅̎͋̍̆̀̔̈͂̒̊͐̀̈́̎͘͘ ̴̢̧͉̣͕̺͎͈͖̦̩͉̘̒̽͂͑̈́̈͑̎̒̇̃̈́͐͐̈́̚͘g̸̛͎̓̽̇͝a̷̢͉̪̙͈̬̣͈̦͓̍̔̌̓́̽̕͜m̵̫͉͍̿̇̌͐̈̍̀̅̕͝e̸̡̨̡̛̻̣̲͔̗̙̠͓̞͖̭̥͚̟̠͌́͑͐̈́̃͐̚͜ş̸̛͙̗͓͈̙̱̬̗̞̼̩͂̐̀̑̆͋̂̌͋̍̀̄̽̓͂͒ ̸̡̬͓̩̦̙́̆̈͛̋́̿͌̏͑̋ḅ̷̧̢͔̭̲̥͍̟͔͇͖̗͊͌̌̍̓͜͜͝ͅe̵̢̼̬͓̠̜̯̱̠̣̯͉͚͋̀͊̀͜ͅf̶̛͕̞̱̈́͛ͅǫ̸̹͇̠̙̺̝̼͋̽̐̀̃̈́̆͂̃̋̏̇ͅŕ̴̫̳̲̐e ̵̢̦̰̯͑́̓̽͆͌͂̀̅̃͆̏̋̔̂̅̽͘ ̷̡̢͍̳̮͇͇̩̹̩̩̖̫͙̱̜̄̔͌̽̽̓̇̓̉̉̊͌̏̕͜͜͝ͅr̴̨͙̹̦͙̝̻͇͇̣͇̹͑̊̅͊̎̽̓̃̓̉͛̄i̶̧̝̲̪̺̫͕͖͍͖̩̺̔̈ͅg̵͔͙̮̽̽͌̓̓͋̑̉̌̒̓͊̚͠h̵̖̠̥͚̘̹͉̞̼́̑͜t̷͕́̈͌́̀̋ͅ!?̵͎̖̾͊̈́͂̏̑̈́͛̋̒̎̌̋͑͛̓̑̅̕ ̶̬̗̋̾̒̑̆̓̿͐̍͂̂̇̌́́Ś̵̕̚â̴͈̝̤̩̭̫̞̺͉̻͙̱͍͖̖̹̆̄̂̊̆̎̕ͅn̸̹͇̩̽͛̿̽͗ḑ̵̯̯͈͙̬̜̮͔͙͈̩̞̺̉͌̀͌̓̃̊̃́͑̋̈͑̌̿͜͝y̵̛͙̹͗̓͗͊͝ ̸̨̞͇͚͎͚̥̞̮̺̹̥͇̫̇͆̈̈́͆̋͌̿́̀̐͘̚͜͜͠L̶̪̳͈̯͙͖̬̯̠̺͎͍̟̃̎̇͑̉̃̇̓̅̈́͌̌̕͜a̵̛͎̠͛̏̌̏̈́͑̔̕̚n̴̡̩̺̯͔̘͈͍͇͍͙͕͙͌̊̓̂̏̑͂̐͌̋͗̕d̶̨̧̡̢̜̱̱̪̮̄̾̎̋̅̄͘͜͜͝,̵̢̝̠̖̜̩̞̬̩̦͈̱̖̬̤͎̑̿͋͛͒̈́̑̀̄͊͘͘͜͝͝ ̸̧̛͎̤̻̱̬̮̔C̷̡̢̢̨̣̲̘̜̮͇̼͈͍͎͕̞̭̈́̽ͅͅh̵̗̥͕̹̠͙̳̩͓̲͇̩̲͈̉̀̈́̏̿͊̈̿̂é̶̛̪͖̬̖͓̥̙̻̦͚̖̔̍͌̑̀͋͂͆͋̊̎̒̈́̚͠s̸̘̻̞̲͚͍̖̗̤̥̗̜͈͉̭̲̓̾͗̽̔́̽̊̄̚͜ŝ̸͙̹̼͕̤̫̫̟̈͋̌͆͋̀̕͝͝͝,̵͎̟̞̬̃̿͐͑̌̔̈́̒͆̓̇͂́̽͜͝ ̴̢̧̠͓̰̘̖̺̻̤̠̲̼͇̗̈̀̑̕͝͠ͅC̴͋̓͗̒͂̋̐͗̽̇͛͆̓̂̇͜ṟ̶̼̜̹̉͗̉̚e̸̢̢̫̼̫͖͎̲͍̭̞̳̳͎̫͈̽͗̈́̅͐͒̏̉͒a̴͉̩̤͆͒̓̾͋͂̑͊͛̏̆͘̚͝m̸̧̡̧̥̻̬̲̼̖̲̖̪̼̭̺̾͆͂̇͌͆͝͝ͅ ̷̧̜̥͉̭͍͎͚͎̭̞̽̎̆̐̀̅͛̈C̸͔̩̦̺͖͂̊͗̓a̴̪̘̹̺͈̠̭͎̣̣͉̣̤̪̼̳̘͒̿̈͜p̴̛̛̳͎͇͔̫̞̺̫̽́̅̊̀͊͘̕͝ỉ̴̦̮͍̅̀ͅţ̴̢̧̢̡͍͎̘͎̹̻̱̣̯͖͉̓̔͌͜ã̷̛̱̘͖̿̂͐̑̌̋̔̈́͗̇̾͝͝l̷̡̨̠̖͉̹̺͈̲̮̰̋̊̿̒͗̄̈́̾̈́͐̚i̶̢̪̹̭̺̜̱̬͚̅̇̿̾͋̆̃̍̍̅ś̶͖͇͚̮̭̖̝̰̙͙̟̙̘̓̓͜t̶̙̰̘̫͇́̔̾́̂͐̀̇̽̋͐͠!̴̨͙̪̺̙͙̰̬̯̥̜̺̲͙͙̥͉̓̈́͆̂́̈́͆̐̀̑͜͜ ̶̡̖̯̳̳̘͉̗̺̼̗̖̈́͑͠Ä̵́̎̉ḻ̶̦̪͙̹̟̝̀́̓̒̓̈̌̌̄̆̔̓̓̅ļ̶̡̗̦̥̤͔̻̲̝̣͍̗̞͖̳̆̎͐̉̒̌̿̅̎͛̇̌̂̋́̈́͘̚͝ͅ ̸̠̖̊͋͐̿́̄̈͌̑̀̾́̓̓̆̑̆̉͘ỏ̵̧̢̟͓̯̞̦̟̤̰̞͊͛̀̑̀͜f̵̡̤͙͙́̏͑̈̀ ̷̬̗̮̮͕̫̪̲̯̲̭͈͚̰͕͑̀͐͗̋̈̓̀͜ͅį̵̢̛̤̥̣͎̯̑̅́̾̓͌̍̏̀͋ṯ̶͉̺̝͓͓̥̣͍̰̣͍̮͍̣̲́̓͛͊̍!̵̺̿͆̇̐̿̑͊͘̚̚ Ỹ̴̞̮͎̓̀̔ö̵̟̜̫͔͔͎́͛̑͋̇u̷̳̲͙̦̹͓̹̽̌̀̌͘ ̸̝̝̯̱̫̮̪͙̑͂̍͒̎̕͝͠c̶͍̲̑́̀͝a̵͈͉̟̗̐̔̍̕͜ṅ̸̛̥̓̂̚ ̴̭̭̝̜̭̘̺͂͒͊͌̕c̶̠̖̟̫̎́̔̓͑͛̾̀ö̶͍̙͉͇͎͚͔́͆̒̂n̵̺͎͉̭̑̑̕͜f̸̛̯̙̻̱̯̐̔͋͂̾́͋į̴̩̟͉͙̻͗̈́ŗ̶͇͓̈́͂͑͘m̴͈̰͍̤̓͜͝ ̶̨̹͋͒͘h̵̛̰̘͖̻̹̬́̏͌̊̂̅̊o̸̱̘̝͊̾̄͋̆̌̽w̵̪̙̰̰͆ ̴̗̽͜c̴̞͇͕̻̿̂̇r̵̢͈̭̥̥͚͋͛͋̐̒̐á̶́̀̎̄z̸y̷̔͆̒̾̓ ̴̡̎̉̃̑͘h̵̛̟̯̩̺̹̙́̿̔ȩ̶̨̥̬͔͈̥̀̀͛̓͘͝ ̴̟̬̑͌̀s̴͍͒͌où̵͓̱̳̤͕̻̒̽̃n̵͉̬̒ds̷̹̪̮̱̣͕͐̄͜͝

( @showstopper-homeowner)

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Chess is real. Sandyland and Cream Capitalist... aren't.

Lee rubs the back of his neck, wincing as he rubs against a small circle scar on his neck.

But... That's neither here or now. I... I'm trying to, undo this. I'm no coder, but surely I can fix this... I have to. I hate seeing you guys like this.

[glitch-parker]

B̴̹̩̣̪̏̌̾͐̈͘̕̕͘-̶̛̭̲̦̦̿̏̀͋͐͆͘͠͝͠ ̸͙̼̦̗͋́̌̐͂͌̾b̸̥̲͕́͐̍̓̚͜u̶͇͔̭̣̖̿̈́̿̾̐͗̂̽̓͜t̷̙̾̍̓̈́̐̾̊͋̂͝͠ ̵̛̦̤͕̜͇̩͖̀̋̇̓͒̾͋ͅͅẃ̵̫͚̱̘̊ę̶̛͊̓̏̿̈́͂́ ̶̥͖͈̰̩̟́̀̎̓́̑͆̌͆̑͝p̵̖̩̻̤͇͎̪̗̀͑́̉͂̂́̕͝͝ĺ̴̨̧̳͉͔͇̞̖̘̥͛͋̈́͑̈́̔̚͜͠å̴̛̤̗̲̼̺͒́͆̽y̸̨͉̥͎͉̙̩͎̗̒̏̍̚̚̕͜ͅ ̸̧̘̠̫͇͐i̷̡͙͈͚͒̐͌̇̆̎̀ţ̸̢̧̪̥̰̦̱͕͉̟̟͐́̃̊͑̇͑͆͝͝͠ ̷̲͇͊̈̍̾͘t̶̢̩̼́̏̽͆̋̄́̑͘o̶̙͖͂̃ͅǧ̵̯͎̪̬̘̣̲̮͈͗̄̍͝ḛ̵̡̡̦͕̟͚͈̹̙̐̐̀̓̈́́͌̑t̴̛͙͙̫̙̀͛̀̏͂̒͊̚͝͠h̶̉͆er̸̳͖̩̠͔̆͒̽̄͂̈́͛͂͝!̸̨̨̀ ̶̪͉͉̬̤͕̘͛T̶̠̳̜̰͚̆͗̍̉͆͜h̵͎̏̐̓̅ǎ̶̛̞t̴͗̔̋̔̂̆̈́̆͝-̷̎͋̎ ̷̬̄̈́̈͂̅̆̿̚t̵̨̧̤̪͙͈̺̹̘̱͉̟̀̆͑̈́̓̅͊̾̚̕ḥ̷̝́̋̀̒̅̈́̕͜ͅa̷̰̻̩̗̹̹͉̥̝̟̋̐̔̌̌̀̈́͛̊͊͋͜͜t̴̯̱̾̑̾ ̵̨̖͇̥͇̖͕͓̫̗̝͓́́́͊͛̎̈́̔̿͘͝ḧ̵̢̧͖̻̲̘̥́̋͑̀̆̑̽̍͛̀͠ö̴̘̱́̿́̀̌̒̎͊̀͗̚ͅw̸͖̑̈́͐͜ ̸̨̨̞̗͙̀̔̉̀̈́w̵̢̜̬̦̄́͘͜e̵̘̣͕̟̙̩̤̅͜͝'̵̧̖̟̹̲̔͝v̶̩͍̈́́̄̐̌͘ę̸͇̲͓̝͍̬͍̠͗͆̏̉̈́̓͝ͅ ̸̨͍̜̮͖̝͔͈̪̘̰̖̇͊͌̒̇͂̃̅ḅ̵̈̒̔̀̅̋͗e̴̩͚̲̩̻̻̒̉̀͛͛̆̕͜͜c̸̛̼͈̖̱̞̗̱̻͐̽̋̑́͂̈́̏̓̐͝o̶̡̧̟̝̲̫̮̤̜̟͍̽̈́͗́̏͆̑͛̑ͅm̵̻̞̉͋͂͊́͒͌̚͝ė̴̦͍͕̳͎͔̩͑́͘̕͝͝ ̶̡̛̬͈̱͉̤͔̣̋͒̽̆͂̀͝b̷̩̭̺͖͆̽̈́ę̷̨͓̲̳̳͚̞̣̟͎͂̿̽̾̆̊̀̚͜s̵̨͂ţ̷̻̄̄́͗̄̿͛̆͐e̴̛̙̬̓̎͗͆̽̒ͅs̶ f̴̧̛̳͇̟͔̼͎̩̬̜̹̀̓͜ö̴̘̱́̿́̀̌̒̎͊̀͗̚ͅ ̴̧̞͉̦̘͚̦̹̠͊͆̾f̴̧̛̳͇̟͔̼͎̩̬̜̹̀̓͜r̸̨̛̖̪̳̪̠̱͖̘̬͊̿̄̅̀̐͑̒̿͘͜ͅi̶̦̗̣̘͙̅̌́̒̿ê̸͉̞̱̬̫̟̺̩͜͝ň̷d̵̰͉̩͐̉̃̏̒́̋̆̓̐̀s̸̰͌̑̄̾̈́̏̈̈͑̀̔͠!

̵̨͍̹̳̹͉͋͆̒́̍ͅW̷̧̠̜̱̲̣̘̼̣͊̕e̴͎͕͕͓̘̰̰̎́̓̒͒ͅ ̵̼̻̫̘̐̓͑͋͜ͅp̵̨̨͕͎̫͈̠̞͕̬̱̄̑ͅl̵̒̎́͒͊a̸̪̱͗̈́̍̓̑̌̉̄̑͑͘͝y ̴͖̟͚͉̩̰͓̮̀̈̉͜ẗ̴͙̘̻̝͕̹͓̞͇́͛̄͠͝ĥ̵̞͔̘̫̻̥̻̎͒͒̆̌̚o̶͖͎̙̺̲̺̻̠͈̝̰̔̀́̇̒̽̓̎̀͋̅s̶͍̣̐̈̃ę̶̜̹̣̫̭̜̬͓̿̄̇͘͠ ̵͚̀̒̉̑͑̚ͅt̵̡̨̞̒̇͂h̶͚͙̎͆̕̚͜r̸͇̖̜͈̚ee̵̛̺̘͉̳̣͖͕̮̥͌̂̋ ̶̞͇͆̋̚͝ͅg̶̨͍̘̫̩̝͉͔̥͚͍̿͆͛̎͂͐̕͝ą̵̤͙̪̪͎̼̟̮̼̮̓͊̋̓̔̈́͗̓̉̐̕͝m̷̼̻̥̮̬̦̾̔̃̅̓̃̄̿͊͋̓͌e̸̼͕͌̿̎̋̈s̵̛̖̻̀̌̂͜ ̵̦̤͎͇̳͚̙͚̠̹̻̈́̏͂ą̸͉̻͖̞̿ņ̴͉̰͛͑͂̉́͌̕̕ḋ̶̼̤̽̍̓̂̓̅̓ ̵̨̉͛͒̏̾̓́ŗ̸̜͔̗̩̈́̌̃̽̌̎̄̈́̑̈́͠͝ͅờ̴̬͎̤͖͔̝̼͉̃̍̈́̂͆̀͒̇̚͜ͅll̵̨̡͔̹̲̳͙̣̳̬̠̣̀̆̈̚ ̸̹̱̜̯̪̀͂̒́̀́̀ ṫ̶̟̼̬̬̜͉̯̀̎̆͊̍͝͝h̷̟̗̣͇̲̭̰̏ě̴̡̩̮͙̲̏̅͋̎̍̀́̇ ̴̛͔̯͕͙̹͗̅͊̈́̔͆͌̑͝ḏ̸̢̛̭͕̱̺̬͍͚̔ͅi̷̤̟̩̫̰̗̩̜͗̀̅̇͗͊ͅc̸̡͖̮̦̼̲̠̔̎̌ë̵̜͚͎̈!̸̤͓̝͖͈͚̭͔̀̎͛͛̄͋̾͘͠͠ ̴͔̠̥̘̼̘̈́͑̇̾̍̂̀́͝͠Ţ̴̝͖̼̼̂ͅh̶͉̬̓̉̊̈̈́̀͂̂̒̚ä̸̖͖̣́̔̌͝ţ̶͓̝̱̠̱̉͒̑ş̶̢̛̰̗̻̪̻̭͈̼̮̞̇̅̊̒͒̉́̆̉̇̑ ̶̧̡̰͕͍͈̰͑t̵͓̾̈́͆͊̂͋̐͐̚͝h̸̺̆̿̐͆̓̉͂͑͘e̷͍͂̃́̀̈́̂͌̾̚ ̴̩̦̰̘̥̲̙̺͓͓̄̔̃̎̎Ȓ̷̨̟̟̙̟̗̖͕̀̇̕͜Ứ̷̛̫͉̜͖̱͙͆̈̄̃̎̀͝͠͝L̴̼̘̞̞̬̯̠̦͎͇̙͙̒̓̑͐̏Ẹ̷̤͕̭͔̪͋̉͌͑͝S̷̢̠͓̱̊̔͂͗̉̀̓ͅ!̶̼̘̺̼̼͕̟̑̂̿̒͐̑͒͝ͅ ̴̣̮̹̽̇̇͆Ỉ̷̡̛͖̰͓̰͖̲̦͛̕f̵̞̙̳̬̟̟̩͍̼̙̱͈́̾̏̄̓̕̕ ̶̧̡̛͖̻̙̗̙̠̠̰̹͇̔̽̌͑̔̌́͘t̷̮̮͙̘̙̘̼̝̫̩̩̠̋̊̑͑͒h̴̤͍̥͔̹̭̼̥́͜ḛ̸̞͚͙̮̗̬͈̫̗̮̈́̄̔̒̓͆̈́̐͒͑̕͝ý̸̜͖͍̹͔̞̺̜̦̬̓̀̃͜ ̷͍͍͉̈́̋̆͐́̕͝d̷̢̢̛̟̝͈͔͚͙̾̇̄̿͆̔̍̊͆͒͜i̸̦͗͛͊̈́̀̒͠ḑ̸̛̤̣̣̮̍́̚n̶͎̠̼̉͒̓̕'̶̧̧̗̌̎̀̓̇́̆͝t̷̛̫̭͂͛̓͆ ̵̲̓͜͝ę̸̧̖̠͕͇́̆̐̓͐͑̈́̈́͜x̸̩̭̳̪̱̖͓͎̠̲̫͐̌̅͂̃̔̐̚͘͝͠ī̶͚̝͍̖͕̤͕̳̯̦̙̥s̴͔̘̝̱͍̑̿̈́̔̎̓̓̃̀́͘͝t̸̯͙̫͎͈͕̯͉͙̗͙͂̀̆͝ ̷̡̈̐̉t̸͕̳͎̩̟͙̱̜̼̠̒̈̓̿̒̔̓̈́͐̕h̷͕̰̪͖͉̩̻̭͛̋͊͒̏̐̋̔͌̈́̕͠ȅ̷̟͋͆̉̈́̍ỳ̵̱̟͓́́́͛́̽́̕͝͝ ̴̡̙̰̤̖̥̼̝͙̒̆̃͌̄͛̈́͛̑̆̾͜͝ẅ̵̨͖̘́͠ȏ̸͓͉̱͓͍̟͆̎̀u̴̘͎͚̻͑̀̾͂́͌͐͛̒l̶̛̩͍̗̖̬͈̥̗͔̻͔̹̿̀͑͛̅̽̂̊̅ḑ̵͚̪̲̄̒͋̀͂̏͊̓̀̉͜ ̶̭͉̖͚̆͛͂͌̐̃́͆͑͘̕͠b̷̼̼̤̫̤̄͗͒̍̑ę̶̻̲̭̰̗͍͍̱̻͖̹̾͆̓̇͝ ̵̦̗̞̀̿̿̈́̂͒̆̄̄̈͝n̵̛̦̬͓̙͚̲̟̣̟̞̣̉͆͋̇̃͘̚͝͝͝o̶̡̡̡̙̖̰̭̔͗-̷̧̯͇̩̹͍̱̜̜͐̅̒̏̆̿̋̆̍̑̕

̴̨̢̥̲͎̮̗͉͖̻̬͍͐̓̎̈́͊͒̆͒͌͋̈́N̶̘̳͖̮͛̆́̊̂̈̓͑͊o̵̧͖̪̪̍̄̂̄͆̈̈́͜͝ ̴̖̖͕͍͔̥̯̊͋́ͅŗ̷̖͓̙͇̠͍̓͆́̒̒͂̿́͒͘͝͠ủ̶̧̧͚̱̼͇̹͇̫̳͉l̷͍͑̋̀̔̽̓͠e̵̛̫̬̻̼̹̣͚͔̘̾̓͑̓́̈̆͋͋́s̷̢̧̯̜̺̼͊̏̋̽̀̐͜͝!̸̙͍̺̠̰̮̿̔͗̽͠͠͝͝..

[deactivated-blog]

I... Made choices. Pressed buttons.

// i pressed the buttons

Shut up.

// damn okay

[glitch-parker]

Ţ̴̳̩̫̝̝͕̒̀̐͆̎͌̆͂̒͝ḧ̶͖̔͋͛̋ę̵̪̲͎͚͙̜̼̩̦̊.̷̡̧̖̠̬̙͕̟̰̈̈́̆͒͊.̴̻͋́͛͒͆̎̓̃̚.̶̪̯̞͕͈̼͍͖̝̺͐͆gã̸̧̧̺̱m̶̢̩̘̤͙͙̮̹̾ͅe̷̥͇͒̽̈̽̈́̽̅̓͘s̴̢͓̥̥̼̼̿̄͒̈́ ̷̞͚̪̲̙̙͕̐̃̈́̋̀̚d̸̡̛̖̹̼̖͕̉̀̓̃̋̌͐͘̚į̶̣̙͎͙̻̇̅̅̎́̒̍͐d̴̥͊̀̀n̴͚̬͓͕̞̭̘̻̤̓̿̃̽̋̑̕'̷̗̫͙͛t̴̞̙͇͕̫̯̯́̈́̈͜ ̸̞̭͎͕̱̲̻͕̝̊͛͒̈́͛̍͘̕̕͠h̷̡͙̱͎͙́̆̋͝a̸̧͐̋̈́̈́̌͋́̚v̶͔̬͇͑̇͋̉͂ḛ̵̬͚̜͂́͒͛̆ͅ ̵̞̅̔̉̀͂̾b̴̗͛̍̈́ȕ̴͓͙̜͖̋̕ẗ̸̢̮͖̭̲̽͐͊͘ẗ̸̯́̀̔͆̒̑ó̴̡̖̬̠̝̲̝̘̓̆̕ň̷̡̜̼͔̯͔̻̈́̒s̶̱̣̘̑.̷̰̾̈́..̷̰̾̈́

[deactivated-blog]

Yeah, but the game I'm playing,

Lee gestures around the house.

Does have games.

[glitch-parker]

.̶̨̟͑̽̽͋͆̿͆ͅͅ.̵̇̌̈́́. ̶̫͉͓͎͍̳̰͔͛̂̈́͆̎̓͌̅̂͒̚W̵̢̧̼̰̫̜̟̘̟̭͖̝͕͍̫͌̓̒̉̍ḩ̸̛̳͚̳͙̥͔̫̳̈́̒̾́̌͗̽ą̵̻̲̺͈͍̗̥͉̮̹̓͒̏́ͅt̴̺͈̝̮͈͉̗̦͚̝̻͊̋͋̀͛̾̀̐̑̊?̴̛̦̦̝͇̩̯̣̞͇̑̎̚

*He quickly looks around*

[deactivated-blog]

// DAWG throw me we said games instead of buttons

Motherfu- Buttons. Sorry. Misspoke. But, uh... You can't see them from your end.

[glitch-parker]

...̵̜̩̇̌̈́́̌͊̿̇́̚͠͝

W̵̢̧̼̰̫̜̟̘̟̭͖̝͕͍̫͌̓̒̉̍ḩ̸̛̳͚̳͙̥͔̫̳̈́̒̾́̌͗̽ą̵̻̲̺͈͍̗̥͉̮̹̓͒̏́ͅt̴̺͈̝̮͈͉̗̦͚̝̻͊̋͋̀͛̾̀̐̑̊?̴̛̦̦̝͇̩̯̣̞͇̑̎̚

*It didn't help his confusion*

[glitch-parker]

(( @showstopper-homeowner hello?))

[deactivated-blog]

// ack! so sorry, we've been so busy >.<

...I, uhm. Don't know how else to describe it...

[glitch-parker]

*He's not satisfied with that answer. He tries to think of something to say, but he can't he curls back against the wall again holding his head. he was muttering something but the glitching made it too hard to tell*

[deactivated-blog]

Parker...?

Lee crouches down to Parker's level, concern all across his face.

I-I know it's a lot to process...

[glitch-parker]

*He seem to keep muttering until Lee said the last part where he stopped. He looked up feeling betrayed processing it was all true. All of it. His glitching got worse obscuring him completely. He presses himself closest to the wall he could his voice was loud, yelling, but impossible of what. Despite Lee only being at his level and not touching Lee's body started to glitch. It was mild not painful but not pleasant*

[deactivated-blog]

Lee pulls himself away from Parker, panic visible in his eyes.

Parker!

He searches around for his phone, trying to access the settings. If he could use that to bypass into the code, surely he can-

A glitch wracks up Lee's own arm as he tries to press the settings button on his phone.

Ow...

Lee shakes off the glitch, glaring at his phone. His computer might have better luck, then...

I-I'm gonna fix this, Parker. I'm going to take care of the glitches. I promise.

He dashes out of the attic and downstairs towards the attic. He has so much to fix and so little time to fix it. Lee doesn't know how much worse the glitching could get, but it could get real bad real quick.

[glitch-parker]

*the glitching on Lee's body stops when he gets away from Parker. Parker only hear the hurry steps leave the attic. His vision blurred from the glitching mess. Everything hurts that it started to numb. He quietly said something but not moving much.*

// Should... Should I do something?... Lee just bailed on us....

( @nat-20-on-perception yes we're back and still doing this)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance hums, responding to you.]

Lee isn’t bailing, they’re… trying to help. They have a method that… that me and Holly are against. Maybe… you can give Parker something to comfort him a bit? All of the mods seem to be able to do that, so… maybe you can try? I’ll do what I can too, since all of that glitching has to be painful…

[Chance looks at Parker, his voice soft as he reaches out, putting a hand where he could only assume was Parker’s shoulder.]

Parker? Can you hear me?

[glitch-parker]

*Parker heard everything. Even before Chance started to talk to him. He didn't want to question what or who he was talking to. Probably a voice, a voice that wants to comfort him at least perhaps if he wasn't feeling so bad he would be grateful. He doesn't do anything for a moment before looking up. It was impossible to tell from all the glitching which was spreading to chance a bit from being in proximity. The glitches just kind of move to giving the vague idea that he was looking at Chance along with some glitchy words as some sort of reply.*

//I don't exactly know what to do tho or how to comfort him. The most I know how to do is mess with his code I doubt pausing him for another month would help any))

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance just smiles. Even if he can’t hear Parker’s reply, it was a good sign that he was trying]

I need you to breathe, okay? Try to calm yourself, and… I’ll be right here with you. I’m sure Lee will come back up here eventually with something that can help in some way, even if it’s just temporary. Once you’re calm, you… can ask me any question you have. Even if I don’t have an answer, I’m sure those little voice friends of ours will have something they can tell me that will help me answer you.

[glitch-parker]

*He hugs his knees closer curly more into himself. He says something*

//sorry to disappoint but I'm not too sure what I can do... Cupid! It's been a while since you were in the conversation do you have ideas?))

(*She has absolutely no shame putting them on blast even almost seeming like they're expecting an answer return despite this being rude*)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance laughs a bit, before sitting closer to Parker.]

I’m right here, okay? Just breathe.

//Oh! What about uhhh-

[After a moment, there’s some flowers in the room, mostly near Parker.]

//Boom! A bunch of bright flowers to try and make him happy!

[Chances voice is a whisper as he looks over to where he can see the two eyes representing the mods.]

Will that even work-?

//Of course it will! And if I find he has a favorite, I’ll find a way to put more of those!

okay-

[Chance clears his throat, looking at Parker to see if it helped.]

[glitch-parker]

*Parker doesn't seem to notice the flower at all but the flower definitely reacts to Parker as the flower glitchs very heavily. Parker says something to Chance still unaware he's not being heard*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance sighs softly]

Parker, I… can’t hear you. That’s why I’m trying to help you calm down, so that I can hear what you’re telling me.

[Chance picks up one of the flowers instead, showing it to Parker.]

These are- these are from one of the voices, the one I call Cupid. Apparently the really like flowers-

[glitch-parker]

*The glitching on the flower now starting to spread to Chance even getting closer to Parker seems to make it worse for both of them as well but it doesn't seem to spread more than where it is. He seems to see the object but he didn't react. His blurry vision made it hard to see, and when he try to focus it hurt his head. He started to put his head back down. Parker tries to say something at a higher volume.*

//at least you tried. More than I can say I can do right now...)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance winces at the glitching, but he doesn’t let himself react too much. Instead, he reaches to try and hug Parker.]

It’ll be okay, okay? Try to breathe with me, I’m with you, I’ll help.”

//Yeahh- maybe it’ll help more once he’s less glitchy-

[glitch-parker]

*He shuts up when he feels the embrace. The glitching was all over Chance now almost as bad as Parker's but less obscuring yet he seems to cling to Chance. Hugging back tightly*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance winces again, but he doesn’t let go. Not when he can tell it’s helping. He doesn’t make an attempt to talk, knowing words couldn’t do much when you couldn’t understand the person you were helping. So he just holds onto Parker.]

[glitch-parker]

*After a moment he can hear his rugged glitching breathing. After a few deep breaths his glitching seems to lessen intern also doing the same for Chance still hurting but a little less now.*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance offers a little smile, talking quietly. His voice glitches a bit, but it’s understandable at least.]

S̴͉̀e̸̊ͅè̶̹?̵̟̇ ̴̢͝Y̶̩̆o̶̺̔ȗ̵͜’̵̧͒ṟ̵̊e̶̡̒ ̸̝͝o̷̳̿k̴͉͒ặ̴y̶̛̱.̴̼̽ ̵̩͒I̵̱͗’̸̼̇m̴̰̓ ̶̳͐h̵̠͗é̶͍r̵̢͂e̷͉̓ ̷̱͐w̶͖͝i̷̯̊t̴͉̑ẖ̶͝ ̸̻̇ỳ̴̘o̶͍̒u̴̝͆.̴̖̅

//This is actually pretty sweet.

[glitch-parker]

*He doesn't say anything back still hugging. Since he was more visible now Chance could see Parker look at him with glitchy eyes then going back to burying his head into his shoulder. After a sec Chance felt something else not the glitching, not his face, but something wet, tears. A lot of them. It almost seemed like he was crying before, but you couldn't tell because of the glitching*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance juries softly and holds Parker tighter, hugging him close and whispering quietly. His voice seemed to come out clearer when he spoke quieter.]

it’s okay, you can cry. I’m right here.

[glitch-parker]

*He sniffles a little but doesn't seem to cry more quickly wiping it on his shoulder before he giving a heavy sigh. Breathing deeply.*

Ṃ̸̢̢̻͙̗̠͚͒͛͂̐͑̏̒̋͆͐͊̃́͌́̿̋̋͑͝ẏ̵̢̛̪̰̭͍̜̪̙̞͙̱̓̐́͆̏̕͘͜ ̶̢̡̣̬̙̺̪͓̙̣̻͇̊͗͊̈́̾̄̒͐̕͜͠ͅh̵̨̧̛̦̲̲͍̜̺͙̝̱̫̬̺̐͗͒͑̓͗͒̾̈́̊̑͑̈́̚̚͝ͅe̶̻̙̩͈̺͊͗͂͗̅̌́̄ą̷̹̭̫͉̼̥̪͇͖͙͍̓̑̑̑͐̑̔̈́́̾̑̎̈́͝ͅḍ̵̛̛̛̖͙̺̙̟̜͕̝̻͍̹̪̻̈̆̐̋̇̆̄̀̃͝ ̵̢̝͎̰̙͎̩̱̙̫̝̫͇̪̣͎̲̻͔̦͕̒͋͗͒̇̈̆̅̃̋̅̂́̀̔̎͂̏̈́͌͘͜͠ḩ̶̡̢̛͖̰͎̜͈͎̦̣̦̰͍̘̦͉͉͔͇̬̿̽̌̀̂̐͑̄̈́́̔̑͑̓̉́͗̔̀̚͠ͅu̷̩̭̫͖̱͇̘̇̀̎͗̈̌͛r̵̢̡̠̲̦͙͕͍̬̩͚̍̾͗͆̅̊̎̽̄͆́͒̎̑͌̽̚͜͜t̶̘̖̥̙͚̺̮̞̯̼̮͖̫̤̜͒͂̒ş̴̛͉̤͚̬͈̦́̒̓̏͋̔̆̎̏͆͘̚͝͝.̴̩̮̓͛͋̍̇̅̊̐͊̀̊̈̽̎̚͝.̷̧̧̬̒̀̏̀̚.̸̧̖̜̥̗̝̖͔̳̫̝̂̾͆̅͑̔̑͂

*He lets out a groans*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance nods.]

I̵̖̕ṯ̸͊’̷̦̉s̴̤̑ ̸̪̑ḡ̸̮ó̴͍i̷̠̊ṅ̷̺g̷͙͠ ̸̛ͅt̸̨̂ó̸ͅ.̴͑ͅ ̵͚͘W̷͔͑ỉ̴̬t̷̳͛h̴̛̜ ̷̱͗w̴͙͌h̸̢͌a̷̻͛ṭ̶͗ ̷̪͋m̶̪͠ę̶̇ ̸̝̇a̵̦͝n̴̥̓ḋ̴̙ ̶͖̅L̷̮͝e̴̤̒e̷͎͑ ̸̨͋ẗ̷̜́o̵̞͂l̵̀͜d̴̪͊ ̵̬͌ẙ̶̜ó̵͜u̷̡͠,̴̟͋ ̷̙̔a̴̻͊n̵͖̊y̵̰̾ ̴͇́m̵͝ͅe̷̋͜n̸͎̄ṱ̶̊i̶̗͋ò̶͉n̴̲͛ ̴̨̆ȯ̴̲f̴̱́ ̸͇͋i̷͇͆ẗ̴̲́ ̴͎̾c̶̖̑à̸̹u̶͠ͅs̴͓̈́e̷̙͒s̴̺̑ ̴̠͝h̸͉̓e̵̢̋a̴̞͠d̴̗̍ä̶̝́c̸̢̄h̴̛̳ë̸͉́s̴̡̉.̷̠̀ ̶̤̇I̸͇͠…̴̩̃ ̶͙͝f̷͚̿ỏ̸̼ŕ̵͈g̸̦̾o̸̱͝t̶̜̓ ̸̛͕a̸̝̚b̶͍̎ȯ̴̢ṷ̷͊t̶̰͑ ̷̜̈t̷̨͐h̵̢̀ȁ̶͇t̷̙̓ ̴̧̔w̶̤̉h̷̖͗ë̸̡n̵̥̐ ̸̳́I̶̩͊ ̷̱̕w̵͇̒a̷͖̒ṣ̵̛ ̸̟̔t̶̙̐ě̴̱l̸̜̈ḷ̶̇i̶͓͌n̷͑͜g̴͕̑ ̷̏ͅy̵̝̒ó̷̝u̸͎͘.̴̲͐ ̴̤̒T̵̳̊h̵̲̓e̵͇̔y̶̖͂’̷̜̓l̴̪̉l̵̮̈ ̵̞̎g̶̦͒o̴̞͆ ̷͓́a̴̤͝w̸̩̌à̸̱y̸̘̔ ̸̝̓š̶ͅo̵̜̾ǒ̵̝ǹ̶͇,̸̠͗ ̵͖͐Í̸̠ ̴̗͆ṗ̷̜r̸̺͌o̶͈̚m̴̳͒i̶͈̕s̴̪̚ę̶̆.̶̬̈́ ̶̳͝T̸̢̃h̷͎̃e̴̛̜ỳ̷̳ ̸̪̌n̵͔̂e̶̼͊v̴̞͗ę̶̃r̴̩̐ ̶͖͠s̴̝͘t̶̼̿a̷͓̿y̴̜̅ ̸̜͠f̵̹̈́o̶̢̔r̶̹̽ ̴͈̌l̸̞̉ô̷̺ń̴̞ġ̸̳

[He offers a comforting, almost sheepish smile.]

[glitch-parker]

*He doesn't say anything for a moment*

Ỷ̴̡̢̙̬̲͇̯̝͍̹̞͎̜͕̤͉̗̈́́̎̽͜o̴̧̨̰̮͙̮̦͚̬͖̱͐͜ͅù̶͙̼̙̆̈́̄̅̅̉̂͋͐̈̈́̈́́̑̕͘͝ ̵̲̦̟͎͙̫͕̗̻̖̻͖̥̞̔̿͑̈́́̈́̈́̄͒͋̕̚̕̚͝͝ͅş̵̢̰̲͖̬̙̞̮̭̝̣̗͈͛o̷̡̧̭͉̠͍̳̮̦͉̞̞͖̻̘̣̙̖͌͋͂͗̔̌̓̓̏̋͛́́͛̏̐͘̚͠͝͠ū̴̡̞͙͙̗̬̐̆͊̽̀́͌̕̕̚n̵̨̨̡͈̟͈͖͈̥͖͙̮̱̗̞̙̭̞͑͛̊̈́̑̍͜ͅͅḑ̸̧͖͉̜̱̼̬̭̫̪̖̾̃̈́̍́̅̾̅̇̎̕͝͠ͅ ̶̘̫̻̣͇̈̽̓͊̈͘̚w̶̛͍͈̯͋̋̇̈́̆̏͛̕͘ē̴̫̱̥̯̫̮̩͖̻͔̥͈̞̓̆͂̐̑̋̉͂̐͋̈̄͂̚̚̚͠ͅi̸̲̪̯͎̭̣̬̲̦̫̼̎̉̏͐̈́̓͋̀̊̓͘͝͝͝͠r̶̖̻̥̀̄͌̾̃́̆̽͋͐͒̈́̈͛͜d̸̛̛̪͇̾͛͂̊̈́̔̈́͂̐̈̒̆̊͛̿.̸̢̛͎͙͎̭̘̙̟͖̘̐̈́̔̈́̓̀̽͂́͝

*The reply was so blunt it almost seemed comical*

//kill this man. I swear to god.))

(*the voice was quiet but not because they were whispering it sounded more like they were far away*)

*Another pause before he said something else*

.̴̧̨̧̯͎̟͙̣̜̰̳͔̲̞͍͇͍̺̎̈́̋.̵̧̛̫̘͇̱̠̦̼͕̩̯̘̺̥͍̘̳̝̳̞̟̳̝̮̾̃̂̏̐̒͂̔́̈́̅̿͠.̸͔͙̰̙͕͚̤̳̰͈̺͕̣̣̏͊͗̌͛̍́̇̑̌̔̃̍̓̀̈́̾̇̍͌̿̅͜͠ ̶̡̧̲̱͚̪͉̻͎͖͎̹̪̣͋͒̂́̏̈́͗̈͊̾̈́̎̇́̇͠ I̴̡̨̦̙̥͈̪̮͍͉͍͕̓̊̾̚s̴̢̡̡̡̼̳̘͍̥̰̮̞̝̙̞̯̦̮̬͓̀͑́̔̓̏̉͂̎͑̀́̊̿͝ͅ ̷̧̩͚̝̟̲̻̟̗̤̬̺͒̃͊͋́̎̐̈̽͝͝͠͝͝i̴̲̗̪̞̩͔̟̞̲̪͖̦̓́̀͆̇̑͌̈́̊͆̓̉̉͌͂͝͠͝͠ͅͅt̶̹̞̤̘̅͗̿ͅ ̷͚͔͉̞̦͚̘͇̙̺̳̻͂̈̕͜ͅä̴̧͕͔̩̰̱͎͍̭̝̦̗̞͕̰͔̰̘̰́̈́͐̑̈́̿́͑̂́̀̌̑̆͌̃͂̾̏̈̄͘̚͝l̸̨̼̘̯̟͖̙̮̠̪̙͈̥̓̎̎̀̔ l̵̪̬̻̰̯̗̻̳̜͓͕̤̰̰̭̐͋̈́̅̅̎͊͛̐ͅ ̶̗͓̪͔̣̞̙͙̄̑͛́̄̾͑̉̈́͝t̵̹̪͓̲̺̀̈́̒̿̾͆͒͊͌̾r̵̛̤̤̦̽̒́̅͑̈́͛̃́́͛̋́̃͒͘̚u̴͔̰̓̒̿̅̿̈̉̈́e̶̙̅̄̉̄?̵̙̘͉̼̜̓̀̃͑͑͑̄̈̾̏̒̋̓̈̒̑̔͠

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance nods.]

Ÿ̷̠́ȇ̸̡a̸̧̿h̵͓̚.̵̺̍ ̸̱̈́Ī̷̹…̸̞͗ ̷̭͆w̴̨̔a̴̬̕s̴̰̕ ̶͚͂r̵̼̓e̵͉̿l̴̏͜ų̵͑c̴̤̎t̸̞́a̶̪͌n̴̑ͅṭ̶͋ ̵̢̚t̴͓́ǒ̷ͅ ̵̎ͅt̴̥̎ė̶͈ḷ̷͛l̸͔͗ ̵̞͌y̵̬̿o̵͕͝ů̷̧,̶̺̎ ̶̖̈́b̴̧̽ẹ̷̓c̸̮͗a̶͛ͅu̷̻͒s̸̱̀ë̸͖́ ̷̛͈Ḯ̶̠ ̷̪͑w̴̺͛à̷̼ș̶̐ ̴̣̔w̸̛͕o̸̝͊r̵̤̽r̵̈́͜ǐ̶̻ȇ̵̘ḍ̸́ ̶̲͠ỹ̷͕o̵̢̐u̸̅͜’̷̲̅d̷̘́ ̶̛̝b̶͉̓ė̷͍ ̷͓͌á̴̧n̴̟͊ĝ̷ͅr̸̙̂y̷̦̍ ̴͔͆ỏ̸̜r̶͉̽ ̵̪͛s̸͎̊o̸͖͌m̴̪̈́e̴̦̓t̶̓ͅh̵͙̉į̵̐ń̸͕ǧ̶̤.̸̠̃ ̸͖̈́B̴̮͌ų̷̌ț̵̚ ̶̝̇y̷̼͊e̷̦̽á̸͓h̴̢̊,̴̣͂ ̸͇̈í̵ͅt̴͕̃’̶̝͆s̸̢̔…̶̺̓ ̵͓͌ȉ̷̱ţ̸̎’̶̭̇s̷̺̀ ̶̪͋t̵͖̀r̵͕̾u̷͙̅e̴̠͘.̵̯̓ ̵̹͋I̴̥̒-̸͍̇ ̸͇́Ȉ̶͎ ̴͋͜k̵̩̓n̷̦̋ȯ̸ͅẅ̸͕́ ̴̙̒ḭ̴͛t̶̤̑ ̵̳̔s̴̯̓ǒ̴̞u̶̺͑n̵̰͠d̴̡̒s̴̖͋ ̴̢͂č̷͙ŗ̴͂ā̶͎z̸͔̉ÿ̸͇́,̴̟̊ ̴͍̔i̵̮̾t̷̫̿’̵̧̓s̷̞̽ ̴̪͊g̵̨͆ō̵̢ḯ̵͈n̴͉̈g̷̪͂ ̸̠̈́t̴͔̂o̷̥̎ ̶̜͋s̵̘̀ȯ̴̥ǔ̸̩n̶͙̕d̵͓̋ ̷͓̒c̷͔̓r̴͔̄a̶̻͝z̷̟͗ŷ̶̢,̵͙͝ ̶̳̒b̵͌͜u̷̠̅t̴̗͝ ̸̮̆h̸̭̕ō̸̺w̷̜͠ ̷͈̂d̷̡̆o̶͓͑ ̵͚̒ÿ̶̱́o̴̦͝ű̷͈ ̴̝̏t̶̺̒h̶̝͐i̸̖͌n̵̖͂k̵̲̔ ̴̫̈́Ĩ̸͙’̴̬͑m̸̯̐ ̷͔̈ă̴̼b̷̠̾l̷̇͜e̶̩̍ ̷͎́t̵̩̉o̵̪͘ ̵̝͆d̸̝͝i̶̞̾r̷͇͆e̶̤͌c̷̘̈́ţ̷͠l̴̫̍y̵͉͛ ̵̝̇t̷͖̍ã̴̝l̶̯̿k̸̯̏ ̴̨̐t̷̢̅ô̸̢ ̷̦̿s̷̢͐o̶̩̐m̴̘̆e̴̺͝ ̴̦̎p̷̜̆e̶̮̒o̷͚͒p̷͈͋l̵̯͂e̵̝͆ ̶͉̀y̴̘̾ó̵̧û̵̟ ̸̙̽c̷̕ͅȃ̵̦n̴͕̊’̴̟͒t̵͉͐ ̴̢̒e̷̝͊v̶̬̿e̶͎͆n̸͚̄ ̶̬͗h̶̨͒e̷̢̎a̸̰͝r̴̳͛?̷̟̊

[He laughs softly, but it’s mostly to try and lighten the mood.]

[glitch-parker]

S̴̑̉̽̈̌͒͝ø

*His glitch spiked as he hesitated*

A̴̧̡̛̻̼̤̭̹͇̙͎̮͛̈̏̈͋̀̾͋͌͌̓̓̓̓̈́̆̾̑̐͌̿̆͘̚͠͝ͅͅl̵̰̦̯͙̬̰͊̔̂̄̿̈́̉̈́́͒͑̒̾͂̅̿̂͝͝l̷̢̢̧̛̰̠̦̺̯̫͔̯̪̳̫̱̣̺̜̯̈́̃̍̐͌̈́́́̌͌̾̑͝͝͝ ̵̝͕̂̿͌̈́̑͒̆̐͌́̾̓́̋̾̇͌̂̃̕ͅo̴̧̡̧͕̘̙̰̟̻̘̪̘̟̻͂̉̓̍͗͐̍̃͗̃̈́̑́͘̚ͅf̶̢̛̮̰͚͔̹̞̯̻̠͈̘͈̰͓͈̤̖̠̝̝͇̤̳̤̑̇̌̓̔́͛̒̏̃͋͌͆͛̾͂̓͊̕͝͝ͅ ̶̡̢̧̢͔̳̜̝͈̦̱̗̞̖̟̤̗̣͉̩̪̫̪͔͓͙͖̹̲̐̽̒̂̊̀͊̂͊̉̾͌́̽̊̌̊̍̑͑͒͌̆͋̏͛͜͜͝m̵̰̼̝̹͍͚̯̼̱̲̖͔̈́͗̐̏̌͛̈́̔̈́͋̀̐͘̚͝͝͠ý̴̡̡̧̱̹̣͍͉̟͎̣͚̬̦̩͈̠̹͉̱͈͈̱͓̼̦̪͒͛̌͊̅̅̓̍̐͆͑̐̈́̕͜͠͝ͅͅ ̷̹͇͔̗͕̫͓̪̼̉̏̅́͠b̶͚͕̻̮̥̞̪̯͚̘͈͚̼̺̰̪̹̩̳͍̍̓̐͑̽̅̍͊̅̄̇̒̈̓͆̿̓͜͝͝͝ǫ̷̛͆̾̑̊̊̉͛͐͛̔̇̔́̈̂͛̐̏̽͗̒̀̓̈́͂̏͘̕͝͝͝͝͝͠ą̶̢̡͕͖͙̱̖̖͗͆̓͠r̴̮̪̗̳̳̜̂̃̿̇͊͐͒̈́̃͂̾̌̽͗̂̆̓̍͑ḑ̴̨̢̛̛̺̳͔̮̗̹̝̥̲̝̺͕̮̦̜̟͔̳͎̻̀̇̒͂͒̅͒̋́̅̐͛̀͆́͋̃͑͆͌̄͑̉̏̉̀͒͑͂̈͌̈́͝ ̵̊͑̊̃̋͐̃̄͒̈́͂̆͑͗̒̿̋̔͒̔̇͐̀͒̅̈́͗͘͜͝͝͠͝ğ̷̫̥̪̙̞̰̭̦̲̜̙͇̎̽͗̀̉̐̎̓͆͗̋͆̈́̀̊͆̚͜͝a̸̢̛̠͉̱̬͍̟̻̞͉̺̣̠̯͈̲̰̤̱̝̦̤̠͉̜̟̯͙͕͗̈̈̈̃̀͆͂̅̀̈̂̈͐̍̌̋̇͋̃͘̚͝͠͠͝m̸̳͓̘͎̬̻̹̝̯͌͛͑͐̀̄̉́̓͆̈̓̇͒̊͌̃̃̃̓͋͊̒̔͋́͘͠ͅę̴͍̘̞̺̰̠̤̝̭̟̞̠̬̮͓͖̹̬̀̔̄͂̎͌͑͘͜͝͠s̷̨̗̼̭͙̜͔̱̮͍̅̌̀̈́̿̐̎͋̚̚̚͠ ̸̢̡̢̧̟̺͔̯̭̮̯̹̥͂̃͗̀͗͋̆̇͆̀̆̆̂͊̉̎̒͒̃̃̓̑̈̀̌̏̒͜͝͝͝͝a̵̢̧̛͙̖̩͓̦̼̬̭̰̱̪̩̥͍̜͙̹̲͚̠̝͎̬͐̃̎̊̆́͋̂́̏̈́̐̔̈́͜r̸̛͉̹̗̥̜̺͕̤̥̪͚͈̹̣̼͚̟̦̃͑̎͐̀́͐͒́̄̿̑̾̉̅͝e̴̡͓̬̩̦̮̲̣̣̪̻̩̞̬̝̯͓̳̰̰͓͓̯͓̲̍͋̇͛͑̀̈́͘.̵̨̡̧̧̢̢̧̠̬̰̰͕͚͇̲̫̻̥̩̻̭̘̞͈̲̫̳̪̜̽̔̎͗̀͌̎̾͋͒̌͌͐̀̿͗͌̎̒̊̈́͛̓͋̾̇̓͛̈́̇͘͝͝.̵̛̳͎̱͆͋̌̈̆̀̌͛̉͐͠.̸̪̯̭͋͊̀̾͝

*He didn't dare to finish that sentence*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance sighs.]

Y̵̝̓e̸͖̒á̸̙h̴̬̊…̸͙̔ ̵̗͑I̶̖͗’̶̰͝m̷̪̽ ̸͈͠s̵̱̒o̶̬̿r̴̥̊ȑ̴̭y̸̧͗.̵͜͠ ̵̣̾B̵̰̊ủ̵͓t̴̋͜,̴̛͕ ̸͈̔m̶̫͌y̷̧̔ ̴͎̇o̵̱̒f̴̥̓f̸͚͝é̴̩r̵̪͗ ̵̹̾s̸͎̎t̷͖̕i̷̳͗ľ̴̲l̷̩̀ ̵̼̋ṡ̵͜ṱ̸́ȁ̶͖n̸͚͝ď̴͖s̷͍̋,̵̘̉ ̷̧͗ẇ̸͍ḙ̸̓…̵̫̆ ̵̩̇w̵͉͝ḙ̸͝ ̵̡̈́ç̸̈ǎ̶̙n̵͇͛ ̵̪̊ẗ̵̟́ŕ̴̩ÿ̷̖́ ̶͉͘ṱ̶̅ǒ̸̩ ̷̫̈r̵̦̋ȇ̴͈c̴̩͐r̷̤͐e̷͇͝ḁ̵̃t̴͔̐ẻ̴̪ ̷̼͘t̷̗̋ḣ̵͈e̶͕̍m̸͉͠ ̵͎́o̵̞͝u̵͔͠t̸͎̕ ̶̼͝õ̶͇f̴̞̚ ̸̢̇c̵̦͌á̵͜r̴͙̆d̷̾͜b̷̥͝o̸͎͗ȧ̵͖ṙ̴̮d̷̪͝!̵̭͒

[He smiles nervously, hoping the offer could ease Parker a little.]

[glitch-parker]

D̸̨̢̧̡̡̺͚̲͔̹͉̭̼̼̼̺͈͖̬̙̼̗̩̈̃̾̊͂́̀̄̉̅͗͑́̃͂̇͐̀̍̇̀͜ͅó̵̧̫̟̤͚̰̘̲̪̘̭̩̎̃͛͒̽̀̂̊̿̑̉̽̓͂̊͊͂̏̈͊͘͝ͅş̴̨̢̣͕̝̞͈̬̭͛̈́ͅe̷̡̢̡̛͙͓̞̼̣̱̞̟̳̳̳͈̦̦̲͈̘̺̦̲̠̤̲̅̆̋̓̀̈́̋̂́̿̀̿͑̈́͗͂́͑̂̎͝͝ͅͅ ̴̘͍͍͖̞̬̗͚̠̭̳̤̟͉͉͖̝̅́̃̀̐̉͊̀̿͑̀͛̾́͑̎͆̈̓͗̕͘̕͘͜͝ͅt̸̢̡̢̬̠̟̙͈͎̦̝̩̮͔̝̤̤̖̼̜͍̜̼͔̻̩̰̠̩͇̝̗̟̾̐̍̈̉͐̄̓̎̇̈́͑̕͜͠͝͠͠h̶̛̛̼̪̝͑͛͑͐̌͗̈́̓͘a̶̧̡̢̛̦̜̳͎͓̗̱̯̲̗̯̬̘͈̖̟̝̘̓̂̏̃̈́̈́̾͋͂̏͊̅͒̉̑̚̕͜͝͝t̴̢̢̢̛̩̰͕̥̪͖̗̤̰̜͕͈̫̖̝̀̍̇̀̽̐̽̑͌̒͌͑̈́̇͆͌̅̓̄̋͘͘̚͘͜͝͝ͅ ̸̡̧̨̧̳̜̝̣̣͚͎͈͓̫̻̙̭̼͔̟͖̥͓͓̥͇̉̐̊̓̇̕ͅͅm̷̢͍͓̠̻̜͕̳̭͉̬͙̲̮͓̘̤̖͖̘̹͓͍͈̳̫͔̫͈͍̱͉̿̀̆̒̽̑̐̓̑͂̄̈́͂͑̆̋̾̓̃̈́̉̄̚̚̕̚̕͜͠͝ê̷̛̲̭̹̠̥̙̔͌̓̎̀̔͌̒̒͌̔̓̿̊̄̄̑̽̒͘̚̚͠͝͠ͅä̶̧̦̪̻͖̣̘̗̺̲̜̝͑̀̒́̊̃̄̐͂͒͊̋̚̚͠n̶̢̛̤͇͎͓̦̲̾̓̆̂́̀̃̔͑̎̍͐̉̃̑͊̄̉͘͘͝͝͝ ̸̦̠̠͎̰̙̤̼͇̣͓͇̳͚̯̥̋͒͒́̈́́̋̄̄͝m̷̛̛̜̫͈̭̬̗̙͖̩͈͓̈͂̎͒͂̊͌̇̅͒͛̆̊͂̈́͋̇̊̈́̔͌̂̔̉͊͒͛̑̚̕̚͘͠y̵̡̢͎̥̬͓͖̱̗̪̔̿͑͐̓̚ ̷̨̨̡̨͕͍̪͙̖̝̫̳̻͈͕̻̖̪̟̪͖̻̜̳̰͒̋̅̑̎̃̈̋̚͜͝͠ͅͅr̴̡̢͓͔̣̮͉͙̦̰̞̞͇͎͖̬̳̪͙̪̟͙͍͉̳͉̺̫̞̄͑͛͛͜͜͜͜͝u̸̧̨͕̪͖̞̻̺͉̬͍̻̻̫͓̯̭̜̝̰͇̝̹̣̱̲̮̜̣̮̐̔͛̓̇̓͊́͌̓̆̂̓͂̾̃̈͛̉͌͆̋̄̉̈̕̕̕͘͜l̸̨̡̹͇͇͈̭̻̝̝̗̲̘̠͉͋́ȩ̵̡̳̘͙͖̪͇͍̮͇͉̺̜͓̘̗̈́̀̅̎̽̐̊͝͠ͅs̶̡̨̨̛̟̺̼̦͈͇̟̥͈̲͎͙͔̭͍͖̰̥͖̦̣̮͉̯̬̈́̄̀̈́̏́̈́́̑͛̈́́̃̄̏̍̑͊͌̕͘͘͘͝ͅ ̵̩͉̩̦̺̜̘̺̰͕̼̩͍͙̼̖̟̖̙͓̜̫̃͌͊͒͌̿̽̌͝ͅḑ̷͙̩̠̜́̍͐̏̓̐̒̈̎̽̀̂̔̽̈͐̑̄͂͗̈́̊́̿̒͋̇̉̈́̕̚̚͘͝͠o̶̡̫̯̜̖̖̩̩̟̞͇̾̒̅̓̌́̏̔́̽̐̈͗̊̎́̉͆̈̈̑̊̿͛͘̚͝ͅņ̸̨̧̘̣̦̦̞̙͖͉͍̖̮͕̟͖̫̭̘̜̪͍̲̬̫̰̜͋͂̔́̂͂̄̃̅̂̌͌̀͒́̎́̔̀͑̈́̚͜͜͜͠ͅ'̸̨͓̩̖̹̰̠͖̬̒̊̅͒̒̄̀̄̔́̀̈́̎̅͂̄̓͛̚͝t̷͈͙̫͙͇̻̝̉̇̏́͐͂̉́̏̾̊̔̇̏̓͠͝ͅ

̷̔́̎̑̃̏̉*The corner of his eyes start watering*

̵̢̢̻̗̤̙̟͕̜͖̹̱̹͖̺͖̬͇̲̓̂̌́͋̊̈̏̈́͂̿͂̒̄͛͋̃͂̋̾͜͠ͅĘ̸̧̨̨͍̲̤̭͙̖̭͍͖͉͔̺̃̐̈́̏̆̒̇̃̚͠x̴̛͙̭̖̜̣̖͔̥̩̫͖͖͔̤̋̀̋̒͒̈́̿͂̂̈̈́̆́͗̄̐̇͊̋̃̀̚̕į̴̛̙̟͚̮̦̩̠͓̘͚̦̩͗̍̓̓̂̇̓́̎͌͊̀̍̿͂̐̊̃̄͒̓̾̓̕̕͠͝s̷̡̹͕̱̯͙̗̯͍̩̪̅̅͌̑͜͠͠ẗ̵̨̘̪̘̰͉̳̬̳̠̥̫́̈́̉́̾͗͐̐̍͋͛̆̈͐̄̈́̒̋͐͊̋̑͋̋̎̑͋͛͆̆͆̃̕͝͝͝ͅ

I̵̡̡̢̧̹̫̼̜̪̖̭̗̣̲͈̝̲̼̖̯͈̱̫̘͎̩̹͚̲̲̬̩̐͑̂̉͛̑͋͑͌̋͊̎̎̑́̆̆́͘͜͜͠-̷̧̢̧̡̧̡̢̧͈͕͙̭̗̠̦̣̮̹̮͙̘͕̩̘̯̓̾̍̌̏̌́̂̈́͒͂͋̊̂̆̂̎̌̽̈́̓͌̃̌̈́̏̀̿̄̅̉̅͘͜ ̴̧̧̨̨͚̭̗̝͎͎͔̖͈̻͎̻̜͕̦̫̺̩̙͎̼̪̣̈̈͑̍̎́́̃͂̀̕͝͠I̴̛͙̱̰̥͓̤̳̬̖̯̭̦̯̳͎̠̫͕̽͐̃̀̑͒͐͝ ̷̨̯̥̞̝̥̦̻̳̭͓̠̥͇͔͓͖̩̻̙͍̦̭̥̺̮̂̓͗̿́̕͝ͅç̸̨̨̧͈̹̺̹̤̘͇̞͉̜͔͕͙͓̝̳͈͕͖̣̞̖̥͎̣͍͆̇̈̂́̊̕͘͜͝ą̶̨̛͉͎͉̖̭̖͓̥̠̪̪͓̝̟͕̰̥̲̺̠̺̼̺̼̦̹̦͎̥̜͚̾́̃́̈́̈̓̍̀̒͘ņ̸̥̦̯̞̯̠̻̜̝͖̗̥̝̹͔͇̱̑̈́̀̊̑̏̂̒̃̽̓̆͌̃͆̈͂́̚͠͝'̵̨̫͎̟̠̰̗̗͍̦̹̺̪̺̟̪̭̹̰͂̉̍̋̚͜ţ̵̧̧̧̡̪̖̜̠͔̰̳̮̩̗͉̼̹̮̻̤̫̖͕̟̘͇͚̻͇̮̈́̈́͘ͅ ̸̡̨̟̥̮͍͎̤̭̫̙̉̈͐̔̈͐̓͗̉̓̑̈̆̏͋̍́͝͠͝h̶̛͖̣̆̀͛́͛̅̑͑̀͂̄̍̽͊̍̇̈̑͐͘a̸̢̢̛͇̲̖̮̲̥͍̯͚̪͈̜̟͇͙̭̣͎̬͎͉͒̓̃̋̊́̊́̏̈́́̍̉͐̎͆̔͛̿͌̓̆́̃̇̚͝͝͝v̵̡̝̜͚͙̩̬̥̥̝͉̠̹̫͉̙̩̝̝̱͙͕͇̏͊̓̌̀͛̑̐́̄̉̅̅̑͑̏̈́̌̑̾̅̑̆̀̅̌͘͘̕͘͝͠͠e̸̡̡̧̧̡̨̙̲̦͇̣̣̗̯̝͙̲͇̪̤͍̠̩̙͔̞̰̭̙͉͖̹̣̠̊́͜ͅ ̷̢̨̧̨̧͙̘̜̯̙̪̘͈͍͕̦̬͇̜̰̺̖̻̪̞̞͖͖̱͈̠̻̖͉̖̦̿͂͂̾͂̐̎͊͂̃̌͐̋̕̕͘ȓ̴̟̺͉̲̭̘̤̬͔̩̞̣̪̟̮̘̥̹̫̼̮̍̂̓̏̈́̈́͂̆̀͝ͅu̶̘͐̂̉̊̉̒̽̑̍́̈́̏̐̓̈́̿͜͠͝ļ̸̛͈͎͔͂̆͂̈͂͛̾̓͆̕̕e̵̡̢̼̮̮̻̞̳̤̰͉̦̫̣̮̞̖̗̻̗͍̯̪̝̣̹̪̭͐̆̀̽͋͐́̄̓̓̀̎̇̉̊́̎̆̄͑̉͆̏͗͘͜ͅs̶̢̨̫̦̰̹̹͓͉̲͖͓͙̟̜̠̩̳̫̖̹̦͔̖̙̲͕̪͉̪͇͌̈͌̀̐͋̅̎́̾̑̐̆͐̐̌̑̍̾̑̆̂̈́̃̚͜͜͜͝ͅ ̵̛̖͉̣̖̝̝͔̘̱̟̞̲͇̞͛̏̏͛̂͑̍͂́͛̓̇͆͋͗͘͘͜͜͜͝͝͠i̷̢̧̨͓̘͇̹̠͍̱̱̼͎̮͈̭͚͇͉̙͔̖͙̘̤̬̜̖̰̗̐͋̀̈́̈̋͂̀̃͊͑͂̇̓͂̆̑̎̒̉̚͜͝ͅͅf̵̧̛̛̲̞͇̲͚͈͔̜̌͑͒̏̑̄̎̂͊̈́͗̓̓̅̂̀̈̊͆̀̋̕̚̚̕̕͘̕͠͝-̸̢̨̱̞̭͉͔̠͔̗̻̩̘͈̻͇͓̺̲̦̯̺̩̜̳̤̳̗̖͔̌͊͑̐̑̕͜͜ ̷̛̮̫͖̖̙̹̼̞͈̲̻͈̪̤̤͂͋͗̽̆̉̀͌̅͑̒̋̽̃̆͑̈͘̚͘͠͝i̶̧̨̨̛̠̟̪̣͍̭̟̻͚͚̬̬̝̤̭̰̙̦̘͓͖͈̳̠̯̝̘̠͉̰͐̀͐̂̄̍̏́̉̋̎̈́̋̎͋̐̐̄͑́͌̋̚̕̕͠͠f̸̡̨̡̖͍̗̱̱̘̖̥͍̭̜͎̝̘̞͓̦̲͖͓͍͔̙͕̥̈͊̇̏̋̈́͌͊̽͗́̀́̽̕͜͜͝͝ͅ ̷͈̥́̀̃I̸̛̪̳͇͓͉̥̗͑̎̓̄̽́̂̉͂͊̆̓̚͠ ̵̢̢̧̢̧̟̭̟̻͍͍̳̬̼͔̫͖̓̊̈́͌̏̅͘͜͜ͅd̴̢͙̻̭̤͎̦̼̫͚̹̦̩̦̻̣̘̰̯̮͛̔̋͐̅̓͜͜ȍ̸͕̖͋̍̋͐́̈́̈́̈́͐̅̓̐̐̈́̍́̈̓͌̆͝͝ṇ̷̢̨̧̛͇͖͓̱͍͔̖̦̪̥͙̯̠̲̰͉̽̿̍̈̑̌͒͐̆͐̐̚͠ͅ'̸̡̡̨̯͓͍̜̞̰̭̫͚͎̙̜̯̰̺̰̩͎̞̭̮̦̜̒̆̊̄̔ͅͅt̴̡̯̯̯͈̻̖̣̟̣̞̣̝̄͐͌̾͊͘͠ͅ-̵̢̢̛̞̺̼̟̳̙͕̲̬̪̣̖̠͚̺̬͚͉͍͈̯̱͓̲͍̺́̃̀̃̿̆̌͂̂̈́́̇̿̽͛̈̂̈́̌͗̉͗̀́͒̅͑̚̚̕̕͝

*He voice starts cracking. He clinged on him tighter feeling like he's losing his mind again. What would such a thing even mean for him? No rules? no games? Did his relationship with Lee count? Did the dice exist? Could he ever make a lover/ friend /enemy with anyone? Was he destined to no one? To be alone? Did it matter?*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance holds Parker tightly.]

Y̵̲̆ö̸͙́ù̸̗ ̴̘̈́w̶̯̃ọ̷̑ü̸̥l̷̮͝d̷͕̑n̷̺̄’̶̩̇t̷̚͜ ̴̤͝e̴͎̔x̴̫͋i̶̦̊s̵̬̈́t̸͈́ ̷͕͑ĩ̴̡f̷̱̾ ̵̗͆t̸͔͂h̷͋͜e̶͚͂ ̴̰̀r̶͂͜u̴͕͋l̸̫̈́e̴̞̕s̶͚͝ ̵̺̈́d̴̢͌ḯ̶͓d̵̩̂ň̷̫’̵͚̈́t̶͇̾,̴͚̀ ̶̟͠w̷̼͒h̸̟̿ȋ̷̭ç̷͊h̵̢̍ ̴̹̽m̸̯̃ȅ̶̺ȧ̸̻n̸͚̂s̸͎̈́ ̷̠͐ẗ̷͔́ḧ̸̜́e̵̲̿ŷ̵̹ ̷͇̈ḓ̸̐o̵͜͝.̵͓̔ ̶̏ͅA̷͔͒n̵̳̉d̶͎͘ ̴̯̆w̷͊͜e̵̯͗ ̸̞̉c̴͖̔ä̸̜́n̸̢͗ ̶͕́m̵̋͜ă̴͕ḳ̷͝e̶̝̿ ̸̪̈p̴̳͐h̵̖͝y̶͈̆s̴͙̊ï̴̯c̵̪͂a̸̪̐l̸̠̄ ̴̦͘c̸̜̈ò̶̱p̸͎̓ȋ̵͙è̸͜ŝ̶̪,̷͈͊ ̸̥͝ȁ̶̗s̵̓ͅ ̷͚̏m̷̟̚a̸̩̿n̶̝͂y̷̘̾ ̷͈͒ą̴̏s̵̲̐ ̷̯̇y̷͉͝ȍ̶̦ủ̷̮ ̷̻̂ṋ̴͘e̵̘̾è̶̙d̶̻͝.̵͓͌

[glitch-parker]

*A few tears came down*

Ȑ̸̛̟̭͉̬͇̘̞̗͔͎̱̫͉̦̲̻̠̰͎̖͍̫̫̘̬̘̝͓̩̱̔̂͌̕̚̕͜͝ͅḭ̵̡͕͚̖̱͈͉̙̳̝̓̍̈́̊͊̒͊̑̂͜g̷̨̫̭̞̠̯̲̠̩̦̦̣̺̈́̀͗̈́͒ͅh̷̬͓̮̺̻̩̯̜̩̜̤́͜t̴̨̢̢̛̲͉͓̦͙̩̙̟̳͍͖̜̺̻̝̯̬̮͓̳͇̗̰͒̍̆̅͋̊͂̔̋̕.̴̞͖̟͙͉͍̹͓̲̺̗͙͓͉̙̼̹̫̞͒̎ ̸͓̗̖̯̣̏̔͑̿͂͊̊̆̃̈̏͂̈́̒̀̽́̆̑̂́͑͑̓̔̃̔̋́́́̕͘͠Ŗ̷̛̛͚̫̖͉̼̭̺̣̜͕͖̫͎̩̼̟̬͈͐́̀͂́͋̒́̋̾̾̊̑̄́͒͂͗̾̚͝͝ͅì̵̡̤̥̣͕̜͙̬̰͚̖̳͚̪̳͕͎̹̙̪͖̹̥̻̬̮̟̉͂̆̑͆͗́̚̕͜͜͜͜g̶̢̧̛͈̜̲͍͖͚̙̰̞̳̫̹̜̠̩̼͙͇̐̓͗̓͊̎͌̒̂͒̍͗̎̓h̶̡̨̬͉̱͍̻͉̲̺̺̞̞̺͖̟̱͔̗͙̰̽͑̀͌̂̀̆̍͛͗́͑͘t̶̛̤̮̦̣͔͚͕̀̋̃̄̈́̽͒̍̐̊̎̊͋̽̏̃͑́͌̏͐͆͆̚͜.̷̨͔̹̋̈̈̃̑̇̐́̽͗͋̎͛͂̉̋͒̕̕͜͝͠͝͝.

T̸̡̬͖̈́̊͊́̽̋̏͆̋̓͐͗̅̒̈́̚͝͠͠h̶͌̃͌̏̾̂͋̅̏̄̆̒͌̄́́̾̐̕̕͝ã̷̧̢̡͇͖͈̦̫͉̳͍͚̹̫͎̹̰̽̽̓̈͛̉͗̈̃̑̔̌͊̇̇́̿̌͋̆̊̚͝ͅn̵̩̰͍͓͔̟̭̜͉̤̞̒̋̅̏̌̅̔͂̀̂̎̆̈́̈́͋̄̒̈́͆̂͑̓͐̌͋͝k̶̡̮̭̻̗̄̄͗̎͋̀̋͐̈̏͗̈̌̓̎͊́́̓̏̉͐͛̍́͛̕̕̕̚͝͠͝ͅ ̴̢͙̳̭̜̣̻̖̣͚̬̖̯͈̖̠̦̟͓̞̻̳̗̳͐̉̇̿̽̓̊́̔̓̚̕͝͝y̸̨̛̛̛̗͉͍͙̺͓͇̗̖̲̬̍̓̂̆̓̋̆̃̉̎̅̈̅͛̈́̈́̉́̓͑͘͠ö̷̢͉͎̟̲̝͉̥͕͈̳̼̤̪̬̺̱̪͉̩́̏̊͛͑̒̐̋͗̽̇̽̑͘ừ̵̧̼̪̜̗̪͚̣͙̜͍̜̙̫̘͚̮͂̉̂̑̐̀̈̎̅̉̉͌̇̈́͛̿̏̆̂.̷̧̧̼͖̜͚̻̤̖͙͛́͌̑͗̓͂̓̉͐̅̎̐̈́͆̿̿̈́̔͐͘͠͝͝ͅ

*Despite the glitching it was obvious his voice was very soft.*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance smiles softly]

T̵͖͆ȟ̷̜e̵̜̓r̷͇̄ë̵̢ ̵̭̚y̷͍̽ö̶͖́u̷̳̾ ̴̹͘ģ̵̈́o̶̖̕.̵͖̊ ̸̧̽Ñ̴͍ǒ̸̤w̴̩͂ ̷̻̃j̶͖̑ṳ̴̒ś̴̯ṫ̸̼ ̶̯̄b̷͍͂r̷̋ͅḛ̶̽a̶̖͊t̵̼̔h̴̙͘ë̸̤́ ̵̛̗w̶̰͐i̷͚͆ṫ̷̠h̷͍̓ ̶͕͆ḿ̴̮e̸̘͌,̵̆ͅ ̸̫̊o̴̯̓k̵̠̒ä̵̮́ÿ̶̝?̵̳̽ ̸̧̓Ỵ̸͛o̸̜̓ủ̴͍’̷̛̣r̵̭̂ȩ̵͝ ̶̯̈́s̵̪͒t̵̒͜i̸̘͑l̷̹͋l̴̗̾ ̵̖̽ÿ̷̖́o̶̦͂u̷̼͒,̵̱̇ ̷̧͠a̸̛ͅn̴̰̾d̷̥̑ ̶̱̑w̸͕̉e̸͙̅’̷͈̽ļ̵̈́l̷̡͘ ̷̞̓m̷͕̀ǎ̴̯k̴̫͝ē̴̤ ̵͉͘ḯ̸̧t̴͍́ ̵̖̃a̸͛͜l̷̯̋ĺ̸͜ ̸̱̚ẃ̸̜o̷̳̍r̸͔̎k̸̯͠.̵̟̎

[He reaches to wipe the tears away, chuckling softly]

[glitch-parker]

*He nods trying to steady his breathing.*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance keeps a kind smile, his hands moving to Parker’s shoulders as he takes deep breaths too, to try and guide Parker.]

[glitch-parker]

*He matches his breathing to his. Almost remarkably after a little while the glitching was going down a lot of course it wasn't completely gone however but definitely hurt less for Chance.*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance smiles gently, his voice clear now.]

There you go. See? It’ll be okay, we can make it work.

[glitch-parker]

*He nods. He stayed silent wanting to live in the moment a little longer.*

Á̴̫̹̼̲̘̗͎̣̲͕͓̌̓̏̽͝l̸͘r̷̫͓͐͆͗îg̶͇͊̆͂̀̔̓̽̿͒h̸̨̨̞̞̰̪̹͚̲̟̼͌͗̀͑̏̽͌̈́̂͝t̷͙̳̪͉̘͕͓͇͉̽͂̇͜͜͠ ̶̨̡̞̰̗̂̓̅̏͊̐̉̈́ t̵̨͔͖̞̖̮̳̾̀̽̌̇̂̌̄h̴͚̤̳̭͛̕ͅå̵̜̼̟̩͈̪̣̩̞̝t̴̏̈́ ̵͈̮̀e̴̮͎̫͋͋̏̚n̵͕̈́̉ờ̷̛̛͉̬̮̎͊̔͝ûg̶̛̣͛̆̋͋̕h̷̰͍̥̜͙͉̿́̐̍͒͝ ̷̬̟͚͐͋̄͒͌̚͝b̷͎̘̲̦̱̺̄̈͐͊͝͝u̴͎̣͚͙̝͋d̸̳͖̞̬̾̇͑̐̄̿͋d̴́y̶̘̖̭͓̞͙̟̮̽

*He said as if he wasn't the one basically holding on to him for dear life earlier. He does a little gentle pat on his back to indicate to get off*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance laughs softly, nodding and pulling away.]

Alright, alright. But that helped, right?

[glitch-parker]

*Any glitching that last on Chance disappeared completely after they separated*

.Ÿ̵͖̱̥́̍e̴̹̯̩͆͛ş̵͇̾̽͛.̸̛͔̏ ̷͚̣̠̏I̸̞̥̖͠ ̶͈̳͒f̴̲̺͆̆͜ȇ̶͖̚ĕ̶̮̞̒̈́l̶̪͈̬̔̊͋ ̸̻͇̓̌ȁ̸̳̕̕l̵͕͖̺̑̇l̶̢̠̤̍́ ̷͉̇͛b̴̰͇̅e̸̛̟̹̿͜t̴̡͆t̸͚̰͚̀ȇ̷̱̻͈͆͠r̵̻͓̈́͜ ̵̩̲̜̈͠ṉ̸̳̀̌́ơ̶̧̱̻̊w̸͔͜͠.̶̫͓͇͐̋

̷̳̤͆͊̕*He leans back a little seeming tired*

̶̢̠͉̀N̴̨̖̊o̸̤̝̠͂̋w̷̟͇͈̎̚̕ ̶̥̭͕͂c̷̺̄à̷̤̝̦̆̕n̶̙͂͘ ̵͍̅̐͘y̷̡͂̀o̶͇̦̒̿͒u̷̟̽͜ ̵͕̯̉́̿g̴̮͙̽̒̂o̵̯̖͌ ̷̧͉͋̾̕m̴̩͔̗͛a̵̫̻̲̒̓k̶̡̦̪̽̑͗e̴̻͓͉͝ ̶̣̎ś̸̩̥u̸̥̺̅ŗ̶͔͐͒͜͠é̴͕̝̠͋̀ ̵͖͉͘L̸̗̎e̷̹͇͍͑è̸̤͉̪̆ ̵̥̺̉͆d̷̟̺̰̈́́͛o̶̟̔ẽ̷͗͜s̵͉̘̈̽n̷̞͉̐̌́'̵̡͉́̓͊ṱ̷̮̽ ̶͈̽̏h̶͍̠̼͗̓̊ủ̷̖͙͗͆r̸̤̙̀͑̕ͅẗ̴̪́̐͊ ̷͙̒̇̑h̴͖̑͋̒i̷̪̼͊͌m̵͓͋̚s̴͚̝̽̚͝e̶̟̒̿͗l̶̞͋f̷̖̋̿.̴̤͈̾̈́ ̸͚̣͊͊L̸̐̌̕͜i̷͕̳̼̿͝͝k̵̘̞̬͐͋è̶̠̘̽͒ ̶̨̥̞͂Ȋ̷̡͈ ̶̮͈̘̎̀s̴̹͒ȁ̷̮i̸̢̯͔̾̉ḏ̸̓̏ ̷̭͖͈͘ḛ̵̋̃a̴̡̪̥͝r̴͖͊ḻ̵͈̈́̚i̶̹̭̾͝ȩ̴̹̋͜r̷̘̻̠͆͐͐.̵͈̳̂̽̈ ̶̝̀͜

̶͕̤̲́̐*he said earlier. You know. The glitching that you couldn't tell what he was saying*

̵̣͉̣͒I̷̢̍̚ ̸͎̥͝ẃ̵̦͘o̷̻̔̕̚ȕ̵̥l̵̼͊̿ḑ̴̤̍͜ ̸̞̳̽́̍d̴̝̓͐͂o̷̹̰͋̚ ̵͎͔͒i̶̛͇̒̌t̵͙̙͘ ̵̯̩̙̔m̶̧̻͉͂̓ÿ̶̧́̿̈́ͅs̸̯͖̎͊͊ͅě̵̮̺̠̈́͑ĺ̷̯͔̒̚f̸̧̡͎̈,̴̗͇̤͝ ̸̭͓̣͆̒̚b̸̫̙͑͌ṳ̵̓̕t̵̫̾̑̀ ̷̨̹̗̕̕I̴̲͂͆̓m̵͙̜̟͋͋̆.̴̖̖͚̿̉.̴̣̪̭̈̈́ ̵͉̘̤̔̆e̷͙͕̽x̵̢̗̲̒h̷̠̭̺̄͌a̸̢̼͛̀͝u̴̡̚s̶̤̩̝̉̚t̵̢͇̒e̸͚͈͑̈́̈́d̶̞͌͌ ̵̳͗ả̴̯͍̓l̸͙̽̀̃s̵͖͗͌o̶̒͛̿͜͜ ̶̨̫̓̂͘ṭ̷̡̡̋h̵̭̀̕į̸͗s̵̥̯̬͝ ̷̨̖̖̅ḯ̴̺̘s a ̶͆̅̕͜c̵͚̚͝ĥ̶͖̤͚ä̷͚̙́n̶̙͇̙̎c̶͚̑̀͘e̴̻͒̔ ̸̙̞̄t̴̪̥̆o̸̡̭̣̒ ̵̖̒f̴̙̅i̴̫̱̪̽͝x̵͔̆̃͝ ̵̨̮̰̀͝ŷ̸͚͔̎͝ỏ̷̥̙̭̀̏ȕ̵̥r m̷̧̺̑͘i̶̝̘̖̋̈́ş̸̌t̵̝̮̑̉̽a̵̛̯̱͛k̶̡̫͓̾̇e̵̺̒̈́ ̷̗̉̍͒ơ̷͚͉̙̈́̆f̸͕͋͂ ̸̜̜̻̈m̵̲̉̀a̶̡͇͝k̵͓̫̝̍͠į̶̥͚̽͝n̶̟̽g̴͉̀̚ ̸̰̣̦̚h̵̥̳͑͐į̴̗̜̔m̴̧̘̌̍ ̵̌ͅ ṭ̷̯̕h̵͚̗͗́͝i̸̧͚̿̑͠n̶̼̱̺̉̈́k̷̡̏̎ ̴͎̈͠i̵̡̊̓t̴͈͕͂̑͆ ̷͔̰̃̚ẇ̷̖̠͐̆á̷̝s̸̙̿̂ͅ ̴̰͓͖̈́͂g̸̺͖̍̕l̴̳̅͠ĩ̸̳̣̈́ṭ̴͌̀c̵̟̪̖͌̒̾ẖ̸̓͆̎ĭ̵͕̲̐n̴̖̖̝̅g̴̤̚.̶̱̥͝ ̴̥͙̀̕Y̸̰̏ő̶̠̊͌u̴̥͎͗̾̽ ̵̨͚̬͋̕d̵̯̽ũ̴͓̻̍n̵͉̹̳̔͠c̷̲̈e̶̲͒̓.̷͉̟̥̒̔

̷̱̤͙̓̇*He flicked Chance's forehead*

Ś̵̠̓e̷̘̳̿͝r̶̳͚̝̔̈́i̶̦̻̒͌o̶͝ͅu̷̢̲͌̌s̷̨̑l̷̟̀̃y̶̻͖̒ ̵̢͂̾ͅw̶̫̺̌̂̿h̷̻̱̯̓̌a̵̪̳̮͐t̵̨̬̭̔̕ ̴͉̦̭̓w̶͓͙̻̿̊e̷̺̟̔̍r̸̙͕̝̉̌ẻ̶͉̹͜ ̴̨̨̺̋y̸̞̞̑̕o̷̱͓̜͐̽u̷̙͍̓̉̐ ̸̗̚t̵̡̯̂h̷͉͊̚i̷͈̊͘͠n̵̩̄̇k̸̼̰̹̓̉ḯ̶̬͐̽ͅń̷̙͈̟̃g̴̩̐͋͜͜ ̸̢͓̗̉̀ẁ̶͍͉̮̀͝i̴̬͊t̵͚̊̕͠h̸̲͓͑̿̀ ̵̢̬̳̂ẗ̵̤́̓͑ͅh̴̟͙̘́̈́͝a̶̎̀͑͜t̷͍͍̍̇̓?̵̪̌̀͘

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance laughs softly]

I- thought it would convince him that it stopped since they weren’t glitching when he came in-

[He shrugs]

But- yeah, I’ll go try to find him- he should be in the office, I mean- there was a computer mentioned and the only one I know of is Mac- I just hope he hasn’t tried to hurt himself, he kept saying that was the only way to stop what was happening to us and- you already know how I feel about that- self sacrifice is fine in a story, not reality-

[glitch-parker]

Lee, dressed as Will Wood's Normal Album cover, heads up to the attic. He has a bright smile on his face and a bag of candy in his hands. As soon as he enters the attic, though, the bag of candy falls from his hands as he takes in Parker's glitching.

Parker!

He cries out, running towards Parker and grabbing his wrists. Lee flinches as the glitching spreads to his form, but he holds strong as he inspects Parker.

What happened? What's going on???

@showstopper-homeowner

*He sitting with Chance not expecting someone else to come in suddenly, to say he was startled would be an understatement he literally jumps back when Lee made contact which also got rid of the Lee's glitching and pain. Parker's glitching seem to spike for just a moment but then going back to how it was*

J̸̯̮͇̲̩̈͐͋̌̒̉̅͌̀̆͗͜͝é̶̢̝̙͚̱͕͉̫̘͇̖̜̠̹̐̇̐͛̅̀͛̆́͝͝ş̸̨̛̘̦̣̻̮̫̱̝̝̞̎̑̀͊͌͝͠͝͝ų̶͖̫͕̠̝̟͉̤͔̪́̈́͆̔̃́̏̎̐̏̕͜͝ș̷͓̬̣̭͚̫̳̀̓͐͐̄͐̍͂̏͛͌̕̚ͅ L̷̤͖̊̽̈́̏͗͝ȩ̶͕̹̮̯̀̿̽̋̏͝e̴̺̠̠͛!̴̝̭͉̫̝́̉̇

*He huffs out. He stared at Lee for a second seeming out of it as his mine tries to catch up with him remembering that huge mess of empty board games literally tossed around*

O̷̤̯̜̊̒̌͑̈́̈́̒̕̕͝h̶̨̳͎͉̠̾̀́͒̔̔̉̂͘ ̷̢̯͚̠̅́̽͑͝͠ǔ̷̢͉͚͈͚̳̪͍̝̞͓̱̀̊̓̈͝͝m̴̳͚͙͖̼̫̮͚̲̆̋̾̌̈͂͑̿̄̎̕͝ͅͅ-̶̢̳͕͍̠̘̟̣̻͖͑̾̀̑͊̈́̄ ̷̥̓̓͝C̷̡͔̦̏͌͒̀ȟ̴̢̬̘̺̲̻̼̺͈̠͜ǎ̶͈̋̉͂̈́̈́̾͋̂n̴̨͇̮͙͇̫̻̺̝͂̂c̶͔̜̻̀͛̀͗̎̽ę̶̟̦͙̗̮̖͕͍̝͖̭́̌͋̉͝ ̸̡̩̳͚͇̯̫̖͈̣̒̊w̶̮̭̫͕̗̮͘͝ā̸͎̯͕̻̜̀͗̈́̔̊͌̀̆́̃͜s̶͔̮̿ ̸͉͙̄̈̎̾̊̉͛̕͝h̴̙̜̼̳̮̎̏̉͂̓̅͑̀̚͝e̸̢͑ḽ̶͖͍̹̊́̈́͛͗̏̊p̸̘̞̩̘͓̯̰̠̪͈̺̊̄ ̶̲̠͔͚̜̱̞̜̲̻̱̏m̵̛̟̗͔͙̀͊̈́͊͑ë̴͍̫͉̲̦́̄̂̏͗̆̓͒͆͝ ̷̧̦͚̦̣͓͉̪͚̯́̌̈́͊̂͘͝ͅͅç̶̮̮̙͇͚̳̫̖͉̔͂͑̔͗͑̈̎̿͌ļ̶̨̘̰̖̹͙̥̪̗͌̓̆͜e̵̡͂͛̇͐̐̌͂̽a̶͔̥͕͆̅͂̃̉̇͝ͅn̷̛͈̯̲̞̯̻̭͛̈̃̈́̅͒̔̕ ̶̼͙̞̝̲̝̥̱̙̳͈͆͗̏͜ā̴̛̘̹̠͈̰̪̩͍̥̩̻̗̃̀͘ ̶̡̗̻̌̋̃͊̚ͅb̷̪̦̥̻͖̹̼͉͆̀i̸̙̰̥̻̲͂̀t̶̢̪̗̘͙̙̺̯̖̒!

*He lied not wanting to worry him since who knows if this was connected to glitches or not or whatever was happening. Unaware of the most obvious warning sign hi̸̧͈̠͂̊m̷̧̞̫͋̄̊s̶̯̲̄e̵̙͕̭̒l̵̺̻̽̈́f̸̨̏͑͂.*

[deactivated-blog]

I-I need to take care of this! Oh my gods, Parker, I didn't realize you were getting thid bad! If I had known earlier, I-

Lee was frantically pulling out his notebook and flipping to various pages, trying to find out where he put his research for staving off glitches.

You and Chance were cleaning? What did you come across? It might be related to the gliching.

// so sorry for the late reply... we were quite busy, hahah.

[glitch-parker]

Ooc: Nah your good))

*He was starting to panic a little bit making the glitching a little worse. Had he not been as good at acting like he was ok? What does he mean by getting worse?? And worst of all he felt like he had to fix it. Fix this whatever this was. Parker nonchalantly Yanks the notebook out of his hand. No glitching gets on the notebook tho*

H̸̞̥͗́̃͛͊͘͝e̷̛̳̻̭̖̣͚͚̳͈̖̪̳̒͆̽̊̈́͊͛͐̈́͝͝ͅẙ̸͕͇̠̝̺͂ͅ ̷̳̲̽͊͗̈́́̉̑̽̎͂̃̓͝ͅn̸͕̜̩̞͉̫̙̼͔̤̺̓̌̄̓͐̈́͠͝͠ͅo̸̡̯̲̣̠̩̐͛̓̈͝w̶̻̜͓͙͖̗͖̝̗̭͚͌, ̵̢̧̟̼̟̳̘̈́̓̿ͅT̴̢̨͇͇̭̝͖͓̓͂̓̉͂͋͋ḥ̸͖̤̻̭̇͐̐̊̾̐͐̆͛͋͘̕͝ȩ̴͕̮̼͙̣̘̼̼͕͍͍̀̀̏͐r̷̡̢͎̩̻͕̞̰̮͉̘͍̈́̇͠͝ẽ̷̯͇̟̣̜̟̖̪͒͊̔̇̃̓ͅ'̶̧̗͎̦͎̤̩̈̑͋͠͠ͅs̸̩̮͙͓͇̼̫̭̑̚ ̶̰͕̑̎̆͘͜n̶̠̭̱̍̈́̔̏̎̏̒͝ȏ̴͇́̃̓̑̊̆̏͠ ̴̛̭̘̼̭̪̲͇̿͋̅̔̓͛͛̓̋̓̋̃ͅn̸̨̨̢̥̩̲̝̼̤̼̻̄͌͒͊̇̂̆̿͘̚̚̚͝e̴̡̯̱̻͚͎̺͆͘ẻ̷̝̠̻̈́́̎̽̉̀̉̑̚͝d̴͕̜̦̲͉̪̻͙̀͜ ̷̧̛̻̖͓̻͇̮͂̎̇͋̐f̷̆̏̏ò̵̢̢̯͓̩͍̩̼̳̖͝ṛ̴̺̘͂ t̶͈̱̪͕̻͉̦̞̦̫̮̩̊͑̈́͗̑̅́̄̐̈́͠h̴̢̖̝̣̱̫̦̭̯͎̬̩̺̉͂͗̈́͒̎̅̕a̷̳̭̙̝͚͆̌̏͂̆͝t̸̡͚̜͚̹̯̲̼̦̱̂̀̿̈́̾̍͐̀́̐̈ͅ.̶̹͓́͒̈̔̈ͅ

Ň̵̞̭͋͋̌̇͆̅͝ó̶̢̱̪̝̗̤̬͒͒̂͝ ̶̨̨̛̭͔̖̳̒̌̊͌̿g̶̭̭͍̙̊̽̀̀͌̈́́́͑͊l̵̜͎͚̓̀͆̃͐̏̑̕i̵͈̞̰͔̺̲͑͐̆̇̽̑̚͜͠ͅt̷͚̮͖̭̱͖̜͓̰̾͒̓̒̃̕͠ͅč̴͇̱̝͖̞̳̄̀͐̑ḩ̷̨̲͖̝͎̳͓̖͝e̴̥̖̜͙̬̗̍̐̀͐̍̔̕̚͝͝s̷̢̧̥̣̟͔͖̍̾̌̉̿̅͗͑̎̏ ̷̠͉̗̠̔j̵̝̜̥͈̙͍̮͉͚͗̔́̃̓͗̓̽̈͜u̸̖̾ŝ̷̢͖͋̾͗̓̒̃͊̈̕t̵̨̢̯͍̭͓̤̫͕̯̑̅̃͝ ̵̘̹̲̔͋̐̋̌ͅc̷̨̣̰̤͓̮͈̥̙̙̐͊̀͋̃̕l̷̢͇̦̹̪̣̫̳͇̅͛ͅẽ̴̛̩̱͐͊̓͐́̀͝ä̴̛̯͕̣͎̣̣͕́͌̇͒̌̚̕͝n̸̤͎̦̦͂͐̐̽͋̂̚i̷̛͉͓̻̘͓͍͍̓̑̌̎͜n̵̢͓͔͓͎̆͗̊͌̎͗̊̈́͊͜͝ģ̷̧̡̯̙͚̞̖̮̑̎̌̊̔͂̇̽̇ ̷̰͔̼̪̤̾̌͒̈͋͌ͅả̵̠̗̱̮̮̅̉̉̉f̵̨̦̞̳͙̀̈́̐̚͜t̴̘̭̪̥̖̥̽̍ͅě̷̗͌̀̿̂̌̑̉ȑ̸̛̮̙̦͖̗͔̬̼̼̖̽͗̽́͛̈́̚ ̸̫͇͙̪͎̂̃́̏͐̈́͗͊̆ḁ̴̘͔̅̈͐̔ ̸̞̰̤͇͍͚̀̀̒͝ĺ̷̨̖̀̐̽̾͂̀́̋̿i̶̢̠̫̱͔̞̯̰̱͔͛ṱ̶̡͂̀͊͗͝͝ț̵̫̻̬̰́̍l̵̘̗̟͈̐̄́̄̔́̊̀̾e̴̝̘͌̿͌̅͋ ̵̯͆̈́̀͐́m̷̠̫̊̒̉̕ḙ̸̙̬̰̝͙̆͆s̶̰͙͉̯̃̂̇͝͠s̸̬̘̩̀̿͜.̷̼͕̥̖͎̩̦̞̗̒̈́͒̑̋̈́

R̶̯̝̭̥̹̠̺̳̮̣͑̉͊͌̒̍͠͝͠ì̴͔̯̈́̈̓̾̄̑͝g̵͖̮̰̍̀̓͠h̶̠̙͇̽͆͜ţ̶̝̼͚̩̞̺̉̿̽́͊̇̐ ̶̛̠̙͓̥͈̜̺̘̍́͆̑̽̄̿̇C̸̤̅͐̈h̸̜͚̣̤̼͌̌̿̏̕͝a̴̢̧̢̠̟̩͍̯͔̱̿͗̂̑͐̀͝n̷̪̓̂͆̍͋̓ĉ̶̡̬̼͉̝͙̼̥͑̒̒͝e̷͔̹̩̬̪͕̖̲̽̆̅̄́̈̎͋͘͝?̸̨̡̢̙͕̘͉͙͒

*He elbowed Chance hard. He moved his head to whisper to him out of sight from lee. It was almost impossible to tell what Parker was saying since the glitching but his mouth clearly was mouthing "Back me up!"*

( @nat-20-on-perception)

[nat-20-on-perception]

Oh! Yeah, just- we were cleaning and Parker was making sure the games were good, no glitches!

[Chance smiles nervously, hoping he’s being convincing. He looks over at Parker with a nod]

He just- started to glitch a bit, so I’ve been helping him as best as I can- nothing to do with what we were doing, just a sudden glitch!

[He reaches to Parker’s hand, squeezing it to assure Parker that it would be okay.]

[glitch-parker]

*Everything was going good until. Chance mentioned glitching. This is not what he wanted at all! Chance can't just mention glitching now! Not in front of him! why would he lie about him glitching that doesn't even make sense. The glitching on his body seems to become worse from him already spiraling just a little bit about how Lee is taking this*

Į̷͈͎̰͉̥͈̱͎̬̫̥̜̆͊̽̏͌̏͂͌̋͊̍̍͗͘̚ͅ-̵̢̦̗̗̘̺̳͖͎́ ̴̮͙̲̣́͘͝nő̶̧͚͚̜͙̭͇̝̭̞̿̃̑͜ͅ ̸̧̞̘̫̺̪̭̯͓̓̏͌̍͑͗n̸̛̛͈͍̰̘̺̫̟͉̰̯̤̳̻͉̂̈́̐͆͂̆̾͋͘ǫ̸̧̰̗̜͔̗͖̜̩̭̐̆̄̋̈͌!̸̭̫̻̃̽͂͛̏̓͋̑̃̆̓̉̚̕̕ ̵̧̩̯̙̻̏̓͐̈́͐̔͂͗̾͗͐Ỉ̶͙̰͈̹̲͓̱̯̈́͊͒͊̐̾͑ͅ ̶̨͍͉͛w̵̼̩̔̎̄́̈̂͝͠a̵̯͔͊̆͐̉́̿́̂̍̔̓̀͗͋̒ș̸̛̣̙̰̃͂̈̆́̔͒̄̊̓̎́̿̚n̵̹͙̤̰̦͂̆ͅ'̵̢̼̳̜̮̗̄̒̂̾͊͜ẗ̴̨̢̺̼̲̳͈̣̹͕̺̟̰́̚ ̵̨͔̣̗̹̩͇͇̘̏-̴̡͚̤͚̬̐̊͂̽̔̇̄̈̿͒͘͝͠ ̴̓͆̓̈́

g̴̟̳̳͈̙͕̮͈͙̠͈͑̔͌̆̏͒̕o̶̿̍͊͘͠ḋ̷͖̹̹̮͇̓̔́̾̅͒̂̊͑̀͜͠͠͠ ̸̧̨̛̳͙̱̩̬̜̲̜͕̇̓̓̄̍̄̚͜d̶̙͔̳̉̎̔̓̑̑̍̏̂͐̕͜͠a̶̡̢̢̨̼͔͇̼͈͑̽͑̄̈́͐̈͒̈́͐̊̒͝m̸̨̘̠͎͔͔̞̻͕̣̼̰̠̎̒ͅṇ̶̫̙̮͛ ̷̢̘̫̦̝͕͙͈̙̻̬̏̇̾̉̊͂͒̚ͅỉ̴̥̖̮͚͉̮̯̺̠̘̀̐̓t̵̨̢̛͖̲̟̝͚̰̯̜̍̽́͗̀̀̄͘͘̚̕ͅ ̴̹͇͎̳̦̭̼̳͌͑̆̈́̏̃̚̚C̴͠h̶̬̮̎̌̐͌̂̀̊͝͝ͅā̸̡̨̛̼̣̞̖̀̑͠n̵̲͓̙̭̮͉͈̼͙̜̠̑̅̆̇͊̈̀͂͐̔͑̅̈́͒͝ç̵̢̧͕̪̻͇̮̻̩͙̓̓̐̃̄̒͒̅̇͒̓͒è̸̛̫̣͍͖̝̹͕̞̈́̒̅̂̎͌̆̓̾̔̆̅͐!̴͔̩̖͈͚̺͍̺̠̖̾̒͂̿̓͐̀̾́̚

( @showstopper-homeowner)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance puts his hands up defensively]

Oh- no no I didn’t mean while we were cleaning! You started glitching afterwards, not during! We were sitting here, and then it started- nothing about the cleaning was involved!

[He glances nervously at Lee]

[glitch-parker]

*He firmly grabbed him by the shoulders and loudly whispers*

Ň̶̤̗̞̻̩̬̃̓̒̈́̏̄̐̒̈̈́̏̀̈́͑̀o̴̧̢̩̲̤̗̲͈͉̎́̏̍͠t̵͙͔̹̟̪͓̯͋̀̂̆̔͌̏̾̚͜͝ ̷̬̞͌̋̿̉̆̿̊̕̕͠h̶̯̻͍̜͈͖̲̦̫̞̹̀̂̎͗̄̔́͐̔̕ȩ̶̢̖̠͖̭̟̮͓͛͜͝ͅl̵̛̞̂͒̽͂̒̑̅̀̒̚͝p̶̺̾̎̀̆̿̊͗̏̆į̶̗͎̝̭̪̙͈̩̫̹̫̮͙̤͚͐̑̐̽n̶̳̗͇͓͉͙̯̝̫̻̼̎̔͜ͅģ̷̥͖͓̘̠̟͙̬̩̫͈̝̣̳͉̣̙͆̿̀̎̐͗̉̌͐͌̂̿̈̈̚ !̶̨̟̘̖̥̬̜̹͍̐͌͗̄̄̀̌͂̚

// *sigh* what did I tell you about him not knowing he glitches in his sea of denial that surprised me sometimes!))

[nat-20-on-perception]

I’m sorry!! It’s- I’m saying that incase Lee sees something we can’t, that- seems to happen a lot-

[He tries to lie smoothly, but is fairly obviously nervous about all of this.]

//Hes trying his best /silly

[glitch-parker]

*Parker let's go of him and pitcher his temple in frustration. Parker wouldn't be surprised if his headache didn't leave for a weeks after this*

//which one? ... / Half joking. Also /silly

[deactivated-blog]

...Uhm.

// chance, cmon buddy. dont lie to us

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance attempts to ignore the mods. Not very well though. It’s obvious he hears them as he keeps glancing around every time they speak to whatever direction their voices come from. His voice comes out quieter.]

Parker I… think we need to tell Lee. It’s- not for anything bad, it’s just- there’s something we know and- he just wants to help take care of it, you know-?

//Come on, chance. Acknowledge them.

you’re making me look crazy, Cupid-

//Meh, that’s what comes with being aware.

[glitch-parker]

*Parker was not paying attention at all to Chance seeming crazy. His head hasn't stopped hurting since well everything. He wished he could have just gone back. Back to beginning the day. Beginning of yesterday where they played games, it seemed fine. Maybe even the beginning of the week or whatever day it was at this point. Today was definitely his worst of the days he's ever lived he sure of it.*

T̵͕̣̟̎͋̓̓͝e̶̳̗̖͌͊l̶̳̙̰͔̯̑l̷̛̰̹̃̐̾̽͑̈ ̶̹̟̝̆̄h̷̛̙̾̾̆̔͛i̸͕͎̿͂͜m̶̨̗̼͇̱̾͌̑͌͗͂̅ ̸̡͈͇̫̮͉͉͆̃͊̔w̸̢̦̯̐̒̐̀̀͝͠ͅẖ̶̌͆a̷̻̮̽́t̵͓̲͊̒͂̾̊̊?̷͔̰͔̳͖̦̰̓͋̆̈̚ ̷̯̱͐͑̈̋̃ͅͅÀ̴̡̻͓̺̹̈́͂̌̇͘l̶̢̖͗͜͝l̸̢̲̰̬͚̍̏̽́̇ ̷̗͍̼̠̱̓͜ͅḩ̸͖̣̮̀̀̋͗̂̕i̶̭̇̊͛͌s̸̭͇͕͚̆̿ͅ ̴̨̡͕̬̫̏̽́̄̎̿͜ͅg̸̹̠̹̳̭͕̪̏̐͋͠á̷͔͕̫̗͋̈́̚̚m̶̱͉̥̀͜e̴̞̓̕s̷̨̯̼͔͖̭͐̉̓͠ ̷͓̝͌͐̕ş̴̛̼̰̒̄̈́̐͊̍ȋ̴̧͌̏m̵̡̡̗̖̞̃̾u̴͚͙͊̊̄̐̈́l̵̝͕̱̝̍͐͆̌̓͜t̶̰̲̼̲̽͗̐͠a̸͍̮̰͈̘̐͑͛n̸̢̢̢̻̪̦̅̂̕e̸̝̙̙̍̾̊͊̀̋͌o̶̰͋̽̓̉͐̽u̷̫̦̖̪̖͒s̸̫̪͚̈́̎̃̆͂̕l̸̞̫̝͈̿̍̂̈́y̶͍̭̫̣͐͗̋̈́̚ ̷̠̾̾̈́̏̈́̀͝d̶̢͎̻̫̈ĩ̶̥s̸̜̲̤͙͌͒̈́̍́̆̕ap̶͎̖̳͖̲͇̖͐̈́̚͝p̷̘̼͎̤͈̺͌e̸͍͍̦̘̿̈́͗̈́a̵̧̞̩͙̅̐̂̐́r̶̡̳̗̗͗̈̈́͆̂͋͋ë̷̱̻͛̇d̸̨̳̠̯̮̜̹̾ ̸̞̀õ̸̖̳̠̪͒͝ͅŕ̴̘̍͋̉͆͝ ̷̥͖͔͙͙̫̌͝m̷̘͍̍̀̇̽͂ǎ̸͎̝̟̳̯̫̱̀̇͠y̸̙̖̳͒̈̃́̈́͝b̷̨̮̤͛̇̓̾̈̍e̷̙̓̈́̅̓͌ ̴̧̧̫̲͒̓̂͊n̶̞̣̱̜̉͑͑̓͋̚͝ͅė̵͇̹̼̐͋̌́̚͠v̶͙̲̮̂̋́͗ë̵̖̩͎͎̭͚́͒͑̅͜͠ȓ̸̛͓̉͛̀͂ ̵̡̥̯͙̗̓̎͑̕͜ͅĕ̸̠͖̬̫̌̀̊̈́̋̕x̴̡͍̞̞̹̂̈̾̽̀̿͝i̶̢̹̳̙̪̘͉̎͌͛s̷͖͉̙̰͌̈́̐́͝͠ẗ̴̻̫̪͈̮̹́͑͛̋̍̂e̶̡͖͓͈͓̯̼̓̃̓́̉͘d̶̢̠̩̤̞̱̱͗͝ ̸̡̤͔̲̐͌̓̃̚d̶̢̧̦̬̪͆̿͠ͅe̵͖̩̯̫͛̌̽s̶̟̬̩̭̆̏͠p̶̹̒̂i̵̙͙͂̑̂t̷͍̫̩͍͂̍̓̍͘̕͝ḕ̵̞̞́̐ ̵͚̟͋͋̎́m̷̱̭͇̜͎̠̌́̽̎́̓̕e̸̛͇̬̤̊̌̄̋́͗ ̶̥̿̀̎p̷͉̩̤̝͒̀̈́ͅl̷͚̝̦̠̘͚͈̒̆͒̅͘͝͝a̶̛̰͌̽͗̍͊y̷̨̰͓̹̪̲̏̾i̸̡͓̫͊͝n̷̰̜̬͇̐̆̿̊̾̆g̷̳̮͚̀̾͌́̿̅ ̵͍̯̩̦̺̟̪̽̋̈́͐͝t̸̨̪̦͑̅̋ͅh̴̠̀̿͑́̚͠ę̵̹͈̖͌̅̕͜m̴̹̦̠̫̟̲͉͊͒͒!̵̘̜̣̻̤̥́̄̑͋ ̷̯͍̞͌̒̆̅͊̐͘͜B̶̢̦̺͓́͑e̷̟̼͙̍͗̈̊̇̂̈ȉ̸̩̳̯͉̲̍͊n̶͚̙͎̭̗̑͑̈́͜ġ̴̨͖͗̕ ̶͎͂ţ̸̢̼͔̞̪͌h̸͇̽̔̉̽́͝ê̵̛̬̼̬̊̍͆̚m̵͙̘̙̱͓̼̪̓̐̊̇̈́!̷͔̱͚̯̉

//one point for Parker zero for his sanity))

H̴̨̰̺̜̦̋̈͝e̸̠͇̥̯͚̎̈́̚ͅ ̶̗̓̈́̊̋̑̈̉c̸͖̜͍̜͕̓̀a̶̪̩̞͋̅̅͑̓̀ņ̴̩͎̠͓̑̎̋͘'̸̿̎͂̂̀̕͜t̴̤̟̲̫͖͚̹̆͂̈́̏͑ ̴̳͕͘̚d̸̖͔͎̹̫̯̮̋̐o̵̢̯̱̫̠̩̓͆̊͆̋̈́͜ ̷͉̮̬̱̞̰͉̍̑͝a̶̧͓͈̪͂̈́̋̄͝n̷̡̩̯͖̬͑͠ỳ̴̘̰̹͎͈̗̾̉̑̅t̶̥̕h̷̲͗̒̅́̍͘ͅi̴͚̹̅͆̍͆̑̄̉ǹ̶̻͎͉̤͔͠g̴̺͋͒!̴̡̧̩̫̌̾͗̄̂͝ ̵͚̬͎̼́̂̌͌͒̈͝ͅŶ̷̢̱͕̺̇͊ǒ̵̖͛ư̷̩͈̙̙͕̐̎͑̈́͑ ̷̙͈̺̥̓̈́̓̚č̸̨̨͉̪̞͓̋͋͝a̴̱̞̜͇̬͇̥͐̽̑̊͂͑ǹ̷̹̝̟̭̈̈́̉͐̈́͛͜'̴̰̩̰̪͉̀t̴̙̭̥̄͊͘ ̶̠̐͌̌̎̊̋a̶̡͓̠̲̮͋́̿̎n̴̢̖͉̬̱̾͑̌̀͝ͅy̶̡̢̨̦̼̖̤͐͐͝t̶̠̬͊̇̓̄́̓̓h̵͎̳̼̣̙̞̠̒͐̀͗̕i̵̧̟̰͕̹̿́̊͌̃̈n̸̜̹̙̓̈̑̏̀̕g̴͇͛́̋̀̋!̷̧̢̲͈̟̹̌̅͒͝ ̶̟̔̽̈Á̴̯̪̤̘͍̣̓͝͝ǹ̸͈͍̠͎͓̼͗̌͒͜͝d̸͖̬͓͉͓͍̉ ̵͆̓̇̂̋ͅI̵̥̅͊̔͐́ ̴̢̤̜̱͍͆͐̏̔͗̍͘C̴̱̚Ă̷̪͇͇̹̣̟͛͒̏͂̽Ņ̷̰̯̊̿̈́̃́̅̚'̶͔͇̬̗̳͍͖̓̄̎̒Ṱ̷̟̈́̄̇ ̴̲͆̎̅͑̿͊̚d̶̯͕͍̭̰̼̼̋̓̃̑͒̐o̸͙͖̘͖͔͋͒͌͊͑͝ ̶̛̭̺̓̕ã̵̘̤̞̟̌̊̍̽n̸̻͓̙͋̍̅̾͝y̶̨̢͔̠̘̋͊̉͆t̵̻̣̥̠̺̐̐̀h̸͇͇̺̼͈̉̅i̵̢̳̭͍͐̓̓̌͗͘͝ͅn̷̡͍̂̈́͌g̶̪̑͂͝!̷̙̗͉̀͗̅̔̀.̷̛̞̌̆̃͘̚͝.̴͙̞͎̃̎̍.̸̡̠̣͋̋̍͛̈́͋̚͜ͅ

*His words seem to hit him like a truck. He weekly moves back until he feels the wall sliding down it gripping at his head from the headache*

W̶̮͚̐̾̕͝ḩ̵̙̞̣͔̙̘̤̈́̌͊̚y̴̢͕̏̉̈́̿͠.̸̡̙͇̔̂.̸͝-

̴̘͍̈́̿́̇͠W̶̛̦͕̍̀̏̋̾͐̆h̷̭̣͚͖̲̭̥͆͋y̸̨̲̗̜̳͍̼̍̽̀̀̚͝ ̴̮̖̣̗̬̼̃̃͝d̷̫̽̐̔̈̓̕͝ơ̴͙̰̲̗͈̫̈̄̍́̀͝ ̶̨̡̢͇̣̰̈́̌͐́k̶̹͋ẽ̴͓̫ę̴̛̹̻̪̎́̇͗͆͘p̷̳͐̄̊͐͝͝ ̸̳̥̱̪͈̥̠̝̃͋̈́̌s̴̨̟͕̝̥̹̈́̃a̵̢̛̳͚͕̬͛̐̐y̷̩̟̤̗͖͉͓̬͋̀̉̓̀̈́͠i̵̜͙̘̖̝̥͐̽̎͜ͅn̵͛̂́͛͜g̷̢̨͍͈̠̼̥̯̐͋̈́̆ ̸̙̖̾̃̈́̏͑̕t̷̛͈̽͊́h̷̬̜̙̋̅̈́͊̓͝ą̷̖̊ṫ̴̨̖̲͍̩̠̏͆͛̅̅̕?̷́̚.̶̮͔͙̦̬̭͓̽͛͑̈́̂̅̽́͜..̶̢̖̯̖͎͎̆͑̒̊̅̈́̚͜͝ͅ ̷̣̩͈̀Ẁ̴̨͓̫͆h̸͍̘́̿͗̅a̵̭͑̇̒̊̋͝͠t̵͎̮̙̂ ̴̡̡͚̮̭͕͆ḏ̵̼̙̙̙̂͒̽͑o̶̢̗̳̤̼̲͗̎͂̈́̈́͝ ̷͇͍̘̼̞̘̿y̵̺̺̤͕̙͙͎̙͌̒̈́̚͠o̷̫̬̅̍ū̴̧̟͈̘͎͕̤̃̇̓̌͒́͝ ̵͙̙̽̽̀̄̎̍̾͆ḵ̴̛̼̗̮͉̥͗̅̃̎̍̂͜ń̵̠̥͉̝̞̬̗͒̂̂̐̋́o̶̘̮̮͈̺̦̠̓͊w̵̞͙̞͆̈́̆͒̍̕̕-̶̯́͑ ̶̲̞͉͇̙̭͊Ẃ̷̭̤͈͘ȟ̸̘̬̪͎̘͉̔͛a̶͕̓̅̆̽̓̔ẗ̸͓̦̘́̊̌͠ ̶̥͍̓̓͝d̴͙̪͇̰̯͑̏͒͂̃̀̒͜o̷̮̯̩̥̓̑̿͊͝n̵̳̺̪͖͉̣̯̍̉͑͐̑'̷̣̩̩̦̩̮̄̏̎̃͋̀ͅṭ̵͍̚ ̶̯̈́̃͂̄̓̽̂͠Į̴͍̩̖̖͙͗͆ ̶̟̓k̵̙̹̞̬͙͔͛n̸̯͓̲̯͐o̸͍̯̘͊̃w̷͖̫͈̩̰̓̏̐̀͑̈͜͝?̷̨̫̖̹̜͛́̚͝!̴̨͍͍̤̿̑̆̿ ̴͕̌̌̒̿́̑

*He was pleading he was scrunched up on the ground which made his whole body seem like just a giant glitch ball*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance looks over at Lee. He’s looking for a yes or no on if he should tell Parker.]

I… debated on it earlier. Just tell me if I should.

[deactivated-blog]

I... Go ahead. He... He needs to know.

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance nods. He approaches Parker, reaching out to put a hand on Parker’s shoulder.]

You’re gonna have to work with me on this, okay? It’s going to seem crazy, but… knowing can help. The more you know, the less it can affect you, I think.

[He takes a deep breath, pulling back out the glitching dice.]

Do you remember when I brought up this to you? How I rolled for perception and then suddenly could hear other people that didn’t seem to exist? It… apparently, there’s more to it.

[He puts the dice aside.]

That wall. You said you looked through it once. Thats letting you see your mod. The person I keep talking to whenever it seems like I’m talking to nobody is them. I have one too, their name is Cupid. Lee has one, and so do Holly and Hector. You’re the first I think to actually see their mod. So… I’m going to tell you what that means.

[He sighs softly, obviously worried about how Parker will react.]

We found out that we’re in a game. It’s… weird to know, but it explains everything. Why everyone has been quiet, why your games are disappearing… everything. Your games used to exist, but because we’re in a game… they don’t. Because there aren’t any “sprites” as the mods call it to show what your games look like. Thats… that’s where your games went. Including Sandy Land. I…

[He paused, the continued]

I didn’t want to tell you because me and Holly found out by, well… chance. I rolled perception and began to see the mods as floating eyes, and now me and Holly can actually interact with ours now that they and some of voices explained what’s going on. That’s why you heard me call the voices ‘Askers’ or ‘Anons’ because… that’s what they are.

[He pulls back, just incase Parker preferred being alone after hearing all of this.]

Do you need me to tell you more? I can try to explain more of it, if you want.

[By now, his glasses glitched even more, as well as the clasp of his cloak, further hinting to the point as he mumbles about a headache himself.]

[glitch-parker]

*Parker's mouth flapped open and close a few times as he failed to understand anything of what he was saying*

N̷̡̡̻͎͙͔͚͎̘̖̹̘̝̰͓͔̝͊͌͐̑̎̏̇̚͜-̵̡̡̯͔̬͎̼͔̹̥̭̪̦̟͇̬̐͆̾̔͊̈́̔̐̈ ̸̛̗͖̥̟̟̲̲̻̼̉̆͗̀̂̐͗͊̍̆́̕͘̕͜͝͝n̴̨̡̪͚͇̩̓̿̒͗̍͂̃͝ơ̵̡̡̙̺͖͍̭̬͚̫͎̬̥̈́͐̈͆̆̾͛̕̕ ̶̦̭͉̠̻̩́̃̇͑̽͋̉͌̈͑̒̾͌̿̌̚͠͝ͅy̶̛͕̭̬̟͐͋̄͒͆̿̿̉̓̔̂̆̄̚͘͠ö̶͎̮̤́͊̍̎̎̚͝ų̶̡̯̼͙̬̩͚̜̱̥̜̪̼͎͙͋̈́́͆̂̔͆̈́̀̊̉̃ͅ ̸̨̧̥̪͖̘͍̥̣̦̔̔ͅṇ̷͛̃̅̀̈́͊͌e̷̳͗̄̈́̇v̸͚̲̻͉͍̗͖͎͌͒̇̏̍̐̇̓̈́̚͜͝ę̴̫̩̜̥̼̖̪͕̹͍̜̏̇́̋́̾̌́͛̈̅̎͘̚̕r̵̫̪̦͓͚͚̗͑͐̀͂̌̋͜͝-̸̬̲̖̝͖̀̂ ̵̡̣̬̼͍̰̟̰̟̩̲̻̞̥͙̲̟̭̍̿͐̐̀̔͑͂͜Ṭ̸̫̊͐͆̀͑͛̈͛̏̒h̵̨̢͚͚̅́̄̋̈͛́̀̍̏̕͘̚͠ͅȇ̶̛̙̺̭̜̥̓̈́̊͋́̂̚̚-̷̢̦͔̺͕̯̩̗̹̝͔͇̳͂́̋̌͐̓́̄́͋͊̊̐̈́̇̔̾͠͝ ̵̡̲͍̖̅̉͘W̶̡̲̼̜̖̯͙̽̂͂͒̄h̶̝̘̯̭̗͔̒̾͋́̔̋̓̑́̇̇͒̚͝͝͝a̸̛͔͚̺̼͕͊̓̀̏͗̀̈̏̌̓̀̀̈́͘̚͝ẗ̵̥̤͙̰̠͕̘̻́͛̆̌́̈́?̴͍̹̖͈͓̗̠̣̹̮͓̱̲̟̰̝͎́̃͛̽̋̑̈́̊̂̾̽͐́͑́̕͝͠

*He words came as unfinished thoughts failing to articulate anything. The confusion didn't leave as you explain the rest*

W̵̥̩̥̞͕͗̒̾͌̓́̑̿̌̏̒̾͆̒̎͘̚ḥ̸̡̛̥̮̼̺̫̞͍̣͖̹̳̻͒͆̀͘a̸̡̖̘͖̺͎̣͚͇̜̟̪͒͂͂̉ṫ̶̢̼̥̪͚͉̤̫̖͎̗̲͇͉̺̻̾̇̉̈̿̒͂̐̾͂͒-̴́̀́̽̌̇̈́̍̚̚̕͜ ̵̨͈̮̟̪̟̞̣͎͖̮̺̞̩̫͙͋̑͛̔͆̏͆̐̐͋͛̕͝͝ͅw̵̢̨̛͍̘̲̺̲̪̥̰͎͎̖͛̎̐̿̉͒̍͋͂͛̈̿͋͆̀͘̕͜͠ͅḫ̸͇̰̖̭̲̗̝̺͍̳̝̤͖͌̊́̏̉̒̏͒̇͋̇̈́̚ẩ̶̢̨̢͖̪̝̦͈̫̙̈̐͜ṫ̴̡̨̧̫̳̪̣͎̙̼̜̜͔̮̝̑͆͜ͅ ̸̤͓̦͕̪̼̮̙̱͕̭̖̘̮̭͌̾̌̆͋̎̎̍̄͘͜͝ͅà̷̡̡̛̝͖̫̺̪̠͓̲͂̒̂̔̄͘͘͜͝r̸̄̍̏̽͐̈͐͝͠e̴̡̬̳̮͙̭̭̺̳̜̭͉̝̬̻̝̪̙͕̅͐͒͗̊̓̑̃̄̇̂̒͆̑͘ ̷͇̩̙̊̾̅́̀̈́̽̍͘y̸̬͎̘̮͕̤͙̺̫̌̊o̶̹͍̖̲̱͇̺͙̦̣̱̰͙̾̈́͛͆͑̈́͑͘͜ṷ̴̢̡̩̗̖̻̰̬͙̃̋̾͂̓́̐͊̆͠ ̸̡̺͍͈̣̠̳̠̬͔̘̜̬̻̻̠̪̩̓̀̀̄̓̌̚͝o̶̧̠͊̀́̈́̀͐̕͝n̵͐̒͗̒͋͆͋̕͘͜ ̸̛̯̗͈̖̖̣͚̺̠̭̓͐̂̔͛̏͒͋͑͑̒̃̕̚͝͠͝ͅa̵̛͔̠̰̖̒͐͒̿̀͋̂̏b̵̧̨̛͈̻͙̙̖͕̝͎̭̫͔̦͉̺̩̎́̇̏̽͊̀͛͠ơ̶̢̛̬͉̬̰͔̹̏̇̅̾̊̑̓̓̾͐͒͆̚͠͠͝ű̴̢̜͖̯̬̯̖̮̿̃̅t̴̩̰͙͠!-̸̶̧̜̰͓̮̮̪̟͙̜͔͛͋̽̓̔͆̊͐͐̏̀̈͋T̴̛̟̲̙̳̥̈́̂̿̆̀̔̌͂͌͌̉̕h̶̞̥̺͎̳̽͘ą̴̨̛̫̲͈͙͖̥͖͎̬͗͒̔̀̐͛̀̀̈́͆̑̍͋̏̓̒̋t̶̢̢̡̛͖̥̦̙̣̣͖̙̠͖͖̞̝̦̬̓́̏͆̔̅̋̉̍̓͊̕͜ ̵̨̗̠̠̖̫͉͔̌͊̓̒̉̑̀͑̑͐̽̆͘͜͝͝ḑ̸͖̫̭͓̬̜͈̼̗̹̟̇̉̈́̂́̓͋̀̉̏̒͛̽͌́̕̚͝ỏ̸̙͈̻̺̯͓͈̻̖͐̾͗̇͜͝͝e̵̝̠̓̀̄̇̒͂̂͗ͅṡ̵͎̫̐̆͗͊̀n̴̡̛̳̫̬̺͙̝̣͚̹̬̣̫̂͐͌͂́͌̀͝'̴̡̧̹̮̠͕̜͚̹̠͓̐ͅẗ̶̢̛̛̻͙͍̱̩̣͓̣̼̤̫̄͛̈́̈́̓̈́̓͗́͆͗̕̚ ̸̨̰͆̐̄̉̑̔̏̏̄̀͆̄͐͌̍ḿ̴͇̞̜̻̦̹͒̂͌͘ą̵̟͍̣̣̻̜̙̱̞̣͎̇̈́̎͌̆͐̋̒̈̄̾͘̚͜k̷̹͕͙͍͕̫̂̄̈̿͠ë̵̢̠͙̦̱̤̱̲͉͍ ̸̪̠͕͙͔̳̥̠͎̰̺̥̭̗̹́̓͛͐̌̇͊͘ŝ̷̢̧̨̨͖͉̖̯͉̣̱̤̭͉̹̮̱̄̈͛̓̕͜ͅę̵̟̲̬̓̔ń̸̡͔̟͍̫̱̥͉̭͇̳͐̓̀́́̑͌͐̔̇̕͘ş̵͍̭͙̰͇̈̔̔͐͌̌̆̎͆͘͜ē̸̱̞͖̮͉̺͔̠͉̗̿̃̈̃̇͗̉́̇̋͘̚͠ -̸̧̆̆

̵̼̞͉̺̿L̷̛͙̳̬͖̳̰̘̍̊͋́͛̓͐̽͗͒͂͒͋̒̚̕e̵̡̗̪̗̫͚̬̟̪̘̪͈̊̈́̃ę̷̧͈̞͎̤̩̟̭̺̫̖̦̞͈̗͚̖̏͘!̸̮̅́̅͑͆̓̄̓̅̈̂͌͐͋̑̚ ̷̨̖̺̗̼͔͚̝͙̫̳͉͕͈͕̥̬̂̂̀̀̀̌͊̎̿̑́̒̆̑́͝

*He suddenly called reaching out to him but just as quickly as he tried to get up he stumbled back grabbing his head leaning against the wall again*

w̸̡͚̱̬̮̦̪̟̼͆̈́̈́̍̅̏̇̑̿́̐́̆̈́͜ȩ̵̗̥͕̥̩̲̩͚̤͌͋̈́̓̑̅̏͑̓͝ ̵͔̒̎ p̶̹͍̜̞̫̬̻͎͒͆̂́͗̅̊̈́͂͌̋̿͗̇͌̍̋̚̕͜l̴̨̧͖͎̭͚̼͇̆̾̇̇̊̌̏͘̕ȃ̸̡̛̳̰̻̮̲̙̙̫̹̠̩̻͎͚͓̽̅̀͒̚̕ͅy̷͓̤̮̰͕̞̠͔̤̹̓͌̿̉̉̇̇͜ ̴̢̛̲͎͉̹̞̼̳̜͌͐̈́̉̍̈͂̓̓͘͜͝͠m̷̘͖͇̰̗͉̦͗͌̀̂͐̈́͋͌̚͜ͅ-̵̡̛̥̯͔̮̫̹̞̬̳̞̜̺͔͚͇̏̐̈̒̎̿ͅ ̸̱̈͂͆̂͒̏ͅm̶̨͍̯͇̖̄́͌̏̔̑̔̀̓̐͋͂͘y̴̧̭̙̮̳͔̬̳̭̜̭͎̪̖͈̹̣̰͗̅̎͋̍̆̀̔̈͂̒̊͐̀̈́̎͘͘ ̴̢̧͉̣͕̺͎͈͖̦̩͉̘̒̽͂͑̈́̈͑̎̒̇̃̈́͐͐̈́̚͘g̸̛͎̓̽̇͝a̷̢͉̪̙͈̬̣͈̦͓̍̔̌̓́̽̕͜m̵̫͉͍̿̇̌͐̈̍̀̅̕͝e̸̡̨̡̛̻̣̲͔̗̙̠͓̞͖̭̥͚̟̠͌́͑͐̈́̃͐̚͜ş̸̛͙̗͓͈̙̱̬̗̞̼̩͂̐̀̑̆͋̂̌͋̍̀̄̽̓͂͒ ̸̡̬͓̩̦̙́̆̈͛̋́̿͌̏͑̋ḅ̷̧̢͔̭̲̥͍̟͔͇͖̗͊͌̌̍̓͜͜͝ͅe̵̢̼̬͓̠̜̯̱̠̣̯͉͚͋̀͊̀͜ͅf̶̛͕̞̱̈́͛ͅǫ̸̹͇̠̙̺̝̼͋̽̐̀̃̈́̆͂̃̋̏̇ͅŕ̴̫̳̲̐e ̵̢̦̰̯͑́̓̽͆͌͂̀̅̃͆̏̋̔̂̅̽͘ ̷̡̢͍̳̮͇͇̩̹̩̩̖̫͙̱̜̄̔͌̽̽̓̇̓̉̉̊͌̏̕͜͜͝ͅr̴̨͙̹̦͙̝̻͇͇̣͇̹͑̊̅͊̎̽̓̃̓̉͛̄i̶̧̝̲̪̺̫͕͖͍͖̩̺̔̈ͅg̵͔͙̮̽̽͌̓̓͋̑̉̌̒̓͊̚͠h̵̖̠̥͚̘̹͉̞̼́̑͜t̷͕́̈͌́̀̋ͅ!?̵͎̖̾͊̈́͂̏̑̈́͛̋̒̎̌̋͑͛̓̑̅̕ ̶̬̗̋̾̒̑̆̓̿͐̍͂̂̇̌́́Ś̵̕̚â̴͈̝̤̩̭̫̞̺͉̻͙̱͍͖̖̹̆̄̂̊̆̎̕ͅn̸̹͇̩̽͛̿̽͗ḑ̵̯̯͈͙̬̜̮͔͙͈̩̞̺̉͌̀͌̓̃̊̃́͑̋̈͑̌̿͜͝y̵̛͙̹͗̓͗͊͝ ̸̨̞͇͚͎͚̥̞̮̺̹̥͇̫̇͆̈̈́͆̋͌̿́̀̐͘̚͜͜͠L̶̪̳͈̯͙͖̬̯̠̺͎͍̟̃̎̇͑̉̃̇̓̅̈́͌̌̕͜a̵̛͎̠͛̏̌̏̈́͑̔̕̚n̴̡̩̺̯͔̘͈͍͇͍͙͕͙͌̊̓̂̏̑͂̐͌̋͗̕d̶̨̧̡̢̜̱̱̪̮̄̾̎̋̅̄͘͜͜͝,̵̢̝̠̖̜̩̞̬̩̦͈̱̖̬̤͎̑̿͋͛͒̈́̑̀̄͊͘͘͜͝͝ ̸̧̛͎̤̻̱̬̮̔C̷̡̢̢̨̣̲̘̜̮͇̼͈͍͎͕̞̭̈́̽ͅͅh̵̗̥͕̹̠͙̳̩͓̲͇̩̲͈̉̀̈́̏̿͊̈̿̂é̶̛̪͖̬̖͓̥̙̻̦͚̖̔̍͌̑̀͋͂͆͋̊̎̒̈́̚͠s̸̘̻̞̲͚͍̖̗̤̥̗̜͈͉̭̲̓̾͗̽̔́̽̊̄̚͜ŝ̸͙̹̼͕̤̫̫̟̈͋̌͆͋̀̕͝͝͝,̵͎̟̞̬̃̿͐͑̌̔̈́̒͆̓̇͂́̽͜͝ ̴̢̧̠͓̰̘̖̺̻̤̠̲̼͇̗̈̀̑̕͝͠ͅC̴͋̓͗̒͂̋̐͗̽̇͛͆̓̂̇͜ṟ̶̼̜̹̉͗̉̚e̸̢̢̫̼̫͖͎̲͍̭̞̳̳͎̫͈̽͗̈́̅͐͒̏̉͒a̴͉̩̤͆͒̓̾͋͂̑͊͛̏̆͘̚͝m̸̧̡̧̥̻̬̲̼̖̲̖̪̼̭̺̾͆͂̇͌͆͝͝ͅ ̷̧̜̥͉̭͍͎͚͎̭̞̽̎̆̐̀̅͛̈C̸͔̩̦̺͖͂̊͗̓a̴̪̘̹̺͈̠̭͎̣̣͉̣̤̪̼̳̘͒̿̈͜p̴̛̛̳͎͇͔̫̞̺̫̽́̅̊̀͊͘̕͝ỉ̴̦̮͍̅̀ͅţ̴̢̧̢̡͍͎̘͎̹̻̱̣̯͖͉̓̔͌͜ã̷̛̱̘͖̿̂͐̑̌̋̔̈́͗̇̾͝͝l̷̡̨̠̖͉̹̺͈̲̮̰̋̊̿̒͗̄̈́̾̈́͐̚i̶̢̪̹̭̺̜̱̬͚̅̇̿̾͋̆̃̍̍̅ś̶͖͇͚̮̭̖̝̰̙͙̟̙̘̓̓͜t̶̙̰̘̫͇́̔̾́̂͐̀̇̽̋͐͠!̴̨͙̪̺̙͙̰̬̯̥̜̺̲͙͙̥͉̓̈́͆̂́̈́͆̐̀̑͜͜ ̶̡̖̯̳̳̘͉̗̺̼̗̖̈́͑͠Ä̵́̎̉ḻ̶̦̪͙̹̟̝̀́̓̒̓̈̌̌̄̆̔̓̓̅ļ̶̡̗̦̥̤͔̻̲̝̣͍̗̞͖̳̆̎͐̉̒̌̿̅̎͛̇̌̂̋́̈́͘̚͝ͅ ̸̠̖̊͋͐̿́̄̈͌̑̀̾́̓̓̆̑̆̉͘ỏ̵̧̢̟͓̯̞̦̟̤̰̞͊͛̀̑̀͜f̵̡̤͙͙́̏͑̈̀ ̷̬̗̮̮͕̫̪̲̯̲̭͈͚̰͕͑̀͐͗̋̈̓̀͜ͅį̵̢̛̤̥̣͎̯̑̅́̾̓͌̍̏̀͋ṯ̶͉̺̝͓͓̥̣͍̰̣͍̮͍̣̲́̓͛͊̍!̵̺̿͆̇̐̿̑͊͘̚̚ Ỹ̴̞̮͎̓̀̔ö̵̟̜̫͔͔͎́͛̑͋̇u̷̳̲͙̦̹͓̹̽̌̀̌͘ ̸̝̝̯̱̫̮̪͙̑͂̍͒̎̕͝͠c̶͍̲̑́̀͝a̵͈͉̟̗̐̔̍̕͜ṅ̸̛̥̓̂̚ ̴̭̭̝̜̭̘̺͂͒͊͌̕c̶̠̖̟̫̎́̔̓͑͛̾̀ö̶͍̙͉͇͎͚͔́͆̒̂n̵̺͎͉̭̑̑̕͜f̸̛̯̙̻̱̯̐̔͋͂̾́͋į̴̩̟͉͙̻͗̈́ŗ̶͇͓̈́͂͑͘m̴͈̰͍̤̓͜͝ ̶̨̹͋͒͘h̵̛̰̘͖̻̹̬́̏͌̊̂̅̊o̸̱̘̝͊̾̄͋̆̌̽w̵̪̙̰̰͆ ̴̗̽͜c̴̞͇͕̻̿̂̇r̵̢͈̭̥̥͚͋͛͋̐̒̐á̶́̀̎̄z̸y̷̔͆̒̾̓ ̴̡̎̉̃̑͘h̵̛̟̯̩̺̹̙́̿̔ȩ̶̨̥̬͔͈̥̀̀͛̓͘͝ ̴̟̬̑͌̀s̴͍͒͌où̵͓̱̳̤͕̻̒̽̃n̵͉̬̒ds̷̹̪̮̱̣͕͐̄͜͝

( @showstopper-homeowner)

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Chess is real. Sandyland and Cream Capitalist... aren't.

Lee rubs the back of his neck, wincing as he rubs against a small circle scar on his neck.

But... That's neither here or now. I... I'm trying to, undo this. I'm no coder, but surely I can fix this... I have to. I hate seeing you guys like this.

[glitch-parker]

B̴̹̩̣̪̏̌̾͐̈͘̕̕͘-̶̛̭̲̦̦̿̏̀͋͐͆͘͠͝͠ ̸͙̼̦̗͋́̌̐͂͌̾b̸̥̲͕́͐̍̓̚͜u̶͇͔̭̣̖̿̈́̿̾̐͗̂̽̓͜t̷̙̾̍̓̈́̐̾̊͋̂͝͠ ̵̛̦̤͕̜͇̩͖̀̋̇̓͒̾͋ͅͅẃ̵̫͚̱̘̊ę̶̛͊̓̏̿̈́͂́ ̶̥͖͈̰̩̟́̀̎̓́̑͆̌͆̑͝p̵̖̩̻̤͇͎̪̗̀͑́̉͂̂́̕͝͝ĺ̴̨̧̳͉͔͇̞̖̘̥͛͋̈́͑̈́̔̚͜͠å̴̛̤̗̲̼̺͒́͆̽y̸̨͉̥͎͉̙̩͎̗̒̏̍̚̚̕͜ͅ ̸̧̘̠̫͇͐i̷̡͙͈͚͒̐͌̇̆̎̀ţ̸̢̧̪̥̰̦̱͕͉̟̟͐́̃̊͑̇͑͆͝͝͠ ̷̲͇͊̈̍̾͘t̶̢̩̼́̏̽͆̋̄́̑͘o̶̙͖͂̃ͅǧ̵̯͎̪̬̘̣̲̮͈͗̄̍͝ḛ̵̡̡̦͕̟͚͈̹̙̐̐̀̓̈́́͌̑t̴̛͙͙̫̙̀͛̀̏͂̒͊̚͝͠h̶̉͆er̸̳͖̩̠͔̆͒̽̄͂̈́͛͂͝!̸̨̨̀ ̶̪͉͉̬̤͕̘͛T̶̠̳̜̰͚̆͗̍̉͆͜h̵͎̏̐̓̅ǎ̶̛̞t̴͗̔̋̔̂̆̈́̆͝-̷̎͋̎ ̷̬̄̈́̈͂̅̆̿̚t̵̨̧̤̪͙͈̺̹̘̱͉̟̀̆͑̈́̓̅͊̾̚̕ḥ̷̝́̋̀̒̅̈́̕͜ͅa̷̰̻̩̗̹̹͉̥̝̟̋̐̔̌̌̀̈́͛̊͊͋͜͜t̴̯̱̾̑̾ ̵̨̖͇̥͇̖͕͓̫̗̝͓́́́͊͛̎̈́̔̿͘͝ḧ̵̢̧͖̻̲̘̥́̋͑̀̆̑̽̍͛̀͠ö̴̘̱́̿́̀̌̒̎͊̀͗̚ͅw̸͖̑̈́͐͜ ̸̨̨̞̗͙̀̔̉̀̈́w̵̢̜̬̦̄́͘͜e̵̘̣͕̟̙̩̤̅͜͝'̵̧̖̟̹̲̔͝v̶̩͍̈́́̄̐̌͘ę̸͇̲͓̝͍̬͍̠͗͆̏̉̈́̓͝ͅ ̸̨͍̜̮͖̝͔͈̪̘̰̖̇͊͌̒̇͂̃̅ḅ̵̈̒̔̀̅̋͗e̴̩͚̲̩̻̻̒̉̀͛͛̆̕͜͜c̸̛̼͈̖̱̞̗̱̻͐̽̋̑́͂̈́̏̓̐͝o̶̡̧̟̝̲̫̮̤̜̟͍̽̈́͗́̏͆̑͛̑ͅm̵̻̞̉͋͂͊́͒͌̚͝ė̴̦͍͕̳͎͔̩͑́͘̕͝͝ ̶̡̛̬͈̱͉̤͔̣̋͒̽̆͂̀͝b̷̩̭̺͖͆̽̈́ę̷̨͓̲̳̳͚̞̣̟͎͂̿̽̾̆̊̀̚͜s̵̨͂ţ̷̻̄̄́͗̄̿͛̆͐e̴̛̙̬̓̎͗͆̽̒ͅs̶ f̴̧̛̳͇̟͔̼͎̩̬̜̹̀̓͜ö̴̘̱́̿́̀̌̒̎͊̀͗̚ͅ ̴̧̞͉̦̘͚̦̹̠͊͆̾f̴̧̛̳͇̟͔̼͎̩̬̜̹̀̓͜r̸̨̛̖̪̳̪̠̱͖̘̬͊̿̄̅̀̐͑̒̿͘͜ͅi̶̦̗̣̘͙̅̌́̒̿ê̸͉̞̱̬̫̟̺̩͜͝ň̷d̵̰͉̩͐̉̃̏̒́̋̆̓̐̀s̸̰͌̑̄̾̈́̏̈̈͑̀̔͠!

̵̨͍̹̳̹͉͋͆̒́̍ͅW̷̧̠̜̱̲̣̘̼̣͊̕e̴͎͕͕͓̘̰̰̎́̓̒͒ͅ ̵̼̻̫̘̐̓͑͋͜ͅp̵̨̨͕͎̫͈̠̞͕̬̱̄̑ͅl̵̒̎́͒͊a̸̪̱͗̈́̍̓̑̌̉̄̑͑͘͝y ̴͖̟͚͉̩̰͓̮̀̈̉͜ẗ̴͙̘̻̝͕̹͓̞͇́͛̄͠͝ĥ̵̞͔̘̫̻̥̻̎͒͒̆̌̚o̶͖͎̙̺̲̺̻̠͈̝̰̔̀́̇̒̽̓̎̀͋̅s̶͍̣̐̈̃ę̶̜̹̣̫̭̜̬͓̿̄̇͘͠ ̵͚̀̒̉̑͑̚ͅt̵̡̨̞̒̇͂h̶͚͙̎͆̕̚͜r̸͇̖̜͈̚ee̵̛̺̘͉̳̣͖͕̮̥͌̂̋ ̶̞͇͆̋̚͝ͅg̶̨͍̘̫̩̝͉͔̥͚͍̿͆͛̎͂͐̕͝ą̵̤͙̪̪͎̼̟̮̼̮̓͊̋̓̔̈́͗̓̉̐̕͝m̷̼̻̥̮̬̦̾̔̃̅̓̃̄̿͊͋̓͌e̸̼͕͌̿̎̋̈s̵̛̖̻̀̌̂͜ ̵̦̤͎͇̳͚̙͚̠̹̻̈́̏͂ą̸͉̻͖̞̿ņ̴͉̰͛͑͂̉́͌̕̕ḋ̶̼̤̽̍̓̂̓̅̓ ̵̨̉͛͒̏̾̓́ŗ̸̜͔̗̩̈́̌̃̽̌̎̄̈́̑̈́͠͝ͅờ̴̬͎̤͖͔̝̼͉̃̍̈́̂͆̀͒̇̚͜ͅll̵̨̡͔̹̲̳͙̣̳̬̠̣̀̆̈̚ ̸̹̱̜̯̪̀͂̒́̀́̀ ṫ̶̟̼̬̬̜͉̯̀̎̆͊̍͝͝h̷̟̗̣͇̲̭̰̏ě̴̡̩̮͙̲̏̅͋̎̍̀́̇ ̴̛͔̯͕͙̹͗̅͊̈́̔͆͌̑͝ḏ̸̢̛̭͕̱̺̬͍͚̔ͅi̷̤̟̩̫̰̗̩̜͗̀̅̇͗͊ͅc̸̡͖̮̦̼̲̠̔̎̌ë̵̜͚͎̈!̸̤͓̝͖͈͚̭͔̀̎͛͛̄͋̾͘͠͠ ̴͔̠̥̘̼̘̈́͑̇̾̍̂̀́͝͠Ţ̴̝͖̼̼̂ͅh̶͉̬̓̉̊̈̈́̀͂̂̒̚ä̸̖͖̣́̔̌͝ţ̶͓̝̱̠̱̉͒̑ş̶̢̛̰̗̻̪̻̭͈̼̮̞̇̅̊̒͒̉́̆̉̇̑ ̶̧̡̰͕͍͈̰͑t̵͓̾̈́͆͊̂͋̐͐̚͝h̸̺̆̿̐͆̓̉͂͑͘e̷͍͂̃́̀̈́̂͌̾̚ ̴̩̦̰̘̥̲̙̺͓͓̄̔̃̎̎Ȓ̷̨̟̟̙̟̗̖͕̀̇̕͜Ứ̷̛̫͉̜͖̱͙͆̈̄̃̎̀͝͠͝L̴̼̘̞̞̬̯̠̦͎͇̙͙̒̓̑͐̏Ẹ̷̤͕̭͔̪͋̉͌͑͝S̷̢̠͓̱̊̔͂͗̉̀̓ͅ!̶̼̘̺̼̼͕̟̑̂̿̒͐̑͒͝ͅ ̴̣̮̹̽̇̇͆Ỉ̷̡̛͖̰͓̰͖̲̦͛̕f̵̞̙̳̬̟̟̩͍̼̙̱͈́̾̏̄̓̕̕ ̶̧̡̛͖̻̙̗̙̠̠̰̹͇̔̽̌͑̔̌́͘t̷̮̮͙̘̙̘̼̝̫̩̩̠̋̊̑͑͒h̴̤͍̥͔̹̭̼̥́͜ḛ̸̞͚͙̮̗̬͈̫̗̮̈́̄̔̒̓͆̈́̐͒͑̕͝ý̸̜͖͍̹͔̞̺̜̦̬̓̀̃͜ ̷͍͍͉̈́̋̆͐́̕͝d̷̢̢̛̟̝͈͔͚͙̾̇̄̿͆̔̍̊͆͒͜i̸̦͗͛͊̈́̀̒͠ḑ̸̛̤̣̣̮̍́̚n̶͎̠̼̉͒̓̕'̶̧̧̗̌̎̀̓̇́̆͝t̷̛̫̭͂͛̓͆ ̵̲̓͜͝ę̸̧̖̠͕͇́̆̐̓͐͑̈́̈́͜x̸̩̭̳̪̱̖͓͎̠̲̫͐̌̅͂̃̔̐̚͘͝͠ī̶͚̝͍̖͕̤͕̳̯̦̙̥s̴͔̘̝̱͍̑̿̈́̔̎̓̓̃̀́͘͝t̸̯͙̫͎͈͕̯͉͙̗͙͂̀̆͝ ̷̡̈̐̉t̸͕̳͎̩̟͙̱̜̼̠̒̈̓̿̒̔̓̈́͐̕h̷͕̰̪͖͉̩̻̭͛̋͊͒̏̐̋̔͌̈́̕͠ȅ̷̟͋͆̉̈́̍ỳ̵̱̟͓́́́͛́̽́̕͝͝ ̴̡̙̰̤̖̥̼̝͙̒̆̃͌̄͛̈́͛̑̆̾͜͝ẅ̵̨͖̘́͠ȏ̸͓͉̱͓͍̟͆̎̀u̴̘͎͚̻͑̀̾͂́͌͐͛̒l̶̛̩͍̗̖̬͈̥̗͔̻͔̹̿̀͑͛̅̽̂̊̅ḑ̵͚̪̲̄̒͋̀͂̏͊̓̀̉͜ ̶̭͉̖͚̆͛͂͌̐̃́͆͑͘̕͠b̷̼̼̤̫̤̄͗͒̍̑ę̶̻̲̭̰̗͍͍̱̻͖̹̾͆̓̇͝ ̵̦̗̞̀̿̿̈́̂͒̆̄̄̈͝n̵̛̦̬͓̙͚̲̟̣̟̞̣̉͆͋̇̃͘̚͝͝͝o̶̡̡̡̙̖̰̭̔͗-̷̧̯͇̩̹͍̱̜̜͐̅̒̏̆̿̋̆̍̑̕

̴̨̢̥̲͎̮̗͉͖̻̬͍͐̓̎̈́͊͒̆͒͌͋̈́N̶̘̳͖̮͛̆́̊̂̈̓͑͊o̵̧͖̪̪̍̄̂̄͆̈̈́͜͝ ̴̖̖͕͍͔̥̯̊͋́ͅŗ̷̖͓̙͇̠͍̓͆́̒̒͂̿́͒͘͝͠ủ̶̧̧͚̱̼͇̹͇̫̳͉l̷͍͑̋̀̔̽̓͠e̵̛̫̬̻̼̹̣͚͔̘̾̓͑̓́̈̆͋͋́s̷̢̧̯̜̺̼͊̏̋̽̀̐͜͝!̸̙͍̺̠̰̮̿̔͗̽͠͠͝͝..

[deactivated-blog]

I... Made choices. Pressed buttons.

// i pressed the buttons

Shut up.

// damn okay

[glitch-parker]

Ţ̴̳̩̫̝̝͕̒̀̐͆̎͌̆͂̒͝ḧ̶͖̔͋͛̋ę̵̪̲͎͚͙̜̼̩̦̊.̷̡̧̖̠̬̙͕̟̰̈̈́̆͒͊.̴̻͋́͛͒͆̎̓̃̚.̶̪̯̞͕͈̼͍͖̝̺͐͆gã̸̧̧̺̱m̶̢̩̘̤͙͙̮̹̾ͅe̷̥͇͒̽̈̽̈́̽̅̓͘s̴̢͓̥̥̼̼̿̄͒̈́ ̷̞͚̪̲̙̙͕̐̃̈́̋̀̚d̸̡̛̖̹̼̖͕̉̀̓̃̋̌͐͘̚į̶̣̙͎͙̻̇̅̅̎́̒̍͐d̴̥͊̀̀n̴͚̬͓͕̞̭̘̻̤̓̿̃̽̋̑̕'̷̗̫͙͛t̴̞̙͇͕̫̯̯́̈́̈͜ ̸̞̭͎͕̱̲̻͕̝̊͛͒̈́͛̍͘̕̕͠h̷̡͙̱͎͙́̆̋͝a̸̧͐̋̈́̈́̌͋́̚v̶͔̬͇͑̇͋̉͂ḛ̵̬͚̜͂́͒͛̆ͅ ̵̞̅̔̉̀͂̾b̴̗͛̍̈́ȕ̴͓͙̜͖̋̕ẗ̸̢̮͖̭̲̽͐͊͘ẗ̸̯́̀̔͆̒̑ó̴̡̖̬̠̝̲̝̘̓̆̕ň̷̡̜̼͔̯͔̻̈́̒s̶̱̣̘̑.̷̰̾̈́..̷̰̾̈́

[deactivated-blog]

Yeah, but the game I'm playing,

Lee gestures around the house.

Does have games.

[glitch-parker]

.̶̨̟͑̽̽͋͆̿͆ͅͅ.̵̇̌̈́́. ̶̫͉͓͎͍̳̰͔͛̂̈́͆̎̓͌̅̂͒̚W̵̢̧̼̰̫̜̟̘̟̭͖̝͕͍̫͌̓̒̉̍ḩ̸̛̳͚̳͙̥͔̫̳̈́̒̾́̌͗̽ą̵̻̲̺͈͍̗̥͉̮̹̓͒̏́ͅt̴̺͈̝̮͈͉̗̦͚̝̻͊̋͋̀͛̾̀̐̑̊?̴̛̦̦̝͇̩̯̣̞͇̑̎̚

*He quickly looks around*

[deactivated-blog]

// DAWG throw me we said games instead of buttons

Motherfu- Buttons. Sorry. Misspoke. But, uh... You can't see them from your end.

[glitch-parker]

...̵̜̩̇̌̈́́̌͊̿̇́̚͠͝

W̵̢̧̼̰̫̜̟̘̟̭͖̝͕͍̫͌̓̒̉̍ḩ̸̛̳͚̳͙̥͔̫̳̈́̒̾́̌͗̽ą̵̻̲̺͈͍̗̥͉̮̹̓͒̏́ͅt̴̺͈̝̮͈͉̗̦͚̝̻͊̋͋̀͛̾̀̐̑̊?̴̛̦̦̝͇̩̯̣̞͇̑̎̚

*It didn't help his confusion*

[glitch-parker]

(( @showstopper-homeowner hello?))

[deactivated-blog]

// ack! so sorry, we've been so busy >.<

...I, uhm. Don't know how else to describe it...

[glitch-parker]

*He's not satisfied with that answer. He tries to think of something to say, but he can't he curls back against the wall again holding his head. he was muttering something but the glitching made it too hard to tell*

[deactivated-blog]

Parker...?

Lee crouches down to Parker's level, concern all across his face.

I-I know it's a lot to process...

[glitch-parker]

*He seem to keep muttering until Lee said the last part where he stopped. He looked up feeling betrayed processing it was all true. All of it. His glitching got worse obscuring him completely. He presses himself closest to the wall he could his voice was loud, yelling, but impossible of what. Despite Lee only being at his level and not touching Lee's body started to glitch. It was mild not painful but not pleasant*

[deactivated-blog]

Lee pulls himself away from Parker, panic visible in his eyes.

Parker!

He searches around for his phone, trying to access the settings. If he could use that to bypass into the code, surely he can-

A glitch wracks up Lee's own arm as he tries to press the settings button on his phone.

Ow...

Lee shakes off the glitch, glaring at his phone. His computer might have better luck, then...

I-I'm gonna fix this, Parker. I'm going to take care of the glitches. I promise.

He dashes out of the attic and downstairs towards the attic. He has so much to fix and so little time to fix it. Lee doesn't know how much worse the glitching could get, but it could get real bad real quick.

[glitch-parker]

*the glitching on Lee's body stops when he gets away from Parker. Parker only hear the hurry steps leave the attic. His vision blurred from the glitching mess. Everything hurts that it started to numb. He quietly said something but not moving much.*

// Should... Should I do something?... Lee just bailed on us....

( @nat-20-on-perception yes we're back and still doing this)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance hums, responding to you.]

Lee isn’t bailing, they’re… trying to help. They have a method that… that me and Holly are against. Maybe… you can give Parker something to comfort him a bit? All of the mods seem to be able to do that, so… maybe you can try? I’ll do what I can too, since all of that glitching has to be painful…

[Chance looks at Parker, his voice soft as he reaches out, putting a hand where he could only assume was Parker’s shoulder.]

Parker? Can you hear me?

[glitch-parker]

*Parker heard everything. Even before Chance started to talk to him. He didn't want to question what or who he was talking to. Probably a voice, a voice that wants to comfort him at least perhaps if he wasn't feeling so bad he would be grateful. He doesn't do anything for a moment before looking up. It was impossible to tell from all the glitching which was spreading to chance a bit from being in proximity. The glitches just kind of move to giving the vague idea that he was looking at Chance along with some glitchy words as some sort of reply.*

//I don't exactly know what to do tho or how to comfort him. The most I know how to do is mess with his code I doubt pausing him for another month would help any))

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance just smiles. Even if he can’t hear Parker’s reply, it was a good sign that he was trying]

I need you to breathe, okay? Try to calm yourself, and… I’ll be right here with you. I’m sure Lee will come back up here eventually with something that can help in some way, even if it’s just temporary. Once you’re calm, you… can ask me any question you have. Even if I don’t have an answer, I’m sure those little voice friends of ours will have something they can tell me that will help me answer you.

[glitch-parker]

*He hugs his knees closer curly more into himself. He says something*

//sorry to disappoint but I'm not too sure what I can do... Cupid! It's been a while since you were in the conversation do you have ideas?))

(*She has absolutely no shame putting them on blast even almost seeming like they're expecting an answer return despite this being rude*)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance laughs a bit, before sitting closer to Parker.]

I’m right here, okay? Just breathe.

//Oh! What about uhhh-

[After a moment, there’s some flowers in the room, mostly near Parker.]

//Boom! A bunch of bright flowers to try and make him happy!

[Chances voice is a whisper as he looks over to where he can see the two eyes representing the mods.]

Will that even work-?

//Of course it will! And if I find he has a favorite, I’ll find a way to put more of those!

okay-

[Chance clears his throat, looking at Parker to see if it helped.]

[glitch-parker]

*Parker doesn't seem to notice the flower at all but the flower definitely reacts to Parker as the flower glitchs very heavily. Parker says something to Chance still unaware he's not being heard*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance sighs softly]

Parker, I… can’t hear you. That’s why I’m trying to help you calm down, so that I can hear what you’re telling me.

[Chance picks up one of the flowers instead, showing it to Parker.]

These are- these are from one of the voices, the one I call Cupid. Apparently the really like flowers-

[glitch-parker]

*The glitching on the flower now starting to spread to Chance even getting closer to Parker seems to make it worse for both of them as well but it doesn't seem to spread more than where it is. He seems to see the object but he didn't react. His blurry vision made it hard to see, and when he try to focus it hurt his head. He started to put his head back down. Parker tries to say something at a higher volume.*

//at least you tried. More than I can say I can do right now...)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance winces at the glitching, but he doesn’t let himself react too much. Instead, he reaches to try and hug Parker.]

It’ll be okay, okay? Try to breathe with me, I’m with you, I’ll help.”

//Yeahh- maybe it’ll help more once he’s less glitchy-

[glitch-parker]

*He shuts up when he feels the embrace. The glitching was all over Chance now almost as bad as Parker's but less obscuring yet he seems to cling to Chance. Hugging back tightly*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance winces again, but he doesn’t let go. Not when he can tell it’s helping. He doesn’t make an attempt to talk, knowing words couldn’t do much when you couldn’t understand the person you were helping. So he just holds onto Parker.]

[glitch-parker]

*After a moment he can hear his rugged glitching breathing. After a few deep breaths his glitching seems to lessen intern also doing the same for Chance still hurting but a little less now.*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance offers a little smile, talking quietly. His voice glitches a bit, but it’s understandable at least.]

S̴͉̀e̸̊ͅè̶̹?̵̟̇ ̴̢͝Y̶̩̆o̶̺̔ȗ̵͜’̵̧͒ṟ̵̊e̶̡̒ ̸̝͝o̷̳̿k̴͉͒ặ̴y̶̛̱.̴̼̽ ̵̩͒I̵̱͗’̸̼̇m̴̰̓ ̶̳͐h̵̠͗é̶͍r̵̢͂e̷͉̓ ̷̱͐w̶͖͝i̷̯̊t̴͉̑ẖ̶͝ ̸̻̇ỳ̴̘o̶͍̒u̴̝͆.̴̖̅

//This is actually pretty sweet.

[glitch-parker]

*He doesn't say anything back still hugging. Since he was more visible now Chance could see Parker look at him with glitchy eyes then going back to burying his head into his shoulder. After a sec Chance felt something else not the glitching, not his face, but something wet, tears. A lot of them. It almost seemed like he was crying before, but you couldn't tell because of the glitching*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance juries softly and holds Parker tighter, hugging him close and whispering quietly. His voice seemed to come out clearer when he spoke quieter.]

it’s okay, you can cry. I’m right here.

[glitch-parker]

*He sniffles a little but doesn't seem to cry more quickly wiping it on his shoulder before he giving a heavy sigh. Breathing deeply.*

Ṃ̸̢̢̻͙̗̠͚͒͛͂̐͑̏̒̋͆͐͊̃́͌́̿̋̋͑͝ẏ̵̢̛̪̰̭͍̜̪̙̞͙̱̓̐́͆̏̕͘͜ ̶̢̡̣̬̙̺̪͓̙̣̻͇̊͗͊̈́̾̄̒͐̕͜͠ͅh̵̨̧̛̦̲̲͍̜̺͙̝̱̫̬̺̐͗͒͑̓͗͒̾̈́̊̑͑̈́̚̚͝ͅe̶̻̙̩͈̺͊͗͂͗̅̌́̄ą̷̹̭̫͉̼̥̪͇͖͙͍̓̑̑̑͐̑̔̈́́̾̑̎̈́͝ͅḍ̵̛̛̛̖͙̺̙̟̜͕̝̻͍̹̪̻̈̆̐̋̇̆̄̀̃͝ ̵̢̝͎̰̙͎̩̱̙̫̝̫͇̪̣͎̲̻͔̦͕̒͋͗͒̇̈̆̅̃̋̅̂́̀̔̎͂̏̈́͌͘͜͠ḩ̶̡̢̛͖̰͎̜͈͎̦̣̦̰͍̘̦͉͉͔͇̬̿̽̌̀̂̐͑̄̈́́̔̑͑̓̉́͗̔̀̚͠ͅu̷̩̭̫͖̱͇̘̇̀̎͗̈̌͛r̵̢̡̠̲̦͙͕͍̬̩͚̍̾͗͆̅̊̎̽̄͆́͒̎̑͌̽̚͜͜t̶̘̖̥̙͚̺̮̞̯̼̮͖̫̤̜͒͂̒ş̴̛͉̤͚̬͈̦́̒̓̏͋̔̆̎̏͆͘̚͝͝.̴̩̮̓͛͋̍̇̅̊̐͊̀̊̈̽̎̚͝.̷̧̧̬̒̀̏̀̚.̸̧̖̜̥̗̝̖͔̳̫̝̂̾͆̅͑̔̑͂

*He lets out a groans*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance nods.]

I̵̖̕ṯ̸͊’̷̦̉s̴̤̑ ̸̪̑ḡ̸̮ó̴͍i̷̠̊ṅ̷̺g̷͙͠ ̸̛ͅt̸̨̂ó̸ͅ.̴͑ͅ ̵͚͘W̷͔͑ỉ̴̬t̷̳͛h̴̛̜ ̷̱͗w̴͙͌h̸̢͌a̷̻͛ṭ̶͗ ̷̪͋m̶̪͠ę̶̇ ̸̝̇a̵̦͝n̴̥̓ḋ̴̙ ̶͖̅L̷̮͝e̴̤̒e̷͎͑ ̸̨͋ẗ̷̜́o̵̞͂l̵̀͜d̴̪͊ ̵̬͌ẙ̶̜ó̵͜u̷̡͠,̴̟͋ ̷̙̔a̴̻͊n̵͖̊y̵̰̾ ̴͇́m̵͝ͅe̷̋͜n̸͎̄ṱ̶̊i̶̗͋ò̶͉n̴̲͛ ̴̨̆ȯ̴̲f̴̱́ ̸͇͋i̷͇͆ẗ̴̲́ ̴͎̾c̶̖̑à̸̹u̶͠ͅs̴͓̈́e̷̙͒s̴̺̑ ̴̠͝h̸͉̓e̵̢̋a̴̞͠d̴̗̍ä̶̝́c̸̢̄h̴̛̳ë̸͉́s̴̡̉.̷̠̀ ̶̤̇I̸͇͠…̴̩̃ ̶͙͝f̷͚̿ỏ̸̼ŕ̵͈g̸̦̾o̸̱͝t̶̜̓ ̸̛͕a̸̝̚b̶͍̎ȯ̴̢ṷ̷͊t̶̰͑ ̷̜̈t̷̨͐h̵̢̀ȁ̶͇t̷̙̓ ̴̧̔w̶̤̉h̷̖͗ë̸̡n̵̥̐ ̸̳́I̶̩͊ ̷̱̕w̵͇̒a̷͖̒ṣ̵̛ ̸̟̔t̶̙̐ě̴̱l̸̜̈ḷ̶̇i̶͓͌n̷͑͜g̴͕̑ ̷̏ͅy̵̝̒ó̷̝u̸͎͘.̴̲͐ ̴̤̒T̵̳̊h̵̲̓e̵͇̔y̶̖͂’̷̜̓l̴̪̉l̵̮̈ ̵̞̎g̶̦͒o̴̞͆ ̷͓́a̴̤͝w̸̩̌à̸̱y̸̘̔ ̸̝̓š̶ͅo̵̜̾ǒ̵̝ǹ̶͇,̸̠͗ ̵͖͐Í̸̠ ̴̗͆ṗ̷̜r̸̺͌o̶͈̚m̴̳͒i̶͈̕s̴̪̚ę̶̆.̶̬̈́ ̶̳͝T̸̢̃h̷͎̃e̴̛̜ỳ̷̳ ̸̪̌n̵͔̂e̶̼͊v̴̞͗ę̶̃r̴̩̐ ̶͖͠s̴̝͘t̶̼̿a̷͓̿y̴̜̅ ̸̜͠f̵̹̈́o̶̢̔r̶̹̽ ̴͈̌l̸̞̉ô̷̺ń̴̞ġ̸̳

[He offers a comforting, almost sheepish smile.]

[glitch-parker]

*He doesn't say anything for a moment*

Ỷ̴̡̢̙̬̲͇̯̝͍̹̞͎̜͕̤͉̗̈́́̎̽͜o̴̧̨̰̮͙̮̦͚̬͖̱͐͜ͅù̶͙̼̙̆̈́̄̅̅̉̂͋͐̈̈́̈́́̑̕͘͝ ̵̲̦̟͎͙̫͕̗̻̖̻͖̥̞̔̿͑̈́́̈́̈́̄͒͋̕̚̕̚͝͝ͅş̵̢̰̲͖̬̙̞̮̭̝̣̗͈͛o̷̡̧̭͉̠͍̳̮̦͉̞̞͖̻̘̣̙̖͌͋͂͗̔̌̓̓̏̋͛́́͛̏̐͘̚͠͝͠ū̴̡̞͙͙̗̬̐̆͊̽̀́͌̕̕̚n̵̨̨̡͈̟͈͖͈̥͖͙̮̱̗̞̙̭̞͑͛̊̈́̑̍͜ͅͅḑ̸̧͖͉̜̱̼̬̭̫̪̖̾̃̈́̍́̅̾̅̇̎̕͝͠ͅ ̶̘̫̻̣͇̈̽̓͊̈͘̚w̶̛͍͈̯͋̋̇̈́̆̏͛̕͘ē̴̫̱̥̯̫̮̩͖̻͔̥͈̞̓̆͂̐̑̋̉͂̐͋̈̄͂̚̚̚͠ͅi̸̲̪̯͎̭̣̬̲̦̫̼̎̉̏͐̈́̓͋̀̊̓͘͝͝͝͠r̶̖̻̥̀̄͌̾̃́̆̽͋͐͒̈́̈͛͜d̸̛̛̪͇̾͛͂̊̈́̔̈́͂̐̈̒̆̊͛̿.̸̢̛͎͙͎̭̘̙̟͖̘̐̈́̔̈́̓̀̽͂́͝

*The reply was so blunt it almost seemed comical*

//kill this man. I swear to god.))

(*the voice was quiet but not because they were whispering it sounded more like they were far away*)

*Another pause before he said something else*

.̴̧̨̧̯͎̟͙̣̜̰̳͔̲̞͍͇͍̺̎̈́̋.̵̧̛̫̘͇̱̠̦̼͕̩̯̘̺̥͍̘̳̝̳̞̟̳̝̮̾̃̂̏̐̒͂̔́̈́̅̿͠.̸͔͙̰̙͕͚̤̳̰͈̺͕̣̣̏͊͗̌͛̍́̇̑̌̔̃̍̓̀̈́̾̇̍͌̿̅͜͠ ̶̡̧̲̱͚̪͉̻͎͖͎̹̪̣͋͒̂́̏̈́͗̈͊̾̈́̎̇́̇͠ I̴̡̨̦̙̥͈̪̮͍͉͍͕̓̊̾̚s̴̢̡̡̡̼̳̘͍̥̰̮̞̝̙̞̯̦̮̬͓̀͑́̔̓̏̉͂̎͑̀́̊̿͝ͅ ̷̧̩͚̝̟̲̻̟̗̤̬̺͒̃͊͋́̎̐̈̽͝͝͠͝͝i̴̲̗̪̞̩͔̟̞̲̪͖̦̓́̀͆̇̑͌̈́̊͆̓̉̉͌͂͝͠͝͠ͅͅt̶̹̞̤̘̅͗̿ͅ ̷͚͔͉̞̦͚̘͇̙̺̳̻͂̈̕͜ͅä̴̧͕͔̩̰̱͎͍̭̝̦̗̞͕̰͔̰̘̰́̈́͐̑̈́̿́͑̂́̀̌̑̆͌̃͂̾̏̈̄͘̚͝l̸̨̼̘̯̟͖̙̮̠̪̙͈̥̓̎̎̀̔ l̵̪̬̻̰̯̗̻̳̜͓͕̤̰̰̭̐͋̈́̅̅̎͊͛̐ͅ ̶̗͓̪͔̣̞̙͙̄̑͛́̄̾͑̉̈́͝t̵̹̪͓̲̺̀̈́̒̿̾͆͒͊͌̾r̵̛̤̤̦̽̒́̅͑̈́͛̃́́͛̋́̃͒͘̚u̴͔̰̓̒̿̅̿̈̉̈́e̶̙̅̄̉̄?̵̙̘͉̼̜̓̀̃͑͑͑̄̈̾̏̒̋̓̈̒̑̔͠

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance nods.]

Ÿ̷̠́ȇ̸̡a̸̧̿h̵͓̚.̵̺̍ ̸̱̈́Ī̷̹…̸̞͗ ̷̭͆w̴̨̔a̴̬̕s̴̰̕ ̶͚͂r̵̼̓e̵͉̿l̴̏͜ų̵͑c̴̤̎t̸̞́a̶̪͌n̴̑ͅṭ̶͋ ̵̢̚t̴͓́ǒ̷ͅ ̵̎ͅt̴̥̎ė̶͈ḷ̷͛l̸͔͗ ̵̞͌y̵̬̿o̵͕͝ů̷̧,̶̺̎ ̶̖̈́b̴̧̽ẹ̷̓c̸̮͗a̶͛ͅu̷̻͒s̸̱̀ë̸͖́ ̷̛͈Ḯ̶̠ ̷̪͑w̴̺͛à̷̼ș̶̐ ̴̣̔w̸̛͕o̸̝͊r̵̤̽r̵̈́͜ǐ̶̻ȇ̵̘ḍ̸́ ̶̲͠ỹ̷͕o̵̢̐u̸̅͜’̷̲̅d̷̘́ ̶̛̝b̶͉̓ė̷͍ ̷͓͌á̴̧n̴̟͊ĝ̷ͅr̸̙̂y̷̦̍ ̴͔͆ỏ̸̜r̶͉̽ ̵̪͛s̸͎̊o̸͖͌m̴̪̈́e̴̦̓t̶̓ͅh̵͙̉į̵̐ń̸͕ǧ̶̤.̸̠̃ ̸͖̈́B̴̮͌ų̷̌ț̵̚ ̶̝̇y̷̼͊e̷̦̽á̸͓h̴̢̊,̴̣͂ ̸͇̈í̵ͅt̴͕̃’̶̝͆s̸̢̔…̶̺̓ ̵͓͌ȉ̷̱ţ̸̎’̶̭̇s̷̺̀ ̶̪͋t̵͖̀r̵͕̾u̷͙̅e̴̠͘.̵̯̓ ̵̹͋I̴̥̒-̸͍̇ ̸͇́Ȉ̶͎ ̴͋͜k̵̩̓n̷̦̋ȯ̸ͅẅ̸͕́ ̴̙̒ḭ̴͛t̶̤̑ ̵̳̔s̴̯̓ǒ̴̞u̶̺͑n̵̰͠d̴̡̒s̴̖͋ ̴̢͂č̷͙ŗ̴͂ā̶͎z̸͔̉ÿ̸͇́,̴̟̊ ̴͍̔i̵̮̾t̷̫̿’̵̧̓s̷̞̽ ̴̪͊g̵̨͆ō̵̢ḯ̵͈n̴͉̈g̷̪͂ ̸̠̈́t̴͔̂o̷̥̎ ̶̜͋s̵̘̀ȯ̴̥ǔ̸̩n̶͙̕d̵͓̋ ̷͓̒c̷͔̓r̴͔̄a̶̻͝z̷̟͗ŷ̶̢,̵͙͝ ̶̳̒b̵͌͜u̷̠̅t̴̗͝ ̸̮̆h̸̭̕ō̸̺w̷̜͠ ̷͈̂d̷̡̆o̶͓͑ ̵͚̒ÿ̶̱́o̴̦͝ű̷͈ ̴̝̏t̶̺̒h̶̝͐i̸̖͌n̵̖͂k̵̲̔ ̴̫̈́Ĩ̸͙’̴̬͑m̸̯̐ ̷͔̈ă̴̼b̷̠̾l̷̇͜e̶̩̍ ̷͎́t̵̩̉o̵̪͘ ̵̝͆d̸̝͝i̶̞̾r̷͇͆e̶̤͌c̷̘̈́ţ̷͠l̴̫̍y̵͉͛ ̵̝̇t̷͖̍ã̴̝l̶̯̿k̸̯̏ ̴̨̐t̷̢̅ô̸̢ ̷̦̿s̷̢͐o̶̩̐m̴̘̆e̴̺͝ ̴̦̎p̷̜̆e̶̮̒o̷͚͒p̷͈͋l̵̯͂e̵̝͆ ̶͉̀y̴̘̾ó̵̧û̵̟ ̸̙̽c̷̕ͅȃ̵̦n̴͕̊’̴̟͒t̵͉͐ ̴̢̒e̷̝͊v̶̬̿e̶͎͆n̸͚̄ ̶̬͗h̶̨͒e̷̢̎a̸̰͝r̴̳͛?̷̟̊

[He laughs softly, but it’s mostly to try and lighten the mood.]

[glitch-parker]

S̴̑̉̽̈̌͒͝ø

*His glitch spiked as he hesitated*

A̴̧̡̛̻̼̤̭̹͇̙͎̮͛̈̏̈͋̀̾͋͌͌̓̓̓̓̈́̆̾̑̐͌̿̆͘̚͠͝ͅͅl̵̰̦̯͙̬̰͊̔̂̄̿̈́̉̈́́͒͑̒̾͂̅̿̂͝͝l̷̢̢̧̛̰̠̦̺̯̫͔̯̪̳̫̱̣̺̜̯̈́̃̍̐͌̈́́́̌͌̾̑͝͝͝ ̵̝͕̂̿͌̈́̑͒̆̐͌́̾̓́̋̾̇͌̂̃̕ͅo̴̧̡̧͕̘̙̰̟̻̘̪̘̟̻͂̉̓̍͗͐̍̃͗̃̈́̑́͘̚ͅf̶̢̛̮̰͚͔̹̞̯̻̠͈̘͈̰͓͈̤̖̠̝̝͇̤̳̤̑̇̌̓̔́͛̒̏̃͋͌͆͛̾͂̓͊̕͝͝ͅ ̶̡̢̧̢͔̳̜̝͈̦̱̗̞̖̟̤̗̣͉̩̪̫̪͔͓͙͖̹̲̐̽̒̂̊̀͊̂͊̉̾͌́̽̊̌̊̍̑͑͒͌̆͋̏͛͜͜͝m̵̰̼̝̹͍͚̯̼̱̲̖͔̈́͗̐̏̌͛̈́̔̈́͋̀̐͘̚͝͝͠ý̴̡̡̧̱̹̣͍͉̟͎̣͚̬̦̩͈̠̹͉̱͈͈̱͓̼̦̪͒͛̌͊̅̅̓̍̐͆͑̐̈́̕͜͠͝ͅͅ ̷̹͇͔̗͕̫͓̪̼̉̏̅́͠b̶͚͕̻̮̥̞̪̯͚̘͈͚̼̺̰̪̹̩̳͍̍̓̐͑̽̅̍͊̅̄̇̒̈̓͆̿̓͜͝͝͝ǫ̷̛͆̾̑̊̊̉͛͐͛̔̇̔́̈̂͛̐̏̽͗̒̀̓̈́͂̏͘̕͝͝͝͝͝͠ą̶̢̡͕͖͙̱̖̖͗͆̓͠r̴̮̪̗̳̳̜̂̃̿̇͊͐͒̈́̃͂̾̌̽͗̂̆̓̍͑ḑ̴̨̢̛̛̺̳͔̮̗̹̝̥̲̝̺͕̮̦̜̟͔̳͎̻̀̇̒͂͒̅͒̋́̅̐͛̀͆́͋̃͑͆͌̄͑̉̏̉̀͒͑͂̈͌̈́͝ ̵̊͑̊̃̋͐̃̄͒̈́͂̆͑͗̒̿̋̔͒̔̇͐̀͒̅̈́͗͘͜͝͝͠͝ğ̷̫̥̪̙̞̰̭̦̲̜̙͇̎̽͗̀̉̐̎̓͆͗̋͆̈́̀̊͆̚͜͝a̸̢̛̠͉̱̬͍̟̻̞͉̺̣̠̯͈̲̰̤̱̝̦̤̠͉̜̟̯͙͕͗̈̈̈̃̀͆͂̅̀̈̂̈͐̍̌̋̇͋̃͘̚͝͠͠͝m̸̳͓̘͎̬̻̹̝̯͌͛͑͐̀̄̉́̓͆̈̓̇͒̊͌̃̃̃̓͋͊̒̔͋́͘͠ͅę̴͍̘̞̺̰̠̤̝̭̟̞̠̬̮͓͖̹̬̀̔̄͂̎͌͑͘͜͝͠s̷̨̗̼̭͙̜͔̱̮͍̅̌̀̈́̿̐̎͋̚̚̚͠ ̸̢̡̢̧̟̺͔̯̭̮̯̹̥͂̃͗̀͗͋̆̇͆̀̆̆̂͊̉̎̒͒̃̃̓̑̈̀̌̏̒͜͝͝͝͝a̵̢̧̛͙̖̩͓̦̼̬̭̰̱̪̩̥͍̜͙̹̲͚̠̝͎̬͐̃̎̊̆́͋̂́̏̈́̐̔̈́͜r̸̛͉̹̗̥̜̺͕̤̥̪͚͈̹̣̼͚̟̦̃͑̎͐̀́͐͒́̄̿̑̾̉̅͝e̴̡͓̬̩̦̮̲̣̣̪̻̩̞̬̝̯͓̳̰̰͓͓̯͓̲̍͋̇͛͑̀̈́͘.̵̨̡̧̧̢̢̧̠̬̰̰͕͚͇̲̫̻̥̩̻̭̘̞͈̲̫̳̪̜̽̔̎͗̀͌̎̾͋͒̌͌͐̀̿͗͌̎̒̊̈́͛̓͋̾̇̓͛̈́̇͘͝͝.̵̛̳͎̱͆͋̌̈̆̀̌͛̉͐͠.̸̪̯̭͋͊̀̾͝

*He didn't dare to finish that sentence*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance sighs.]

Y̵̝̓e̸͖̒á̸̙h̴̬̊…̸͙̔ ̵̗͑I̶̖͗’̶̰͝m̷̪̽ ̸͈͠s̵̱̒o̶̬̿r̴̥̊ȑ̴̭y̸̧͗.̵͜͠ ̵̣̾B̵̰̊ủ̵͓t̴̋͜,̴̛͕ ̸͈̔m̶̫͌y̷̧̔ ̴͎̇o̵̱̒f̴̥̓f̸͚͝é̴̩r̵̪͗ ̵̹̾s̸͎̎t̷͖̕i̷̳͗ľ̴̲l̷̩̀ ̵̼̋ṡ̵͜ṱ̸́ȁ̶͖n̸͚͝ď̴͖s̷͍̋,̵̘̉ ̷̧͗ẇ̸͍ḙ̸̓…̵̫̆ ̵̩̇w̵͉͝ḙ̸͝ ̵̡̈́ç̸̈ǎ̶̙n̵͇͛ ̵̪̊ẗ̵̟́ŕ̴̩ÿ̷̖́ ̶͉͘ṱ̶̅ǒ̸̩ ̷̫̈r̵̦̋ȇ̴͈c̴̩͐r̷̤͐e̷͇͝ḁ̵̃t̴͔̐ẻ̴̪ ̷̼͘t̷̗̋ḣ̵͈e̶͕̍m̸͉͠ ̵͎́o̵̞͝u̵͔͠t̸͎̕ ̶̼͝õ̶͇f̴̞̚ ̸̢̇c̵̦͌á̵͜r̴͙̆d̷̾͜b̷̥͝o̸͎͗ȧ̵͖ṙ̴̮d̷̪͝!̵̭͒

[He smiles nervously, hoping the offer could ease Parker a little.]

[glitch-parker]

D̸̨̢̧̡̡̺͚̲͔̹͉̭̼̼̼̺͈͖̬̙̼̗̩̈̃̾̊͂́̀̄̉̅͗͑́̃͂̇͐̀̍̇̀͜ͅó̵̧̫̟̤͚̰̘̲̪̘̭̩̎̃͛͒̽̀̂̊̿̑̉̽̓͂̊͊͂̏̈͊͘͝ͅş̴̨̢̣͕̝̞͈̬̭͛̈́ͅe̷̡̢̡̛͙͓̞̼̣̱̞̟̳̳̳͈̦̦̲͈̘̺̦̲̠̤̲̅̆̋̓̀̈́̋̂́̿̀̿͑̈́͗͂́͑̂̎͝͝ͅͅ ̴̘͍͍͖̞̬̗͚̠̭̳̤̟͉͉͖̝̅́̃̀̐̉͊̀̿͑̀͛̾́͑̎͆̈̓͗̕͘̕͘͜͝ͅt̸̢̡̢̬̠̟̙͈͎̦̝̩̮͔̝̤̤̖̼̜͍̜̼͔̻̩̰̠̩͇̝̗̟̾̐̍̈̉͐̄̓̎̇̈́͑̕͜͠͝͠͠h̶̛̛̼̪̝͑͛͑͐̌͗̈́̓͘a̶̧̡̢̛̦̜̳͎͓̗̱̯̲̗̯̬̘͈̖̟̝̘̓̂̏̃̈́̈́̾͋͂̏͊̅͒̉̑̚̕͜͝͝t̴̢̢̢̛̩̰͕̥̪͖̗̤̰̜͕͈̫̖̝̀̍̇̀̽̐̽̑͌̒͌͑̈́̇͆͌̅̓̄̋͘͘̚͘͜͝͝ͅ ̸̡̧̨̧̳̜̝̣̣͚͎͈͓̫̻̙̭̼͔̟͖̥͓͓̥͇̉̐̊̓̇̕ͅͅm̷̢͍͓̠̻̜͕̳̭͉̬͙̲̮͓̘̤̖͖̘̹͓͍͈̳̫͔̫͈͍̱͉̿̀̆̒̽̑̐̓̑͂̄̈́͂͑̆̋̾̓̃̈́̉̄̚̚̕̚̕͜͠͝ê̷̛̲̭̹̠̥̙̔͌̓̎̀̔͌̒̒͌̔̓̿̊̄̄̑̽̒͘̚̚͠͝͠ͅä̶̧̦̪̻͖̣̘̗̺̲̜̝͑̀̒́̊̃̄̐͂͒͊̋̚̚͠n̶̢̛̤͇͎͓̦̲̾̓̆̂́̀̃̔͑̎̍͐̉̃̑͊̄̉͘͘͝͝͝ ̸̦̠̠͎̰̙̤̼͇̣͓͇̳͚̯̥̋͒͒́̈́́̋̄̄͝m̷̛̛̜̫͈̭̬̗̙͖̩͈͓̈͂̎͒͂̊͌̇̅͒͛̆̊͂̈́͋̇̊̈́̔͌̂̔̉͊͒͛̑̚̕̚͘͠y̵̡̢͎̥̬͓͖̱̗̪̔̿͑͐̓̚ ̷̨̨̡̨͕͍̪͙̖̝̫̳̻͈͕̻̖̪̟̪͖̻̜̳̰͒̋̅̑̎̃̈̋̚͜͝͠ͅͅr̴̡̢͓͔̣̮͉͙̦̰̞̞͇͎͖̬̳̪͙̪̟͙͍͉̳͉̺̫̞̄͑͛͛͜͜͜͜͝u̸̧̨͕̪͖̞̻̺͉̬͍̻̻̫͓̯̭̜̝̰͇̝̹̣̱̲̮̜̣̮̐̔͛̓̇̓͊́͌̓̆̂̓͂̾̃̈͛̉͌͆̋̄̉̈̕̕̕͘͜l̸̨̡̹͇͇͈̭̻̝̝̗̲̘̠͉͋́ȩ̵̡̳̘͙͖̪͇͍̮͇͉̺̜͓̘̗̈́̀̅̎̽̐̊͝͠ͅs̶̡̨̨̛̟̺̼̦͈͇̟̥͈̲͎͙͔̭͍͖̰̥͖̦̣̮͉̯̬̈́̄̀̈́̏́̈́́̑͛̈́́̃̄̏̍̑͊͌̕͘͘͘͝ͅ ̵̩͉̩̦̺̜̘̺̰͕̼̩͍͙̼̖̟̖̙͓̜̫̃͌͊͒͌̿̽̌͝ͅḑ̷͙̩̠̜́̍͐̏̓̐̒̈̎̽̀̂̔̽̈͐̑̄͂͗̈́̊́̿̒͋̇̉̈́̕̚̚͘͝͠o̶̡̫̯̜̖̖̩̩̟̞͇̾̒̅̓̌́̏̔́̽̐̈͗̊̎́̉͆̈̈̑̊̿͛͘̚͝ͅņ̸̨̧̘̣̦̦̞̙͖͉͍̖̮͕̟͖̫̭̘̜̪͍̲̬̫̰̜͋͂̔́̂͂̄̃̅̂̌͌̀͒́̎́̔̀͑̈́̚͜͜͜͠ͅ'̸̨͓̩̖̹̰̠͖̬̒̊̅͒̒̄̀̄̔́̀̈́̎̅͂̄̓͛̚͝t̷͈͙̫͙͇̻̝̉̇̏́͐͂̉́̏̾̊̔̇̏̓͠͝ͅ

̷̔́̎̑̃̏̉*The corner of his eyes start watering*

̵̢̢̻̗̤̙̟͕̜͖̹̱̹͖̺͖̬͇̲̓̂̌́͋̊̈̏̈́͂̿͂̒̄͛͋̃͂̋̾͜͠ͅĘ̸̧̨̨͍̲̤̭͙̖̭͍͖͉͔̺̃̐̈́̏̆̒̇̃̚͠x̴̛͙̭̖̜̣̖͔̥̩̫͖͖͔̤̋̀̋̒͒̈́̿͂̂̈̈́̆́͗̄̐̇͊̋̃̀̚̕į̴̛̙̟͚̮̦̩̠͓̘͚̦̩͗̍̓̓̂̇̓́̎͌͊̀̍̿͂̐̊̃̄͒̓̾̓̕̕͠͝s̷̡̹͕̱̯͙̗̯͍̩̪̅̅͌̑͜͠͠ẗ̵̨̘̪̘̰͉̳̬̳̠̥̫́̈́̉́̾͗͐̐̍͋͛̆̈͐̄̈́̒̋͐͊̋̑͋̋̎̑͋͛͆̆͆̃̕͝͝͝ͅ

I̵̡̡̢̧̹̫̼̜̪̖̭̗̣̲͈̝̲̼̖̯͈̱̫̘͎̩̹͚̲̲̬̩̐͑̂̉͛̑͋͑͌̋͊̎̎̑́̆̆́͘͜͜͠-̷̧̢̧̡̧̡̢̧͈͕͙̭̗̠̦̣̮̹̮͙̘͕̩̘̯̓̾̍̌̏̌́̂̈́͒͂͋̊̂̆̂̎̌̽̈́̓͌̃̌̈́̏̀̿̄̅̉̅͘͜ ̴̧̧̨̨͚̭̗̝͎͎͔̖͈̻͎̻̜͕̦̫̺̩̙͎̼̪̣̈̈͑̍̎́́̃͂̀̕͝͠I̴̛͙̱̰̥͓̤̳̬̖̯̭̦̯̳͎̠̫͕̽͐̃̀̑͒͐͝ ̷̨̯̥̞̝̥̦̻̳̭͓̠̥͇͔͓͖̩̻̙͍̦̭̥̺̮̂̓͗̿́̕͝ͅç̸̨̨̧͈̹̺̹̤̘͇̞͉̜͔͕͙͓̝̳͈͕͖̣̞̖̥͎̣͍͆̇̈̂́̊̕͘͜͝ą̶̨̛͉͎͉̖̭̖͓̥̠̪̪͓̝̟͕̰̥̲̺̠̺̼̺̼̦̹̦͎̥̜͚̾́̃́̈́̈̓̍̀̒͘ņ̸̥̦̯̞̯̠̻̜̝͖̗̥̝̹͔͇̱̑̈́̀̊̑̏̂̒̃̽̓̆͌̃͆̈͂́̚͠͝'̵̨̫͎̟̠̰̗̗͍̦̹̺̪̺̟̪̭̹̰͂̉̍̋̚͜ţ̵̧̧̧̡̪̖̜̠͔̰̳̮̩̗͉̼̹̮̻̤̫̖͕̟̘͇͚̻͇̮̈́̈́͘ͅ ̸̡̨̟̥̮͍͎̤̭̫̙̉̈͐̔̈͐̓͗̉̓̑̈̆̏͋̍́͝͠͝h̶̛͖̣̆̀͛́͛̅̑͑̀͂̄̍̽͊̍̇̈̑͐͘a̸̢̢̛͇̲̖̮̲̥͍̯͚̪͈̜̟͇͙̭̣͎̬͎͉͒̓̃̋̊́̊́̏̈́́̍̉͐̎͆̔͛̿͌̓̆́̃̇̚͝͝͝v̵̡̝̜͚͙̩̬̥̥̝͉̠̹̫͉̙̩̝̝̱͙͕͇̏͊̓̌̀͛̑̐́̄̉̅̅̑͑̏̈́̌̑̾̅̑̆̀̅̌͘͘̕͘͝͠͠e̸̡̡̧̧̡̨̙̲̦͇̣̣̗̯̝͙̲͇̪̤͍̠̩̙͔̞̰̭̙͉͖̹̣̠̊́͜ͅ ̷̢̨̧̨̧͙̘̜̯̙̪̘͈͍͕̦̬͇̜̰̺̖̻̪̞̞͖͖̱͈̠̻̖͉̖̦̿͂͂̾͂̐̎͊͂̃̌͐̋̕̕͘ȓ̴̟̺͉̲̭̘̤̬͔̩̞̣̪̟̮̘̥̹̫̼̮̍̂̓̏̈́̈́͂̆̀͝ͅu̶̘͐̂̉̊̉̒̽̑̍́̈́̏̐̓̈́̿͜͠͝ļ̸̛͈͎͔͂̆͂̈͂͛̾̓͆̕̕e̵̡̢̼̮̮̻̞̳̤̰͉̦̫̣̮̞̖̗̻̗͍̯̪̝̣̹̪̭͐̆̀̽͋͐́̄̓̓̀̎̇̉̊́̎̆̄͑̉͆̏͗͘͜ͅs̶̢̨̫̦̰̹̹͓͉̲͖͓͙̟̜̠̩̳̫̖̹̦͔̖̙̲͕̪͉̪͇͌̈͌̀̐͋̅̎́̾̑̐̆͐̐̌̑̍̾̑̆̂̈́̃̚͜͜͜͝ͅ ̵̛̖͉̣̖̝̝͔̘̱̟̞̲͇̞͛̏̏͛̂͑̍͂́͛̓̇͆͋͗͘͘͜͜͜͝͝͠i̷̢̧̨͓̘͇̹̠͍̱̱̼͎̮͈̭͚͇͉̙͔̖͙̘̤̬̜̖̰̗̐͋̀̈́̈̋͂̀̃͊͑͂̇̓͂̆̑̎̒̉̚͜͝ͅͅf̵̧̛̛̲̞͇̲͚͈͔̜̌͑͒̏̑̄̎̂͊̈́͗̓̓̅̂̀̈̊͆̀̋̕̚̚̕̕͘̕͠͝-̸̢̨̱̞̭͉͔̠͔̗̻̩̘͈̻͇͓̺̲̦̯̺̩̜̳̤̳̗̖͔̌͊͑̐̑̕͜͜ ̷̛̮̫͖̖̙̹̼̞͈̲̻͈̪̤̤͂͋͗̽̆̉̀͌̅͑̒̋̽̃̆͑̈͘̚͘͠͝i̶̧̨̨̛̠̟̪̣͍̭̟̻͚͚̬̬̝̤̭̰̙̦̘͓͖͈̳̠̯̝̘̠͉̰͐̀͐̂̄̍̏́̉̋̎̈́̋̎͋̐̐̄͑́͌̋̚̕̕͠͠f̸̡̨̡̖͍̗̱̱̘̖̥͍̭̜͎̝̘̞͓̦̲͖͓͍͔̙͕̥̈͊̇̏̋̈́͌͊̽͗́̀́̽̕͜͜͝͝ͅ ̷͈̥́̀̃I̸̛̪̳͇͓͉̥̗͑̎̓̄̽́̂̉͂͊̆̓̚͠ ̵̢̢̧̢̧̟̭̟̻͍͍̳̬̼͔̫͖̓̊̈́͌̏̅͘͜͜ͅd̴̢͙̻̭̤͎̦̼̫͚̹̦̩̦̻̣̘̰̯̮͛̔̋͐̅̓͜͜ȍ̸͕̖͋̍̋͐́̈́̈́̈́͐̅̓̐̐̈́̍́̈̓͌̆͝͝ṇ̷̢̨̧̛͇͖͓̱͍͔̖̦̪̥͙̯̠̲̰͉̽̿̍̈̑̌͒͐̆͐̐̚͠ͅ'̸̡̡̨̯͓͍̜̞̰̭̫͚͎̙̜̯̰̺̰̩͎̞̭̮̦̜̒̆̊̄̔ͅͅt̴̡̯̯̯͈̻̖̣̟̣̞̣̝̄͐͌̾͊͘͠ͅ-̵̢̢̛̞̺̼̟̳̙͕̲̬̪̣̖̠͚̺̬͚͉͍͈̯̱͓̲͍̺́̃̀̃̿̆̌͂̂̈́́̇̿̽͛̈̂̈́̌͗̉͗̀́͒̅͑̚̚̕̕͝

*He voice starts cracking. He clinged on him tighter feeling like he's losing his mind again. What would such a thing even mean for him? No rules? no games? Did his relationship with Lee count? Did the dice exist? Could he ever make a lover/ friend /enemy with anyone? Was he destined to no one? To be alone? Did it matter?*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance holds Parker tightly.]

Y̵̲̆ö̸͙́ù̸̗ ̴̘̈́w̶̯̃ọ̷̑ü̸̥l̷̮͝d̷͕̑n̷̺̄’̶̩̇t̷̚͜ ̴̤͝e̴͎̔x̴̫͋i̶̦̊s̵̬̈́t̸͈́ ̷͕͑ĩ̴̡f̷̱̾ ̵̗͆t̸͔͂h̷͋͜e̶͚͂ ̴̰̀r̶͂͜u̴͕͋l̸̫̈́e̴̞̕s̶͚͝ ̵̺̈́d̴̢͌ḯ̶͓d̵̩̂ň̷̫’̵͚̈́t̶͇̾,̴͚̀ ̶̟͠w̷̼͒h̸̟̿ȋ̷̭ç̷͊h̵̢̍ ̴̹̽m̸̯̃ȅ̶̺ȧ̸̻n̸͚̂s̸͎̈́ ̷̠͐ẗ̷͔́ḧ̸̜́e̵̲̿ŷ̵̹ ̷͇̈ḓ̸̐o̵͜͝.̵͓̔ ̶̏ͅA̷͔͒n̵̳̉d̶͎͘ ̴̯̆w̷͊͜e̵̯͗ ̸̞̉c̴͖̔ä̸̜́n̸̢͗ ̶͕́m̵̋͜ă̴͕ḳ̷͝e̶̝̿ ̸̪̈p̴̳͐h̵̖͝y̶͈̆s̴͙̊ï̴̯c̵̪͂a̸̪̐l̸̠̄ ̴̦͘c̸̜̈ò̶̱p̸͎̓ȋ̵͙è̸͜ŝ̶̪,̷͈͊ ̸̥͝ȁ̶̗s̵̓ͅ ̷͚̏m̷̟̚a̸̩̿n̶̝͂y̷̘̾ ̷͈͒ą̴̏s̵̲̐ ̷̯̇y̷͉͝ȍ̶̦ủ̷̮ ̷̻̂ṋ̴͘e̵̘̾è̶̙d̶̻͝.̵͓͌

[glitch-parker]

*A few tears came down*

Ȑ̸̛̟̭͉̬͇̘̞̗͔͎̱̫͉̦̲̻̠̰͎̖͍̫̫̘̬̘̝͓̩̱̔̂͌̕̚̕͜͝ͅḭ̵̡͕͚̖̱͈͉̙̳̝̓̍̈́̊͊̒͊̑̂͜g̷̨̫̭̞̠̯̲̠̩̦̦̣̺̈́̀͗̈́͒ͅh̷̬͓̮̺̻̩̯̜̩̜̤́͜t̴̨̢̢̛̲͉͓̦͙̩̙̟̳͍͖̜̺̻̝̯̬̮͓̳͇̗̰͒̍̆̅͋̊͂̔̋̕.̴̞͖̟͙͉͍̹͓̲̺̗͙͓͉̙̼̹̫̞͒̎ ̸͓̗̖̯̣̏̔͑̿͂͊̊̆̃̈̏͂̈́̒̀̽́̆̑̂́͑͑̓̔̃̔̋́́́̕͘͠Ŗ̷̛̛͚̫̖͉̼̭̺̣̜͕͖̫͎̩̼̟̬͈͐́̀͂́͋̒́̋̾̾̊̑̄́͒͂͗̾̚͝͝ͅì̵̡̤̥̣͕̜͙̬̰͚̖̳͚̪̳͕͎̹̙̪͖̹̥̻̬̮̟̉͂̆̑͆͗́̚̕͜͜͜͜g̶̢̧̛͈̜̲͍͖͚̙̰̞̳̫̹̜̠̩̼͙͇̐̓͗̓͊̎͌̒̂͒̍͗̎̓h̶̡̨̬͉̱͍̻͉̲̺̺̞̞̺͖̟̱͔̗͙̰̽͑̀͌̂̀̆̍͛͗́͑͘t̶̛̤̮̦̣͔͚͕̀̋̃̄̈́̽͒̍̐̊̎̊͋̽̏̃͑́͌̏͐͆͆̚͜.̷̨͔̹̋̈̈̃̑̇̐́̽͗͋̎͛͂̉̋͒̕̕͜͝͠͝͝.

T̸̡̬͖̈́̊͊́̽̋̏͆̋̓͐͗̅̒̈́̚͝͠͠h̶͌̃͌̏̾̂͋̅̏̄̆̒͌̄́́̾̐̕̕͝ã̷̧̢̡͇͖͈̦̫͉̳͍͚̹̫͎̹̰̽̽̓̈͛̉͗̈̃̑̔̌͊̇̇́̿̌͋̆̊̚͝ͅn̵̩̰͍͓͔̟̭̜͉̤̞̒̋̅̏̌̅̔͂̀̂̎̆̈́̈́͋̄̒̈́͆̂͑̓͐̌͋͝k̶̡̮̭̻̗̄̄͗̎͋̀̋͐̈̏͗̈̌̓̎͊́́̓̏̉͐͛̍́͛̕̕̕̚͝͠͝ͅ ̴̢͙̳̭̜̣̻̖̣͚̬̖̯͈̖̠̦̟͓̞̻̳̗̳͐̉̇̿̽̓̊́̔̓̚̕͝͝y̸̨̛̛̛̗͉͍͙̺͓͇̗̖̲̬̍̓̂̆̓̋̆̃̉̎̅̈̅͛̈́̈́̉́̓͑͘͠ö̷̢͉͎̟̲̝͉̥͕͈̳̼̤̪̬̺̱̪͉̩́̏̊͛͑̒̐̋͗̽̇̽̑͘ừ̵̧̼̪̜̗̪͚̣͙̜͍̜̙̫̘͚̮͂̉̂̑̐̀̈̎̅̉̉͌̇̈́͛̿̏̆̂.̷̧̧̼͖̜͚̻̤̖͙͛́͌̑͗̓͂̓̉͐̅̎̐̈́͆̿̿̈́̔͐͘͠͝͝ͅ

*Despite the glitching it was obvious his voice was very soft.*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance smiles softly]

T̵͖͆ȟ̷̜e̵̜̓r̷͇̄ë̵̢ ̵̭̚y̷͍̽ö̶͖́u̷̳̾ ̴̹͘ģ̵̈́o̶̖̕.̵͖̊ ̸̧̽Ñ̴͍ǒ̸̤w̴̩͂ ̷̻̃j̶͖̑ṳ̴̒ś̴̯ṫ̸̼ ̶̯̄b̷͍͂r̷̋ͅḛ̶̽a̶̖͊t̵̼̔h̴̙͘ë̸̤́ ̵̛̗w̶̰͐i̷͚͆ṫ̷̠h̷͍̓ ̶͕͆ḿ̴̮e̸̘͌,̵̆ͅ ̸̫̊o̴̯̓k̵̠̒ä̵̮́ÿ̶̝?̵̳̽ ̸̧̓Ỵ̸͛o̸̜̓ủ̴͍’̷̛̣r̵̭̂ȩ̵͝ ̶̯̈́s̵̪͒t̵̒͜i̸̘͑l̷̹͋l̴̗̾ ̵̖̽ÿ̷̖́o̶̦͂u̷̼͒,̵̱̇ ̷̧͠a̸̛ͅn̴̰̾d̷̥̑ ̶̱̑w̸͕̉e̸͙̅’̷͈̽ļ̵̈́l̷̡͘ ̷̞̓m̷͕̀ǎ̴̯k̴̫͝ē̴̤ ̵͉͘ḯ̸̧t̴͍́ ̵̖̃a̸͛͜l̷̯̋ĺ̸͜ ̸̱̚ẃ̸̜o̷̳̍r̸͔̎k̸̯͠.̵̟̎

[He reaches to wipe the tears away, chuckling softly]

[glitch-parker]

*He nods trying to steady his breathing.*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance keeps a kind smile, his hands moving to Parker’s shoulders as he takes deep breaths too, to try and guide Parker.]

[glitch-parker]

*He matches his breathing to his. Almost remarkably after a little while the glitching was going down a lot of course it wasn't completely gone however but definitely hurt less for Chance.*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance smiles gently, his voice clear now.]

There you go. See? It’ll be okay, we can make it work.

[glitch-parker]

*He nods. He stayed silent wanting to live in the moment a little longer.*

Á̴̫̹̼̲̘̗͎̣̲͕͓̌̓̏̽͝l̸͘r̷̫͓͐͆͗îg̶͇͊̆͂̀̔̓̽̿͒h̸̨̨̞̞̰̪̹͚̲̟̼͌͗̀͑̏̽͌̈́̂͝t̷͙̳̪͉̘͕͓͇͉̽͂̇͜͜͠ ̶̨̡̞̰̗̂̓̅̏͊̐̉̈́ t̵̨͔͖̞̖̮̳̾̀̽̌̇̂̌̄h̴͚̤̳̭͛̕ͅå̵̜̼̟̩͈̪̣̩̞̝t̴̏̈́ ̵͈̮̀e̴̮͎̫͋͋̏̚n̵͕̈́̉ờ̷̛̛͉̬̮̎͊̔͝ûg̶̛̣͛̆̋͋̕h̷̰͍̥̜͙͉̿́̐̍͒͝ ̷̬̟͚͐͋̄͒͌̚͝b̷͎̘̲̦̱̺̄̈͐͊͝͝u̴͎̣͚͙̝͋d̸̳͖̞̬̾̇͑̐̄̿͋d̴́y̶̘̖̭͓̞͙̟̮̽

*He said as if he wasn't the one basically holding on to him for dear life earlier. He does a little gentle pat on his back to indicate to get off*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance laughs softly, nodding and pulling away.]

Alright, alright. But that helped, right?

[glitch-parker]

Lee, dressed as Will Wood's Normal Album cover, heads up to the attic. He has a bright smile on his face and a bag of candy in his hands. As soon as he enters the attic, though, the bag of candy falls from his hands as he takes in Parker's glitching.

Parker!

He cries out, running towards Parker and grabbing his wrists. Lee flinches as the glitching spreads to his form, but he holds strong as he inspects Parker.

What happened? What's going on???

@showstopper-homeowner

*He sitting with Chance not expecting someone else to come in suddenly, to say he was startled would be an understatement he literally jumps back when Lee made contact which also got rid of the Lee's glitching and pain. Parker's glitching seem to spike for just a moment but then going back to how it was*

J̸̯̮͇̲̩̈͐͋̌̒̉̅͌̀̆͗͜͝é̶̢̝̙͚̱͕͉̫̘͇̖̜̠̹̐̇̐͛̅̀͛̆́͝͝ş̸̨̛̘̦̣̻̮̫̱̝̝̞̎̑̀͊͌͝͠͝͝ų̶͖̫͕̠̝̟͉̤͔̪́̈́͆̔̃́̏̎̐̏̕͜͝ș̷͓̬̣̭͚̫̳̀̓͐͐̄͐̍͂̏͛͌̕̚ͅ L̷̤͖̊̽̈́̏͗͝ȩ̶͕̹̮̯̀̿̽̋̏͝e̴̺̠̠͛!̴̝̭͉̫̝́̉̇

*He huffs out. He stared at Lee for a second seeming out of it as his mine tries to catch up with him remembering that huge mess of empty board games literally tossed around*

O̷̤̯̜̊̒̌͑̈́̈́̒̕̕͝h̶̨̳͎͉̠̾̀́͒̔̔̉̂͘ ̷̢̯͚̠̅́̽͑͝͠ǔ̷̢͉͚͈͚̳̪͍̝̞͓̱̀̊̓̈͝͝m̴̳͚͙͖̼̫̮͚̲̆̋̾̌̈͂͑̿̄̎̕͝ͅͅ-̶̢̳͕͍̠̘̟̣̻͖͑̾̀̑͊̈́̄ ̷̥̓̓͝C̷̡͔̦̏͌͒̀ȟ̴̢̬̘̺̲̻̼̺͈̠͜ǎ̶͈̋̉͂̈́̈́̾͋̂n̴̨͇̮͙͇̫̻̺̝͂̂c̶͔̜̻̀͛̀͗̎̽ę̶̟̦͙̗̮̖͕͍̝͖̭́̌͋̉͝ ̸̡̩̳͚͇̯̫̖͈̣̒̊w̶̮̭̫͕̗̮͘͝ā̸͎̯͕̻̜̀͗̈́̔̊͌̀̆́̃͜s̶͔̮̿ ̸͉͙̄̈̎̾̊̉͛̕͝h̴̙̜̼̳̮̎̏̉͂̓̅͑̀̚͝e̸̢͑ḽ̶͖͍̹̊́̈́͛͗̏̊p̸̘̞̩̘͓̯̰̠̪͈̺̊̄ ̶̲̠͔͚̜̱̞̜̲̻̱̏m̵̛̟̗͔͙̀͊̈́͊͑ë̴͍̫͉̲̦́̄̂̏͗̆̓͒͆͝ ̷̧̦͚̦̣͓͉̪͚̯́̌̈́͊̂͘͝ͅͅç̶̮̮̙͇͚̳̫̖͉̔͂͑̔͗͑̈̎̿͌ļ̶̨̘̰̖̹͙̥̪̗͌̓̆͜e̵̡͂͛̇͐̐̌͂̽a̶͔̥͕͆̅͂̃̉̇͝ͅn̷̛͈̯̲̞̯̻̭͛̈̃̈́̅͒̔̕ ̶̼͙̞̝̲̝̥̱̙̳͈͆͗̏͜ā̴̛̘̹̠͈̰̪̩͍̥̩̻̗̃̀͘ ̶̡̗̻̌̋̃͊̚ͅb̷̪̦̥̻͖̹̼͉͆̀i̸̙̰̥̻̲͂̀t̶̢̪̗̘͙̙̺̯̖̒!

*He lied not wanting to worry him since who knows if this was connected to glitches or not or whatever was happening. Unaware of the most obvious warning sign hi̸̧͈̠͂̊m̷̧̞̫͋̄̊s̶̯̲̄e̵̙͕̭̒l̵̺̻̽̈́f̸̨̏͑͂.*

[deactivated-blog]

I-I need to take care of this! Oh my gods, Parker, I didn't realize you were getting thid bad! If I had known earlier, I-

Lee was frantically pulling out his notebook and flipping to various pages, trying to find out where he put his research for staving off glitches.

You and Chance were cleaning? What did you come across? It might be related to the gliching.

// so sorry for the late reply... we were quite busy, hahah.

[glitch-parker]

Ooc: Nah your good))

*He was starting to panic a little bit making the glitching a little worse. Had he not been as good at acting like he was ok? What does he mean by getting worse?? And worst of all he felt like he had to fix it. Fix this whatever this was. Parker nonchalantly Yanks the notebook out of his hand. No glitching gets on the notebook tho*

H̸̞̥͗́̃͛͊͘͝e̷̛̳̻̭̖̣͚͚̳͈̖̪̳̒͆̽̊̈́͊͛͐̈́͝͝ͅẙ̸͕͇̠̝̺͂ͅ ̷̳̲̽͊͗̈́́̉̑̽̎͂̃̓͝ͅn̸͕̜̩̞͉̫̙̼͔̤̺̓̌̄̓͐̈́͠͝͠ͅo̸̡̯̲̣̠̩̐͛̓̈͝w̶̻̜͓͙͖̗͖̝̗̭͚͌, ̵̢̧̟̼̟̳̘̈́̓̿ͅT̴̢̨͇͇̭̝͖͓̓͂̓̉͂͋͋ḥ̸͖̤̻̭̇͐̐̊̾̐͐̆͛͋͘̕͝ȩ̴͕̮̼͙̣̘̼̼͕͍͍̀̀̏͐r̷̡̢͎̩̻͕̞̰̮͉̘͍̈́̇͠͝ẽ̷̯͇̟̣̜̟̖̪͒͊̔̇̃̓ͅ'̶̧̗͎̦͎̤̩̈̑͋͠͠ͅs̸̩̮͙͓͇̼̫̭̑̚ ̶̰͕̑̎̆͘͜n̶̠̭̱̍̈́̔̏̎̏̒͝ȏ̴͇́̃̓̑̊̆̏͠ ̴̛̭̘̼̭̪̲͇̿͋̅̔̓͛͛̓̋̓̋̃ͅn̸̨̨̢̥̩̲̝̼̤̼̻̄͌͒͊̇̂̆̿͘̚̚̚͝e̴̡̯̱̻͚͎̺͆͘ẻ̷̝̠̻̈́́̎̽̉̀̉̑̚͝d̴͕̜̦̲͉̪̻͙̀͜ ̷̧̛̻̖͓̻͇̮͂̎̇͋̐f̷̆̏̏ò̵̢̢̯͓̩͍̩̼̳̖͝ṛ̴̺̘͂ t̶͈̱̪͕̻͉̦̞̦̫̮̩̊͑̈́͗̑̅́̄̐̈́͠h̴̢̖̝̣̱̫̦̭̯͎̬̩̺̉͂͗̈́͒̎̅̕a̷̳̭̙̝͚͆̌̏͂̆͝t̸̡͚̜͚̹̯̲̼̦̱̂̀̿̈́̾̍͐̀́̐̈ͅ.̶̹͓́͒̈̔̈ͅ

Ň̵̞̭͋͋̌̇͆̅͝ó̶̢̱̪̝̗̤̬͒͒̂͝ ̶̨̨̛̭͔̖̳̒̌̊͌̿g̶̭̭͍̙̊̽̀̀͌̈́́́͑͊l̵̜͎͚̓̀͆̃͐̏̑̕i̵͈̞̰͔̺̲͑͐̆̇̽̑̚͜͠ͅt̷͚̮͖̭̱͖̜͓̰̾͒̓̒̃̕͠ͅč̴͇̱̝͖̞̳̄̀͐̑ḩ̷̨̲͖̝͎̳͓̖͝e̴̥̖̜͙̬̗̍̐̀͐̍̔̕̚͝͝s̷̢̧̥̣̟͔͖̍̾̌̉̿̅͗͑̎̏ ̷̠͉̗̠̔j̵̝̜̥͈̙͍̮͉͚͗̔́̃̓͗̓̽̈͜u̸̖̾ŝ̷̢͖͋̾͗̓̒̃͊̈̕t̵̨̢̯͍̭͓̤̫͕̯̑̅̃͝ ̵̘̹̲̔͋̐̋̌ͅc̷̨̣̰̤͓̮͈̥̙̙̐͊̀͋̃̕l̷̢͇̦̹̪̣̫̳͇̅͛ͅẽ̴̛̩̱͐͊̓͐́̀͝ä̴̛̯͕̣͎̣̣͕́͌̇͒̌̚̕͝n̸̤͎̦̦͂͐̐̽͋̂̚i̷̛͉͓̻̘͓͍͍̓̑̌̎͜n̵̢͓͔͓͎̆͗̊͌̎͗̊̈́͊͜͝ģ̷̧̡̯̙͚̞̖̮̑̎̌̊̔͂̇̽̇ ̷̰͔̼̪̤̾̌͒̈͋͌ͅả̵̠̗̱̮̮̅̉̉̉f̵̨̦̞̳͙̀̈́̐̚͜t̴̘̭̪̥̖̥̽̍ͅě̷̗͌̀̿̂̌̑̉ȑ̸̛̮̙̦͖̗͔̬̼̼̖̽͗̽́͛̈́̚ ̸̫͇͙̪͎̂̃́̏͐̈́͗͊̆ḁ̴̘͔̅̈͐̔ ̸̞̰̤͇͍͚̀̀̒͝ĺ̷̨̖̀̐̽̾͂̀́̋̿i̶̢̠̫̱͔̞̯̰̱͔͛ṱ̶̡͂̀͊͗͝͝ț̵̫̻̬̰́̍l̵̘̗̟͈̐̄́̄̔́̊̀̾e̴̝̘͌̿͌̅͋ ̵̯͆̈́̀͐́m̷̠̫̊̒̉̕ḙ̸̙̬̰̝͙̆͆s̶̰͙͉̯̃̂̇͝͠s̸̬̘̩̀̿͜.̷̼͕̥̖͎̩̦̞̗̒̈́͒̑̋̈́

R̶̯̝̭̥̹̠̺̳̮̣͑̉͊͌̒̍͠͝͠ì̴͔̯̈́̈̓̾̄̑͝g̵͖̮̰̍̀̓͠h̶̠̙͇̽͆͜ţ̶̝̼͚̩̞̺̉̿̽́͊̇̐ ̶̛̠̙͓̥͈̜̺̘̍́͆̑̽̄̿̇C̸̤̅͐̈h̸̜͚̣̤̼͌̌̿̏̕͝a̴̢̧̢̠̟̩͍̯͔̱̿͗̂̑͐̀͝n̷̪̓̂͆̍͋̓ĉ̶̡̬̼͉̝͙̼̥͑̒̒͝e̷͔̹̩̬̪͕̖̲̽̆̅̄́̈̎͋͘͝?̸̨̡̢̙͕̘͉͙͒

*He elbowed Chance hard. He moved his head to whisper to him out of sight from lee. It was almost impossible to tell what Parker was saying since the glitching but his mouth clearly was mouthing "Back me up!"*

( @nat-20-on-perception)

[nat-20-on-perception]

Oh! Yeah, just- we were cleaning and Parker was making sure the games were good, no glitches!

[Chance smiles nervously, hoping he’s being convincing. He looks over at Parker with a nod]

He just- started to glitch a bit, so I’ve been helping him as best as I can- nothing to do with what we were doing, just a sudden glitch!

[He reaches to Parker’s hand, squeezing it to assure Parker that it would be okay.]

[glitch-parker]

*Everything was going good until. Chance mentioned glitching. This is not what he wanted at all! Chance can't just mention glitching now! Not in front of him! why would he lie about him glitching that doesn't even make sense. The glitching on his body seems to become worse from him already spiraling just a little bit about how Lee is taking this*

Į̷͈͎̰͉̥͈̱͎̬̫̥̜̆͊̽̏͌̏͂͌̋͊̍̍͗͘̚ͅ-̵̢̦̗̗̘̺̳͖͎́ ̴̮͙̲̣́͘͝nő̶̧͚͚̜͙̭͇̝̭̞̿̃̑͜ͅ ̸̧̞̘̫̺̪̭̯͓̓̏͌̍͑͗n̸̛̛͈͍̰̘̺̫̟͉̰̯̤̳̻͉̂̈́̐͆͂̆̾͋͘ǫ̸̧̰̗̜͔̗͖̜̩̭̐̆̄̋̈͌!̸̭̫̻̃̽͂͛̏̓͋̑̃̆̓̉̚̕̕ ̵̧̩̯̙̻̏̓͐̈́͐̔͂͗̾͗͐Ỉ̶͙̰͈̹̲͓̱̯̈́͊͒͊̐̾͑ͅ ̶̨͍͉͛w̵̼̩̔̎̄́̈̂͝͠a̵̯͔͊̆͐̉́̿́̂̍̔̓̀͗͋̒ș̸̛̣̙̰̃͂̈̆́̔͒̄̊̓̎́̿̚n̵̹͙̤̰̦͂̆ͅ'̵̢̼̳̜̮̗̄̒̂̾͊͜ẗ̴̨̢̺̼̲̳͈̣̹͕̺̟̰́̚ ̵̨͔̣̗̹̩͇͇̘̏-̴̡͚̤͚̬̐̊͂̽̔̇̄̈̿͒͘͝͠ ̴̓͆̓̈́

g̴̟̳̳͈̙͕̮͈͙̠͈͑̔͌̆̏͒̕o̶̿̍͊͘͠ḋ̷͖̹̹̮͇̓̔́̾̅͒̂̊͑̀͜͠͠͠ ̸̧̨̛̳͙̱̩̬̜̲̜͕̇̓̓̄̍̄̚͜d̶̙͔̳̉̎̔̓̑̑̍̏̂͐̕͜͠a̶̡̢̢̨̼͔͇̼͈͑̽͑̄̈́͐̈͒̈́͐̊̒͝m̸̨̘̠͎͔͔̞̻͕̣̼̰̠̎̒ͅṇ̶̫̙̮͛ ̷̢̘̫̦̝͕͙͈̙̻̬̏̇̾̉̊͂͒̚ͅỉ̴̥̖̮͚͉̮̯̺̠̘̀̐̓t̵̨̢̛͖̲̟̝͚̰̯̜̍̽́͗̀̀̄͘͘̚̕ͅ ̴̹͇͎̳̦̭̼̳͌͑̆̈́̏̃̚̚C̴͠h̶̬̮̎̌̐͌̂̀̊͝͝ͅā̸̡̨̛̼̣̞̖̀̑͠n̵̲͓̙̭̮͉͈̼͙̜̠̑̅̆̇͊̈̀͂͐̔͑̅̈́͒͝ç̵̢̧͕̪̻͇̮̻̩͙̓̓̐̃̄̒͒̅̇͒̓͒è̸̛̫̣͍͖̝̹͕̞̈́̒̅̂̎͌̆̓̾̔̆̅͐!̴͔̩̖͈͚̺͍̺̠̖̾̒͂̿̓͐̀̾́̚

( @showstopper-homeowner)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance puts his hands up defensively]

Oh- no no I didn’t mean while we were cleaning! You started glitching afterwards, not during! We were sitting here, and then it started- nothing about the cleaning was involved!

[He glances nervously at Lee]

[glitch-parker]

*He firmly grabbed him by the shoulders and loudly whispers*

Ň̶̤̗̞̻̩̬̃̓̒̈́̏̄̐̒̈̈́̏̀̈́͑̀o̴̧̢̩̲̤̗̲͈͉̎́̏̍͠t̵͙͔̹̟̪͓̯͋̀̂̆̔͌̏̾̚͜͝ ̷̬̞͌̋̿̉̆̿̊̕̕͠h̶̯̻͍̜͈͖̲̦̫̞̹̀̂̎͗̄̔́͐̔̕ȩ̶̢̖̠͖̭̟̮͓͛͜͝ͅl̵̛̞̂͒̽͂̒̑̅̀̒̚͝p̶̺̾̎̀̆̿̊͗̏̆į̶̗͎̝̭̪̙͈̩̫̹̫̮͙̤͚͐̑̐̽n̶̳̗͇͓͉͙̯̝̫̻̼̎̔͜ͅģ̷̥͖͓̘̠̟͙̬̩̫͈̝̣̳͉̣̙͆̿̀̎̐͗̉̌͐͌̂̿̈̈̚ !̶̨̟̘̖̥̬̜̹͍̐͌͗̄̄̀̌͂̚

// *sigh* what did I tell you about him not knowing he glitches in his sea of denial that surprised me sometimes!))

[nat-20-on-perception]

I’m sorry!! It’s- I’m saying that incase Lee sees something we can’t, that- seems to happen a lot-

[He tries to lie smoothly, but is fairly obviously nervous about all of this.]

//Hes trying his best /silly

[glitch-parker]

*Parker let's go of him and pitcher his temple in frustration. Parker wouldn't be surprised if his headache didn't leave for a weeks after this*

//which one? ... / Half joking. Also /silly

[deactivated-blog]

...Uhm.

// chance, cmon buddy. dont lie to us

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance attempts to ignore the mods. Not very well though. It’s obvious he hears them as he keeps glancing around every time they speak to whatever direction their voices come from. His voice comes out quieter.]

Parker I… think we need to tell Lee. It’s- not for anything bad, it’s just- there’s something we know and- he just wants to help take care of it, you know-?

//Come on, chance. Acknowledge them.

you’re making me look crazy, Cupid-

//Meh, that’s what comes with being aware.

[glitch-parker]

*Parker was not paying attention at all to Chance seeming crazy. His head hasn't stopped hurting since well everything. He wished he could have just gone back. Back to beginning the day. Beginning of yesterday where they played games, it seemed fine. Maybe even the beginning of the week or whatever day it was at this point. Today was definitely his worst of the days he's ever lived he sure of it.*

T̵͕̣̟̎͋̓̓͝e̶̳̗̖͌͊l̶̳̙̰͔̯̑l̷̛̰̹̃̐̾̽͑̈ ̶̹̟̝̆̄h̷̛̙̾̾̆̔͛i̸͕͎̿͂͜m̶̨̗̼͇̱̾͌̑͌͗͂̅ ̸̡͈͇̫̮͉͉͆̃͊̔w̸̢̦̯̐̒̐̀̀͝͠ͅẖ̶̌͆a̷̻̮̽́t̵͓̲͊̒͂̾̊̊?̷͔̰͔̳͖̦̰̓͋̆̈̚ ̷̯̱͐͑̈̋̃ͅͅÀ̴̡̻͓̺̹̈́͂̌̇͘l̶̢̖͗͜͝l̸̢̲̰̬͚̍̏̽́̇ ̷̗͍̼̠̱̓͜ͅḩ̸͖̣̮̀̀̋͗̂̕i̶̭̇̊͛͌s̸̭͇͕͚̆̿ͅ ̴̨̡͕̬̫̏̽́̄̎̿͜ͅg̸̹̠̹̳̭͕̪̏̐͋͠á̷͔͕̫̗͋̈́̚̚m̶̱͉̥̀͜e̴̞̓̕s̷̨̯̼͔͖̭͐̉̓͠ ̷͓̝͌͐̕ş̴̛̼̰̒̄̈́̐͊̍ȋ̴̧͌̏m̵̡̡̗̖̞̃̾u̴͚͙͊̊̄̐̈́l̵̝͕̱̝̍͐͆̌̓͜t̶̰̲̼̲̽͗̐͠a̸͍̮̰͈̘̐͑͛n̸̢̢̢̻̪̦̅̂̕e̸̝̙̙̍̾̊͊̀̋͌o̶̰͋̽̓̉͐̽u̷̫̦̖̪̖͒s̸̫̪͚̈́̎̃̆͂̕l̸̞̫̝͈̿̍̂̈́y̶͍̭̫̣͐͗̋̈́̚ ̷̠̾̾̈́̏̈́̀͝d̶̢͎̻̫̈ĩ̶̥s̸̜̲̤͙͌͒̈́̍́̆̕ap̶͎̖̳͖̲͇̖͐̈́̚͝p̷̘̼͎̤͈̺͌e̸͍͍̦̘̿̈́͗̈́a̵̧̞̩͙̅̐̂̐́r̶̡̳̗̗͗̈̈́͆̂͋͋ë̷̱̻͛̇d̸̨̳̠̯̮̜̹̾ ̸̞̀õ̸̖̳̠̪͒͝ͅŕ̴̘̍͋̉͆͝ ̷̥͖͔͙͙̫̌͝m̷̘͍̍̀̇̽͂ǎ̸͎̝̟̳̯̫̱̀̇͠y̸̙̖̳͒̈̃́̈́͝b̷̨̮̤͛̇̓̾̈̍e̷̙̓̈́̅̓͌ ̴̧̧̫̲͒̓̂͊n̶̞̣̱̜̉͑͑̓͋̚͝ͅė̵͇̹̼̐͋̌́̚͠v̶͙̲̮̂̋́͗ë̵̖̩͎͎̭͚́͒͑̅͜͠ȓ̸̛͓̉͛̀͂ ̵̡̥̯͙̗̓̎͑̕͜ͅĕ̸̠͖̬̫̌̀̊̈́̋̕x̴̡͍̞̞̹̂̈̾̽̀̿͝i̶̢̹̳̙̪̘͉̎͌͛s̷͖͉̙̰͌̈́̐́͝͠ẗ̴̻̫̪͈̮̹́͑͛̋̍̂e̶̡͖͓͈͓̯̼̓̃̓́̉͘d̶̢̠̩̤̞̱̱͗͝ ̸̡̤͔̲̐͌̓̃̚d̶̢̧̦̬̪͆̿͠ͅe̵͖̩̯̫͛̌̽s̶̟̬̩̭̆̏͠p̶̹̒̂i̵̙͙͂̑̂t̷͍̫̩͍͂̍̓̍͘̕͝ḕ̵̞̞́̐ ̵͚̟͋͋̎́m̷̱̭͇̜͎̠̌́̽̎́̓̕e̸̛͇̬̤̊̌̄̋́͗ ̶̥̿̀̎p̷͉̩̤̝͒̀̈́ͅl̷͚̝̦̠̘͚͈̒̆͒̅͘͝͝a̶̛̰͌̽͗̍͊y̷̨̰͓̹̪̲̏̾i̸̡͓̫͊͝n̷̰̜̬͇̐̆̿̊̾̆g̷̳̮͚̀̾͌́̿̅ ̵͍̯̩̦̺̟̪̽̋̈́͐͝t̸̨̪̦͑̅̋ͅh̴̠̀̿͑́̚͠ę̵̹͈̖͌̅̕͜m̴̹̦̠̫̟̲͉͊͒͒!̵̘̜̣̻̤̥́̄̑͋ ̷̯͍̞͌̒̆̅͊̐͘͜B̶̢̦̺͓́͑e̷̟̼͙̍͗̈̊̇̂̈ȉ̸̩̳̯͉̲̍͊n̶͚̙͎̭̗̑͑̈́͜ġ̴̨͖͗̕ ̶͎͂ţ̸̢̼͔̞̪͌h̸͇̽̔̉̽́͝ê̵̛̬̼̬̊̍͆̚m̵͙̘̙̱͓̼̪̓̐̊̇̈́!̷͔̱͚̯̉

//one point for Parker zero for his sanity))

H̴̨̰̺̜̦̋̈͝e̸̠͇̥̯͚̎̈́̚ͅ ̶̗̓̈́̊̋̑̈̉c̸͖̜͍̜͕̓̀a̶̪̩̞͋̅̅͑̓̀ņ̴̩͎̠͓̑̎̋͘'̸̿̎͂̂̀̕͜t̴̤̟̲̫͖͚̹̆͂̈́̏͑ ̴̳͕͘̚d̸̖͔͎̹̫̯̮̋̐o̵̢̯̱̫̠̩̓͆̊͆̋̈́͜ ̷͉̮̬̱̞̰͉̍̑͝a̶̧͓͈̪͂̈́̋̄͝n̷̡̩̯͖̬͑͠ỳ̴̘̰̹͎͈̗̾̉̑̅t̶̥̕h̷̲͗̒̅́̍͘ͅi̴͚̹̅͆̍͆̑̄̉ǹ̶̻͎͉̤͔͠g̴̺͋͒!̴̡̧̩̫̌̾͗̄̂͝ ̵͚̬͎̼́̂̌͌͒̈͝ͅŶ̷̢̱͕̺̇͊ǒ̵̖͛ư̷̩͈̙̙͕̐̎͑̈́͑ ̷̙͈̺̥̓̈́̓̚č̸̨̨͉̪̞͓̋͋͝a̴̱̞̜͇̬͇̥͐̽̑̊͂͑ǹ̷̹̝̟̭̈̈́̉͐̈́͛͜'̴̰̩̰̪͉̀t̴̙̭̥̄͊͘ ̶̠̐͌̌̎̊̋a̶̡͓̠̲̮͋́̿̎n̴̢̖͉̬̱̾͑̌̀͝ͅy̶̡̢̨̦̼̖̤͐͐͝t̶̠̬͊̇̓̄́̓̓h̵͎̳̼̣̙̞̠̒͐̀͗̕i̵̧̟̰͕̹̿́̊͌̃̈n̸̜̹̙̓̈̑̏̀̕g̴͇͛́̋̀̋!̷̧̢̲͈̟̹̌̅͒͝ ̶̟̔̽̈Á̴̯̪̤̘͍̣̓͝͝ǹ̸͈͍̠͎͓̼͗̌͒͜͝d̸͖̬͓͉͓͍̉ ̵͆̓̇̂̋ͅI̵̥̅͊̔͐́ ̴̢̤̜̱͍͆͐̏̔͗̍͘C̴̱̚Ă̷̪͇͇̹̣̟͛͒̏͂̽Ņ̷̰̯̊̿̈́̃́̅̚'̶͔͇̬̗̳͍͖̓̄̎̒Ṱ̷̟̈́̄̇ ̴̲͆̎̅͑̿͊̚d̶̯͕͍̭̰̼̼̋̓̃̑͒̐o̸͙͖̘͖͔͋͒͌͊͑͝ ̶̛̭̺̓̕ã̵̘̤̞̟̌̊̍̽n̸̻͓̙͋̍̅̾͝y̶̨̢͔̠̘̋͊̉͆t̵̻̣̥̠̺̐̐̀h̸͇͇̺̼͈̉̅i̵̢̳̭͍͐̓̓̌͗͘͝ͅn̷̡͍̂̈́͌g̶̪̑͂͝!̷̙̗͉̀͗̅̔̀.̷̛̞̌̆̃͘̚͝.̴͙̞͎̃̎̍.̸̡̠̣͋̋̍͛̈́͋̚͜ͅ

*His words seem to hit him like a truck. He weekly moves back until he feels the wall sliding down it gripping at his head from the headache*

W̶̮͚̐̾̕͝ḩ̵̙̞̣͔̙̘̤̈́̌͊̚y̴̢͕̏̉̈́̿͠.̸̡̙͇̔̂.̸͝-

̴̘͍̈́̿́̇͠W̶̛̦͕̍̀̏̋̾͐̆h̷̭̣͚͖̲̭̥͆͋y̸̨̲̗̜̳͍̼̍̽̀̀̚͝ ̴̮̖̣̗̬̼̃̃͝d̷̫̽̐̔̈̓̕͝ơ̴͙̰̲̗͈̫̈̄̍́̀͝ ̶̨̡̢͇̣̰̈́̌͐́k̶̹͋ẽ̴͓̫ę̴̛̹̻̪̎́̇͗͆͘p̷̳͐̄̊͐͝͝ ̸̳̥̱̪͈̥̠̝̃͋̈́̌s̴̨̟͕̝̥̹̈́̃a̵̢̛̳͚͕̬͛̐̐y̷̩̟̤̗͖͉͓̬͋̀̉̓̀̈́͠i̵̜͙̘̖̝̥͐̽̎͜ͅn̵͛̂́͛͜g̷̢̨͍͈̠̼̥̯̐͋̈́̆ ̸̙̖̾̃̈́̏͑̕t̷̛͈̽͊́h̷̬̜̙̋̅̈́͊̓͝ą̷̖̊ṫ̴̨̖̲͍̩̠̏͆͛̅̅̕?̷́̚.̶̮͔͙̦̬̭͓̽͛͑̈́̂̅̽́͜..̶̢̖̯̖͎͎̆͑̒̊̅̈́̚͜͝ͅ ̷̣̩͈̀Ẁ̴̨͓̫͆h̸͍̘́̿͗̅a̵̭͑̇̒̊̋͝͠t̵͎̮̙̂ ̴̡̡͚̮̭͕͆ḏ̵̼̙̙̙̂͒̽͑o̶̢̗̳̤̼̲͗̎͂̈́̈́͝ ̷͇͍̘̼̞̘̿y̵̺̺̤͕̙͙͎̙͌̒̈́̚͠o̷̫̬̅̍ū̴̧̟͈̘͎͕̤̃̇̓̌͒́͝ ̵͙̙̽̽̀̄̎̍̾͆ḵ̴̛̼̗̮͉̥͗̅̃̎̍̂͜ń̵̠̥͉̝̞̬̗͒̂̂̐̋́o̶̘̮̮͈̺̦̠̓͊w̵̞͙̞͆̈́̆͒̍̕̕-̶̯́͑ ̶̲̞͉͇̙̭͊Ẃ̷̭̤͈͘ȟ̸̘̬̪͎̘͉̔͛a̶͕̓̅̆̽̓̔ẗ̸͓̦̘́̊̌͠ ̶̥͍̓̓͝d̴͙̪͇̰̯͑̏͒͂̃̀̒͜o̷̮̯̩̥̓̑̿͊͝n̵̳̺̪͖͉̣̯̍̉͑͐̑'̷̣̩̩̦̩̮̄̏̎̃͋̀ͅṭ̵͍̚ ̶̯̈́̃͂̄̓̽̂͠Į̴͍̩̖̖͙͗͆ ̶̟̓k̵̙̹̞̬͙͔͛n̸̯͓̲̯͐o̸͍̯̘͊̃w̷͖̫͈̩̰̓̏̐̀͑̈͜͝?̷̨̫̖̹̜͛́̚͝!̴̨͍͍̤̿̑̆̿ ̴͕̌̌̒̿́̑

*He was pleading he was scrunched up on the ground which made his whole body seem like just a giant glitch ball*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance looks over at Lee. He’s looking for a yes or no on if he should tell Parker.]

I… debated on it earlier. Just tell me if I should.

[deactivated-blog]

I... Go ahead. He... He needs to know.

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance nods. He approaches Parker, reaching out to put a hand on Parker’s shoulder.]

You’re gonna have to work with me on this, okay? It’s going to seem crazy, but… knowing can help. The more you know, the less it can affect you, I think.

[He takes a deep breath, pulling back out the glitching dice.]

Do you remember when I brought up this to you? How I rolled for perception and then suddenly could hear other people that didn’t seem to exist? It… apparently, there’s more to it.

[He puts the dice aside.]

That wall. You said you looked through it once. Thats letting you see your mod. The person I keep talking to whenever it seems like I’m talking to nobody is them. I have one too, their name is Cupid. Lee has one, and so do Holly and Hector. You’re the first I think to actually see their mod. So… I’m going to tell you what that means.

[He sighs softly, obviously worried about how Parker will react.]

We found out that we’re in a game. It’s… weird to know, but it explains everything. Why everyone has been quiet, why your games are disappearing… everything. Your games used to exist, but because we’re in a game… they don’t. Because there aren’t any “sprites” as the mods call it to show what your games look like. Thats… that’s where your games went. Including Sandy Land. I…

[He paused, the continued]

I didn’t want to tell you because me and Holly found out by, well… chance. I rolled perception and began to see the mods as floating eyes, and now me and Holly can actually interact with ours now that they and some of voices explained what’s going on. That’s why you heard me call the voices ‘Askers’ or ‘Anons’ because… that’s what they are.

[He pulls back, just incase Parker preferred being alone after hearing all of this.]

Do you need me to tell you more? I can try to explain more of it, if you want.

[By now, his glasses glitched even more, as well as the clasp of his cloak, further hinting to the point as he mumbles about a headache himself.]

[glitch-parker]

*Parker's mouth flapped open and close a few times as he failed to understand anything of what he was saying*

N̷̡̡̻͎͙͔͚͎̘̖̹̘̝̰͓͔̝͊͌͐̑̎̏̇̚͜-̵̡̡̯͔̬͎̼͔̹̥̭̪̦̟͇̬̐͆̾̔͊̈́̔̐̈ ̸̛̗͖̥̟̟̲̲̻̼̉̆͗̀̂̐͗͊̍̆́̕͘̕͜͝͝n̴̨̡̪͚͇̩̓̿̒͗̍͂̃͝ơ̵̡̡̙̺͖͍̭̬͚̫͎̬̥̈́͐̈͆̆̾͛̕̕ ̶̦̭͉̠̻̩́̃̇͑̽͋̉͌̈͑̒̾͌̿̌̚͠͝ͅy̶̛͕̭̬̟͐͋̄͒͆̿̿̉̓̔̂̆̄̚͘͠ö̶͎̮̤́͊̍̎̎̚͝ų̶̡̯̼͙̬̩͚̜̱̥̜̪̼͎͙͋̈́́͆̂̔͆̈́̀̊̉̃ͅ ̸̨̧̥̪͖̘͍̥̣̦̔̔ͅṇ̷͛̃̅̀̈́͊͌e̷̳͗̄̈́̇v̸͚̲̻͉͍̗͖͎͌͒̇̏̍̐̇̓̈́̚͜͝ę̴̫̩̜̥̼̖̪͕̹͍̜̏̇́̋́̾̌́͛̈̅̎͘̚̕r̵̫̪̦͓͚͚̗͑͐̀͂̌̋͜͝-̸̬̲̖̝͖̀̂ ̵̡̣̬̼͍̰̟̰̟̩̲̻̞̥͙̲̟̭̍̿͐̐̀̔͑͂͜Ṭ̸̫̊͐͆̀͑͛̈͛̏̒h̵̨̢͚͚̅́̄̋̈͛́̀̍̏̕͘̚͠ͅȇ̶̛̙̺̭̜̥̓̈́̊͋́̂̚̚-̷̢̦͔̺͕̯̩̗̹̝͔͇̳͂́̋̌͐̓́̄́͋͊̊̐̈́̇̔̾͠͝ ̵̡̲͍̖̅̉͘W̶̡̲̼̜̖̯͙̽̂͂͒̄h̶̝̘̯̭̗͔̒̾͋́̔̋̓̑́̇̇͒̚͝͝͝a̸̛͔͚̺̼͕͊̓̀̏͗̀̈̏̌̓̀̀̈́͘̚͝ẗ̵̥̤͙̰̠͕̘̻́͛̆̌́̈́?̴͍̹̖͈͓̗̠̣̹̮͓̱̲̟̰̝͎́̃͛̽̋̑̈́̊̂̾̽͐́͑́̕͝͠

*He words came as unfinished thoughts failing to articulate anything. The confusion didn't leave as you explain the rest*

W̵̥̩̥̞͕͗̒̾͌̓́̑̿̌̏̒̾͆̒̎͘̚ḥ̸̡̛̥̮̼̺̫̞͍̣͖̹̳̻͒͆̀͘a̸̡̖̘͖̺͎̣͚͇̜̟̪͒͂͂̉ṫ̶̢̼̥̪͚͉̤̫̖͎̗̲͇͉̺̻̾̇̉̈̿̒͂̐̾͂͒-̴́̀́̽̌̇̈́̍̚̚̕͜ ̵̨͈̮̟̪̟̞̣͎͖̮̺̞̩̫͙͋̑͛̔͆̏͆̐̐͋͛̕͝͝ͅw̵̢̨̛͍̘̲̺̲̪̥̰͎͎̖͛̎̐̿̉͒̍͋͂͛̈̿͋͆̀͘̕͜͠ͅḫ̸͇̰̖̭̲̗̝̺͍̳̝̤͖͌̊́̏̉̒̏͒̇͋̇̈́̚ẩ̶̢̨̢͖̪̝̦͈̫̙̈̐͜ṫ̴̡̨̧̫̳̪̣͎̙̼̜̜͔̮̝̑͆͜ͅ ̸̤͓̦͕̪̼̮̙̱͕̭̖̘̮̭͌̾̌̆͋̎̎̍̄͘͜͝ͅà̷̡̡̛̝͖̫̺̪̠͓̲͂̒̂̔̄͘͘͜͝r̸̄̍̏̽͐̈͐͝͠e̴̡̬̳̮͙̭̭̺̳̜̭͉̝̬̻̝̪̙͕̅͐͒͗̊̓̑̃̄̇̂̒͆̑͘ ̷͇̩̙̊̾̅́̀̈́̽̍͘y̸̬͎̘̮͕̤͙̺̫̌̊o̶̹͍̖̲̱͇̺͙̦̣̱̰͙̾̈́͛͆͑̈́͑͘͜ṷ̴̢̡̩̗̖̻̰̬͙̃̋̾͂̓́̐͊̆͠ ̸̡̺͍͈̣̠̳̠̬͔̘̜̬̻̻̠̪̩̓̀̀̄̓̌̚͝o̶̧̠͊̀́̈́̀͐̕͝n̵͐̒͗̒͋͆͋̕͘͜ ̸̛̯̗͈̖̖̣͚̺̠̭̓͐̂̔͛̏͒͋͑͑̒̃̕̚͝͠͝ͅa̵̛͔̠̰̖̒͐͒̿̀͋̂̏b̵̧̨̛͈̻͙̙̖͕̝͎̭̫͔̦͉̺̩̎́̇̏̽͊̀͛͠ơ̶̢̛̬͉̬̰͔̹̏̇̅̾̊̑̓̓̾͐͒͆̚͠͠͝ű̴̢̜͖̯̬̯̖̮̿̃̅t̴̩̰͙͠!-̸̶̧̜̰͓̮̮̪̟͙̜͔͛͋̽̓̔͆̊͐͐̏̀̈͋T̴̛̟̲̙̳̥̈́̂̿̆̀̔̌͂͌͌̉̕h̶̞̥̺͎̳̽͘ą̴̨̛̫̲͈͙͖̥͖͎̬͗͒̔̀̐͛̀̀̈́͆̑̍͋̏̓̒̋t̶̢̢̡̛͖̥̦̙̣̣͖̙̠͖͖̞̝̦̬̓́̏͆̔̅̋̉̍̓͊̕͜ ̵̨̗̠̠̖̫͉͔̌͊̓̒̉̑̀͑̑͐̽̆͘͜͝͝ḑ̸͖̫̭͓̬̜͈̼̗̹̟̇̉̈́̂́̓͋̀̉̏̒͛̽͌́̕̚͝ỏ̸̙͈̻̺̯͓͈̻̖͐̾͗̇͜͝͝e̵̝̠̓̀̄̇̒͂̂͗ͅṡ̵͎̫̐̆͗͊̀n̴̡̛̳̫̬̺͙̝̣͚̹̬̣̫̂͐͌͂́͌̀͝'̴̡̧̹̮̠͕̜͚̹̠͓̐ͅẗ̶̢̛̛̻͙͍̱̩̣͓̣̼̤̫̄͛̈́̈́̓̈́̓͗́͆͗̕̚ ̸̨̰͆̐̄̉̑̔̏̏̄̀͆̄͐͌̍ḿ̴͇̞̜̻̦̹͒̂͌͘ą̵̟͍̣̣̻̜̙̱̞̣͎̇̈́̎͌̆͐̋̒̈̄̾͘̚͜k̷̹͕͙͍͕̫̂̄̈̿͠ë̵̢̠͙̦̱̤̱̲͉͍ ̸̪̠͕͙͔̳̥̠͎̰̺̥̭̗̹́̓͛͐̌̇͊͘ŝ̷̢̧̨̨͖͉̖̯͉̣̱̤̭͉̹̮̱̄̈͛̓̕͜ͅę̵̟̲̬̓̔ń̸̡͔̟͍̫̱̥͉̭͇̳͐̓̀́́̑͌͐̔̇̕͘ş̵͍̭͙̰͇̈̔̔͐͌̌̆̎͆͘͜ē̸̱̞͖̮͉̺͔̠͉̗̿̃̈̃̇͗̉́̇̋͘̚͠ -̸̧̆̆

̵̼̞͉̺̿L̷̛͙̳̬͖̳̰̘̍̊͋́͛̓͐̽͗͒͂͒͋̒̚̕e̵̡̗̪̗̫͚̬̟̪̘̪͈̊̈́̃ę̷̧͈̞͎̤̩̟̭̺̫̖̦̞͈̗͚̖̏͘!̸̮̅́̅͑͆̓̄̓̅̈̂͌͐͋̑̚ ̷̨̖̺̗̼͔͚̝͙̫̳͉͕͈͕̥̬̂̂̀̀̀̌͊̎̿̑́̒̆̑́͝

*He suddenly called reaching out to him but just as quickly as he tried to get up he stumbled back grabbing his head leaning against the wall again*

w̸̡͚̱̬̮̦̪̟̼͆̈́̈́̍̅̏̇̑̿́̐́̆̈́͜ȩ̵̗̥͕̥̩̲̩͚̤͌͋̈́̓̑̅̏͑̓͝ ̵͔̒̎ p̶̹͍̜̞̫̬̻͎͒͆̂́͗̅̊̈́͂͌̋̿͗̇͌̍̋̚̕͜l̴̨̧͖͎̭͚̼͇̆̾̇̇̊̌̏͘̕ȃ̸̡̛̳̰̻̮̲̙̙̫̹̠̩̻͎͚͓̽̅̀͒̚̕ͅy̷͓̤̮̰͕̞̠͔̤̹̓͌̿̉̉̇̇͜ ̴̢̛̲͎͉̹̞̼̳̜͌͐̈́̉̍̈͂̓̓͘͜͝͠m̷̘͖͇̰̗͉̦͗͌̀̂͐̈́͋͌̚͜ͅ-̵̡̛̥̯͔̮̫̹̞̬̳̞̜̺͔͚͇̏̐̈̒̎̿ͅ ̸̱̈͂͆̂͒̏ͅm̶̨͍̯͇̖̄́͌̏̔̑̔̀̓̐͋͂͘y̴̧̭̙̮̳͔̬̳̭̜̭͎̪̖͈̹̣̰͗̅̎͋̍̆̀̔̈͂̒̊͐̀̈́̎͘͘ ̴̢̧͉̣͕̺͎͈͖̦̩͉̘̒̽͂͑̈́̈͑̎̒̇̃̈́͐͐̈́̚͘g̸̛͎̓̽̇͝a̷̢͉̪̙͈̬̣͈̦͓̍̔̌̓́̽̕͜m̵̫͉͍̿̇̌͐̈̍̀̅̕͝e̸̡̨̡̛̻̣̲͔̗̙̠͓̞͖̭̥͚̟̠͌́͑͐̈́̃͐̚͜ş̸̛͙̗͓͈̙̱̬̗̞̼̩͂̐̀̑̆͋̂̌͋̍̀̄̽̓͂͒ ̸̡̬͓̩̦̙́̆̈͛̋́̿͌̏͑̋ḅ̷̧̢͔̭̲̥͍̟͔͇͖̗͊͌̌̍̓͜͜͝ͅe̵̢̼̬͓̠̜̯̱̠̣̯͉͚͋̀͊̀͜ͅf̶̛͕̞̱̈́͛ͅǫ̸̹͇̠̙̺̝̼͋̽̐̀̃̈́̆͂̃̋̏̇ͅŕ̴̫̳̲̐e ̵̢̦̰̯͑́̓̽͆͌͂̀̅̃͆̏̋̔̂̅̽͘ ̷̡̢͍̳̮͇͇̩̹̩̩̖̫͙̱̜̄̔͌̽̽̓̇̓̉̉̊͌̏̕͜͜͝ͅr̴̨͙̹̦͙̝̻͇͇̣͇̹͑̊̅͊̎̽̓̃̓̉͛̄i̶̧̝̲̪̺̫͕͖͍͖̩̺̔̈ͅg̵͔͙̮̽̽͌̓̓͋̑̉̌̒̓͊̚͠h̵̖̠̥͚̘̹͉̞̼́̑͜t̷͕́̈͌́̀̋ͅ!?̵͎̖̾͊̈́͂̏̑̈́͛̋̒̎̌̋͑͛̓̑̅̕ ̶̬̗̋̾̒̑̆̓̿͐̍͂̂̇̌́́Ś̵̕̚â̴͈̝̤̩̭̫̞̺͉̻͙̱͍͖̖̹̆̄̂̊̆̎̕ͅn̸̹͇̩̽͛̿̽͗ḑ̵̯̯͈͙̬̜̮͔͙͈̩̞̺̉͌̀͌̓̃̊̃́͑̋̈͑̌̿͜͝y̵̛͙̹͗̓͗͊͝ ̸̨̞͇͚͎͚̥̞̮̺̹̥͇̫̇͆̈̈́͆̋͌̿́̀̐͘̚͜͜͠L̶̪̳͈̯͙͖̬̯̠̺͎͍̟̃̎̇͑̉̃̇̓̅̈́͌̌̕͜a̵̛͎̠͛̏̌̏̈́͑̔̕̚n̴̡̩̺̯͔̘͈͍͇͍͙͕͙͌̊̓̂̏̑͂̐͌̋͗̕d̶̨̧̡̢̜̱̱̪̮̄̾̎̋̅̄͘͜͜͝,̵̢̝̠̖̜̩̞̬̩̦͈̱̖̬̤͎̑̿͋͛͒̈́̑̀̄͊͘͘͜͝͝ ̸̧̛͎̤̻̱̬̮̔C̷̡̢̢̨̣̲̘̜̮͇̼͈͍͎͕̞̭̈́̽ͅͅh̵̗̥͕̹̠͙̳̩͓̲͇̩̲͈̉̀̈́̏̿͊̈̿̂é̶̛̪͖̬̖͓̥̙̻̦͚̖̔̍͌̑̀͋͂͆͋̊̎̒̈́̚͠s̸̘̻̞̲͚͍̖̗̤̥̗̜͈͉̭̲̓̾͗̽̔́̽̊̄̚͜ŝ̸͙̹̼͕̤̫̫̟̈͋̌͆͋̀̕͝͝͝,̵͎̟̞̬̃̿͐͑̌̔̈́̒͆̓̇͂́̽͜͝ ̴̢̧̠͓̰̘̖̺̻̤̠̲̼͇̗̈̀̑̕͝͠ͅC̴͋̓͗̒͂̋̐͗̽̇͛͆̓̂̇͜ṟ̶̼̜̹̉͗̉̚e̸̢̢̫̼̫͖͎̲͍̭̞̳̳͎̫͈̽͗̈́̅͐͒̏̉͒a̴͉̩̤͆͒̓̾͋͂̑͊͛̏̆͘̚͝m̸̧̡̧̥̻̬̲̼̖̲̖̪̼̭̺̾͆͂̇͌͆͝͝ͅ ̷̧̜̥͉̭͍͎͚͎̭̞̽̎̆̐̀̅͛̈C̸͔̩̦̺͖͂̊͗̓a̴̪̘̹̺͈̠̭͎̣̣͉̣̤̪̼̳̘͒̿̈͜p̴̛̛̳͎͇͔̫̞̺̫̽́̅̊̀͊͘̕͝ỉ̴̦̮͍̅̀ͅţ̴̢̧̢̡͍͎̘͎̹̻̱̣̯͖͉̓̔͌͜ã̷̛̱̘͖̿̂͐̑̌̋̔̈́͗̇̾͝͝l̷̡̨̠̖͉̹̺͈̲̮̰̋̊̿̒͗̄̈́̾̈́͐̚i̶̢̪̹̭̺̜̱̬͚̅̇̿̾͋̆̃̍̍̅ś̶͖͇͚̮̭̖̝̰̙͙̟̙̘̓̓͜t̶̙̰̘̫͇́̔̾́̂͐̀̇̽̋͐͠!̴̨͙̪̺̙͙̰̬̯̥̜̺̲͙͙̥͉̓̈́͆̂́̈́͆̐̀̑͜͜ ̶̡̖̯̳̳̘͉̗̺̼̗̖̈́͑͠Ä̵́̎̉ḻ̶̦̪͙̹̟̝̀́̓̒̓̈̌̌̄̆̔̓̓̅ļ̶̡̗̦̥̤͔̻̲̝̣͍̗̞͖̳̆̎͐̉̒̌̿̅̎͛̇̌̂̋́̈́͘̚͝ͅ ̸̠̖̊͋͐̿́̄̈͌̑̀̾́̓̓̆̑̆̉͘ỏ̵̧̢̟͓̯̞̦̟̤̰̞͊͛̀̑̀͜f̵̡̤͙͙́̏͑̈̀ ̷̬̗̮̮͕̫̪̲̯̲̭͈͚̰͕͑̀͐͗̋̈̓̀͜ͅį̵̢̛̤̥̣͎̯̑̅́̾̓͌̍̏̀͋ṯ̶͉̺̝͓͓̥̣͍̰̣͍̮͍̣̲́̓͛͊̍!̵̺̿͆̇̐̿̑͊͘̚̚ Ỹ̴̞̮͎̓̀̔ö̵̟̜̫͔͔͎́͛̑͋̇u̷̳̲͙̦̹͓̹̽̌̀̌͘ ̸̝̝̯̱̫̮̪͙̑͂̍͒̎̕͝͠c̶͍̲̑́̀͝a̵͈͉̟̗̐̔̍̕͜ṅ̸̛̥̓̂̚ ̴̭̭̝̜̭̘̺͂͒͊͌̕c̶̠̖̟̫̎́̔̓͑͛̾̀ö̶͍̙͉͇͎͚͔́͆̒̂n̵̺͎͉̭̑̑̕͜f̸̛̯̙̻̱̯̐̔͋͂̾́͋į̴̩̟͉͙̻͗̈́ŗ̶͇͓̈́͂͑͘m̴͈̰͍̤̓͜͝ ̶̨̹͋͒͘h̵̛̰̘͖̻̹̬́̏͌̊̂̅̊o̸̱̘̝͊̾̄͋̆̌̽w̵̪̙̰̰͆ ̴̗̽͜c̴̞͇͕̻̿̂̇r̵̢͈̭̥̥͚͋͛͋̐̒̐á̶́̀̎̄z̸y̷̔͆̒̾̓ ̴̡̎̉̃̑͘h̵̛̟̯̩̺̹̙́̿̔ȩ̶̨̥̬͔͈̥̀̀͛̓͘͝ ̴̟̬̑͌̀s̴͍͒͌où̵͓̱̳̤͕̻̒̽̃n̵͉̬̒ds̷̹̪̮̱̣͕͐̄͜͝

( @showstopper-homeowner)

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Chess is real. Sandyland and Cream Capitalist... aren't.

Lee rubs the back of his neck, wincing as he rubs against a small circle scar on his neck.

But... That's neither here or now. I... I'm trying to, undo this. I'm no coder, but surely I can fix this... I have to. I hate seeing you guys like this.

[glitch-parker]

B̴̹̩̣̪̏̌̾͐̈͘̕̕͘-̶̛̭̲̦̦̿̏̀͋͐͆͘͠͝͠ ̸͙̼̦̗͋́̌̐͂͌̾b̸̥̲͕́͐̍̓̚͜u̶͇͔̭̣̖̿̈́̿̾̐͗̂̽̓͜t̷̙̾̍̓̈́̐̾̊͋̂͝͠ ̵̛̦̤͕̜͇̩͖̀̋̇̓͒̾͋ͅͅẃ̵̫͚̱̘̊ę̶̛͊̓̏̿̈́͂́ ̶̥͖͈̰̩̟́̀̎̓́̑͆̌͆̑͝p̵̖̩̻̤͇͎̪̗̀͑́̉͂̂́̕͝͝ĺ̴̨̧̳͉͔͇̞̖̘̥͛͋̈́͑̈́̔̚͜͠å̴̛̤̗̲̼̺͒́͆̽y̸̨͉̥͎͉̙̩͎̗̒̏̍̚̚̕͜ͅ ̸̧̘̠̫͇͐i̷̡͙͈͚͒̐͌̇̆̎̀ţ̸̢̧̪̥̰̦̱͕͉̟̟͐́̃̊͑̇͑͆͝͝͠ ̷̲͇͊̈̍̾͘t̶̢̩̼́̏̽͆̋̄́̑͘o̶̙͖͂̃ͅǧ̵̯͎̪̬̘̣̲̮͈͗̄̍͝ḛ̵̡̡̦͕̟͚͈̹̙̐̐̀̓̈́́͌̑t̴̛͙͙̫̙̀͛̀̏͂̒͊̚͝͠h̶̉͆er̸̳͖̩̠͔̆͒̽̄͂̈́͛͂͝!̸̨̨̀ ̶̪͉͉̬̤͕̘͛T̶̠̳̜̰͚̆͗̍̉͆͜h̵͎̏̐̓̅ǎ̶̛̞t̴͗̔̋̔̂̆̈́̆͝-̷̎͋̎ ̷̬̄̈́̈͂̅̆̿̚t̵̨̧̤̪͙͈̺̹̘̱͉̟̀̆͑̈́̓̅͊̾̚̕ḥ̷̝́̋̀̒̅̈́̕͜ͅa̷̰̻̩̗̹̹͉̥̝̟̋̐̔̌̌̀̈́͛̊͊͋͜͜t̴̯̱̾̑̾ ̵̨̖͇̥͇̖͕͓̫̗̝͓́́́͊͛̎̈́̔̿͘͝ḧ̵̢̧͖̻̲̘̥́̋͑̀̆̑̽̍͛̀͠ö̴̘̱́̿́̀̌̒̎͊̀͗̚ͅw̸͖̑̈́͐͜ ̸̨̨̞̗͙̀̔̉̀̈́w̵̢̜̬̦̄́͘͜e̵̘̣͕̟̙̩̤̅͜͝'̵̧̖̟̹̲̔͝v̶̩͍̈́́̄̐̌͘ę̸͇̲͓̝͍̬͍̠͗͆̏̉̈́̓͝ͅ ̸̨͍̜̮͖̝͔͈̪̘̰̖̇͊͌̒̇͂̃̅ḅ̵̈̒̔̀̅̋͗e̴̩͚̲̩̻̻̒̉̀͛͛̆̕͜͜c̸̛̼͈̖̱̞̗̱̻͐̽̋̑́͂̈́̏̓̐͝o̶̡̧̟̝̲̫̮̤̜̟͍̽̈́͗́̏͆̑͛̑ͅm̵̻̞̉͋͂͊́͒͌̚͝ė̴̦͍͕̳͎͔̩͑́͘̕͝͝ ̶̡̛̬͈̱͉̤͔̣̋͒̽̆͂̀͝b̷̩̭̺͖͆̽̈́ę̷̨͓̲̳̳͚̞̣̟͎͂̿̽̾̆̊̀̚͜s̵̨͂ţ̷̻̄̄́͗̄̿͛̆͐e̴̛̙̬̓̎͗͆̽̒ͅs̶ f̴̧̛̳͇̟͔̼͎̩̬̜̹̀̓͜ö̴̘̱́̿́̀̌̒̎͊̀͗̚ͅ ̴̧̞͉̦̘͚̦̹̠͊͆̾f̴̧̛̳͇̟͔̼͎̩̬̜̹̀̓͜r̸̨̛̖̪̳̪̠̱͖̘̬͊̿̄̅̀̐͑̒̿͘͜ͅi̶̦̗̣̘͙̅̌́̒̿ê̸͉̞̱̬̫̟̺̩͜͝ň̷d̵̰͉̩͐̉̃̏̒́̋̆̓̐̀s̸̰͌̑̄̾̈́̏̈̈͑̀̔͠!

̵̨͍̹̳̹͉͋͆̒́̍ͅW̷̧̠̜̱̲̣̘̼̣͊̕e̴͎͕͕͓̘̰̰̎́̓̒͒ͅ ̵̼̻̫̘̐̓͑͋͜ͅp̵̨̨͕͎̫͈̠̞͕̬̱̄̑ͅl̵̒̎́͒͊a̸̪̱͗̈́̍̓̑̌̉̄̑͑͘͝y ̴͖̟͚͉̩̰͓̮̀̈̉͜ẗ̴͙̘̻̝͕̹͓̞͇́͛̄͠͝ĥ̵̞͔̘̫̻̥̻̎͒͒̆̌̚o̶͖͎̙̺̲̺̻̠͈̝̰̔̀́̇̒̽̓̎̀͋̅s̶͍̣̐̈̃ę̶̜̹̣̫̭̜̬͓̿̄̇͘͠ ̵͚̀̒̉̑͑̚ͅt̵̡̨̞̒̇͂h̶͚͙̎͆̕̚͜r̸͇̖̜͈̚ee̵̛̺̘͉̳̣͖͕̮̥͌̂̋ ̶̞͇͆̋̚͝ͅg̶̨͍̘̫̩̝͉͔̥͚͍̿͆͛̎͂͐̕͝ą̵̤͙̪̪͎̼̟̮̼̮̓͊̋̓̔̈́͗̓̉̐̕͝m̷̼̻̥̮̬̦̾̔̃̅̓̃̄̿͊͋̓͌e̸̼͕͌̿̎̋̈s̵̛̖̻̀̌̂͜ ̵̦̤͎͇̳͚̙͚̠̹̻̈́̏͂ą̸͉̻͖̞̿ņ̴͉̰͛͑͂̉́͌̕̕ḋ̶̼̤̽̍̓̂̓̅̓ ̵̨̉͛͒̏̾̓́ŗ̸̜͔̗̩̈́̌̃̽̌̎̄̈́̑̈́͠͝ͅờ̴̬͎̤͖͔̝̼͉̃̍̈́̂͆̀͒̇̚͜ͅll̵̨̡͔̹̲̳͙̣̳̬̠̣̀̆̈̚ ̸̹̱̜̯̪̀͂̒́̀́̀ ṫ̶̟̼̬̬̜͉̯̀̎̆͊̍͝͝h̷̟̗̣͇̲̭̰̏ě̴̡̩̮͙̲̏̅͋̎̍̀́̇ ̴̛͔̯͕͙̹͗̅͊̈́̔͆͌̑͝ḏ̸̢̛̭͕̱̺̬͍͚̔ͅi̷̤̟̩̫̰̗̩̜͗̀̅̇͗͊ͅc̸̡͖̮̦̼̲̠̔̎̌ë̵̜͚͎̈!̸̤͓̝͖͈͚̭͔̀̎͛͛̄͋̾͘͠͠ ̴͔̠̥̘̼̘̈́͑̇̾̍̂̀́͝͠Ţ̴̝͖̼̼̂ͅh̶͉̬̓̉̊̈̈́̀͂̂̒̚ä̸̖͖̣́̔̌͝ţ̶͓̝̱̠̱̉͒̑ş̶̢̛̰̗̻̪̻̭͈̼̮̞̇̅̊̒͒̉́̆̉̇̑ ̶̧̡̰͕͍͈̰͑t̵͓̾̈́͆͊̂͋̐͐̚͝h̸̺̆̿̐͆̓̉͂͑͘e̷͍͂̃́̀̈́̂͌̾̚ ̴̩̦̰̘̥̲̙̺͓͓̄̔̃̎̎Ȓ̷̨̟̟̙̟̗̖͕̀̇̕͜Ứ̷̛̫͉̜͖̱͙͆̈̄̃̎̀͝͠͝L̴̼̘̞̞̬̯̠̦͎͇̙͙̒̓̑͐̏Ẹ̷̤͕̭͔̪͋̉͌͑͝S̷̢̠͓̱̊̔͂͗̉̀̓ͅ!̶̼̘̺̼̼͕̟̑̂̿̒͐̑͒͝ͅ ̴̣̮̹̽̇̇͆Ỉ̷̡̛͖̰͓̰͖̲̦͛̕f̵̞̙̳̬̟̟̩͍̼̙̱͈́̾̏̄̓̕̕ ̶̧̡̛͖̻̙̗̙̠̠̰̹͇̔̽̌͑̔̌́͘t̷̮̮͙̘̙̘̼̝̫̩̩̠̋̊̑͑͒h̴̤͍̥͔̹̭̼̥́͜ḛ̸̞͚͙̮̗̬͈̫̗̮̈́̄̔̒̓͆̈́̐͒͑̕͝ý̸̜͖͍̹͔̞̺̜̦̬̓̀̃͜ ̷͍͍͉̈́̋̆͐́̕͝d̷̢̢̛̟̝͈͔͚͙̾̇̄̿͆̔̍̊͆͒͜i̸̦͗͛͊̈́̀̒͠ḑ̸̛̤̣̣̮̍́̚n̶͎̠̼̉͒̓̕'̶̧̧̗̌̎̀̓̇́̆͝t̷̛̫̭͂͛̓͆ ̵̲̓͜͝ę̸̧̖̠͕͇́̆̐̓͐͑̈́̈́͜x̸̩̭̳̪̱̖͓͎̠̲̫͐̌̅͂̃̔̐̚͘͝͠ī̶͚̝͍̖͕̤͕̳̯̦̙̥s̴͔̘̝̱͍̑̿̈́̔̎̓̓̃̀́͘͝t̸̯͙̫͎͈͕̯͉͙̗͙͂̀̆͝ ̷̡̈̐̉t̸͕̳͎̩̟͙̱̜̼̠̒̈̓̿̒̔̓̈́͐̕h̷͕̰̪͖͉̩̻̭͛̋͊͒̏̐̋̔͌̈́̕͠ȅ̷̟͋͆̉̈́̍ỳ̵̱̟͓́́́͛́̽́̕͝͝ ̴̡̙̰̤̖̥̼̝͙̒̆̃͌̄͛̈́͛̑̆̾͜͝ẅ̵̨͖̘́͠ȏ̸͓͉̱͓͍̟͆̎̀u̴̘͎͚̻͑̀̾͂́͌͐͛̒l̶̛̩͍̗̖̬͈̥̗͔̻͔̹̿̀͑͛̅̽̂̊̅ḑ̵͚̪̲̄̒͋̀͂̏͊̓̀̉͜ ̶̭͉̖͚̆͛͂͌̐̃́͆͑͘̕͠b̷̼̼̤̫̤̄͗͒̍̑ę̶̻̲̭̰̗͍͍̱̻͖̹̾͆̓̇͝ ̵̦̗̞̀̿̿̈́̂͒̆̄̄̈͝n̵̛̦̬͓̙͚̲̟̣̟̞̣̉͆͋̇̃͘̚͝͝͝o̶̡̡̡̙̖̰̭̔͗-̷̧̯͇̩̹͍̱̜̜͐̅̒̏̆̿̋̆̍̑̕

̴̨̢̥̲͎̮̗͉͖̻̬͍͐̓̎̈́͊͒̆͒͌͋̈́N̶̘̳͖̮͛̆́̊̂̈̓͑͊o̵̧͖̪̪̍̄̂̄͆̈̈́͜͝ ̴̖̖͕͍͔̥̯̊͋́ͅŗ̷̖͓̙͇̠͍̓͆́̒̒͂̿́͒͘͝͠ủ̶̧̧͚̱̼͇̹͇̫̳͉l̷͍͑̋̀̔̽̓͠e̵̛̫̬̻̼̹̣͚͔̘̾̓͑̓́̈̆͋͋́s̷̢̧̯̜̺̼͊̏̋̽̀̐͜͝!̸̙͍̺̠̰̮̿̔͗̽͠͠͝͝..

[deactivated-blog]

I... Made choices. Pressed buttons.

// i pressed the buttons

Shut up.

// damn okay

[glitch-parker]

Ţ̴̳̩̫̝̝͕̒̀̐͆̎͌̆͂̒͝ḧ̶͖̔͋͛̋ę̵̪̲͎͚͙̜̼̩̦̊.̷̡̧̖̠̬̙͕̟̰̈̈́̆͒͊.̴̻͋́͛͒͆̎̓̃̚.̶̪̯̞͕͈̼͍͖̝̺͐͆gã̸̧̧̺̱m̶̢̩̘̤͙͙̮̹̾ͅe̷̥͇͒̽̈̽̈́̽̅̓͘s̴̢͓̥̥̼̼̿̄͒̈́ ̷̞͚̪̲̙̙͕̐̃̈́̋̀̚d̸̡̛̖̹̼̖͕̉̀̓̃̋̌͐͘̚į̶̣̙͎͙̻̇̅̅̎́̒̍͐d̴̥͊̀̀n̴͚̬͓͕̞̭̘̻̤̓̿̃̽̋̑̕'̷̗̫͙͛t̴̞̙͇͕̫̯̯́̈́̈͜ ̸̞̭͎͕̱̲̻͕̝̊͛͒̈́͛̍͘̕̕͠h̷̡͙̱͎͙́̆̋͝a̸̧͐̋̈́̈́̌͋́̚v̶͔̬͇͑̇͋̉͂ḛ̵̬͚̜͂́͒͛̆ͅ ̵̞̅̔̉̀͂̾b̴̗͛̍̈́ȕ̴͓͙̜͖̋̕ẗ̸̢̮͖̭̲̽͐͊͘ẗ̸̯́̀̔͆̒̑ó̴̡̖̬̠̝̲̝̘̓̆̕ň̷̡̜̼͔̯͔̻̈́̒s̶̱̣̘̑.̷̰̾̈́..̷̰̾̈́

[deactivated-blog]

Yeah, but the game I'm playing,

Lee gestures around the house.

Does have games.

[glitch-parker]

.̶̨̟͑̽̽͋͆̿͆ͅͅ.̵̇̌̈́́. ̶̫͉͓͎͍̳̰͔͛̂̈́͆̎̓͌̅̂͒̚W̵̢̧̼̰̫̜̟̘̟̭͖̝͕͍̫͌̓̒̉̍ḩ̸̛̳͚̳͙̥͔̫̳̈́̒̾́̌͗̽ą̵̻̲̺͈͍̗̥͉̮̹̓͒̏́ͅt̴̺͈̝̮͈͉̗̦͚̝̻͊̋͋̀͛̾̀̐̑̊?̴̛̦̦̝͇̩̯̣̞͇̑̎̚

*He quickly looks around*

[deactivated-blog]

// DAWG throw me we said games instead of buttons

Motherfu- Buttons. Sorry. Misspoke. But, uh... You can't see them from your end.

[glitch-parker]

...̵̜̩̇̌̈́́̌͊̿̇́̚͠͝

W̵̢̧̼̰̫̜̟̘̟̭͖̝͕͍̫͌̓̒̉̍ḩ̸̛̳͚̳͙̥͔̫̳̈́̒̾́̌͗̽ą̵̻̲̺͈͍̗̥͉̮̹̓͒̏́ͅt̴̺͈̝̮͈͉̗̦͚̝̻͊̋͋̀͛̾̀̐̑̊?̴̛̦̦̝͇̩̯̣̞͇̑̎̚

*It didn't help his confusion*

[glitch-parker]

(( @showstopper-homeowner hello?))

[deactivated-blog]

// ack! so sorry, we've been so busy >.<

...I, uhm. Don't know how else to describe it...

[glitch-parker]

*He's not satisfied with that answer. He tries to think of something to say, but he can't he curls back against the wall again holding his head. he was muttering something but the glitching made it too hard to tell*

[deactivated-blog]

Parker...?

Lee crouches down to Parker's level, concern all across his face.

I-I know it's a lot to process...

[glitch-parker]

*He seem to keep muttering until Lee said the last part where he stopped. He looked up feeling betrayed processing it was all true. All of it. His glitching got worse obscuring him completely. He presses himself closest to the wall he could his voice was loud, yelling, but impossible of what. Despite Lee only being at his level and not touching Lee's body started to glitch. It was mild not painful but not pleasant*

[deactivated-blog]

Lee pulls himself away from Parker, panic visible in his eyes.

Parker!

He searches around for his phone, trying to access the settings. If he could use that to bypass into the code, surely he can-

A glitch wracks up Lee's own arm as he tries to press the settings button on his phone.

Ow...

Lee shakes off the glitch, glaring at his phone. His computer might have better luck, then...

I-I'm gonna fix this, Parker. I'm going to take care of the glitches. I promise.

He dashes out of the attic and downstairs towards the attic. He has so much to fix and so little time to fix it. Lee doesn't know how much worse the glitching could get, but it could get real bad real quick.

[glitch-parker]

*the glitching on Lee's body stops when he gets away from Parker. Parker only hear the hurry steps leave the attic. His vision blurred from the glitching mess. Everything hurts that it started to numb. He quietly said something but not moving much.*

// Should... Should I do something?... Lee just bailed on us....

( @nat-20-on-perception yes we're back and still doing this)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance hums, responding to you.]

Lee isn’t bailing, they’re… trying to help. They have a method that… that me and Holly are against. Maybe… you can give Parker something to comfort him a bit? All of the mods seem to be able to do that, so… maybe you can try? I’ll do what I can too, since all of that glitching has to be painful…

[Chance looks at Parker, his voice soft as he reaches out, putting a hand where he could only assume was Parker’s shoulder.]

Parker? Can you hear me?

[glitch-parker]

*Parker heard everything. Even before Chance started to talk to him. He didn't want to question what or who he was talking to. Probably a voice, a voice that wants to comfort him at least perhaps if he wasn't feeling so bad he would be grateful. He doesn't do anything for a moment before looking up. It was impossible to tell from all the glitching which was spreading to chance a bit from being in proximity. The glitches just kind of move to giving the vague idea that he was looking at Chance along with some glitchy words as some sort of reply.*

//I don't exactly know what to do tho or how to comfort him. The most I know how to do is mess with his code I doubt pausing him for another month would help any))

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance just smiles. Even if he can’t hear Parker’s reply, it was a good sign that he was trying]

I need you to breathe, okay? Try to calm yourself, and… I’ll be right here with you. I’m sure Lee will come back up here eventually with something that can help in some way, even if it’s just temporary. Once you’re calm, you… can ask me any question you have. Even if I don’t have an answer, I’m sure those little voice friends of ours will have something they can tell me that will help me answer you.

[glitch-parker]

*He hugs his knees closer curly more into himself. He says something*

//sorry to disappoint but I'm not too sure what I can do... Cupid! It's been a while since you were in the conversation do you have ideas?))

(*She has absolutely no shame putting them on blast even almost seeming like they're expecting an answer return despite this being rude*)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance laughs a bit, before sitting closer to Parker.]

I’m right here, okay? Just breathe.

//Oh! What about uhhh-

[After a moment, there’s some flowers in the room, mostly near Parker.]

//Boom! A bunch of bright flowers to try and make him happy!

[Chances voice is a whisper as he looks over to where he can see the two eyes representing the mods.]

Will that even work-?

//Of course it will! And if I find he has a favorite, I’ll find a way to put more of those!

okay-

[Chance clears his throat, looking at Parker to see if it helped.]

[glitch-parker]

*Parker doesn't seem to notice the flower at all but the flower definitely reacts to Parker as the flower glitchs very heavily. Parker says something to Chance still unaware he's not being heard*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance sighs softly]

Parker, I… can’t hear you. That’s why I’m trying to help you calm down, so that I can hear what you’re telling me.

[Chance picks up one of the flowers instead, showing it to Parker.]

These are- these are from one of the voices, the one I call Cupid. Apparently the really like flowers-

[glitch-parker]

*The glitching on the flower now starting to spread to Chance even getting closer to Parker seems to make it worse for both of them as well but it doesn't seem to spread more than where it is. He seems to see the object but he didn't react. His blurry vision made it hard to see, and when he try to focus it hurt his head. He started to put his head back down. Parker tries to say something at a higher volume.*

//at least you tried. More than I can say I can do right now...)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance winces at the glitching, but he doesn’t let himself react too much. Instead, he reaches to try and hug Parker.]

It’ll be okay, okay? Try to breathe with me, I’m with you, I’ll help.”

//Yeahh- maybe it’ll help more once he’s less glitchy-

[glitch-parker]

*He shuts up when he feels the embrace. The glitching was all over Chance now almost as bad as Parker's but less obscuring yet he seems to cling to Chance. Hugging back tightly*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance winces again, but he doesn’t let go. Not when he can tell it’s helping. He doesn’t make an attempt to talk, knowing words couldn’t do much when you couldn’t understand the person you were helping. So he just holds onto Parker.]

[glitch-parker]

*After a moment he can hear his rugged glitching breathing. After a few deep breaths his glitching seems to lessen intern also doing the same for Chance still hurting but a little less now.*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance offers a little smile, talking quietly. His voice glitches a bit, but it’s understandable at least.]

S̴͉̀e̸̊ͅè̶̹?̵̟̇ ̴̢͝Y̶̩̆o̶̺̔ȗ̵͜’̵̧͒ṟ̵̊e̶̡̒ ̸̝͝o̷̳̿k̴͉͒ặ̴y̶̛̱.̴̼̽ ̵̩͒I̵̱͗’̸̼̇m̴̰̓ ̶̳͐h̵̠͗é̶͍r̵̢͂e̷͉̓ ̷̱͐w̶͖͝i̷̯̊t̴͉̑ẖ̶͝ ̸̻̇ỳ̴̘o̶͍̒u̴̝͆.̴̖̅

//This is actually pretty sweet.

[glitch-parker]

*He doesn't say anything back still hugging. Since he was more visible now Chance could see Parker look at him with glitchy eyes then going back to burying his head into his shoulder. After a sec Chance felt something else not the glitching, not his face, but something wet, tears. A lot of them. It almost seemed like he was crying before, but you couldn't tell because of the glitching*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance juries softly and holds Parker tighter, hugging him close and whispering quietly. His voice seemed to come out clearer when he spoke quieter.]

it’s okay, you can cry. I’m right here.

[glitch-parker]

*He sniffles a little but doesn't seem to cry more quickly wiping it on his shoulder before he giving a heavy sigh. Breathing deeply.*

Ṃ̸̢̢̻͙̗̠͚͒͛͂̐͑̏̒̋͆͐͊̃́͌́̿̋̋͑͝ẏ̵̢̛̪̰̭͍̜̪̙̞͙̱̓̐́͆̏̕͘͜ ̶̢̡̣̬̙̺̪͓̙̣̻͇̊͗͊̈́̾̄̒͐̕͜͠ͅh̵̨̧̛̦̲̲͍̜̺͙̝̱̫̬̺̐͗͒͑̓͗͒̾̈́̊̑͑̈́̚̚͝ͅe̶̻̙̩͈̺͊͗͂͗̅̌́̄ą̷̹̭̫͉̼̥̪͇͖͙͍̓̑̑̑͐̑̔̈́́̾̑̎̈́͝ͅḍ̵̛̛̛̖͙̺̙̟̜͕̝̻͍̹̪̻̈̆̐̋̇̆̄̀̃͝ ̵̢̝͎̰̙͎̩̱̙̫̝̫͇̪̣͎̲̻͔̦͕̒͋͗͒̇̈̆̅̃̋̅̂́̀̔̎͂̏̈́͌͘͜͠ḩ̶̡̢̛͖̰͎̜͈͎̦̣̦̰͍̘̦͉͉͔͇̬̿̽̌̀̂̐͑̄̈́́̔̑͑̓̉́͗̔̀̚͠ͅu̷̩̭̫͖̱͇̘̇̀̎͗̈̌͛r̵̢̡̠̲̦͙͕͍̬̩͚̍̾͗͆̅̊̎̽̄͆́͒̎̑͌̽̚͜͜t̶̘̖̥̙͚̺̮̞̯̼̮͖̫̤̜͒͂̒ş̴̛͉̤͚̬͈̦́̒̓̏͋̔̆̎̏͆͘̚͝͝.̴̩̮̓͛͋̍̇̅̊̐͊̀̊̈̽̎̚͝.̷̧̧̬̒̀̏̀̚.̸̧̖̜̥̗̝̖͔̳̫̝̂̾͆̅͑̔̑͂

*He lets out a groans*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance nods.]

I̵̖̕ṯ̸͊’̷̦̉s̴̤̑ ̸̪̑ḡ̸̮ó̴͍i̷̠̊ṅ̷̺g̷͙͠ ̸̛ͅt̸̨̂ó̸ͅ.̴͑ͅ ̵͚͘W̷͔͑ỉ̴̬t̷̳͛h̴̛̜ ̷̱͗w̴͙͌h̸̢͌a̷̻͛ṭ̶͗ ̷̪͋m̶̪͠ę̶̇ ̸̝̇a̵̦͝n̴̥̓ḋ̴̙ ̶͖̅L̷̮͝e̴̤̒e̷͎͑ ̸̨͋ẗ̷̜́o̵̞͂l̵̀͜d̴̪͊ ̵̬͌ẙ̶̜ó̵͜u̷̡͠,̴̟͋ ̷̙̔a̴̻͊n̵͖̊y̵̰̾ ̴͇́m̵͝ͅe̷̋͜n̸͎̄ṱ̶̊i̶̗͋ò̶͉n̴̲͛ ̴̨̆ȯ̴̲f̴̱́ ̸͇͋i̷͇͆ẗ̴̲́ ̴͎̾c̶̖̑à̸̹u̶͠ͅs̴͓̈́e̷̙͒s̴̺̑ ̴̠͝h̸͉̓e̵̢̋a̴̞͠d̴̗̍ä̶̝́c̸̢̄h̴̛̳ë̸͉́s̴̡̉.̷̠̀ ̶̤̇I̸͇͠…̴̩̃ ̶͙͝f̷͚̿ỏ̸̼ŕ̵͈g̸̦̾o̸̱͝t̶̜̓ ̸̛͕a̸̝̚b̶͍̎ȯ̴̢ṷ̷͊t̶̰͑ ̷̜̈t̷̨͐h̵̢̀ȁ̶͇t̷̙̓ ̴̧̔w̶̤̉h̷̖͗ë̸̡n̵̥̐ ̸̳́I̶̩͊ ̷̱̕w̵͇̒a̷͖̒ṣ̵̛ ̸̟̔t̶̙̐ě̴̱l̸̜̈ḷ̶̇i̶͓͌n̷͑͜g̴͕̑ ̷̏ͅy̵̝̒ó̷̝u̸͎͘.̴̲͐ ̴̤̒T̵̳̊h̵̲̓e̵͇̔y̶̖͂’̷̜̓l̴̪̉l̵̮̈ ̵̞̎g̶̦͒o̴̞͆ ̷͓́a̴̤͝w̸̩̌à̸̱y̸̘̔ ̸̝̓š̶ͅo̵̜̾ǒ̵̝ǹ̶͇,̸̠͗ ̵͖͐Í̸̠ ̴̗͆ṗ̷̜r̸̺͌o̶͈̚m̴̳͒i̶͈̕s̴̪̚ę̶̆.̶̬̈́ ̶̳͝T̸̢̃h̷͎̃e̴̛̜ỳ̷̳ ̸̪̌n̵͔̂e̶̼͊v̴̞͗ę̶̃r̴̩̐ ̶͖͠s̴̝͘t̶̼̿a̷͓̿y̴̜̅ ̸̜͠f̵̹̈́o̶̢̔r̶̹̽ ̴͈̌l̸̞̉ô̷̺ń̴̞ġ̸̳

[He offers a comforting, almost sheepish smile.]

[glitch-parker]

*He doesn't say anything for a moment*

Ỷ̴̡̢̙̬̲͇̯̝͍̹̞͎̜͕̤͉̗̈́́̎̽͜o̴̧̨̰̮͙̮̦͚̬͖̱͐͜ͅù̶͙̼̙̆̈́̄̅̅̉̂͋͐̈̈́̈́́̑̕͘͝ ̵̲̦̟͎͙̫͕̗̻̖̻͖̥̞̔̿͑̈́́̈́̈́̄͒͋̕̚̕̚͝͝ͅş̵̢̰̲͖̬̙̞̮̭̝̣̗͈͛o̷̡̧̭͉̠͍̳̮̦͉̞̞͖̻̘̣̙̖͌͋͂͗̔̌̓̓̏̋͛́́͛̏̐͘̚͠͝͠ū̴̡̞͙͙̗̬̐̆͊̽̀́͌̕̕̚n̵̨̨̡͈̟͈͖͈̥͖͙̮̱̗̞̙̭̞͑͛̊̈́̑̍͜ͅͅḑ̸̧͖͉̜̱̼̬̭̫̪̖̾̃̈́̍́̅̾̅̇̎̕͝͠ͅ ̶̘̫̻̣͇̈̽̓͊̈͘̚w̶̛͍͈̯͋̋̇̈́̆̏͛̕͘ē̴̫̱̥̯̫̮̩͖̻͔̥͈̞̓̆͂̐̑̋̉͂̐͋̈̄͂̚̚̚͠ͅi̸̲̪̯͎̭̣̬̲̦̫̼̎̉̏͐̈́̓͋̀̊̓͘͝͝͝͠r̶̖̻̥̀̄͌̾̃́̆̽͋͐͒̈́̈͛͜d̸̛̛̪͇̾͛͂̊̈́̔̈́͂̐̈̒̆̊͛̿.̸̢̛͎͙͎̭̘̙̟͖̘̐̈́̔̈́̓̀̽͂́͝

*The reply was so blunt it almost seemed comical*

//kill this man. I swear to god.))

(*the voice was quiet but not because they were whispering it sounded more like they were far away*)

*Another pause before he said something else*

.̴̧̨̧̯͎̟͙̣̜̰̳͔̲̞͍͇͍̺̎̈́̋.̵̧̛̫̘͇̱̠̦̼͕̩̯̘̺̥͍̘̳̝̳̞̟̳̝̮̾̃̂̏̐̒͂̔́̈́̅̿͠.̸͔͙̰̙͕͚̤̳̰͈̺͕̣̣̏͊͗̌͛̍́̇̑̌̔̃̍̓̀̈́̾̇̍͌̿̅͜͠ ̶̡̧̲̱͚̪͉̻͎͖͎̹̪̣͋͒̂́̏̈́͗̈͊̾̈́̎̇́̇͠ I̴̡̨̦̙̥͈̪̮͍͉͍͕̓̊̾̚s̴̢̡̡̡̼̳̘͍̥̰̮̞̝̙̞̯̦̮̬͓̀͑́̔̓̏̉͂̎͑̀́̊̿͝ͅ ̷̧̩͚̝̟̲̻̟̗̤̬̺͒̃͊͋́̎̐̈̽͝͝͠͝͝i̴̲̗̪̞̩͔̟̞̲̪͖̦̓́̀͆̇̑͌̈́̊͆̓̉̉͌͂͝͠͝͠ͅͅt̶̹̞̤̘̅͗̿ͅ ̷͚͔͉̞̦͚̘͇̙̺̳̻͂̈̕͜ͅä̴̧͕͔̩̰̱͎͍̭̝̦̗̞͕̰͔̰̘̰́̈́͐̑̈́̿́͑̂́̀̌̑̆͌̃͂̾̏̈̄͘̚͝l̸̨̼̘̯̟͖̙̮̠̪̙͈̥̓̎̎̀̔ l̵̪̬̻̰̯̗̻̳̜͓͕̤̰̰̭̐͋̈́̅̅̎͊͛̐ͅ ̶̗͓̪͔̣̞̙͙̄̑͛́̄̾͑̉̈́͝t̵̹̪͓̲̺̀̈́̒̿̾͆͒͊͌̾r̵̛̤̤̦̽̒́̅͑̈́͛̃́́͛̋́̃͒͘̚u̴͔̰̓̒̿̅̿̈̉̈́e̶̙̅̄̉̄?̵̙̘͉̼̜̓̀̃͑͑͑̄̈̾̏̒̋̓̈̒̑̔͠

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance nods.]

Ÿ̷̠́ȇ̸̡a̸̧̿h̵͓̚.̵̺̍ ̸̱̈́Ī̷̹…̸̞͗ ̷̭͆w̴̨̔a̴̬̕s̴̰̕ ̶͚͂r̵̼̓e̵͉̿l̴̏͜ų̵͑c̴̤̎t̸̞́a̶̪͌n̴̑ͅṭ̶͋ ̵̢̚t̴͓́ǒ̷ͅ ̵̎ͅt̴̥̎ė̶͈ḷ̷͛l̸͔͗ ̵̞͌y̵̬̿o̵͕͝ů̷̧,̶̺̎ ̶̖̈́b̴̧̽ẹ̷̓c̸̮͗a̶͛ͅu̷̻͒s̸̱̀ë̸͖́ ̷̛͈Ḯ̶̠ ̷̪͑w̴̺͛à̷̼ș̶̐ ̴̣̔w̸̛͕o̸̝͊r̵̤̽r̵̈́͜ǐ̶̻ȇ̵̘ḍ̸́ ̶̲͠ỹ̷͕o̵̢̐u̸̅͜’̷̲̅d̷̘́ ̶̛̝b̶͉̓ė̷͍ ̷͓͌á̴̧n̴̟͊ĝ̷ͅr̸̙̂y̷̦̍ ̴͔͆ỏ̸̜r̶͉̽ ̵̪͛s̸͎̊o̸͖͌m̴̪̈́e̴̦̓t̶̓ͅh̵͙̉į̵̐ń̸͕ǧ̶̤.̸̠̃ ̸͖̈́B̴̮͌ų̷̌ț̵̚ ̶̝̇y̷̼͊e̷̦̽á̸͓h̴̢̊,̴̣͂ ̸͇̈í̵ͅt̴͕̃’̶̝͆s̸̢̔…̶̺̓ ̵͓͌ȉ̷̱ţ̸̎’̶̭̇s̷̺̀ ̶̪͋t̵͖̀r̵͕̾u̷͙̅e̴̠͘.̵̯̓ ̵̹͋I̴̥̒-̸͍̇ ̸͇́Ȉ̶͎ ̴͋͜k̵̩̓n̷̦̋ȯ̸ͅẅ̸͕́ ̴̙̒ḭ̴͛t̶̤̑ ̵̳̔s̴̯̓ǒ̴̞u̶̺͑n̵̰͠d̴̡̒s̴̖͋ ̴̢͂č̷͙ŗ̴͂ā̶͎z̸͔̉ÿ̸͇́,̴̟̊ ̴͍̔i̵̮̾t̷̫̿’̵̧̓s̷̞̽ ̴̪͊g̵̨͆ō̵̢ḯ̵͈n̴͉̈g̷̪͂ ̸̠̈́t̴͔̂o̷̥̎ ̶̜͋s̵̘̀ȯ̴̥ǔ̸̩n̶͙̕d̵͓̋ ̷͓̒c̷͔̓r̴͔̄a̶̻͝z̷̟͗ŷ̶̢,̵͙͝ ̶̳̒b̵͌͜u̷̠̅t̴̗͝ ̸̮̆h̸̭̕ō̸̺w̷̜͠ ̷͈̂d̷̡̆o̶͓͑ ̵͚̒ÿ̶̱́o̴̦͝ű̷͈ ̴̝̏t̶̺̒h̶̝͐i̸̖͌n̵̖͂k̵̲̔ ̴̫̈́Ĩ̸͙’̴̬͑m̸̯̐ ̷͔̈ă̴̼b̷̠̾l̷̇͜e̶̩̍ ̷͎́t̵̩̉o̵̪͘ ̵̝͆d̸̝͝i̶̞̾r̷͇͆e̶̤͌c̷̘̈́ţ̷͠l̴̫̍y̵͉͛ ̵̝̇t̷͖̍ã̴̝l̶̯̿k̸̯̏ ̴̨̐t̷̢̅ô̸̢ ̷̦̿s̷̢͐o̶̩̐m̴̘̆e̴̺͝ ̴̦̎p̷̜̆e̶̮̒o̷͚͒p̷͈͋l̵̯͂e̵̝͆ ̶͉̀y̴̘̾ó̵̧û̵̟ ̸̙̽c̷̕ͅȃ̵̦n̴͕̊’̴̟͒t̵͉͐ ̴̢̒e̷̝͊v̶̬̿e̶͎͆n̸͚̄ ̶̬͗h̶̨͒e̷̢̎a̸̰͝r̴̳͛?̷̟̊

[He laughs softly, but it’s mostly to try and lighten the mood.]

[glitch-parker]

S̴̑̉̽̈̌͒͝ø

*His glitch spiked as he hesitated*

A̴̧̡̛̻̼̤̭̹͇̙͎̮͛̈̏̈͋̀̾͋͌͌̓̓̓̓̈́̆̾̑̐͌̿̆͘̚͠͝ͅͅl̵̰̦̯͙̬̰͊̔̂̄̿̈́̉̈́́͒͑̒̾͂̅̿̂͝͝l̷̢̢̧̛̰̠̦̺̯̫͔̯̪̳̫̱̣̺̜̯̈́̃̍̐͌̈́́́̌͌̾̑͝͝͝ ̵̝͕̂̿͌̈́̑͒̆̐͌́̾̓́̋̾̇͌̂̃̕ͅo̴̧̡̧͕̘̙̰̟̻̘̪̘̟̻͂̉̓̍͗͐̍̃͗̃̈́̑́͘̚ͅf̶̢̛̮̰͚͔̹̞̯̻̠͈̘͈̰͓͈̤̖̠̝̝͇̤̳̤̑̇̌̓̔́͛̒̏̃͋͌͆͛̾͂̓͊̕͝͝ͅ ̶̡̢̧̢͔̳̜̝͈̦̱̗̞̖̟̤̗̣͉̩̪̫̪͔͓͙͖̹̲̐̽̒̂̊̀͊̂͊̉̾͌́̽̊̌̊̍̑͑͒͌̆͋̏͛͜͜͝m̵̰̼̝̹͍͚̯̼̱̲̖͔̈́͗̐̏̌͛̈́̔̈́͋̀̐͘̚͝͝͠ý̴̡̡̧̱̹̣͍͉̟͎̣͚̬̦̩͈̠̹͉̱͈͈̱͓̼̦̪͒͛̌͊̅̅̓̍̐͆͑̐̈́̕͜͠͝ͅͅ ̷̹͇͔̗͕̫͓̪̼̉̏̅́͠b̶͚͕̻̮̥̞̪̯͚̘͈͚̼̺̰̪̹̩̳͍̍̓̐͑̽̅̍͊̅̄̇̒̈̓͆̿̓͜͝͝͝ǫ̷̛͆̾̑̊̊̉͛͐͛̔̇̔́̈̂͛̐̏̽͗̒̀̓̈́͂̏͘̕͝͝͝͝͝͠ą̶̢̡͕͖͙̱̖̖͗͆̓͠r̴̮̪̗̳̳̜̂̃̿̇͊͐͒̈́̃͂̾̌̽͗̂̆̓̍͑ḑ̴̨̢̛̛̺̳͔̮̗̹̝̥̲̝̺͕̮̦̜̟͔̳͎̻̀̇̒͂͒̅͒̋́̅̐͛̀͆́͋̃͑͆͌̄͑̉̏̉̀͒͑͂̈͌̈́͝ ̵̊͑̊̃̋͐̃̄͒̈́͂̆͑͗̒̿̋̔͒̔̇͐̀͒̅̈́͗͘͜͝͝͠͝ğ̷̫̥̪̙̞̰̭̦̲̜̙͇̎̽͗̀̉̐̎̓͆͗̋͆̈́̀̊͆̚͜͝a̸̢̛̠͉̱̬͍̟̻̞͉̺̣̠̯͈̲̰̤̱̝̦̤̠͉̜̟̯͙͕͗̈̈̈̃̀͆͂̅̀̈̂̈͐̍̌̋̇͋̃͘̚͝͠͠͝m̸̳͓̘͎̬̻̹̝̯͌͛͑͐̀̄̉́̓͆̈̓̇͒̊͌̃̃̃̓͋͊̒̔͋́͘͠ͅę̴͍̘̞̺̰̠̤̝̭̟̞̠̬̮͓͖̹̬̀̔̄͂̎͌͑͘͜͝͠s̷̨̗̼̭͙̜͔̱̮͍̅̌̀̈́̿̐̎͋̚̚̚͠ ̸̢̡̢̧̟̺͔̯̭̮̯̹̥͂̃͗̀͗͋̆̇͆̀̆̆̂͊̉̎̒͒̃̃̓̑̈̀̌̏̒͜͝͝͝͝a̵̢̧̛͙̖̩͓̦̼̬̭̰̱̪̩̥͍̜͙̹̲͚̠̝͎̬͐̃̎̊̆́͋̂́̏̈́̐̔̈́͜r̸̛͉̹̗̥̜̺͕̤̥̪͚͈̹̣̼͚̟̦̃͑̎͐̀́͐͒́̄̿̑̾̉̅͝e̴̡͓̬̩̦̮̲̣̣̪̻̩̞̬̝̯͓̳̰̰͓͓̯͓̲̍͋̇͛͑̀̈́͘.̵̨̡̧̧̢̢̧̠̬̰̰͕͚͇̲̫̻̥̩̻̭̘̞͈̲̫̳̪̜̽̔̎͗̀͌̎̾͋͒̌͌͐̀̿͗͌̎̒̊̈́͛̓͋̾̇̓͛̈́̇͘͝͝.̵̛̳͎̱͆͋̌̈̆̀̌͛̉͐͠.̸̪̯̭͋͊̀̾͝

*He didn't dare to finish that sentence*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance sighs.]

Y̵̝̓e̸͖̒á̸̙h̴̬̊…̸͙̔ ̵̗͑I̶̖͗’̶̰͝m̷̪̽ ̸͈͠s̵̱̒o̶̬̿r̴̥̊ȑ̴̭y̸̧͗.̵͜͠ ̵̣̾B̵̰̊ủ̵͓t̴̋͜,̴̛͕ ̸͈̔m̶̫͌y̷̧̔ ̴͎̇o̵̱̒f̴̥̓f̸͚͝é̴̩r̵̪͗ ̵̹̾s̸͎̎t̷͖̕i̷̳͗ľ̴̲l̷̩̀ ̵̼̋ṡ̵͜ṱ̸́ȁ̶͖n̸͚͝ď̴͖s̷͍̋,̵̘̉ ̷̧͗ẇ̸͍ḙ̸̓…̵̫̆ ̵̩̇w̵͉͝ḙ̸͝ ̵̡̈́ç̸̈ǎ̶̙n̵͇͛ ̵̪̊ẗ̵̟́ŕ̴̩ÿ̷̖́ ̶͉͘ṱ̶̅ǒ̸̩ ̷̫̈r̵̦̋ȇ̴͈c̴̩͐r̷̤͐e̷͇͝ḁ̵̃t̴͔̐ẻ̴̪ ̷̼͘t̷̗̋ḣ̵͈e̶͕̍m̸͉͠ ̵͎́o̵̞͝u̵͔͠t̸͎̕ ̶̼͝õ̶͇f̴̞̚ ̸̢̇c̵̦͌á̵͜r̴͙̆d̷̾͜b̷̥͝o̸͎͗ȧ̵͖ṙ̴̮d̷̪͝!̵̭͒

[He smiles nervously, hoping the offer could ease Parker a little.]

[glitch-parker]

D̸̨̢̧̡̡̺͚̲͔̹͉̭̼̼̼̺͈͖̬̙̼̗̩̈̃̾̊͂́̀̄̉̅͗͑́̃͂̇͐̀̍̇̀͜ͅó̵̧̫̟̤͚̰̘̲̪̘̭̩̎̃͛͒̽̀̂̊̿̑̉̽̓͂̊͊͂̏̈͊͘͝ͅş̴̨̢̣͕̝̞͈̬̭͛̈́ͅe̷̡̢̡̛͙͓̞̼̣̱̞̟̳̳̳͈̦̦̲͈̘̺̦̲̠̤̲̅̆̋̓̀̈́̋̂́̿̀̿͑̈́͗͂́͑̂̎͝͝ͅͅ ̴̘͍͍͖̞̬̗͚̠̭̳̤̟͉͉͖̝̅́̃̀̐̉͊̀̿͑̀͛̾́͑̎͆̈̓͗̕͘̕͘͜͝ͅt̸̢̡̢̬̠̟̙͈͎̦̝̩̮͔̝̤̤̖̼̜͍̜̼͔̻̩̰̠̩͇̝̗̟̾̐̍̈̉͐̄̓̎̇̈́͑̕͜͠͝͠͠h̶̛̛̼̪̝͑͛͑͐̌͗̈́̓͘a̶̧̡̢̛̦̜̳͎͓̗̱̯̲̗̯̬̘͈̖̟̝̘̓̂̏̃̈́̈́̾͋͂̏͊̅͒̉̑̚̕͜͝͝t̴̢̢̢̛̩̰͕̥̪͖̗̤̰̜͕͈̫̖̝̀̍̇̀̽̐̽̑͌̒͌͑̈́̇͆͌̅̓̄̋͘͘̚͘͜͝͝ͅ ̸̡̧̨̧̳̜̝̣̣͚͎͈͓̫̻̙̭̼͔̟͖̥͓͓̥͇̉̐̊̓̇̕ͅͅm̷̢͍͓̠̻̜͕̳̭͉̬͙̲̮͓̘̤̖͖̘̹͓͍͈̳̫͔̫͈͍̱͉̿̀̆̒̽̑̐̓̑͂̄̈́͂͑̆̋̾̓̃̈́̉̄̚̚̕̚̕͜͠͝ê̷̛̲̭̹̠̥̙̔͌̓̎̀̔͌̒̒͌̔̓̿̊̄̄̑̽̒͘̚̚͠͝͠ͅä̶̧̦̪̻͖̣̘̗̺̲̜̝͑̀̒́̊̃̄̐͂͒͊̋̚̚͠n̶̢̛̤͇͎͓̦̲̾̓̆̂́̀̃̔͑̎̍͐̉̃̑͊̄̉͘͘͝͝͝ ̸̦̠̠͎̰̙̤̼͇̣͓͇̳͚̯̥̋͒͒́̈́́̋̄̄͝m̷̛̛̜̫͈̭̬̗̙͖̩͈͓̈͂̎͒͂̊͌̇̅͒͛̆̊͂̈́͋̇̊̈́̔͌̂̔̉͊͒͛̑̚̕̚͘͠y̵̡̢͎̥̬͓͖̱̗̪̔̿͑͐̓̚ ̷̨̨̡̨͕͍̪͙̖̝̫̳̻͈͕̻̖̪̟̪͖̻̜̳̰͒̋̅̑̎̃̈̋̚͜͝͠ͅͅr̴̡̢͓͔̣̮͉͙̦̰̞̞͇͎͖̬̳̪͙̪̟͙͍͉̳͉̺̫̞̄͑͛͛͜͜͜͜͝u̸̧̨͕̪͖̞̻̺͉̬͍̻̻̫͓̯̭̜̝̰͇̝̹̣̱̲̮̜̣̮̐̔͛̓̇̓͊́͌̓̆̂̓͂̾̃̈͛̉͌͆̋̄̉̈̕̕̕͘͜l̸̨̡̹͇͇͈̭̻̝̝̗̲̘̠͉͋́ȩ̵̡̳̘͙͖̪͇͍̮͇͉̺̜͓̘̗̈́̀̅̎̽̐̊͝͠ͅs̶̡̨̨̛̟̺̼̦͈͇̟̥͈̲͎͙͔̭͍͖̰̥͖̦̣̮͉̯̬̈́̄̀̈́̏́̈́́̑͛̈́́̃̄̏̍̑͊͌̕͘͘͘͝ͅ ̵̩͉̩̦̺̜̘̺̰͕̼̩͍͙̼̖̟̖̙͓̜̫̃͌͊͒͌̿̽̌͝ͅḑ̷͙̩̠̜́̍͐̏̓̐̒̈̎̽̀̂̔̽̈͐̑̄͂͗̈́̊́̿̒͋̇̉̈́̕̚̚͘͝͠o̶̡̫̯̜̖̖̩̩̟̞͇̾̒̅̓̌́̏̔́̽̐̈͗̊̎́̉͆̈̈̑̊̿͛͘̚͝ͅņ̸̨̧̘̣̦̦̞̙͖͉͍̖̮͕̟͖̫̭̘̜̪͍̲̬̫̰̜͋͂̔́̂͂̄̃̅̂̌͌̀͒́̎́̔̀͑̈́̚͜͜͜͠ͅ'̸̨͓̩̖̹̰̠͖̬̒̊̅͒̒̄̀̄̔́̀̈́̎̅͂̄̓͛̚͝t̷͈͙̫͙͇̻̝̉̇̏́͐͂̉́̏̾̊̔̇̏̓͠͝ͅ

̷̔́̎̑̃̏̉*The corner of his eyes start watering*

̵̢̢̻̗̤̙̟͕̜͖̹̱̹͖̺͖̬͇̲̓̂̌́͋̊̈̏̈́͂̿͂̒̄͛͋̃͂̋̾͜͠ͅĘ̸̧̨̨͍̲̤̭͙̖̭͍͖͉͔̺̃̐̈́̏̆̒̇̃̚͠x̴̛͙̭̖̜̣̖͔̥̩̫͖͖͔̤̋̀̋̒͒̈́̿͂̂̈̈́̆́͗̄̐̇͊̋̃̀̚̕į̴̛̙̟͚̮̦̩̠͓̘͚̦̩͗̍̓̓̂̇̓́̎͌͊̀̍̿͂̐̊̃̄͒̓̾̓̕̕͠͝s̷̡̹͕̱̯͙̗̯͍̩̪̅̅͌̑͜͠͠ẗ̵̨̘̪̘̰͉̳̬̳̠̥̫́̈́̉́̾͗͐̐̍͋͛̆̈͐̄̈́̒̋͐͊̋̑͋̋̎̑͋͛͆̆͆̃̕͝͝͝ͅ

I̵̡̡̢̧̹̫̼̜̪̖̭̗̣̲͈̝̲̼̖̯͈̱̫̘͎̩̹͚̲̲̬̩̐͑̂̉͛̑͋͑͌̋͊̎̎̑́̆̆́͘͜͜͠-̷̧̢̧̡̧̡̢̧͈͕͙̭̗̠̦̣̮̹̮͙̘͕̩̘̯̓̾̍̌̏̌́̂̈́͒͂͋̊̂̆̂̎̌̽̈́̓͌̃̌̈́̏̀̿̄̅̉̅͘͜ ̴̧̧̨̨͚̭̗̝͎͎͔̖͈̻͎̻̜͕̦̫̺̩̙͎̼̪̣̈̈͑̍̎́́̃͂̀̕͝͠I̴̛͙̱̰̥͓̤̳̬̖̯̭̦̯̳͎̠̫͕̽͐̃̀̑͒͐͝ ̷̨̯̥̞̝̥̦̻̳̭͓̠̥͇͔͓͖̩̻̙͍̦̭̥̺̮̂̓͗̿́̕͝ͅç̸̨̨̧͈̹̺̹̤̘͇̞͉̜͔͕͙͓̝̳͈͕͖̣̞̖̥͎̣͍͆̇̈̂́̊̕͘͜͝ą̶̨̛͉͎͉̖̭̖͓̥̠̪̪͓̝̟͕̰̥̲̺̠̺̼̺̼̦̹̦͎̥̜͚̾́̃́̈́̈̓̍̀̒͘ņ̸̥̦̯̞̯̠̻̜̝͖̗̥̝̹͔͇̱̑̈́̀̊̑̏̂̒̃̽̓̆͌̃͆̈͂́̚͠͝'̵̨̫͎̟̠̰̗̗͍̦̹̺̪̺̟̪̭̹̰͂̉̍̋̚͜ţ̵̧̧̧̡̪̖̜̠͔̰̳̮̩̗͉̼̹̮̻̤̫̖͕̟̘͇͚̻͇̮̈́̈́͘ͅ ̸̡̨̟̥̮͍͎̤̭̫̙̉̈͐̔̈͐̓͗̉̓̑̈̆̏͋̍́͝͠͝h̶̛͖̣̆̀͛́͛̅̑͑̀͂̄̍̽͊̍̇̈̑͐͘a̸̢̢̛͇̲̖̮̲̥͍̯͚̪͈̜̟͇͙̭̣͎̬͎͉͒̓̃̋̊́̊́̏̈́́̍̉͐̎͆̔͛̿͌̓̆́̃̇̚͝͝͝v̵̡̝̜͚͙̩̬̥̥̝͉̠̹̫͉̙̩̝̝̱͙͕͇̏͊̓̌̀͛̑̐́̄̉̅̅̑͑̏̈́̌̑̾̅̑̆̀̅̌͘͘̕͘͝͠͠e̸̡̡̧̧̡̨̙̲̦͇̣̣̗̯̝͙̲͇̪̤͍̠̩̙͔̞̰̭̙͉͖̹̣̠̊́͜ͅ ̷̢̨̧̨̧͙̘̜̯̙̪̘͈͍͕̦̬͇̜̰̺̖̻̪̞̞͖͖̱͈̠̻̖͉̖̦̿͂͂̾͂̐̎͊͂̃̌͐̋̕̕͘ȓ̴̟̺͉̲̭̘̤̬͔̩̞̣̪̟̮̘̥̹̫̼̮̍̂̓̏̈́̈́͂̆̀͝ͅu̶̘͐̂̉̊̉̒̽̑̍́̈́̏̐̓̈́̿͜͠͝ļ̸̛͈͎͔͂̆͂̈͂͛̾̓͆̕̕e̵̡̢̼̮̮̻̞̳̤̰͉̦̫̣̮̞̖̗̻̗͍̯̪̝̣̹̪̭͐̆̀̽͋͐́̄̓̓̀̎̇̉̊́̎̆̄͑̉͆̏͗͘͜ͅs̶̢̨̫̦̰̹̹͓͉̲͖͓͙̟̜̠̩̳̫̖̹̦͔̖̙̲͕̪͉̪͇͌̈͌̀̐͋̅̎́̾̑̐̆͐̐̌̑̍̾̑̆̂̈́̃̚͜͜͜͝ͅ ̵̛̖͉̣̖̝̝͔̘̱̟̞̲͇̞͛̏̏͛̂͑̍͂́͛̓̇͆͋͗͘͘͜͜͜͝͝͠i̷̢̧̨͓̘͇̹̠͍̱̱̼͎̮͈̭͚͇͉̙͔̖͙̘̤̬̜̖̰̗̐͋̀̈́̈̋͂̀̃͊͑͂̇̓͂̆̑̎̒̉̚͜͝ͅͅf̵̧̛̛̲̞͇̲͚͈͔̜̌͑͒̏̑̄̎̂͊̈́͗̓̓̅̂̀̈̊͆̀̋̕̚̚̕̕͘̕͠͝-̸̢̨̱̞̭͉͔̠͔̗̻̩̘͈̻͇͓̺̲̦̯̺̩̜̳̤̳̗̖͔̌͊͑̐̑̕͜͜ ̷̛̮̫͖̖̙̹̼̞͈̲̻͈̪̤̤͂͋͗̽̆̉̀͌̅͑̒̋̽̃̆͑̈͘̚͘͠͝i̶̧̨̨̛̠̟̪̣͍̭̟̻͚͚̬̬̝̤̭̰̙̦̘͓͖͈̳̠̯̝̘̠͉̰͐̀͐̂̄̍̏́̉̋̎̈́̋̎͋̐̐̄͑́͌̋̚̕̕͠͠f̸̡̨̡̖͍̗̱̱̘̖̥͍̭̜͎̝̘̞͓̦̲͖͓͍͔̙͕̥̈͊̇̏̋̈́͌͊̽͗́̀́̽̕͜͜͝͝ͅ ̷͈̥́̀̃I̸̛̪̳͇͓͉̥̗͑̎̓̄̽́̂̉͂͊̆̓̚͠ ̵̢̢̧̢̧̟̭̟̻͍͍̳̬̼͔̫͖̓̊̈́͌̏̅͘͜͜ͅd̴̢͙̻̭̤͎̦̼̫͚̹̦̩̦̻̣̘̰̯̮͛̔̋͐̅̓͜͜ȍ̸͕̖͋̍̋͐́̈́̈́̈́͐̅̓̐̐̈́̍́̈̓͌̆͝͝ṇ̷̢̨̧̛͇͖͓̱͍͔̖̦̪̥͙̯̠̲̰͉̽̿̍̈̑̌͒͐̆͐̐̚͠ͅ'̸̡̡̨̯͓͍̜̞̰̭̫͚͎̙̜̯̰̺̰̩͎̞̭̮̦̜̒̆̊̄̔ͅͅt̴̡̯̯̯͈̻̖̣̟̣̞̣̝̄͐͌̾͊͘͠ͅ-̵̢̢̛̞̺̼̟̳̙͕̲̬̪̣̖̠͚̺̬͚͉͍͈̯̱͓̲͍̺́̃̀̃̿̆̌͂̂̈́́̇̿̽͛̈̂̈́̌͗̉͗̀́͒̅͑̚̚̕̕͝

*He voice starts cracking. He clinged on him tighter feeling like he's losing his mind again. What would such a thing even mean for him? No rules? no games? Did his relationship with Lee count? Did the dice exist? Could he ever make a lover/ friend /enemy with anyone? Was he destined to no one? To be alone? Did it matter?*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance holds Parker tightly.]

Y̵̲̆ö̸͙́ù̸̗ ̴̘̈́w̶̯̃ọ̷̑ü̸̥l̷̮͝d̷͕̑n̷̺̄’̶̩̇t̷̚͜ ̴̤͝e̴͎̔x̴̫͋i̶̦̊s̵̬̈́t̸͈́ ̷͕͑ĩ̴̡f̷̱̾ ̵̗͆t̸͔͂h̷͋͜e̶͚͂ ̴̰̀r̶͂͜u̴͕͋l̸̫̈́e̴̞̕s̶͚͝ ̵̺̈́d̴̢͌ḯ̶͓d̵̩̂ň̷̫’̵͚̈́t̶͇̾,̴͚̀ ̶̟͠w̷̼͒h̸̟̿ȋ̷̭ç̷͊h̵̢̍ ̴̹̽m̸̯̃ȅ̶̺ȧ̸̻n̸͚̂s̸͎̈́ ̷̠͐ẗ̷͔́ḧ̸̜́e̵̲̿ŷ̵̹ ̷͇̈ḓ̸̐o̵͜͝.̵͓̔ ̶̏ͅA̷͔͒n̵̳̉d̶͎͘ ̴̯̆w̷͊͜e̵̯͗ ̸̞̉c̴͖̔ä̸̜́n̸̢͗ ̶͕́m̵̋͜ă̴͕ḳ̷͝e̶̝̿ ̸̪̈p̴̳͐h̵̖͝y̶͈̆s̴͙̊ï̴̯c̵̪͂a̸̪̐l̸̠̄ ̴̦͘c̸̜̈ò̶̱p̸͎̓ȋ̵͙è̸͜ŝ̶̪,̷͈͊ ̸̥͝ȁ̶̗s̵̓ͅ ̷͚̏m̷̟̚a̸̩̿n̶̝͂y̷̘̾ ̷͈͒ą̴̏s̵̲̐ ̷̯̇y̷͉͝ȍ̶̦ủ̷̮ ̷̻̂ṋ̴͘e̵̘̾è̶̙d̶̻͝.̵͓͌

[glitch-parker]

*A few tears came down*

Ȑ̸̛̟̭͉̬͇̘̞̗͔͎̱̫͉̦̲̻̠̰͎̖͍̫̫̘̬̘̝͓̩̱̔̂͌̕̚̕͜͝ͅḭ̵̡͕͚̖̱͈͉̙̳̝̓̍̈́̊͊̒͊̑̂͜g̷̨̫̭̞̠̯̲̠̩̦̦̣̺̈́̀͗̈́͒ͅh̷̬͓̮̺̻̩̯̜̩̜̤́͜t̴̨̢̢̛̲͉͓̦͙̩̙̟̳͍͖̜̺̻̝̯̬̮͓̳͇̗̰͒̍̆̅͋̊͂̔̋̕.̴̞͖̟͙͉͍̹͓̲̺̗͙͓͉̙̼̹̫̞͒̎ ̸͓̗̖̯̣̏̔͑̿͂͊̊̆̃̈̏͂̈́̒̀̽́̆̑̂́͑͑̓̔̃̔̋́́́̕͘͠Ŗ̷̛̛͚̫̖͉̼̭̺̣̜͕͖̫͎̩̼̟̬͈͐́̀͂́͋̒́̋̾̾̊̑̄́͒͂͗̾̚͝͝ͅì̵̡̤̥̣͕̜͙̬̰͚̖̳͚̪̳͕͎̹̙̪͖̹̥̻̬̮̟̉͂̆̑͆͗́̚̕͜͜͜͜g̶̢̧̛͈̜̲͍͖͚̙̰̞̳̫̹̜̠̩̼͙͇̐̓͗̓͊̎͌̒̂͒̍͗̎̓h̶̡̨̬͉̱͍̻͉̲̺̺̞̞̺͖̟̱͔̗͙̰̽͑̀͌̂̀̆̍͛͗́͑͘t̶̛̤̮̦̣͔͚͕̀̋̃̄̈́̽͒̍̐̊̎̊͋̽̏̃͑́͌̏͐͆͆̚͜.̷̨͔̹̋̈̈̃̑̇̐́̽͗͋̎͛͂̉̋͒̕̕͜͝͠͝͝.

T̸̡̬͖̈́̊͊́̽̋̏͆̋̓͐͗̅̒̈́̚͝͠͠h̶͌̃͌̏̾̂͋̅̏̄̆̒͌̄́́̾̐̕̕͝ã̷̧̢̡͇͖͈̦̫͉̳͍͚̹̫͎̹̰̽̽̓̈͛̉͗̈̃̑̔̌͊̇̇́̿̌͋̆̊̚͝ͅn̵̩̰͍͓͔̟̭̜͉̤̞̒̋̅̏̌̅̔͂̀̂̎̆̈́̈́͋̄̒̈́͆̂͑̓͐̌͋͝k̶̡̮̭̻̗̄̄͗̎͋̀̋͐̈̏͗̈̌̓̎͊́́̓̏̉͐͛̍́͛̕̕̕̚͝͠͝ͅ ̴̢͙̳̭̜̣̻̖̣͚̬̖̯͈̖̠̦̟͓̞̻̳̗̳͐̉̇̿̽̓̊́̔̓̚̕͝͝y̸̨̛̛̛̗͉͍͙̺͓͇̗̖̲̬̍̓̂̆̓̋̆̃̉̎̅̈̅͛̈́̈́̉́̓͑͘͠ö̷̢͉͎̟̲̝͉̥͕͈̳̼̤̪̬̺̱̪͉̩́̏̊͛͑̒̐̋͗̽̇̽̑͘ừ̵̧̼̪̜̗̪͚̣͙̜͍̜̙̫̘͚̮͂̉̂̑̐̀̈̎̅̉̉͌̇̈́͛̿̏̆̂.̷̧̧̼͖̜͚̻̤̖͙͛́͌̑͗̓͂̓̉͐̅̎̐̈́͆̿̿̈́̔͐͘͠͝͝ͅ

*Despite the glitching it was obvious his voice was very soft.*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance smiles softly]

T̵͖͆ȟ̷̜e̵̜̓r̷͇̄ë̵̢ ̵̭̚y̷͍̽ö̶͖́u̷̳̾ ̴̹͘ģ̵̈́o̶̖̕.̵͖̊ ̸̧̽Ñ̴͍ǒ̸̤w̴̩͂ ̷̻̃j̶͖̑ṳ̴̒ś̴̯ṫ̸̼ ̶̯̄b̷͍͂r̷̋ͅḛ̶̽a̶̖͊t̵̼̔h̴̙͘ë̸̤́ ̵̛̗w̶̰͐i̷͚͆ṫ̷̠h̷͍̓ ̶͕͆ḿ̴̮e̸̘͌,̵̆ͅ ̸̫̊o̴̯̓k̵̠̒ä̵̮́ÿ̶̝?̵̳̽ ̸̧̓Ỵ̸͛o̸̜̓ủ̴͍’̷̛̣r̵̭̂ȩ̵͝ ̶̯̈́s̵̪͒t̵̒͜i̸̘͑l̷̹͋l̴̗̾ ̵̖̽ÿ̷̖́o̶̦͂u̷̼͒,̵̱̇ ̷̧͠a̸̛ͅn̴̰̾d̷̥̑ ̶̱̑w̸͕̉e̸͙̅’̷͈̽ļ̵̈́l̷̡͘ ̷̞̓m̷͕̀ǎ̴̯k̴̫͝ē̴̤ ̵͉͘ḯ̸̧t̴͍́ ̵̖̃a̸͛͜l̷̯̋ĺ̸͜ ̸̱̚ẃ̸̜o̷̳̍r̸͔̎k̸̯͠.̵̟̎

[He reaches to wipe the tears away, chuckling softly]

[glitch-parker]

*He nods trying to steady his breathing.*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance keeps a kind smile, his hands moving to Parker’s shoulders as he takes deep breaths too, to try and guide Parker.]

[glitch-parker]

*He matches his breathing to his. Almost remarkably after a little while the glitching was going down a lot of course it wasn't completely gone however but definitely hurt less for Chance.*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance smiles gently, his voice clear now.]

There you go. See? It’ll be okay, we can make it work.

[glitch-parker]

Lee, dressed as Will Wood's Normal Album cover, heads up to the attic. He has a bright smile on his face and a bag of candy in his hands. As soon as he enters the attic, though, the bag of candy falls from his hands as he takes in Parker's glitching.

Parker!

He cries out, running towards Parker and grabbing his wrists. Lee flinches as the glitching spreads to his form, but he holds strong as he inspects Parker.

What happened? What's going on???

@showstopper-homeowner

*He sitting with Chance not expecting someone else to come in suddenly, to say he was startled would be an understatement he literally jumps back when Lee made contact which also got rid of the Lee's glitching and pain. Parker's glitching seem to spike for just a moment but then going back to how it was*

J̸̯̮͇̲̩̈͐͋̌̒̉̅͌̀̆͗͜͝é̶̢̝̙͚̱͕͉̫̘͇̖̜̠̹̐̇̐͛̅̀͛̆́͝͝ş̸̨̛̘̦̣̻̮̫̱̝̝̞̎̑̀͊͌͝͠͝͝ų̶͖̫͕̠̝̟͉̤͔̪́̈́͆̔̃́̏̎̐̏̕͜͝ș̷͓̬̣̭͚̫̳̀̓͐͐̄͐̍͂̏͛͌̕̚ͅ L̷̤͖̊̽̈́̏͗͝ȩ̶͕̹̮̯̀̿̽̋̏͝e̴̺̠̠͛!̴̝̭͉̫̝́̉̇

*He huffs out. He stared at Lee for a second seeming out of it as his mine tries to catch up with him remembering that huge mess of empty board games literally tossed around*

O̷̤̯̜̊̒̌͑̈́̈́̒̕̕͝h̶̨̳͎͉̠̾̀́͒̔̔̉̂͘ ̷̢̯͚̠̅́̽͑͝͠ǔ̷̢͉͚͈͚̳̪͍̝̞͓̱̀̊̓̈͝͝m̴̳͚͙͖̼̫̮͚̲̆̋̾̌̈͂͑̿̄̎̕͝ͅͅ-̶̢̳͕͍̠̘̟̣̻͖͑̾̀̑͊̈́̄ ̷̥̓̓͝C̷̡͔̦̏͌͒̀ȟ̴̢̬̘̺̲̻̼̺͈̠͜ǎ̶͈̋̉͂̈́̈́̾͋̂n̴̨͇̮͙͇̫̻̺̝͂̂c̶͔̜̻̀͛̀͗̎̽ę̶̟̦͙̗̮̖͕͍̝͖̭́̌͋̉͝ ̸̡̩̳͚͇̯̫̖͈̣̒̊w̶̮̭̫͕̗̮͘͝ā̸͎̯͕̻̜̀͗̈́̔̊͌̀̆́̃͜s̶͔̮̿ ̸͉͙̄̈̎̾̊̉͛̕͝h̴̙̜̼̳̮̎̏̉͂̓̅͑̀̚͝e̸̢͑ḽ̶͖͍̹̊́̈́͛͗̏̊p̸̘̞̩̘͓̯̰̠̪͈̺̊̄ ̶̲̠͔͚̜̱̞̜̲̻̱̏m̵̛̟̗͔͙̀͊̈́͊͑ë̴͍̫͉̲̦́̄̂̏͗̆̓͒͆͝ ̷̧̦͚̦̣͓͉̪͚̯́̌̈́͊̂͘͝ͅͅç̶̮̮̙͇͚̳̫̖͉̔͂͑̔͗͑̈̎̿͌ļ̶̨̘̰̖̹͙̥̪̗͌̓̆͜e̵̡͂͛̇͐̐̌͂̽a̶͔̥͕͆̅͂̃̉̇͝ͅn̷̛͈̯̲̞̯̻̭͛̈̃̈́̅͒̔̕ ̶̼͙̞̝̲̝̥̱̙̳͈͆͗̏͜ā̴̛̘̹̠͈̰̪̩͍̥̩̻̗̃̀͘ ̶̡̗̻̌̋̃͊̚ͅb̷̪̦̥̻͖̹̼͉͆̀i̸̙̰̥̻̲͂̀t̶̢̪̗̘͙̙̺̯̖̒!

*He lied not wanting to worry him since who knows if this was connected to glitches or not or whatever was happening. Unaware of the most obvious warning sign hi̸̧͈̠͂̊m̷̧̞̫͋̄̊s̶̯̲̄e̵̙͕̭̒l̵̺̻̽̈́f̸̨̏͑͂.*

[deactivated-blog]

I-I need to take care of this! Oh my gods, Parker, I didn't realize you were getting thid bad! If I had known earlier, I-

Lee was frantically pulling out his notebook and flipping to various pages, trying to find out where he put his research for staving off glitches.

You and Chance were cleaning? What did you come across? It might be related to the gliching.

// so sorry for the late reply... we were quite busy, hahah.

[glitch-parker]

Ooc: Nah your good))

*He was starting to panic a little bit making the glitching a little worse. Had he not been as good at acting like he was ok? What does he mean by getting worse?? And worst of all he felt like he had to fix it. Fix this whatever this was. Parker nonchalantly Yanks the notebook out of his hand. No glitching gets on the notebook tho*

H̸̞̥͗́̃͛͊͘͝e̷̛̳̻̭̖̣͚͚̳͈̖̪̳̒͆̽̊̈́͊͛͐̈́͝͝ͅẙ̸͕͇̠̝̺͂ͅ ̷̳̲̽͊͗̈́́̉̑̽̎͂̃̓͝ͅn̸͕̜̩̞͉̫̙̼͔̤̺̓̌̄̓͐̈́͠͝͠ͅo̸̡̯̲̣̠̩̐͛̓̈͝w̶̻̜͓͙͖̗͖̝̗̭͚͌, ̵̢̧̟̼̟̳̘̈́̓̿ͅT̴̢̨͇͇̭̝͖͓̓͂̓̉͂͋͋ḥ̸͖̤̻̭̇͐̐̊̾̐͐̆͛͋͘̕͝ȩ̴͕̮̼͙̣̘̼̼͕͍͍̀̀̏͐r̷̡̢͎̩̻͕̞̰̮͉̘͍̈́̇͠͝ẽ̷̯͇̟̣̜̟̖̪͒͊̔̇̃̓ͅ'̶̧̗͎̦͎̤̩̈̑͋͠͠ͅs̸̩̮͙͓͇̼̫̭̑̚ ̶̰͕̑̎̆͘͜n̶̠̭̱̍̈́̔̏̎̏̒͝ȏ̴͇́̃̓̑̊̆̏͠ ̴̛̭̘̼̭̪̲͇̿͋̅̔̓͛͛̓̋̓̋̃ͅn̸̨̨̢̥̩̲̝̼̤̼̻̄͌͒͊̇̂̆̿͘̚̚̚͝e̴̡̯̱̻͚͎̺͆͘ẻ̷̝̠̻̈́́̎̽̉̀̉̑̚͝d̴͕̜̦̲͉̪̻͙̀͜ ̷̧̛̻̖͓̻͇̮͂̎̇͋̐f̷̆̏̏ò̵̢̢̯͓̩͍̩̼̳̖͝ṛ̴̺̘͂ t̶͈̱̪͕̻͉̦̞̦̫̮̩̊͑̈́͗̑̅́̄̐̈́͠h̴̢̖̝̣̱̫̦̭̯͎̬̩̺̉͂͗̈́͒̎̅̕a̷̳̭̙̝͚͆̌̏͂̆͝t̸̡͚̜͚̹̯̲̼̦̱̂̀̿̈́̾̍͐̀́̐̈ͅ.̶̹͓́͒̈̔̈ͅ

Ň̵̞̭͋͋̌̇͆̅͝ó̶̢̱̪̝̗̤̬͒͒̂͝ ̶̨̨̛̭͔̖̳̒̌̊͌̿g̶̭̭͍̙̊̽̀̀͌̈́́́͑͊l̵̜͎͚̓̀͆̃͐̏̑̕i̵͈̞̰͔̺̲͑͐̆̇̽̑̚͜͠ͅt̷͚̮͖̭̱͖̜͓̰̾͒̓̒̃̕͠ͅč̴͇̱̝͖̞̳̄̀͐̑ḩ̷̨̲͖̝͎̳͓̖͝e̴̥̖̜͙̬̗̍̐̀͐̍̔̕̚͝͝s̷̢̧̥̣̟͔͖̍̾̌̉̿̅͗͑̎̏ ̷̠͉̗̠̔j̵̝̜̥͈̙͍̮͉͚͗̔́̃̓͗̓̽̈͜u̸̖̾ŝ̷̢͖͋̾͗̓̒̃͊̈̕t̵̨̢̯͍̭͓̤̫͕̯̑̅̃͝ ̵̘̹̲̔͋̐̋̌ͅc̷̨̣̰̤͓̮͈̥̙̙̐͊̀͋̃̕l̷̢͇̦̹̪̣̫̳͇̅͛ͅẽ̴̛̩̱͐͊̓͐́̀͝ä̴̛̯͕̣͎̣̣͕́͌̇͒̌̚̕͝n̸̤͎̦̦͂͐̐̽͋̂̚i̷̛͉͓̻̘͓͍͍̓̑̌̎͜n̵̢͓͔͓͎̆͗̊͌̎͗̊̈́͊͜͝ģ̷̧̡̯̙͚̞̖̮̑̎̌̊̔͂̇̽̇ ̷̰͔̼̪̤̾̌͒̈͋͌ͅả̵̠̗̱̮̮̅̉̉̉f̵̨̦̞̳͙̀̈́̐̚͜t̴̘̭̪̥̖̥̽̍ͅě̷̗͌̀̿̂̌̑̉ȑ̸̛̮̙̦͖̗͔̬̼̼̖̽͗̽́͛̈́̚ ̸̫͇͙̪͎̂̃́̏͐̈́͗͊̆ḁ̴̘͔̅̈͐̔ ̸̞̰̤͇͍͚̀̀̒͝ĺ̷̨̖̀̐̽̾͂̀́̋̿i̶̢̠̫̱͔̞̯̰̱͔͛ṱ̶̡͂̀͊͗͝͝ț̵̫̻̬̰́̍l̵̘̗̟͈̐̄́̄̔́̊̀̾e̴̝̘͌̿͌̅͋ ̵̯͆̈́̀͐́m̷̠̫̊̒̉̕ḙ̸̙̬̰̝͙̆͆s̶̰͙͉̯̃̂̇͝͠s̸̬̘̩̀̿͜.̷̼͕̥̖͎̩̦̞̗̒̈́͒̑̋̈́

R̶̯̝̭̥̹̠̺̳̮̣͑̉͊͌̒̍͠͝͠ì̴͔̯̈́̈̓̾̄̑͝g̵͖̮̰̍̀̓͠h̶̠̙͇̽͆͜ţ̶̝̼͚̩̞̺̉̿̽́͊̇̐ ̶̛̠̙͓̥͈̜̺̘̍́͆̑̽̄̿̇C̸̤̅͐̈h̸̜͚̣̤̼͌̌̿̏̕͝a̴̢̧̢̠̟̩͍̯͔̱̿͗̂̑͐̀͝n̷̪̓̂͆̍͋̓ĉ̶̡̬̼͉̝͙̼̥͑̒̒͝e̷͔̹̩̬̪͕̖̲̽̆̅̄́̈̎͋͘͝?̸̨̡̢̙͕̘͉͙͒

*He elbowed Chance hard. He moved his head to whisper to him out of sight from lee. It was almost impossible to tell what Parker was saying since the glitching but his mouth clearly was mouthing "Back me up!"*

( @nat-20-on-perception)

[nat-20-on-perception]

Oh! Yeah, just- we were cleaning and Parker was making sure the games were good, no glitches!

[Chance smiles nervously, hoping he’s being convincing. He looks over at Parker with a nod]

He just- started to glitch a bit, so I’ve been helping him as best as I can- nothing to do with what we were doing, just a sudden glitch!

[He reaches to Parker’s hand, squeezing it to assure Parker that it would be okay.]

[glitch-parker]

*Everything was going good until. Chance mentioned glitching. This is not what he wanted at all! Chance can't just mention glitching now! Not in front of him! why would he lie about him glitching that doesn't even make sense. The glitching on his body seems to become worse from him already spiraling just a little bit about how Lee is taking this*

Į̷͈͎̰͉̥͈̱͎̬̫̥̜̆͊̽̏͌̏͂͌̋͊̍̍͗͘̚ͅ-̵̢̦̗̗̘̺̳͖͎́ ̴̮͙̲̣́͘͝nő̶̧͚͚̜͙̭͇̝̭̞̿̃̑͜ͅ ̸̧̞̘̫̺̪̭̯͓̓̏͌̍͑͗n̸̛̛͈͍̰̘̺̫̟͉̰̯̤̳̻͉̂̈́̐͆͂̆̾͋͘ǫ̸̧̰̗̜͔̗͖̜̩̭̐̆̄̋̈͌!̸̭̫̻̃̽͂͛̏̓͋̑̃̆̓̉̚̕̕ ̵̧̩̯̙̻̏̓͐̈́͐̔͂͗̾͗͐Ỉ̶͙̰͈̹̲͓̱̯̈́͊͒͊̐̾͑ͅ ̶̨͍͉͛w̵̼̩̔̎̄́̈̂͝͠a̵̯͔͊̆͐̉́̿́̂̍̔̓̀͗͋̒ș̸̛̣̙̰̃͂̈̆́̔͒̄̊̓̎́̿̚n̵̹͙̤̰̦͂̆ͅ'̵̢̼̳̜̮̗̄̒̂̾͊͜ẗ̴̨̢̺̼̲̳͈̣̹͕̺̟̰́̚ ̵̨͔̣̗̹̩͇͇̘̏-̴̡͚̤͚̬̐̊͂̽̔̇̄̈̿͒͘͝͠ ̴̓͆̓̈́

g̴̟̳̳͈̙͕̮͈͙̠͈͑̔͌̆̏͒̕o̶̿̍͊͘͠ḋ̷͖̹̹̮͇̓̔́̾̅͒̂̊͑̀͜͠͠͠ ̸̧̨̛̳͙̱̩̬̜̲̜͕̇̓̓̄̍̄̚͜d̶̙͔̳̉̎̔̓̑̑̍̏̂͐̕͜͠a̶̡̢̢̨̼͔͇̼͈͑̽͑̄̈́͐̈͒̈́͐̊̒͝m̸̨̘̠͎͔͔̞̻͕̣̼̰̠̎̒ͅṇ̶̫̙̮͛ ̷̢̘̫̦̝͕͙͈̙̻̬̏̇̾̉̊͂͒̚ͅỉ̴̥̖̮͚͉̮̯̺̠̘̀̐̓t̵̨̢̛͖̲̟̝͚̰̯̜̍̽́͗̀̀̄͘͘̚̕ͅ ̴̹͇͎̳̦̭̼̳͌͑̆̈́̏̃̚̚C̴͠h̶̬̮̎̌̐͌̂̀̊͝͝ͅā̸̡̨̛̼̣̞̖̀̑͠n̵̲͓̙̭̮͉͈̼͙̜̠̑̅̆̇͊̈̀͂͐̔͑̅̈́͒͝ç̵̢̧͕̪̻͇̮̻̩͙̓̓̐̃̄̒͒̅̇͒̓͒è̸̛̫̣͍͖̝̹͕̞̈́̒̅̂̎͌̆̓̾̔̆̅͐!̴͔̩̖͈͚̺͍̺̠̖̾̒͂̿̓͐̀̾́̚

( @showstopper-homeowner)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance puts his hands up defensively]

Oh- no no I didn’t mean while we were cleaning! You started glitching afterwards, not during! We were sitting here, and then it started- nothing about the cleaning was involved!

[He glances nervously at Lee]

[glitch-parker]

*He firmly grabbed him by the shoulders and loudly whispers*

Ň̶̤̗̞̻̩̬̃̓̒̈́̏̄̐̒̈̈́̏̀̈́͑̀o̴̧̢̩̲̤̗̲͈͉̎́̏̍͠t̵͙͔̹̟̪͓̯͋̀̂̆̔͌̏̾̚͜͝ ̷̬̞͌̋̿̉̆̿̊̕̕͠h̶̯̻͍̜͈͖̲̦̫̞̹̀̂̎͗̄̔́͐̔̕ȩ̶̢̖̠͖̭̟̮͓͛͜͝ͅl̵̛̞̂͒̽͂̒̑̅̀̒̚͝p̶̺̾̎̀̆̿̊͗̏̆į̶̗͎̝̭̪̙͈̩̫̹̫̮͙̤͚͐̑̐̽n̶̳̗͇͓͉͙̯̝̫̻̼̎̔͜ͅģ̷̥͖͓̘̠̟͙̬̩̫͈̝̣̳͉̣̙͆̿̀̎̐͗̉̌͐͌̂̿̈̈̚ !̶̨̟̘̖̥̬̜̹͍̐͌͗̄̄̀̌͂̚

// *sigh* what did I tell you about him not knowing he glitches in his sea of denial that surprised me sometimes!))

[nat-20-on-perception]

I’m sorry!! It’s- I’m saying that incase Lee sees something we can’t, that- seems to happen a lot-

[He tries to lie smoothly, but is fairly obviously nervous about all of this.]

//Hes trying his best /silly

[glitch-parker]

*Parker let's go of him and pitcher his temple in frustration. Parker wouldn't be surprised if his headache didn't leave for a weeks after this*

//which one? ... / Half joking. Also /silly

[deactivated-blog]

...Uhm.

// chance, cmon buddy. dont lie to us

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance attempts to ignore the mods. Not very well though. It’s obvious he hears them as he keeps glancing around every time they speak to whatever direction their voices come from. His voice comes out quieter.]

Parker I… think we need to tell Lee. It’s- not for anything bad, it’s just- there’s something we know and- he just wants to help take care of it, you know-?

//Come on, chance. Acknowledge them.

you’re making me look crazy, Cupid-

//Meh, that’s what comes with being aware.

[glitch-parker]

*Parker was not paying attention at all to Chance seeming crazy. His head hasn't stopped hurting since well everything. He wished he could have just gone back. Back to beginning the day. Beginning of yesterday where they played games, it seemed fine. Maybe even the beginning of the week or whatever day it was at this point. Today was definitely his worst of the days he's ever lived he sure of it.*

T̵͕̣̟̎͋̓̓͝e̶̳̗̖͌͊l̶̳̙̰͔̯̑l̷̛̰̹̃̐̾̽͑̈ ̶̹̟̝̆̄h̷̛̙̾̾̆̔͛i̸͕͎̿͂͜m̶̨̗̼͇̱̾͌̑͌͗͂̅ ̸̡͈͇̫̮͉͉͆̃͊̔w̸̢̦̯̐̒̐̀̀͝͠ͅẖ̶̌͆a̷̻̮̽́t̵͓̲͊̒͂̾̊̊?̷͔̰͔̳͖̦̰̓͋̆̈̚ ̷̯̱͐͑̈̋̃ͅͅÀ̴̡̻͓̺̹̈́͂̌̇͘l̶̢̖͗͜͝l̸̢̲̰̬͚̍̏̽́̇ ̷̗͍̼̠̱̓͜ͅḩ̸͖̣̮̀̀̋͗̂̕i̶̭̇̊͛͌s̸̭͇͕͚̆̿ͅ ̴̨̡͕̬̫̏̽́̄̎̿͜ͅg̸̹̠̹̳̭͕̪̏̐͋͠á̷͔͕̫̗͋̈́̚̚m̶̱͉̥̀͜e̴̞̓̕s̷̨̯̼͔͖̭͐̉̓͠ ̷͓̝͌͐̕ş̴̛̼̰̒̄̈́̐͊̍ȋ̴̧͌̏m̵̡̡̗̖̞̃̾u̴͚͙͊̊̄̐̈́l̵̝͕̱̝̍͐͆̌̓͜t̶̰̲̼̲̽͗̐͠a̸͍̮̰͈̘̐͑͛n̸̢̢̢̻̪̦̅̂̕e̸̝̙̙̍̾̊͊̀̋͌o̶̰͋̽̓̉͐̽u̷̫̦̖̪̖͒s̸̫̪͚̈́̎̃̆͂̕l̸̞̫̝͈̿̍̂̈́y̶͍̭̫̣͐͗̋̈́̚ ̷̠̾̾̈́̏̈́̀͝d̶̢͎̻̫̈ĩ̶̥s̸̜̲̤͙͌͒̈́̍́̆̕ap̶͎̖̳͖̲͇̖͐̈́̚͝p̷̘̼͎̤͈̺͌e̸͍͍̦̘̿̈́͗̈́a̵̧̞̩͙̅̐̂̐́r̶̡̳̗̗͗̈̈́͆̂͋͋ë̷̱̻͛̇d̸̨̳̠̯̮̜̹̾ ̸̞̀õ̸̖̳̠̪͒͝ͅŕ̴̘̍͋̉͆͝ ̷̥͖͔͙͙̫̌͝m̷̘͍̍̀̇̽͂ǎ̸͎̝̟̳̯̫̱̀̇͠y̸̙̖̳͒̈̃́̈́͝b̷̨̮̤͛̇̓̾̈̍e̷̙̓̈́̅̓͌ ̴̧̧̫̲͒̓̂͊n̶̞̣̱̜̉͑͑̓͋̚͝ͅė̵͇̹̼̐͋̌́̚͠v̶͙̲̮̂̋́͗ë̵̖̩͎͎̭͚́͒͑̅͜͠ȓ̸̛͓̉͛̀͂ ̵̡̥̯͙̗̓̎͑̕͜ͅĕ̸̠͖̬̫̌̀̊̈́̋̕x̴̡͍̞̞̹̂̈̾̽̀̿͝i̶̢̹̳̙̪̘͉̎͌͛s̷͖͉̙̰͌̈́̐́͝͠ẗ̴̻̫̪͈̮̹́͑͛̋̍̂e̶̡͖͓͈͓̯̼̓̃̓́̉͘d̶̢̠̩̤̞̱̱͗͝ ̸̡̤͔̲̐͌̓̃̚d̶̢̧̦̬̪͆̿͠ͅe̵͖̩̯̫͛̌̽s̶̟̬̩̭̆̏͠p̶̹̒̂i̵̙͙͂̑̂t̷͍̫̩͍͂̍̓̍͘̕͝ḕ̵̞̞́̐ ̵͚̟͋͋̎́m̷̱̭͇̜͎̠̌́̽̎́̓̕e̸̛͇̬̤̊̌̄̋́͗ ̶̥̿̀̎p̷͉̩̤̝͒̀̈́ͅl̷͚̝̦̠̘͚͈̒̆͒̅͘͝͝a̶̛̰͌̽͗̍͊y̷̨̰͓̹̪̲̏̾i̸̡͓̫͊͝n̷̰̜̬͇̐̆̿̊̾̆g̷̳̮͚̀̾͌́̿̅ ̵͍̯̩̦̺̟̪̽̋̈́͐͝t̸̨̪̦͑̅̋ͅh̴̠̀̿͑́̚͠ę̵̹͈̖͌̅̕͜m̴̹̦̠̫̟̲͉͊͒͒!̵̘̜̣̻̤̥́̄̑͋ ̷̯͍̞͌̒̆̅͊̐͘͜B̶̢̦̺͓́͑e̷̟̼͙̍͗̈̊̇̂̈ȉ̸̩̳̯͉̲̍͊n̶͚̙͎̭̗̑͑̈́͜ġ̴̨͖͗̕ ̶͎͂ţ̸̢̼͔̞̪͌h̸͇̽̔̉̽́͝ê̵̛̬̼̬̊̍͆̚m̵͙̘̙̱͓̼̪̓̐̊̇̈́!̷͔̱͚̯̉

//one point for Parker zero for his sanity))

H̴̨̰̺̜̦̋̈͝e̸̠͇̥̯͚̎̈́̚ͅ ̶̗̓̈́̊̋̑̈̉c̸͖̜͍̜͕̓̀a̶̪̩̞͋̅̅͑̓̀ņ̴̩͎̠͓̑̎̋͘'̸̿̎͂̂̀̕͜t̴̤̟̲̫͖͚̹̆͂̈́̏͑ ̴̳͕͘̚d̸̖͔͎̹̫̯̮̋̐o̵̢̯̱̫̠̩̓͆̊͆̋̈́͜ ̷͉̮̬̱̞̰͉̍̑͝a̶̧͓͈̪͂̈́̋̄͝n̷̡̩̯͖̬͑͠ỳ̴̘̰̹͎͈̗̾̉̑̅t̶̥̕h̷̲͗̒̅́̍͘ͅi̴͚̹̅͆̍͆̑̄̉ǹ̶̻͎͉̤͔͠g̴̺͋͒!̴̡̧̩̫̌̾͗̄̂͝ ̵͚̬͎̼́̂̌͌͒̈͝ͅŶ̷̢̱͕̺̇͊ǒ̵̖͛ư̷̩͈̙̙͕̐̎͑̈́͑ ̷̙͈̺̥̓̈́̓̚č̸̨̨͉̪̞͓̋͋͝a̴̱̞̜͇̬͇̥͐̽̑̊͂͑ǹ̷̹̝̟̭̈̈́̉͐̈́͛͜'̴̰̩̰̪͉̀t̴̙̭̥̄͊͘ ̶̠̐͌̌̎̊̋a̶̡͓̠̲̮͋́̿̎n̴̢̖͉̬̱̾͑̌̀͝ͅy̶̡̢̨̦̼̖̤͐͐͝t̶̠̬͊̇̓̄́̓̓h̵͎̳̼̣̙̞̠̒͐̀͗̕i̵̧̟̰͕̹̿́̊͌̃̈n̸̜̹̙̓̈̑̏̀̕g̴͇͛́̋̀̋!̷̧̢̲͈̟̹̌̅͒͝ ̶̟̔̽̈Á̴̯̪̤̘͍̣̓͝͝ǹ̸͈͍̠͎͓̼͗̌͒͜͝d̸͖̬͓͉͓͍̉ ̵͆̓̇̂̋ͅI̵̥̅͊̔͐́ ̴̢̤̜̱͍͆͐̏̔͗̍͘C̴̱̚Ă̷̪͇͇̹̣̟͛͒̏͂̽Ņ̷̰̯̊̿̈́̃́̅̚'̶͔͇̬̗̳͍͖̓̄̎̒Ṱ̷̟̈́̄̇ ̴̲͆̎̅͑̿͊̚d̶̯͕͍̭̰̼̼̋̓̃̑͒̐o̸͙͖̘͖͔͋͒͌͊͑͝ ̶̛̭̺̓̕ã̵̘̤̞̟̌̊̍̽n̸̻͓̙͋̍̅̾͝y̶̨̢͔̠̘̋͊̉͆t̵̻̣̥̠̺̐̐̀h̸͇͇̺̼͈̉̅i̵̢̳̭͍͐̓̓̌͗͘͝ͅn̷̡͍̂̈́͌g̶̪̑͂͝!̷̙̗͉̀͗̅̔̀.̷̛̞̌̆̃͘̚͝.̴͙̞͎̃̎̍.̸̡̠̣͋̋̍͛̈́͋̚͜ͅ

*His words seem to hit him like a truck. He weekly moves back until he feels the wall sliding down it gripping at his head from the headache*

W̶̮͚̐̾̕͝ḩ̵̙̞̣͔̙̘̤̈́̌͊̚y̴̢͕̏̉̈́̿͠.̸̡̙͇̔̂.̸͝-

̴̘͍̈́̿́̇͠W̶̛̦͕̍̀̏̋̾͐̆h̷̭̣͚͖̲̭̥͆͋y̸̨̲̗̜̳͍̼̍̽̀̀̚͝ ̴̮̖̣̗̬̼̃̃͝d̷̫̽̐̔̈̓̕͝ơ̴͙̰̲̗͈̫̈̄̍́̀͝ ̶̨̡̢͇̣̰̈́̌͐́k̶̹͋ẽ̴͓̫ę̴̛̹̻̪̎́̇͗͆͘p̷̳͐̄̊͐͝͝ ̸̳̥̱̪͈̥̠̝̃͋̈́̌s̴̨̟͕̝̥̹̈́̃a̵̢̛̳͚͕̬͛̐̐y̷̩̟̤̗͖͉͓̬͋̀̉̓̀̈́͠i̵̜͙̘̖̝̥͐̽̎͜ͅn̵͛̂́͛͜g̷̢̨͍͈̠̼̥̯̐͋̈́̆ ̸̙̖̾̃̈́̏͑̕t̷̛͈̽͊́h̷̬̜̙̋̅̈́͊̓͝ą̷̖̊ṫ̴̨̖̲͍̩̠̏͆͛̅̅̕?̷́̚.̶̮͔͙̦̬̭͓̽͛͑̈́̂̅̽́͜..̶̢̖̯̖͎͎̆͑̒̊̅̈́̚͜͝ͅ ̷̣̩͈̀Ẁ̴̨͓̫͆h̸͍̘́̿͗̅a̵̭͑̇̒̊̋͝͠t̵͎̮̙̂ ̴̡̡͚̮̭͕͆ḏ̵̼̙̙̙̂͒̽͑o̶̢̗̳̤̼̲͗̎͂̈́̈́͝ ̷͇͍̘̼̞̘̿y̵̺̺̤͕̙͙͎̙͌̒̈́̚͠o̷̫̬̅̍ū̴̧̟͈̘͎͕̤̃̇̓̌͒́͝ ̵͙̙̽̽̀̄̎̍̾͆ḵ̴̛̼̗̮͉̥͗̅̃̎̍̂͜ń̵̠̥͉̝̞̬̗͒̂̂̐̋́o̶̘̮̮͈̺̦̠̓͊w̵̞͙̞͆̈́̆͒̍̕̕-̶̯́͑ ̶̲̞͉͇̙̭͊Ẃ̷̭̤͈͘ȟ̸̘̬̪͎̘͉̔͛a̶͕̓̅̆̽̓̔ẗ̸͓̦̘́̊̌͠ ̶̥͍̓̓͝d̴͙̪͇̰̯͑̏͒͂̃̀̒͜o̷̮̯̩̥̓̑̿͊͝n̵̳̺̪͖͉̣̯̍̉͑͐̑'̷̣̩̩̦̩̮̄̏̎̃͋̀ͅṭ̵͍̚ ̶̯̈́̃͂̄̓̽̂͠Į̴͍̩̖̖͙͗͆ ̶̟̓k̵̙̹̞̬͙͔͛n̸̯͓̲̯͐o̸͍̯̘͊̃w̷͖̫͈̩̰̓̏̐̀͑̈͜͝?̷̨̫̖̹̜͛́̚͝!̴̨͍͍̤̿̑̆̿ ̴͕̌̌̒̿́̑

*He was pleading he was scrunched up on the ground which made his whole body seem like just a giant glitch ball*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance looks over at Lee. He’s looking for a yes or no on if he should tell Parker.]

I… debated on it earlier. Just tell me if I should.

[deactivated-blog]

I... Go ahead. He... He needs to know.

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance nods. He approaches Parker, reaching out to put a hand on Parker’s shoulder.]

You’re gonna have to work with me on this, okay? It’s going to seem crazy, but… knowing can help. The more you know, the less it can affect you, I think.

[He takes a deep breath, pulling back out the glitching dice.]

Do you remember when I brought up this to you? How I rolled for perception and then suddenly could hear other people that didn’t seem to exist? It… apparently, there’s more to it.

[He puts the dice aside.]

That wall. You said you looked through it once. Thats letting you see your mod. The person I keep talking to whenever it seems like I’m talking to nobody is them. I have one too, their name is Cupid. Lee has one, and so do Holly and Hector. You’re the first I think to actually see their mod. So… I’m going to tell you what that means.

[He sighs softly, obviously worried about how Parker will react.]

We found out that we’re in a game. It’s… weird to know, but it explains everything. Why everyone has been quiet, why your games are disappearing… everything. Your games used to exist, but because we’re in a game… they don’t. Because there aren’t any “sprites” as the mods call it to show what your games look like. Thats… that’s where your games went. Including Sandy Land. I…

[He paused, the continued]

I didn’t want to tell you because me and Holly found out by, well… chance. I rolled perception and began to see the mods as floating eyes, and now me and Holly can actually interact with ours now that they and some of voices explained what’s going on. That’s why you heard me call the voices ‘Askers’ or ‘Anons’ because… that’s what they are.

[He pulls back, just incase Parker preferred being alone after hearing all of this.]

Do you need me to tell you more? I can try to explain more of it, if you want.

[By now, his glasses glitched even more, as well as the clasp of his cloak, further hinting to the point as he mumbles about a headache himself.]

[glitch-parker]

*Parker's mouth flapped open and close a few times as he failed to understand anything of what he was saying*

N̷̡̡̻͎͙͔͚͎̘̖̹̘̝̰͓͔̝͊͌͐̑̎̏̇̚͜-̵̡̡̯͔̬͎̼͔̹̥̭̪̦̟͇̬̐͆̾̔͊̈́̔̐̈ ̸̛̗͖̥̟̟̲̲̻̼̉̆͗̀̂̐͗͊̍̆́̕͘̕͜͝͝n̴̨̡̪͚͇̩̓̿̒͗̍͂̃͝ơ̵̡̡̙̺͖͍̭̬͚̫͎̬̥̈́͐̈͆̆̾͛̕̕ ̶̦̭͉̠̻̩́̃̇͑̽͋̉͌̈͑̒̾͌̿̌̚͠͝ͅy̶̛͕̭̬̟͐͋̄͒͆̿̿̉̓̔̂̆̄̚͘͠ö̶͎̮̤́͊̍̎̎̚͝ų̶̡̯̼͙̬̩͚̜̱̥̜̪̼͎͙͋̈́́͆̂̔͆̈́̀̊̉̃ͅ ̸̨̧̥̪͖̘͍̥̣̦̔̔ͅṇ̷͛̃̅̀̈́͊͌e̷̳͗̄̈́̇v̸͚̲̻͉͍̗͖͎͌͒̇̏̍̐̇̓̈́̚͜͝ę̴̫̩̜̥̼̖̪͕̹͍̜̏̇́̋́̾̌́͛̈̅̎͘̚̕r̵̫̪̦͓͚͚̗͑͐̀͂̌̋͜͝-̸̬̲̖̝͖̀̂ ̵̡̣̬̼͍̰̟̰̟̩̲̻̞̥͙̲̟̭̍̿͐̐̀̔͑͂͜Ṭ̸̫̊͐͆̀͑͛̈͛̏̒h̵̨̢͚͚̅́̄̋̈͛́̀̍̏̕͘̚͠ͅȇ̶̛̙̺̭̜̥̓̈́̊͋́̂̚̚-̷̢̦͔̺͕̯̩̗̹̝͔͇̳͂́̋̌͐̓́̄́͋͊̊̐̈́̇̔̾͠͝ ̵̡̲͍̖̅̉͘W̶̡̲̼̜̖̯͙̽̂͂͒̄h̶̝̘̯̭̗͔̒̾͋́̔̋̓̑́̇̇͒̚͝͝͝a̸̛͔͚̺̼͕͊̓̀̏͗̀̈̏̌̓̀̀̈́͘̚͝ẗ̵̥̤͙̰̠͕̘̻́͛̆̌́̈́?̴͍̹̖͈͓̗̠̣̹̮͓̱̲̟̰̝͎́̃͛̽̋̑̈́̊̂̾̽͐́͑́̕͝͠

*He words came as unfinished thoughts failing to articulate anything. The confusion didn't leave as you explain the rest*

W̵̥̩̥̞͕͗̒̾͌̓́̑̿̌̏̒̾͆̒̎͘̚ḥ̸̡̛̥̮̼̺̫̞͍̣͖̹̳̻͒͆̀͘a̸̡̖̘͖̺͎̣͚͇̜̟̪͒͂͂̉ṫ̶̢̼̥̪͚͉̤̫̖͎̗̲͇͉̺̻̾̇̉̈̿̒͂̐̾͂͒-̴́̀́̽̌̇̈́̍̚̚̕͜ ̵̨͈̮̟̪̟̞̣͎͖̮̺̞̩̫͙͋̑͛̔͆̏͆̐̐͋͛̕͝͝ͅw̵̢̨̛͍̘̲̺̲̪̥̰͎͎̖͛̎̐̿̉͒̍͋͂͛̈̿͋͆̀͘̕͜͠ͅḫ̸͇̰̖̭̲̗̝̺͍̳̝̤͖͌̊́̏̉̒̏͒̇͋̇̈́̚ẩ̶̢̨̢͖̪̝̦͈̫̙̈̐͜ṫ̴̡̨̧̫̳̪̣͎̙̼̜̜͔̮̝̑͆͜ͅ ̸̤͓̦͕̪̼̮̙̱͕̭̖̘̮̭͌̾̌̆͋̎̎̍̄͘͜͝ͅà̷̡̡̛̝͖̫̺̪̠͓̲͂̒̂̔̄͘͘͜͝r̸̄̍̏̽͐̈͐͝͠e̴̡̬̳̮͙̭̭̺̳̜̭͉̝̬̻̝̪̙͕̅͐͒͗̊̓̑̃̄̇̂̒͆̑͘ ̷͇̩̙̊̾̅́̀̈́̽̍͘y̸̬͎̘̮͕̤͙̺̫̌̊o̶̹͍̖̲̱͇̺͙̦̣̱̰͙̾̈́͛͆͑̈́͑͘͜ṷ̴̢̡̩̗̖̻̰̬͙̃̋̾͂̓́̐͊̆͠ ̸̡̺͍͈̣̠̳̠̬͔̘̜̬̻̻̠̪̩̓̀̀̄̓̌̚͝o̶̧̠͊̀́̈́̀͐̕͝n̵͐̒͗̒͋͆͋̕͘͜ ̸̛̯̗͈̖̖̣͚̺̠̭̓͐̂̔͛̏͒͋͑͑̒̃̕̚͝͠͝ͅa̵̛͔̠̰̖̒͐͒̿̀͋̂̏b̵̧̨̛͈̻͙̙̖͕̝͎̭̫͔̦͉̺̩̎́̇̏̽͊̀͛͠ơ̶̢̛̬͉̬̰͔̹̏̇̅̾̊̑̓̓̾͐͒͆̚͠͠͝ű̴̢̜͖̯̬̯̖̮̿̃̅t̴̩̰͙͠!-̸̶̧̜̰͓̮̮̪̟͙̜͔͛͋̽̓̔͆̊͐͐̏̀̈͋T̴̛̟̲̙̳̥̈́̂̿̆̀̔̌͂͌͌̉̕h̶̞̥̺͎̳̽͘ą̴̨̛̫̲͈͙͖̥͖͎̬͗͒̔̀̐͛̀̀̈́͆̑̍͋̏̓̒̋t̶̢̢̡̛͖̥̦̙̣̣͖̙̠͖͖̞̝̦̬̓́̏͆̔̅̋̉̍̓͊̕͜ ̵̨̗̠̠̖̫͉͔̌͊̓̒̉̑̀͑̑͐̽̆͘͜͝͝ḑ̸͖̫̭͓̬̜͈̼̗̹̟̇̉̈́̂́̓͋̀̉̏̒͛̽͌́̕̚͝ỏ̸̙͈̻̺̯͓͈̻̖͐̾͗̇͜͝͝e̵̝̠̓̀̄̇̒͂̂͗ͅṡ̵͎̫̐̆͗͊̀n̴̡̛̳̫̬̺͙̝̣͚̹̬̣̫̂͐͌͂́͌̀͝'̴̡̧̹̮̠͕̜͚̹̠͓̐ͅẗ̶̢̛̛̻͙͍̱̩̣͓̣̼̤̫̄͛̈́̈́̓̈́̓͗́͆͗̕̚ ̸̨̰͆̐̄̉̑̔̏̏̄̀͆̄͐͌̍ḿ̴͇̞̜̻̦̹͒̂͌͘ą̵̟͍̣̣̻̜̙̱̞̣͎̇̈́̎͌̆͐̋̒̈̄̾͘̚͜k̷̹͕͙͍͕̫̂̄̈̿͠ë̵̢̠͙̦̱̤̱̲͉͍ ̸̪̠͕͙͔̳̥̠͎̰̺̥̭̗̹́̓͛͐̌̇͊͘ŝ̷̢̧̨̨͖͉̖̯͉̣̱̤̭͉̹̮̱̄̈͛̓̕͜ͅę̵̟̲̬̓̔ń̸̡͔̟͍̫̱̥͉̭͇̳͐̓̀́́̑͌͐̔̇̕͘ş̵͍̭͙̰͇̈̔̔͐͌̌̆̎͆͘͜ē̸̱̞͖̮͉̺͔̠͉̗̿̃̈̃̇͗̉́̇̋͘̚͠ -̸̧̆̆

̵̼̞͉̺̿L̷̛͙̳̬͖̳̰̘̍̊͋́͛̓͐̽͗͒͂͒͋̒̚̕e̵̡̗̪̗̫͚̬̟̪̘̪͈̊̈́̃ę̷̧͈̞͎̤̩̟̭̺̫̖̦̞͈̗͚̖̏͘!̸̮̅́̅͑͆̓̄̓̅̈̂͌͐͋̑̚ ̷̨̖̺̗̼͔͚̝͙̫̳͉͕͈͕̥̬̂̂̀̀̀̌͊̎̿̑́̒̆̑́͝

*He suddenly called reaching out to him but just as quickly as he tried to get up he stumbled back grabbing his head leaning against the wall again*

w̸̡͚̱̬̮̦̪̟̼͆̈́̈́̍̅̏̇̑̿́̐́̆̈́͜ȩ̵̗̥͕̥̩̲̩͚̤͌͋̈́̓̑̅̏͑̓͝ ̵͔̒̎ p̶̹͍̜̞̫̬̻͎͒͆̂́͗̅̊̈́͂͌̋̿͗̇͌̍̋̚̕͜l̴̨̧͖͎̭͚̼͇̆̾̇̇̊̌̏͘̕ȃ̸̡̛̳̰̻̮̲̙̙̫̹̠̩̻͎͚͓̽̅̀͒̚̕ͅy̷͓̤̮̰͕̞̠͔̤̹̓͌̿̉̉̇̇͜ ̴̢̛̲͎͉̹̞̼̳̜͌͐̈́̉̍̈͂̓̓͘͜͝͠m̷̘͖͇̰̗͉̦͗͌̀̂͐̈́͋͌̚͜ͅ-̵̡̛̥̯͔̮̫̹̞̬̳̞̜̺͔͚͇̏̐̈̒̎̿ͅ ̸̱̈͂͆̂͒̏ͅm̶̨͍̯͇̖̄́͌̏̔̑̔̀̓̐͋͂͘y̴̧̭̙̮̳͔̬̳̭̜̭͎̪̖͈̹̣̰͗̅̎͋̍̆̀̔̈͂̒̊͐̀̈́̎͘͘ ̴̢̧͉̣͕̺͎͈͖̦̩͉̘̒̽͂͑̈́̈͑̎̒̇̃̈́͐͐̈́̚͘g̸̛͎̓̽̇͝a̷̢͉̪̙͈̬̣͈̦͓̍̔̌̓́̽̕͜m̵̫͉͍̿̇̌͐̈̍̀̅̕͝e̸̡̨̡̛̻̣̲͔̗̙̠͓̞͖̭̥͚̟̠͌́͑͐̈́̃͐̚͜ş̸̛͙̗͓͈̙̱̬̗̞̼̩͂̐̀̑̆͋̂̌͋̍̀̄̽̓͂͒ ̸̡̬͓̩̦̙́̆̈͛̋́̿͌̏͑̋ḅ̷̧̢͔̭̲̥͍̟͔͇͖̗͊͌̌̍̓͜͜͝ͅe̵̢̼̬͓̠̜̯̱̠̣̯͉͚͋̀͊̀͜ͅf̶̛͕̞̱̈́͛ͅǫ̸̹͇̠̙̺̝̼͋̽̐̀̃̈́̆͂̃̋̏̇ͅŕ̴̫̳̲̐e ̵̢̦̰̯͑́̓̽͆͌͂̀̅̃͆̏̋̔̂̅̽͘ ̷̡̢͍̳̮͇͇̩̹̩̩̖̫͙̱̜̄̔͌̽̽̓̇̓̉̉̊͌̏̕͜͜͝ͅr̴̨͙̹̦͙̝̻͇͇̣͇̹͑̊̅͊̎̽̓̃̓̉͛̄i̶̧̝̲̪̺̫͕͖͍͖̩̺̔̈ͅg̵͔͙̮̽̽͌̓̓͋̑̉̌̒̓͊̚͠h̵̖̠̥͚̘̹͉̞̼́̑͜t̷͕́̈͌́̀̋ͅ!?̵͎̖̾͊̈́͂̏̑̈́͛̋̒̎̌̋͑͛̓̑̅̕ ̶̬̗̋̾̒̑̆̓̿͐̍͂̂̇̌́́Ś̵̕̚â̴͈̝̤̩̭̫̞̺͉̻͙̱͍͖̖̹̆̄̂̊̆̎̕ͅn̸̹͇̩̽͛̿̽͗ḑ̵̯̯͈͙̬̜̮͔͙͈̩̞̺̉͌̀͌̓̃̊̃́͑̋̈͑̌̿͜͝y̵̛͙̹͗̓͗͊͝ ̸̨̞͇͚͎͚̥̞̮̺̹̥͇̫̇͆̈̈́͆̋͌̿́̀̐͘̚͜͜͠L̶̪̳͈̯͙͖̬̯̠̺͎͍̟̃̎̇͑̉̃̇̓̅̈́͌̌̕͜a̵̛͎̠͛̏̌̏̈́͑̔̕̚n̴̡̩̺̯͔̘͈͍͇͍͙͕͙͌̊̓̂̏̑͂̐͌̋͗̕d̶̨̧̡̢̜̱̱̪̮̄̾̎̋̅̄͘͜͜͝,̵̢̝̠̖̜̩̞̬̩̦͈̱̖̬̤͎̑̿͋͛͒̈́̑̀̄͊͘͘͜͝͝ ̸̧̛͎̤̻̱̬̮̔C̷̡̢̢̨̣̲̘̜̮͇̼͈͍͎͕̞̭̈́̽ͅͅh̵̗̥͕̹̠͙̳̩͓̲͇̩̲͈̉̀̈́̏̿͊̈̿̂é̶̛̪͖̬̖͓̥̙̻̦͚̖̔̍͌̑̀͋͂͆͋̊̎̒̈́̚͠s̸̘̻̞̲͚͍̖̗̤̥̗̜͈͉̭̲̓̾͗̽̔́̽̊̄̚͜ŝ̸͙̹̼͕̤̫̫̟̈͋̌͆͋̀̕͝͝͝,̵͎̟̞̬̃̿͐͑̌̔̈́̒͆̓̇͂́̽͜͝ ̴̢̧̠͓̰̘̖̺̻̤̠̲̼͇̗̈̀̑̕͝͠ͅC̴͋̓͗̒͂̋̐͗̽̇͛͆̓̂̇͜ṟ̶̼̜̹̉͗̉̚e̸̢̢̫̼̫͖͎̲͍̭̞̳̳͎̫͈̽͗̈́̅͐͒̏̉͒a̴͉̩̤͆͒̓̾͋͂̑͊͛̏̆͘̚͝m̸̧̡̧̥̻̬̲̼̖̲̖̪̼̭̺̾͆͂̇͌͆͝͝ͅ ̷̧̜̥͉̭͍͎͚͎̭̞̽̎̆̐̀̅͛̈C̸͔̩̦̺͖͂̊͗̓a̴̪̘̹̺͈̠̭͎̣̣͉̣̤̪̼̳̘͒̿̈͜p̴̛̛̳͎͇͔̫̞̺̫̽́̅̊̀͊͘̕͝ỉ̴̦̮͍̅̀ͅţ̴̢̧̢̡͍͎̘͎̹̻̱̣̯͖͉̓̔͌͜ã̷̛̱̘͖̿̂͐̑̌̋̔̈́͗̇̾͝͝l̷̡̨̠̖͉̹̺͈̲̮̰̋̊̿̒͗̄̈́̾̈́͐̚i̶̢̪̹̭̺̜̱̬͚̅̇̿̾͋̆̃̍̍̅ś̶͖͇͚̮̭̖̝̰̙͙̟̙̘̓̓͜t̶̙̰̘̫͇́̔̾́̂͐̀̇̽̋͐͠!̴̨͙̪̺̙͙̰̬̯̥̜̺̲͙͙̥͉̓̈́͆̂́̈́͆̐̀̑͜͜ ̶̡̖̯̳̳̘͉̗̺̼̗̖̈́͑͠Ä̵́̎̉ḻ̶̦̪͙̹̟̝̀́̓̒̓̈̌̌̄̆̔̓̓̅ļ̶̡̗̦̥̤͔̻̲̝̣͍̗̞͖̳̆̎͐̉̒̌̿̅̎͛̇̌̂̋́̈́͘̚͝ͅ ̸̠̖̊͋͐̿́̄̈͌̑̀̾́̓̓̆̑̆̉͘ỏ̵̧̢̟͓̯̞̦̟̤̰̞͊͛̀̑̀͜f̵̡̤͙͙́̏͑̈̀ ̷̬̗̮̮͕̫̪̲̯̲̭͈͚̰͕͑̀͐͗̋̈̓̀͜ͅį̵̢̛̤̥̣͎̯̑̅́̾̓͌̍̏̀͋ṯ̶͉̺̝͓͓̥̣͍̰̣͍̮͍̣̲́̓͛͊̍!̵̺̿͆̇̐̿̑͊͘̚̚ Ỹ̴̞̮͎̓̀̔ö̵̟̜̫͔͔͎́͛̑͋̇u̷̳̲͙̦̹͓̹̽̌̀̌͘ ̸̝̝̯̱̫̮̪͙̑͂̍͒̎̕͝͠c̶͍̲̑́̀͝a̵͈͉̟̗̐̔̍̕͜ṅ̸̛̥̓̂̚ ̴̭̭̝̜̭̘̺͂͒͊͌̕c̶̠̖̟̫̎́̔̓͑͛̾̀ö̶͍̙͉͇͎͚͔́͆̒̂n̵̺͎͉̭̑̑̕͜f̸̛̯̙̻̱̯̐̔͋͂̾́͋į̴̩̟͉͙̻͗̈́ŗ̶͇͓̈́͂͑͘m̴͈̰͍̤̓͜͝ ̶̨̹͋͒͘h̵̛̰̘͖̻̹̬́̏͌̊̂̅̊o̸̱̘̝͊̾̄͋̆̌̽w̵̪̙̰̰͆ ̴̗̽͜c̴̞͇͕̻̿̂̇r̵̢͈̭̥̥͚͋͛͋̐̒̐á̶́̀̎̄z̸y̷̔͆̒̾̓ ̴̡̎̉̃̑͘h̵̛̟̯̩̺̹̙́̿̔ȩ̶̨̥̬͔͈̥̀̀͛̓͘͝ ̴̟̬̑͌̀s̴͍͒͌où̵͓̱̳̤͕̻̒̽̃n̵͉̬̒ds̷̹̪̮̱̣͕͐̄͜͝

( @showstopper-homeowner)

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Chess is real. Sandyland and Cream Capitalist... aren't.

Lee rubs the back of his neck, wincing as he rubs against a small circle scar on his neck.

But... That's neither here or now. I... I'm trying to, undo this. I'm no coder, but surely I can fix this... I have to. I hate seeing you guys like this.

[glitch-parker]

B̴̹̩̣̪̏̌̾͐̈͘̕̕͘-̶̛̭̲̦̦̿̏̀͋͐͆͘͠͝͠ ̸͙̼̦̗͋́̌̐͂͌̾b̸̥̲͕́͐̍̓̚͜u̶͇͔̭̣̖̿̈́̿̾̐͗̂̽̓͜t̷̙̾̍̓̈́̐̾̊͋̂͝͠ ̵̛̦̤͕̜͇̩͖̀̋̇̓͒̾͋ͅͅẃ̵̫͚̱̘̊ę̶̛͊̓̏̿̈́͂́ ̶̥͖͈̰̩̟́̀̎̓́̑͆̌͆̑͝p̵̖̩̻̤͇͎̪̗̀͑́̉͂̂́̕͝͝ĺ̴̨̧̳͉͔͇̞̖̘̥͛͋̈́͑̈́̔̚͜͠å̴̛̤̗̲̼̺͒́͆̽y̸̨͉̥͎͉̙̩͎̗̒̏̍̚̚̕͜ͅ ̸̧̘̠̫͇͐i̷̡͙͈͚͒̐͌̇̆̎̀ţ̸̢̧̪̥̰̦̱͕͉̟̟͐́̃̊͑̇͑͆͝͝͠ ̷̲͇͊̈̍̾͘t̶̢̩̼́̏̽͆̋̄́̑͘o̶̙͖͂̃ͅǧ̵̯͎̪̬̘̣̲̮͈͗̄̍͝ḛ̵̡̡̦͕̟͚͈̹̙̐̐̀̓̈́́͌̑t̴̛͙͙̫̙̀͛̀̏͂̒͊̚͝͠h̶̉͆er̸̳͖̩̠͔̆͒̽̄͂̈́͛͂͝!̸̨̨̀ ̶̪͉͉̬̤͕̘͛T̶̠̳̜̰͚̆͗̍̉͆͜h̵͎̏̐̓̅ǎ̶̛̞t̴͗̔̋̔̂̆̈́̆͝-̷̎͋̎ ̷̬̄̈́̈͂̅̆̿̚t̵̨̧̤̪͙͈̺̹̘̱͉̟̀̆͑̈́̓̅͊̾̚̕ḥ̷̝́̋̀̒̅̈́̕͜ͅa̷̰̻̩̗̹̹͉̥̝̟̋̐̔̌̌̀̈́͛̊͊͋͜͜t̴̯̱̾̑̾ ̵̨̖͇̥͇̖͕͓̫̗̝͓́́́͊͛̎̈́̔̿͘͝ḧ̵̢̧͖̻̲̘̥́̋͑̀̆̑̽̍͛̀͠ö̴̘̱́̿́̀̌̒̎͊̀͗̚ͅw̸͖̑̈́͐͜ ̸̨̨̞̗͙̀̔̉̀̈́w̵̢̜̬̦̄́͘͜e̵̘̣͕̟̙̩̤̅͜͝'̵̧̖̟̹̲̔͝v̶̩͍̈́́̄̐̌͘ę̸͇̲͓̝͍̬͍̠͗͆̏̉̈́̓͝ͅ ̸̨͍̜̮͖̝͔͈̪̘̰̖̇͊͌̒̇͂̃̅ḅ̵̈̒̔̀̅̋͗e̴̩͚̲̩̻̻̒̉̀͛͛̆̕͜͜c̸̛̼͈̖̱̞̗̱̻͐̽̋̑́͂̈́̏̓̐͝o̶̡̧̟̝̲̫̮̤̜̟͍̽̈́͗́̏͆̑͛̑ͅm̵̻̞̉͋͂͊́͒͌̚͝ė̴̦͍͕̳͎͔̩͑́͘̕͝͝ ̶̡̛̬͈̱͉̤͔̣̋͒̽̆͂̀͝b̷̩̭̺͖͆̽̈́ę̷̨͓̲̳̳͚̞̣̟͎͂̿̽̾̆̊̀̚͜s̵̨͂ţ̷̻̄̄́͗̄̿͛̆͐e̴̛̙̬̓̎͗͆̽̒ͅs̶ f̴̧̛̳͇̟͔̼͎̩̬̜̹̀̓͜ö̴̘̱́̿́̀̌̒̎͊̀͗̚ͅ ̴̧̞͉̦̘͚̦̹̠͊͆̾f̴̧̛̳͇̟͔̼͎̩̬̜̹̀̓͜r̸̨̛̖̪̳̪̠̱͖̘̬͊̿̄̅̀̐͑̒̿͘͜ͅi̶̦̗̣̘͙̅̌́̒̿ê̸͉̞̱̬̫̟̺̩͜͝ň̷d̵̰͉̩͐̉̃̏̒́̋̆̓̐̀s̸̰͌̑̄̾̈́̏̈̈͑̀̔͠!

̵̨͍̹̳̹͉͋͆̒́̍ͅW̷̧̠̜̱̲̣̘̼̣͊̕e̴͎͕͕͓̘̰̰̎́̓̒͒ͅ ̵̼̻̫̘̐̓͑͋͜ͅp̵̨̨͕͎̫͈̠̞͕̬̱̄̑ͅl̵̒̎́͒͊a̸̪̱͗̈́̍̓̑̌̉̄̑͑͘͝y ̴͖̟͚͉̩̰͓̮̀̈̉͜ẗ̴͙̘̻̝͕̹͓̞͇́͛̄͠͝ĥ̵̞͔̘̫̻̥̻̎͒͒̆̌̚o̶͖͎̙̺̲̺̻̠͈̝̰̔̀́̇̒̽̓̎̀͋̅s̶͍̣̐̈̃ę̶̜̹̣̫̭̜̬͓̿̄̇͘͠ ̵͚̀̒̉̑͑̚ͅt̵̡̨̞̒̇͂h̶͚͙̎͆̕̚͜r̸͇̖̜͈̚ee̵̛̺̘͉̳̣͖͕̮̥͌̂̋ ̶̞͇͆̋̚͝ͅg̶̨͍̘̫̩̝͉͔̥͚͍̿͆͛̎͂͐̕͝ą̵̤͙̪̪͎̼̟̮̼̮̓͊̋̓̔̈́͗̓̉̐̕͝m̷̼̻̥̮̬̦̾̔̃̅̓̃̄̿͊͋̓͌e̸̼͕͌̿̎̋̈s̵̛̖̻̀̌̂͜ ̵̦̤͎͇̳͚̙͚̠̹̻̈́̏͂ą̸͉̻͖̞̿ņ̴͉̰͛͑͂̉́͌̕̕ḋ̶̼̤̽̍̓̂̓̅̓ ̵̨̉͛͒̏̾̓́ŗ̸̜͔̗̩̈́̌̃̽̌̎̄̈́̑̈́͠͝ͅờ̴̬͎̤͖͔̝̼͉̃̍̈́̂͆̀͒̇̚͜ͅll̵̨̡͔̹̲̳͙̣̳̬̠̣̀̆̈̚ ̸̹̱̜̯̪̀͂̒́̀́̀ ṫ̶̟̼̬̬̜͉̯̀̎̆͊̍͝͝h̷̟̗̣͇̲̭̰̏ě̴̡̩̮͙̲̏̅͋̎̍̀́̇ ̴̛͔̯͕͙̹͗̅͊̈́̔͆͌̑͝ḏ̸̢̛̭͕̱̺̬͍͚̔ͅi̷̤̟̩̫̰̗̩̜͗̀̅̇͗͊ͅc̸̡͖̮̦̼̲̠̔̎̌ë̵̜͚͎̈!̸̤͓̝͖͈͚̭͔̀̎͛͛̄͋̾͘͠͠ ̴͔̠̥̘̼̘̈́͑̇̾̍̂̀́͝͠Ţ̴̝͖̼̼̂ͅh̶͉̬̓̉̊̈̈́̀͂̂̒̚ä̸̖͖̣́̔̌͝ţ̶͓̝̱̠̱̉͒̑ş̶̢̛̰̗̻̪̻̭͈̼̮̞̇̅̊̒͒̉́̆̉̇̑ ̶̧̡̰͕͍͈̰͑t̵͓̾̈́͆͊̂͋̐͐̚͝h̸̺̆̿̐͆̓̉͂͑͘e̷͍͂̃́̀̈́̂͌̾̚ ̴̩̦̰̘̥̲̙̺͓͓̄̔̃̎̎Ȓ̷̨̟̟̙̟̗̖͕̀̇̕͜Ứ̷̛̫͉̜͖̱͙͆̈̄̃̎̀͝͠͝L̴̼̘̞̞̬̯̠̦͎͇̙͙̒̓̑͐̏Ẹ̷̤͕̭͔̪͋̉͌͑͝S̷̢̠͓̱̊̔͂͗̉̀̓ͅ!̶̼̘̺̼̼͕̟̑̂̿̒͐̑͒͝ͅ ̴̣̮̹̽̇̇͆Ỉ̷̡̛͖̰͓̰͖̲̦͛̕f̵̞̙̳̬̟̟̩͍̼̙̱͈́̾̏̄̓̕̕ ̶̧̡̛͖̻̙̗̙̠̠̰̹͇̔̽̌͑̔̌́͘t̷̮̮͙̘̙̘̼̝̫̩̩̠̋̊̑͑͒h̴̤͍̥͔̹̭̼̥́͜ḛ̸̞͚͙̮̗̬͈̫̗̮̈́̄̔̒̓͆̈́̐͒͑̕͝ý̸̜͖͍̹͔̞̺̜̦̬̓̀̃͜ ̷͍͍͉̈́̋̆͐́̕͝d̷̢̢̛̟̝͈͔͚͙̾̇̄̿͆̔̍̊͆͒͜i̸̦͗͛͊̈́̀̒͠ḑ̸̛̤̣̣̮̍́̚n̶͎̠̼̉͒̓̕'̶̧̧̗̌̎̀̓̇́̆͝t̷̛̫̭͂͛̓͆ ̵̲̓͜͝ę̸̧̖̠͕͇́̆̐̓͐͑̈́̈́͜x̸̩̭̳̪̱̖͓͎̠̲̫͐̌̅͂̃̔̐̚͘͝͠ī̶͚̝͍̖͕̤͕̳̯̦̙̥s̴͔̘̝̱͍̑̿̈́̔̎̓̓̃̀́͘͝t̸̯͙̫͎͈͕̯͉͙̗͙͂̀̆͝ ̷̡̈̐̉t̸͕̳͎̩̟͙̱̜̼̠̒̈̓̿̒̔̓̈́͐̕h̷͕̰̪͖͉̩̻̭͛̋͊͒̏̐̋̔͌̈́̕͠ȅ̷̟͋͆̉̈́̍ỳ̵̱̟͓́́́͛́̽́̕͝͝ ̴̡̙̰̤̖̥̼̝͙̒̆̃͌̄͛̈́͛̑̆̾͜͝ẅ̵̨͖̘́͠ȏ̸͓͉̱͓͍̟͆̎̀u̴̘͎͚̻͑̀̾͂́͌͐͛̒l̶̛̩͍̗̖̬͈̥̗͔̻͔̹̿̀͑͛̅̽̂̊̅ḑ̵͚̪̲̄̒͋̀͂̏͊̓̀̉͜ ̶̭͉̖͚̆͛͂͌̐̃́͆͑͘̕͠b̷̼̼̤̫̤̄͗͒̍̑ę̶̻̲̭̰̗͍͍̱̻͖̹̾͆̓̇͝ ̵̦̗̞̀̿̿̈́̂͒̆̄̄̈͝n̵̛̦̬͓̙͚̲̟̣̟̞̣̉͆͋̇̃͘̚͝͝͝o̶̡̡̡̙̖̰̭̔͗-̷̧̯͇̩̹͍̱̜̜͐̅̒̏̆̿̋̆̍̑̕

̴̨̢̥̲͎̮̗͉͖̻̬͍͐̓̎̈́͊͒̆͒͌͋̈́N̶̘̳͖̮͛̆́̊̂̈̓͑͊o̵̧͖̪̪̍̄̂̄͆̈̈́͜͝ ̴̖̖͕͍͔̥̯̊͋́ͅŗ̷̖͓̙͇̠͍̓͆́̒̒͂̿́͒͘͝͠ủ̶̧̧͚̱̼͇̹͇̫̳͉l̷͍͑̋̀̔̽̓͠e̵̛̫̬̻̼̹̣͚͔̘̾̓͑̓́̈̆͋͋́s̷̢̧̯̜̺̼͊̏̋̽̀̐͜͝!̸̙͍̺̠̰̮̿̔͗̽͠͠͝͝..

[deactivated-blog]

I... Made choices. Pressed buttons.

// i pressed the buttons

Shut up.

// damn okay

[glitch-parker]

Ţ̴̳̩̫̝̝͕̒̀̐͆̎͌̆͂̒͝ḧ̶͖̔͋͛̋ę̵̪̲͎͚͙̜̼̩̦̊.̷̡̧̖̠̬̙͕̟̰̈̈́̆͒͊.̴̻͋́͛͒͆̎̓̃̚.̶̪̯̞͕͈̼͍͖̝̺͐͆gã̸̧̧̺̱m̶̢̩̘̤͙͙̮̹̾ͅe̷̥͇͒̽̈̽̈́̽̅̓͘s̴̢͓̥̥̼̼̿̄͒̈́ ̷̞͚̪̲̙̙͕̐̃̈́̋̀̚d̸̡̛̖̹̼̖͕̉̀̓̃̋̌͐͘̚į̶̣̙͎͙̻̇̅̅̎́̒̍͐d̴̥͊̀̀n̴͚̬͓͕̞̭̘̻̤̓̿̃̽̋̑̕'̷̗̫͙͛t̴̞̙͇͕̫̯̯́̈́̈͜ ̸̞̭͎͕̱̲̻͕̝̊͛͒̈́͛̍͘̕̕͠h̷̡͙̱͎͙́̆̋͝a̸̧͐̋̈́̈́̌͋́̚v̶͔̬͇͑̇͋̉͂ḛ̵̬͚̜͂́͒͛̆ͅ ̵̞̅̔̉̀͂̾b̴̗͛̍̈́ȕ̴͓͙̜͖̋̕ẗ̸̢̮͖̭̲̽͐͊͘ẗ̸̯́̀̔͆̒̑ó̴̡̖̬̠̝̲̝̘̓̆̕ň̷̡̜̼͔̯͔̻̈́̒s̶̱̣̘̑.̷̰̾̈́..̷̰̾̈́

[deactivated-blog]

Yeah, but the game I'm playing,

Lee gestures around the house.

Does have games.

[glitch-parker]

.̶̨̟͑̽̽͋͆̿͆ͅͅ.̵̇̌̈́́. ̶̫͉͓͎͍̳̰͔͛̂̈́͆̎̓͌̅̂͒̚W̵̢̧̼̰̫̜̟̘̟̭͖̝͕͍̫͌̓̒̉̍ḩ̸̛̳͚̳͙̥͔̫̳̈́̒̾́̌͗̽ą̵̻̲̺͈͍̗̥͉̮̹̓͒̏́ͅt̴̺͈̝̮͈͉̗̦͚̝̻͊̋͋̀͛̾̀̐̑̊?̴̛̦̦̝͇̩̯̣̞͇̑̎̚

*He quickly looks around*

[deactivated-blog]

// DAWG throw me we said games instead of buttons

Motherfu- Buttons. Sorry. Misspoke. But, uh... You can't see them from your end.

[glitch-parker]

...̵̜̩̇̌̈́́̌͊̿̇́̚͠͝

W̵̢̧̼̰̫̜̟̘̟̭͖̝͕͍̫͌̓̒̉̍ḩ̸̛̳͚̳͙̥͔̫̳̈́̒̾́̌͗̽ą̵̻̲̺͈͍̗̥͉̮̹̓͒̏́ͅt̴̺͈̝̮͈͉̗̦͚̝̻͊̋͋̀͛̾̀̐̑̊?̴̛̦̦̝͇̩̯̣̞͇̑̎̚

*It didn't help his confusion*

[glitch-parker]

(( @showstopper-homeowner hello?))

[deactivated-blog]

// ack! so sorry, we've been so busy >.<

...I, uhm. Don't know how else to describe it...

[glitch-parker]

*He's not satisfied with that answer. He tries to think of something to say, but he can't he curls back against the wall again holding his head. he was muttering something but the glitching made it too hard to tell*

[deactivated-blog]

Parker...?

Lee crouches down to Parker's level, concern all across his face.

I-I know it's a lot to process...

[glitch-parker]

*He seem to keep muttering until Lee said the last part where he stopped. He looked up feeling betrayed processing it was all true. All of it. His glitching got worse obscuring him completely. He presses himself closest to the wall he could his voice was loud, yelling, but impossible of what. Despite Lee only being at his level and not touching Lee's body started to glitch. It was mild not painful but not pleasant*

[deactivated-blog]

Lee pulls himself away from Parker, panic visible in his eyes.

Parker!

He searches around for his phone, trying to access the settings. If he could use that to bypass into the code, surely he can-

A glitch wracks up Lee's own arm as he tries to press the settings button on his phone.

Ow...

Lee shakes off the glitch, glaring at his phone. His computer might have better luck, then...

I-I'm gonna fix this, Parker. I'm going to take care of the glitches. I promise.

He dashes out of the attic and downstairs towards the attic. He has so much to fix and so little time to fix it. Lee doesn't know how much worse the glitching could get, but it could get real bad real quick.

[glitch-parker]

*the glitching on Lee's body stops when he gets away from Parker. Parker only hear the hurry steps leave the attic. His vision blurred from the glitching mess. Everything hurts that it started to numb. He quietly said something but not moving much.*

// Should... Should I do something?... Lee just bailed on us....

( @nat-20-on-perception yes we're back and still doing this)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance hums, responding to you.]

Lee isn’t bailing, they’re… trying to help. They have a method that… that me and Holly are against. Maybe… you can give Parker something to comfort him a bit? All of the mods seem to be able to do that, so… maybe you can try? I’ll do what I can too, since all of that glitching has to be painful…

[Chance looks at Parker, his voice soft as he reaches out, putting a hand where he could only assume was Parker’s shoulder.]

Parker? Can you hear me?

[glitch-parker]

*Parker heard everything. Even before Chance started to talk to him. He didn't want to question what or who he was talking to. Probably a voice, a voice that wants to comfort him at least perhaps if he wasn't feeling so bad he would be grateful. He doesn't do anything for a moment before looking up. It was impossible to tell from all the glitching which was spreading to chance a bit from being in proximity. The glitches just kind of move to giving the vague idea that he was looking at Chance along with some glitchy words as some sort of reply.*

//I don't exactly know what to do tho or how to comfort him. The most I know how to do is mess with his code I doubt pausing him for another month would help any))

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance just smiles. Even if he can’t hear Parker’s reply, it was a good sign that he was trying]

I need you to breathe, okay? Try to calm yourself, and… I’ll be right here with you. I’m sure Lee will come back up here eventually with something that can help in some way, even if it’s just temporary. Once you’re calm, you… can ask me any question you have. Even if I don’t have an answer, I’m sure those little voice friends of ours will have something they can tell me that will help me answer you.

[glitch-parker]

*He hugs his knees closer curly more into himself. He says something*

//sorry to disappoint but I'm not too sure what I can do... Cupid! It's been a while since you were in the conversation do you have ideas?))

(*She has absolutely no shame putting them on blast even almost seeming like they're expecting an answer return despite this being rude*)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance laughs a bit, before sitting closer to Parker.]

I’m right here, okay? Just breathe.

//Oh! What about uhhh-

[After a moment, there’s some flowers in the room, mostly near Parker.]

//Boom! A bunch of bright flowers to try and make him happy!

[Chances voice is a whisper as he looks over to where he can see the two eyes representing the mods.]

Will that even work-?

//Of course it will! And if I find he has a favorite, I’ll find a way to put more of those!

okay-

[Chance clears his throat, looking at Parker to see if it helped.]

[glitch-parker]

*Parker doesn't seem to notice the flower at all but the flower definitely reacts to Parker as the flower glitchs very heavily. Parker says something to Chance still unaware he's not being heard*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance sighs softly]

Parker, I… can’t hear you. That’s why I’m trying to help you calm down, so that I can hear what you’re telling me.

[Chance picks up one of the flowers instead, showing it to Parker.]

These are- these are from one of the voices, the one I call Cupid. Apparently the really like flowers-

[glitch-parker]

*The glitching on the flower now starting to spread to Chance even getting closer to Parker seems to make it worse for both of them as well but it doesn't seem to spread more than where it is. He seems to see the object but he didn't react. His blurry vision made it hard to see, and when he try to focus it hurt his head. He started to put his head back down. Parker tries to say something at a higher volume.*

//at least you tried. More than I can say I can do right now...)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance winces at the glitching, but he doesn’t let himself react too much. Instead, he reaches to try and hug Parker.]

It’ll be okay, okay? Try to breathe with me, I’m with you, I’ll help.”

//Yeahh- maybe it’ll help more once he’s less glitchy-

[glitch-parker]

*He shuts up when he feels the embrace. The glitching was all over Chance now almost as bad as Parker's but less obscuring yet he seems to cling to Chance. Hugging back tightly*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance winces again, but he doesn’t let go. Not when he can tell it’s helping. He doesn’t make an attempt to talk, knowing words couldn’t do much when you couldn’t understand the person you were helping. So he just holds onto Parker.]

[glitch-parker]

*After a moment he can hear his rugged glitching breathing. After a few deep breaths his glitching seems to lessen intern also doing the same for Chance still hurting but a little less now.*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance offers a little smile, talking quietly. His voice glitches a bit, but it’s understandable at least.]

S̴͉̀e̸̊ͅè̶̹?̵̟̇ ̴̢͝Y̶̩̆o̶̺̔ȗ̵͜’̵̧͒ṟ̵̊e̶̡̒ ̸̝͝o̷̳̿k̴͉͒ặ̴y̶̛̱.̴̼̽ ̵̩͒I̵̱͗’̸̼̇m̴̰̓ ̶̳͐h̵̠͗é̶͍r̵̢͂e̷͉̓ ̷̱͐w̶͖͝i̷̯̊t̴͉̑ẖ̶͝ ̸̻̇ỳ̴̘o̶͍̒u̴̝͆.̴̖̅

//This is actually pretty sweet.

[glitch-parker]

*He doesn't say anything back still hugging. Since he was more visible now Chance could see Parker look at him with glitchy eyes then going back to burying his head into his shoulder. After a sec Chance felt something else not the glitching, not his face, but something wet, tears. A lot of them. It almost seemed like he was crying before, but you couldn't tell because of the glitching*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance juries softly and holds Parker tighter, hugging him close and whispering quietly. His voice seemed to come out clearer when he spoke quieter.]

it’s okay, you can cry. I’m right here.

[glitch-parker]

*He sniffles a little but doesn't seem to cry more quickly wiping it on his shoulder before he giving a heavy sigh. Breathing deeply.*

Ṃ̸̢̢̻͙̗̠͚͒͛͂̐͑̏̒̋͆͐͊̃́͌́̿̋̋͑͝ẏ̵̢̛̪̰̭͍̜̪̙̞͙̱̓̐́͆̏̕͘͜ ̶̢̡̣̬̙̺̪͓̙̣̻͇̊͗͊̈́̾̄̒͐̕͜͠ͅh̵̨̧̛̦̲̲͍̜̺͙̝̱̫̬̺̐͗͒͑̓͗͒̾̈́̊̑͑̈́̚̚͝ͅe̶̻̙̩͈̺͊͗͂͗̅̌́̄ą̷̹̭̫͉̼̥̪͇͖͙͍̓̑̑̑͐̑̔̈́́̾̑̎̈́͝ͅḍ̵̛̛̛̖͙̺̙̟̜͕̝̻͍̹̪̻̈̆̐̋̇̆̄̀̃͝ ̵̢̝͎̰̙͎̩̱̙̫̝̫͇̪̣͎̲̻͔̦͕̒͋͗͒̇̈̆̅̃̋̅̂́̀̔̎͂̏̈́͌͘͜͠ḩ̶̡̢̛͖̰͎̜͈͎̦̣̦̰͍̘̦͉͉͔͇̬̿̽̌̀̂̐͑̄̈́́̔̑͑̓̉́͗̔̀̚͠ͅu̷̩̭̫͖̱͇̘̇̀̎͗̈̌͛r̵̢̡̠̲̦͙͕͍̬̩͚̍̾͗͆̅̊̎̽̄͆́͒̎̑͌̽̚͜͜t̶̘̖̥̙͚̺̮̞̯̼̮͖̫̤̜͒͂̒ş̴̛͉̤͚̬͈̦́̒̓̏͋̔̆̎̏͆͘̚͝͝.̴̩̮̓͛͋̍̇̅̊̐͊̀̊̈̽̎̚͝.̷̧̧̬̒̀̏̀̚.̸̧̖̜̥̗̝̖͔̳̫̝̂̾͆̅͑̔̑͂

*He lets out a groans*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance nods.]

I̵̖̕ṯ̸͊’̷̦̉s̴̤̑ ̸̪̑ḡ̸̮ó̴͍i̷̠̊ṅ̷̺g̷͙͠ ̸̛ͅt̸̨̂ó̸ͅ.̴͑ͅ ̵͚͘W̷͔͑ỉ̴̬t̷̳͛h̴̛̜ ̷̱͗w̴͙͌h̸̢͌a̷̻͛ṭ̶͗ ̷̪͋m̶̪͠ę̶̇ ̸̝̇a̵̦͝n̴̥̓ḋ̴̙ ̶͖̅L̷̮͝e̴̤̒e̷͎͑ ̸̨͋ẗ̷̜́o̵̞͂l̵̀͜d̴̪͊ ̵̬͌ẙ̶̜ó̵͜u̷̡͠,̴̟͋ ̷̙̔a̴̻͊n̵͖̊y̵̰̾ ̴͇́m̵͝ͅe̷̋͜n̸͎̄ṱ̶̊i̶̗͋ò̶͉n̴̲͛ ̴̨̆ȯ̴̲f̴̱́ ̸͇͋i̷͇͆ẗ̴̲́ ̴͎̾c̶̖̑à̸̹u̶͠ͅs̴͓̈́e̷̙͒s̴̺̑ ̴̠͝h̸͉̓e̵̢̋a̴̞͠d̴̗̍ä̶̝́c̸̢̄h̴̛̳ë̸͉́s̴̡̉.̷̠̀ ̶̤̇I̸͇͠…̴̩̃ ̶͙͝f̷͚̿ỏ̸̼ŕ̵͈g̸̦̾o̸̱͝t̶̜̓ ̸̛͕a̸̝̚b̶͍̎ȯ̴̢ṷ̷͊t̶̰͑ ̷̜̈t̷̨͐h̵̢̀ȁ̶͇t̷̙̓ ̴̧̔w̶̤̉h̷̖͗ë̸̡n̵̥̐ ̸̳́I̶̩͊ ̷̱̕w̵͇̒a̷͖̒ṣ̵̛ ̸̟̔t̶̙̐ě̴̱l̸̜̈ḷ̶̇i̶͓͌n̷͑͜g̴͕̑ ̷̏ͅy̵̝̒ó̷̝u̸͎͘.̴̲͐ ̴̤̒T̵̳̊h̵̲̓e̵͇̔y̶̖͂’̷̜̓l̴̪̉l̵̮̈ ̵̞̎g̶̦͒o̴̞͆ ̷͓́a̴̤͝w̸̩̌à̸̱y̸̘̔ ̸̝̓š̶ͅo̵̜̾ǒ̵̝ǹ̶͇,̸̠͗ ̵͖͐Í̸̠ ̴̗͆ṗ̷̜r̸̺͌o̶͈̚m̴̳͒i̶͈̕s̴̪̚ę̶̆.̶̬̈́ ̶̳͝T̸̢̃h̷͎̃e̴̛̜ỳ̷̳ ̸̪̌n̵͔̂e̶̼͊v̴̞͗ę̶̃r̴̩̐ ̶͖͠s̴̝͘t̶̼̿a̷͓̿y̴̜̅ ̸̜͠f̵̹̈́o̶̢̔r̶̹̽ ̴͈̌l̸̞̉ô̷̺ń̴̞ġ̸̳

[He offers a comforting, almost sheepish smile.]

[glitch-parker]

*He doesn't say anything for a moment*

Ỷ̴̡̢̙̬̲͇̯̝͍̹̞͎̜͕̤͉̗̈́́̎̽͜o̴̧̨̰̮͙̮̦͚̬͖̱͐͜ͅù̶͙̼̙̆̈́̄̅̅̉̂͋͐̈̈́̈́́̑̕͘͝ ̵̲̦̟͎͙̫͕̗̻̖̻͖̥̞̔̿͑̈́́̈́̈́̄͒͋̕̚̕̚͝͝ͅş̵̢̰̲͖̬̙̞̮̭̝̣̗͈͛o̷̡̧̭͉̠͍̳̮̦͉̞̞͖̻̘̣̙̖͌͋͂͗̔̌̓̓̏̋͛́́͛̏̐͘̚͠͝͠ū̴̡̞͙͙̗̬̐̆͊̽̀́͌̕̕̚n̵̨̨̡͈̟͈͖͈̥͖͙̮̱̗̞̙̭̞͑͛̊̈́̑̍͜ͅͅḑ̸̧͖͉̜̱̼̬̭̫̪̖̾̃̈́̍́̅̾̅̇̎̕͝͠ͅ ̶̘̫̻̣͇̈̽̓͊̈͘̚w̶̛͍͈̯͋̋̇̈́̆̏͛̕͘ē̴̫̱̥̯̫̮̩͖̻͔̥͈̞̓̆͂̐̑̋̉͂̐͋̈̄͂̚̚̚͠ͅi̸̲̪̯͎̭̣̬̲̦̫̼̎̉̏͐̈́̓͋̀̊̓͘͝͝͝͠r̶̖̻̥̀̄͌̾̃́̆̽͋͐͒̈́̈͛͜d̸̛̛̪͇̾͛͂̊̈́̔̈́͂̐̈̒̆̊͛̿.̸̢̛͎͙͎̭̘̙̟͖̘̐̈́̔̈́̓̀̽͂́͝

*The reply was so blunt it almost seemed comical*

//kill this man. I swear to god.))

(*the voice was quiet but not because they were whispering it sounded more like they were far away*)

*Another pause before he said something else*

.̴̧̨̧̯͎̟͙̣̜̰̳͔̲̞͍͇͍̺̎̈́̋.̵̧̛̫̘͇̱̠̦̼͕̩̯̘̺̥͍̘̳̝̳̞̟̳̝̮̾̃̂̏̐̒͂̔́̈́̅̿͠.̸͔͙̰̙͕͚̤̳̰͈̺͕̣̣̏͊͗̌͛̍́̇̑̌̔̃̍̓̀̈́̾̇̍͌̿̅͜͠ ̶̡̧̲̱͚̪͉̻͎͖͎̹̪̣͋͒̂́̏̈́͗̈͊̾̈́̎̇́̇͠ I̴̡̨̦̙̥͈̪̮͍͉͍͕̓̊̾̚s̴̢̡̡̡̼̳̘͍̥̰̮̞̝̙̞̯̦̮̬͓̀͑́̔̓̏̉͂̎͑̀́̊̿͝ͅ ̷̧̩͚̝̟̲̻̟̗̤̬̺͒̃͊͋́̎̐̈̽͝͝͠͝͝i̴̲̗̪̞̩͔̟̞̲̪͖̦̓́̀͆̇̑͌̈́̊͆̓̉̉͌͂͝͠͝͠ͅͅt̶̹̞̤̘̅͗̿ͅ ̷͚͔͉̞̦͚̘͇̙̺̳̻͂̈̕͜ͅä̴̧͕͔̩̰̱͎͍̭̝̦̗̞͕̰͔̰̘̰́̈́͐̑̈́̿́͑̂́̀̌̑̆͌̃͂̾̏̈̄͘̚͝l̸̨̼̘̯̟͖̙̮̠̪̙͈̥̓̎̎̀̔ l̵̪̬̻̰̯̗̻̳̜͓͕̤̰̰̭̐͋̈́̅̅̎͊͛̐ͅ ̶̗͓̪͔̣̞̙͙̄̑͛́̄̾͑̉̈́͝t̵̹̪͓̲̺̀̈́̒̿̾͆͒͊͌̾r̵̛̤̤̦̽̒́̅͑̈́͛̃́́͛̋́̃͒͘̚u̴͔̰̓̒̿̅̿̈̉̈́e̶̙̅̄̉̄?̵̙̘͉̼̜̓̀̃͑͑͑̄̈̾̏̒̋̓̈̒̑̔͠

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance nods.]

Ÿ̷̠́ȇ̸̡a̸̧̿h̵͓̚.̵̺̍ ̸̱̈́Ī̷̹…̸̞͗ ̷̭͆w̴̨̔a̴̬̕s̴̰̕ ̶͚͂r̵̼̓e̵͉̿l̴̏͜ų̵͑c̴̤̎t̸̞́a̶̪͌n̴̑ͅṭ̶͋ ̵̢̚t̴͓́ǒ̷ͅ ̵̎ͅt̴̥̎ė̶͈ḷ̷͛l̸͔͗ ̵̞͌y̵̬̿o̵͕͝ů̷̧,̶̺̎ ̶̖̈́b̴̧̽ẹ̷̓c̸̮͗a̶͛ͅu̷̻͒s̸̱̀ë̸͖́ ̷̛͈Ḯ̶̠ ̷̪͑w̴̺͛à̷̼ș̶̐ ̴̣̔w̸̛͕o̸̝͊r̵̤̽r̵̈́͜ǐ̶̻ȇ̵̘ḍ̸́ ̶̲͠ỹ̷͕o̵̢̐u̸̅͜’̷̲̅d̷̘́ ̶̛̝b̶͉̓ė̷͍ ̷͓͌á̴̧n̴̟͊ĝ̷ͅr̸̙̂y̷̦̍ ̴͔͆ỏ̸̜r̶͉̽ ̵̪͛s̸͎̊o̸͖͌m̴̪̈́e̴̦̓t̶̓ͅh̵͙̉į̵̐ń̸͕ǧ̶̤.̸̠̃ ̸͖̈́B̴̮͌ų̷̌ț̵̚ ̶̝̇y̷̼͊e̷̦̽á̸͓h̴̢̊,̴̣͂ ̸͇̈í̵ͅt̴͕̃’̶̝͆s̸̢̔…̶̺̓ ̵͓͌ȉ̷̱ţ̸̎’̶̭̇s̷̺̀ ̶̪͋t̵͖̀r̵͕̾u̷͙̅e̴̠͘.̵̯̓ ̵̹͋I̴̥̒-̸͍̇ ̸͇́Ȉ̶͎ ̴͋͜k̵̩̓n̷̦̋ȯ̸ͅẅ̸͕́ ̴̙̒ḭ̴͛t̶̤̑ ̵̳̔s̴̯̓ǒ̴̞u̶̺͑n̵̰͠d̴̡̒s̴̖͋ ̴̢͂č̷͙ŗ̴͂ā̶͎z̸͔̉ÿ̸͇́,̴̟̊ ̴͍̔i̵̮̾t̷̫̿’̵̧̓s̷̞̽ ̴̪͊g̵̨͆ō̵̢ḯ̵͈n̴͉̈g̷̪͂ ̸̠̈́t̴͔̂o̷̥̎ ̶̜͋s̵̘̀ȯ̴̥ǔ̸̩n̶͙̕d̵͓̋ ̷͓̒c̷͔̓r̴͔̄a̶̻͝z̷̟͗ŷ̶̢,̵͙͝ ̶̳̒b̵͌͜u̷̠̅t̴̗͝ ̸̮̆h̸̭̕ō̸̺w̷̜͠ ̷͈̂d̷̡̆o̶͓͑ ̵͚̒ÿ̶̱́o̴̦͝ű̷͈ ̴̝̏t̶̺̒h̶̝͐i̸̖͌n̵̖͂k̵̲̔ ̴̫̈́Ĩ̸͙’̴̬͑m̸̯̐ ̷͔̈ă̴̼b̷̠̾l̷̇͜e̶̩̍ ̷͎́t̵̩̉o̵̪͘ ̵̝͆d̸̝͝i̶̞̾r̷͇͆e̶̤͌c̷̘̈́ţ̷͠l̴̫̍y̵͉͛ ̵̝̇t̷͖̍ã̴̝l̶̯̿k̸̯̏ ̴̨̐t̷̢̅ô̸̢ ̷̦̿s̷̢͐o̶̩̐m̴̘̆e̴̺͝ ̴̦̎p̷̜̆e̶̮̒o̷͚͒p̷͈͋l̵̯͂e̵̝͆ ̶͉̀y̴̘̾ó̵̧û̵̟ ̸̙̽c̷̕ͅȃ̵̦n̴͕̊’̴̟͒t̵͉͐ ̴̢̒e̷̝͊v̶̬̿e̶͎͆n̸͚̄ ̶̬͗h̶̨͒e̷̢̎a̸̰͝r̴̳͛?̷̟̊

[He laughs softly, but it’s mostly to try and lighten the mood.]

[glitch-parker]

S̴̑̉̽̈̌͒͝ø

*His glitch spiked as he hesitated*

A̴̧̡̛̻̼̤̭̹͇̙͎̮͛̈̏̈͋̀̾͋͌͌̓̓̓̓̈́̆̾̑̐͌̿̆͘̚͠͝ͅͅl̵̰̦̯͙̬̰͊̔̂̄̿̈́̉̈́́͒͑̒̾͂̅̿̂͝͝l̷̢̢̧̛̰̠̦̺̯̫͔̯̪̳̫̱̣̺̜̯̈́̃̍̐͌̈́́́̌͌̾̑͝͝͝ ̵̝͕̂̿͌̈́̑͒̆̐͌́̾̓́̋̾̇͌̂̃̕ͅo̴̧̡̧͕̘̙̰̟̻̘̪̘̟̻͂̉̓̍͗͐̍̃͗̃̈́̑́͘̚ͅf̶̢̛̮̰͚͔̹̞̯̻̠͈̘͈̰͓͈̤̖̠̝̝͇̤̳̤̑̇̌̓̔́͛̒̏̃͋͌͆͛̾͂̓͊̕͝͝ͅ ̶̡̢̧̢͔̳̜̝͈̦̱̗̞̖̟̤̗̣͉̩̪̫̪͔͓͙͖̹̲̐̽̒̂̊̀͊̂͊̉̾͌́̽̊̌̊̍̑͑͒͌̆͋̏͛͜͜͝m̵̰̼̝̹͍͚̯̼̱̲̖͔̈́͗̐̏̌͛̈́̔̈́͋̀̐͘̚͝͝͠ý̴̡̡̧̱̹̣͍͉̟͎̣͚̬̦̩͈̠̹͉̱͈͈̱͓̼̦̪͒͛̌͊̅̅̓̍̐͆͑̐̈́̕͜͠͝ͅͅ ̷̹͇͔̗͕̫͓̪̼̉̏̅́͠b̶͚͕̻̮̥̞̪̯͚̘͈͚̼̺̰̪̹̩̳͍̍̓̐͑̽̅̍͊̅̄̇̒̈̓͆̿̓͜͝͝͝ǫ̷̛͆̾̑̊̊̉͛͐͛̔̇̔́̈̂͛̐̏̽͗̒̀̓̈́͂̏͘̕͝͝͝͝͝͠ą̶̢̡͕͖͙̱̖̖͗͆̓͠r̴̮̪̗̳̳̜̂̃̿̇͊͐͒̈́̃͂̾̌̽͗̂̆̓̍͑ḑ̴̨̢̛̛̺̳͔̮̗̹̝̥̲̝̺͕̮̦̜̟͔̳͎̻̀̇̒͂͒̅͒̋́̅̐͛̀͆́͋̃͑͆͌̄͑̉̏̉̀͒͑͂̈͌̈́͝ ̵̊͑̊̃̋͐̃̄͒̈́͂̆͑͗̒̿̋̔͒̔̇͐̀͒̅̈́͗͘͜͝͝͠͝ğ̷̫̥̪̙̞̰̭̦̲̜̙͇̎̽͗̀̉̐̎̓͆͗̋͆̈́̀̊͆̚͜͝a̸̢̛̠͉̱̬͍̟̻̞͉̺̣̠̯͈̲̰̤̱̝̦̤̠͉̜̟̯͙͕͗̈̈̈̃̀͆͂̅̀̈̂̈͐̍̌̋̇͋̃͘̚͝͠͠͝m̸̳͓̘͎̬̻̹̝̯͌͛͑͐̀̄̉́̓͆̈̓̇͒̊͌̃̃̃̓͋͊̒̔͋́͘͠ͅę̴͍̘̞̺̰̠̤̝̭̟̞̠̬̮͓͖̹̬̀̔̄͂̎͌͑͘͜͝͠s̷̨̗̼̭͙̜͔̱̮͍̅̌̀̈́̿̐̎͋̚̚̚͠ ̸̢̡̢̧̟̺͔̯̭̮̯̹̥͂̃͗̀͗͋̆̇͆̀̆̆̂͊̉̎̒͒̃̃̓̑̈̀̌̏̒͜͝͝͝͝a̵̢̧̛͙̖̩͓̦̼̬̭̰̱̪̩̥͍̜͙̹̲͚̠̝͎̬͐̃̎̊̆́͋̂́̏̈́̐̔̈́͜r̸̛͉̹̗̥̜̺͕̤̥̪͚͈̹̣̼͚̟̦̃͑̎͐̀́͐͒́̄̿̑̾̉̅͝e̴̡͓̬̩̦̮̲̣̣̪̻̩̞̬̝̯͓̳̰̰͓͓̯͓̲̍͋̇͛͑̀̈́͘.̵̨̡̧̧̢̢̧̠̬̰̰͕͚͇̲̫̻̥̩̻̭̘̞͈̲̫̳̪̜̽̔̎͗̀͌̎̾͋͒̌͌͐̀̿͗͌̎̒̊̈́͛̓͋̾̇̓͛̈́̇͘͝͝.̵̛̳͎̱͆͋̌̈̆̀̌͛̉͐͠.̸̪̯̭͋͊̀̾͝

*He didn't dare to finish that sentence*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance sighs.]

Y̵̝̓e̸͖̒á̸̙h̴̬̊…̸͙̔ ̵̗͑I̶̖͗’̶̰͝m̷̪̽ ̸͈͠s̵̱̒o̶̬̿r̴̥̊ȑ̴̭y̸̧͗.̵͜͠ ̵̣̾B̵̰̊ủ̵͓t̴̋͜,̴̛͕ ̸͈̔m̶̫͌y̷̧̔ ̴͎̇o̵̱̒f̴̥̓f̸͚͝é̴̩r̵̪͗ ̵̹̾s̸͎̎t̷͖̕i̷̳͗ľ̴̲l̷̩̀ ̵̼̋ṡ̵͜ṱ̸́ȁ̶͖n̸͚͝ď̴͖s̷͍̋,̵̘̉ ̷̧͗ẇ̸͍ḙ̸̓…̵̫̆ ̵̩̇w̵͉͝ḙ̸͝ ̵̡̈́ç̸̈ǎ̶̙n̵͇͛ ̵̪̊ẗ̵̟́ŕ̴̩ÿ̷̖́ ̶͉͘ṱ̶̅ǒ̸̩ ̷̫̈r̵̦̋ȇ̴͈c̴̩͐r̷̤͐e̷͇͝ḁ̵̃t̴͔̐ẻ̴̪ ̷̼͘t̷̗̋ḣ̵͈e̶͕̍m̸͉͠ ̵͎́o̵̞͝u̵͔͠t̸͎̕ ̶̼͝õ̶͇f̴̞̚ ̸̢̇c̵̦͌á̵͜r̴͙̆d̷̾͜b̷̥͝o̸͎͗ȧ̵͖ṙ̴̮d̷̪͝!̵̭͒

[He smiles nervously, hoping the offer could ease Parker a little.]

[glitch-parker]

D̸̨̢̧̡̡̺͚̲͔̹͉̭̼̼̼̺͈͖̬̙̼̗̩̈̃̾̊͂́̀̄̉̅͗͑́̃͂̇͐̀̍̇̀͜ͅó̵̧̫̟̤͚̰̘̲̪̘̭̩̎̃͛͒̽̀̂̊̿̑̉̽̓͂̊͊͂̏̈͊͘͝ͅş̴̨̢̣͕̝̞͈̬̭͛̈́ͅe̷̡̢̡̛͙͓̞̼̣̱̞̟̳̳̳͈̦̦̲͈̘̺̦̲̠̤̲̅̆̋̓̀̈́̋̂́̿̀̿͑̈́͗͂́͑̂̎͝͝ͅͅ ̴̘͍͍͖̞̬̗͚̠̭̳̤̟͉͉͖̝̅́̃̀̐̉͊̀̿͑̀͛̾́͑̎͆̈̓͗̕͘̕͘͜͝ͅt̸̢̡̢̬̠̟̙͈͎̦̝̩̮͔̝̤̤̖̼̜͍̜̼͔̻̩̰̠̩͇̝̗̟̾̐̍̈̉͐̄̓̎̇̈́͑̕͜͠͝͠͠h̶̛̛̼̪̝͑͛͑͐̌͗̈́̓͘a̶̧̡̢̛̦̜̳͎͓̗̱̯̲̗̯̬̘͈̖̟̝̘̓̂̏̃̈́̈́̾͋͂̏͊̅͒̉̑̚̕͜͝͝t̴̢̢̢̛̩̰͕̥̪͖̗̤̰̜͕͈̫̖̝̀̍̇̀̽̐̽̑͌̒͌͑̈́̇͆͌̅̓̄̋͘͘̚͘͜͝͝ͅ ̸̡̧̨̧̳̜̝̣̣͚͎͈͓̫̻̙̭̼͔̟͖̥͓͓̥͇̉̐̊̓̇̕ͅͅm̷̢͍͓̠̻̜͕̳̭͉̬͙̲̮͓̘̤̖͖̘̹͓͍͈̳̫͔̫͈͍̱͉̿̀̆̒̽̑̐̓̑͂̄̈́͂͑̆̋̾̓̃̈́̉̄̚̚̕̚̕͜͠͝ê̷̛̲̭̹̠̥̙̔͌̓̎̀̔͌̒̒͌̔̓̿̊̄̄̑̽̒͘̚̚͠͝͠ͅä̶̧̦̪̻͖̣̘̗̺̲̜̝͑̀̒́̊̃̄̐͂͒͊̋̚̚͠n̶̢̛̤͇͎͓̦̲̾̓̆̂́̀̃̔͑̎̍͐̉̃̑͊̄̉͘͘͝͝͝ ̸̦̠̠͎̰̙̤̼͇̣͓͇̳͚̯̥̋͒͒́̈́́̋̄̄͝m̷̛̛̜̫͈̭̬̗̙͖̩͈͓̈͂̎͒͂̊͌̇̅͒͛̆̊͂̈́͋̇̊̈́̔͌̂̔̉͊͒͛̑̚̕̚͘͠y̵̡̢͎̥̬͓͖̱̗̪̔̿͑͐̓̚ ̷̨̨̡̨͕͍̪͙̖̝̫̳̻͈͕̻̖̪̟̪͖̻̜̳̰͒̋̅̑̎̃̈̋̚͜͝͠ͅͅr̴̡̢͓͔̣̮͉͙̦̰̞̞͇͎͖̬̳̪͙̪̟͙͍͉̳͉̺̫̞̄͑͛͛͜͜͜͜͝u̸̧̨͕̪͖̞̻̺͉̬͍̻̻̫͓̯̭̜̝̰͇̝̹̣̱̲̮̜̣̮̐̔͛̓̇̓͊́͌̓̆̂̓͂̾̃̈͛̉͌͆̋̄̉̈̕̕̕͘͜l̸̨̡̹͇͇͈̭̻̝̝̗̲̘̠͉͋́ȩ̵̡̳̘͙͖̪͇͍̮͇͉̺̜͓̘̗̈́̀̅̎̽̐̊͝͠ͅs̶̡̨̨̛̟̺̼̦͈͇̟̥͈̲͎͙͔̭͍͖̰̥͖̦̣̮͉̯̬̈́̄̀̈́̏́̈́́̑͛̈́́̃̄̏̍̑͊͌̕͘͘͘͝ͅ ̵̩͉̩̦̺̜̘̺̰͕̼̩͍͙̼̖̟̖̙͓̜̫̃͌͊͒͌̿̽̌͝ͅḑ̷͙̩̠̜́̍͐̏̓̐̒̈̎̽̀̂̔̽̈͐̑̄͂͗̈́̊́̿̒͋̇̉̈́̕̚̚͘͝͠o̶̡̫̯̜̖̖̩̩̟̞͇̾̒̅̓̌́̏̔́̽̐̈͗̊̎́̉͆̈̈̑̊̿͛͘̚͝ͅņ̸̨̧̘̣̦̦̞̙͖͉͍̖̮͕̟͖̫̭̘̜̪͍̲̬̫̰̜͋͂̔́̂͂̄̃̅̂̌͌̀͒́̎́̔̀͑̈́̚͜͜͜͠ͅ'̸̨͓̩̖̹̰̠͖̬̒̊̅͒̒̄̀̄̔́̀̈́̎̅͂̄̓͛̚͝t̷͈͙̫͙͇̻̝̉̇̏́͐͂̉́̏̾̊̔̇̏̓͠͝ͅ

̷̔́̎̑̃̏̉*The corner of his eyes start watering*

̵̢̢̻̗̤̙̟͕̜͖̹̱̹͖̺͖̬͇̲̓̂̌́͋̊̈̏̈́͂̿͂̒̄͛͋̃͂̋̾͜͠ͅĘ̸̧̨̨͍̲̤̭͙̖̭͍͖͉͔̺̃̐̈́̏̆̒̇̃̚͠x̴̛͙̭̖̜̣̖͔̥̩̫͖͖͔̤̋̀̋̒͒̈́̿͂̂̈̈́̆́͗̄̐̇͊̋̃̀̚̕į̴̛̙̟͚̮̦̩̠͓̘͚̦̩͗̍̓̓̂̇̓́̎͌͊̀̍̿͂̐̊̃̄͒̓̾̓̕̕͠͝s̷̡̹͕̱̯͙̗̯͍̩̪̅̅͌̑͜͠͠ẗ̵̨̘̪̘̰͉̳̬̳̠̥̫́̈́̉́̾͗͐̐̍͋͛̆̈͐̄̈́̒̋͐͊̋̑͋̋̎̑͋͛͆̆͆̃̕͝͝͝ͅ

I̵̡̡̢̧̹̫̼̜̪̖̭̗̣̲͈̝̲̼̖̯͈̱̫̘͎̩̹͚̲̲̬̩̐͑̂̉͛̑͋͑͌̋͊̎̎̑́̆̆́͘͜͜͠-̷̧̢̧̡̧̡̢̧͈͕͙̭̗̠̦̣̮̹̮͙̘͕̩̘̯̓̾̍̌̏̌́̂̈́͒͂͋̊̂̆̂̎̌̽̈́̓͌̃̌̈́̏̀̿̄̅̉̅͘͜ ̴̧̧̨̨͚̭̗̝͎͎͔̖͈̻͎̻̜͕̦̫̺̩̙͎̼̪̣̈̈͑̍̎́́̃͂̀̕͝͠I̴̛͙̱̰̥͓̤̳̬̖̯̭̦̯̳͎̠̫͕̽͐̃̀̑͒͐͝ ̷̨̯̥̞̝̥̦̻̳̭͓̠̥͇͔͓͖̩̻̙͍̦̭̥̺̮̂̓͗̿́̕͝ͅç̸̨̨̧͈̹̺̹̤̘͇̞͉̜͔͕͙͓̝̳͈͕͖̣̞̖̥͎̣͍͆̇̈̂́̊̕͘͜͝ą̶̨̛͉͎͉̖̭̖͓̥̠̪̪͓̝̟͕̰̥̲̺̠̺̼̺̼̦̹̦͎̥̜͚̾́̃́̈́̈̓̍̀̒͘ņ̸̥̦̯̞̯̠̻̜̝͖̗̥̝̹͔͇̱̑̈́̀̊̑̏̂̒̃̽̓̆͌̃͆̈͂́̚͠͝'̵̨̫͎̟̠̰̗̗͍̦̹̺̪̺̟̪̭̹̰͂̉̍̋̚͜ţ̵̧̧̧̡̪̖̜̠͔̰̳̮̩̗͉̼̹̮̻̤̫̖͕̟̘͇͚̻͇̮̈́̈́͘ͅ ̸̡̨̟̥̮͍͎̤̭̫̙̉̈͐̔̈͐̓͗̉̓̑̈̆̏͋̍́͝͠͝h̶̛͖̣̆̀͛́͛̅̑͑̀͂̄̍̽͊̍̇̈̑͐͘a̸̢̢̛͇̲̖̮̲̥͍̯͚̪͈̜̟͇͙̭̣͎̬͎͉͒̓̃̋̊́̊́̏̈́́̍̉͐̎͆̔͛̿͌̓̆́̃̇̚͝͝͝v̵̡̝̜͚͙̩̬̥̥̝͉̠̹̫͉̙̩̝̝̱͙͕͇̏͊̓̌̀͛̑̐́̄̉̅̅̑͑̏̈́̌̑̾̅̑̆̀̅̌͘͘̕͘͝͠͠e̸̡̡̧̧̡̨̙̲̦͇̣̣̗̯̝͙̲͇̪̤͍̠̩̙͔̞̰̭̙͉͖̹̣̠̊́͜ͅ ̷̢̨̧̨̧͙̘̜̯̙̪̘͈͍͕̦̬͇̜̰̺̖̻̪̞̞͖͖̱͈̠̻̖͉̖̦̿͂͂̾͂̐̎͊͂̃̌͐̋̕̕͘ȓ̴̟̺͉̲̭̘̤̬͔̩̞̣̪̟̮̘̥̹̫̼̮̍̂̓̏̈́̈́͂̆̀͝ͅu̶̘͐̂̉̊̉̒̽̑̍́̈́̏̐̓̈́̿͜͠͝ļ̸̛͈͎͔͂̆͂̈͂͛̾̓͆̕̕e̵̡̢̼̮̮̻̞̳̤̰͉̦̫̣̮̞̖̗̻̗͍̯̪̝̣̹̪̭͐̆̀̽͋͐́̄̓̓̀̎̇̉̊́̎̆̄͑̉͆̏͗͘͜ͅs̶̢̨̫̦̰̹̹͓͉̲͖͓͙̟̜̠̩̳̫̖̹̦͔̖̙̲͕̪͉̪͇͌̈͌̀̐͋̅̎́̾̑̐̆͐̐̌̑̍̾̑̆̂̈́̃̚͜͜͜͝ͅ ̵̛̖͉̣̖̝̝͔̘̱̟̞̲͇̞͛̏̏͛̂͑̍͂́͛̓̇͆͋͗͘͘͜͜͜͝͝͠i̷̢̧̨͓̘͇̹̠͍̱̱̼͎̮͈̭͚͇͉̙͔̖͙̘̤̬̜̖̰̗̐͋̀̈́̈̋͂̀̃͊͑͂̇̓͂̆̑̎̒̉̚͜͝ͅͅf̵̧̛̛̲̞͇̲͚͈͔̜̌͑͒̏̑̄̎̂͊̈́͗̓̓̅̂̀̈̊͆̀̋̕̚̚̕̕͘̕͠͝-̸̢̨̱̞̭͉͔̠͔̗̻̩̘͈̻͇͓̺̲̦̯̺̩̜̳̤̳̗̖͔̌͊͑̐̑̕͜͜ ̷̛̮̫͖̖̙̹̼̞͈̲̻͈̪̤̤͂͋͗̽̆̉̀͌̅͑̒̋̽̃̆͑̈͘̚͘͠͝i̶̧̨̨̛̠̟̪̣͍̭̟̻͚͚̬̬̝̤̭̰̙̦̘͓͖͈̳̠̯̝̘̠͉̰͐̀͐̂̄̍̏́̉̋̎̈́̋̎͋̐̐̄͑́͌̋̚̕̕͠͠f̸̡̨̡̖͍̗̱̱̘̖̥͍̭̜͎̝̘̞͓̦̲͖͓͍͔̙͕̥̈͊̇̏̋̈́͌͊̽͗́̀́̽̕͜͜͝͝ͅ ̷͈̥́̀̃I̸̛̪̳͇͓͉̥̗͑̎̓̄̽́̂̉͂͊̆̓̚͠ ̵̢̢̧̢̧̟̭̟̻͍͍̳̬̼͔̫͖̓̊̈́͌̏̅͘͜͜ͅd̴̢͙̻̭̤͎̦̼̫͚̹̦̩̦̻̣̘̰̯̮͛̔̋͐̅̓͜͜ȍ̸͕̖͋̍̋͐́̈́̈́̈́͐̅̓̐̐̈́̍́̈̓͌̆͝͝ṇ̷̢̨̧̛͇͖͓̱͍͔̖̦̪̥͙̯̠̲̰͉̽̿̍̈̑̌͒͐̆͐̐̚͠ͅ'̸̡̡̨̯͓͍̜̞̰̭̫͚͎̙̜̯̰̺̰̩͎̞̭̮̦̜̒̆̊̄̔ͅͅt̴̡̯̯̯͈̻̖̣̟̣̞̣̝̄͐͌̾͊͘͠ͅ-̵̢̢̛̞̺̼̟̳̙͕̲̬̪̣̖̠͚̺̬͚͉͍͈̯̱͓̲͍̺́̃̀̃̿̆̌͂̂̈́́̇̿̽͛̈̂̈́̌͗̉͗̀́͒̅͑̚̚̕̕͝

*He voice starts cracking. He clinged on him tighter feeling like he's losing his mind again. What would such a thing even mean for him? No rules? no games? Did his relationship with Lee count? Did the dice exist? Could he ever make a lover/ friend /enemy with anyone? Was he destined to no one? To be alone? Did it matter?*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance holds Parker tightly.]

Y̵̲̆ö̸͙́ù̸̗ ̴̘̈́w̶̯̃ọ̷̑ü̸̥l̷̮͝d̷͕̑n̷̺̄’̶̩̇t̷̚͜ ̴̤͝e̴͎̔x̴̫͋i̶̦̊s̵̬̈́t̸͈́ ̷͕͑ĩ̴̡f̷̱̾ ̵̗͆t̸͔͂h̷͋͜e̶͚͂ ̴̰̀r̶͂͜u̴͕͋l̸̫̈́e̴̞̕s̶͚͝ ̵̺̈́d̴̢͌ḯ̶͓d̵̩̂ň̷̫’̵͚̈́t̶͇̾,̴͚̀ ̶̟͠w̷̼͒h̸̟̿ȋ̷̭ç̷͊h̵̢̍ ̴̹̽m̸̯̃ȅ̶̺ȧ̸̻n̸͚̂s̸͎̈́ ̷̠͐ẗ̷͔́ḧ̸̜́e̵̲̿ŷ̵̹ ̷͇̈ḓ̸̐o̵͜͝.̵͓̔ ̶̏ͅA̷͔͒n̵̳̉d̶͎͘ ̴̯̆w̷͊͜e̵̯͗ ̸̞̉c̴͖̔ä̸̜́n̸̢͗ ̶͕́m̵̋͜ă̴͕ḳ̷͝e̶̝̿ ̸̪̈p̴̳͐h̵̖͝y̶͈̆s̴͙̊ï̴̯c̵̪͂a̸̪̐l̸̠̄ ̴̦͘c̸̜̈ò̶̱p̸͎̓ȋ̵͙è̸͜ŝ̶̪,̷͈͊ ̸̥͝ȁ̶̗s̵̓ͅ ̷͚̏m̷̟̚a̸̩̿n̶̝͂y̷̘̾ ̷͈͒ą̴̏s̵̲̐ ̷̯̇y̷͉͝ȍ̶̦ủ̷̮ ̷̻̂ṋ̴͘e̵̘̾è̶̙d̶̻͝.̵͓͌

[glitch-parker]

*A few tears came down*

Ȑ̸̛̟̭͉̬͇̘̞̗͔͎̱̫͉̦̲̻̠̰͎̖͍̫̫̘̬̘̝͓̩̱̔̂͌̕̚̕͜͝ͅḭ̵̡͕͚̖̱͈͉̙̳̝̓̍̈́̊͊̒͊̑̂͜g̷̨̫̭̞̠̯̲̠̩̦̦̣̺̈́̀͗̈́͒ͅh̷̬͓̮̺̻̩̯̜̩̜̤́͜t̴̨̢̢̛̲͉͓̦͙̩̙̟̳͍͖̜̺̻̝̯̬̮͓̳͇̗̰͒̍̆̅͋̊͂̔̋̕.̴̞͖̟͙͉͍̹͓̲̺̗͙͓͉̙̼̹̫̞͒̎ ̸͓̗̖̯̣̏̔͑̿͂͊̊̆̃̈̏͂̈́̒̀̽́̆̑̂́͑͑̓̔̃̔̋́́́̕͘͠Ŗ̷̛̛͚̫̖͉̼̭̺̣̜͕͖̫͎̩̼̟̬͈͐́̀͂́͋̒́̋̾̾̊̑̄́͒͂͗̾̚͝͝ͅì̵̡̤̥̣͕̜͙̬̰͚̖̳͚̪̳͕͎̹̙̪͖̹̥̻̬̮̟̉͂̆̑͆͗́̚̕͜͜͜͜g̶̢̧̛͈̜̲͍͖͚̙̰̞̳̫̹̜̠̩̼͙͇̐̓͗̓͊̎͌̒̂͒̍͗̎̓h̶̡̨̬͉̱͍̻͉̲̺̺̞̞̺͖̟̱͔̗͙̰̽͑̀͌̂̀̆̍͛͗́͑͘t̶̛̤̮̦̣͔͚͕̀̋̃̄̈́̽͒̍̐̊̎̊͋̽̏̃͑́͌̏͐͆͆̚͜.̷̨͔̹̋̈̈̃̑̇̐́̽͗͋̎͛͂̉̋͒̕̕͜͝͠͝͝.

T̸̡̬͖̈́̊͊́̽̋̏͆̋̓͐͗̅̒̈́̚͝͠͠h̶͌̃͌̏̾̂͋̅̏̄̆̒͌̄́́̾̐̕̕͝ã̷̧̢̡͇͖͈̦̫͉̳͍͚̹̫͎̹̰̽̽̓̈͛̉͗̈̃̑̔̌͊̇̇́̿̌͋̆̊̚͝ͅn̵̩̰͍͓͔̟̭̜͉̤̞̒̋̅̏̌̅̔͂̀̂̎̆̈́̈́͋̄̒̈́͆̂͑̓͐̌͋͝k̶̡̮̭̻̗̄̄͗̎͋̀̋͐̈̏͗̈̌̓̎͊́́̓̏̉͐͛̍́͛̕̕̕̚͝͠͝ͅ ̴̢͙̳̭̜̣̻̖̣͚̬̖̯͈̖̠̦̟͓̞̻̳̗̳͐̉̇̿̽̓̊́̔̓̚̕͝͝y̸̨̛̛̛̗͉͍͙̺͓͇̗̖̲̬̍̓̂̆̓̋̆̃̉̎̅̈̅͛̈́̈́̉́̓͑͘͠ö̷̢͉͎̟̲̝͉̥͕͈̳̼̤̪̬̺̱̪͉̩́̏̊͛͑̒̐̋͗̽̇̽̑͘ừ̵̧̼̪̜̗̪͚̣͙̜͍̜̙̫̘͚̮͂̉̂̑̐̀̈̎̅̉̉͌̇̈́͛̿̏̆̂.̷̧̧̼͖̜͚̻̤̖͙͛́͌̑͗̓͂̓̉͐̅̎̐̈́͆̿̿̈́̔͐͘͠͝͝ͅ

*Despite the glitching it was obvious his voice was very soft.*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance smiles softly]

T̵͖͆ȟ̷̜e̵̜̓r̷͇̄ë̵̢ ̵̭̚y̷͍̽ö̶͖́u̷̳̾ ̴̹͘ģ̵̈́o̶̖̕.̵͖̊ ̸̧̽Ñ̴͍ǒ̸̤w̴̩͂ ̷̻̃j̶͖̑ṳ̴̒ś̴̯ṫ̸̼ ̶̯̄b̷͍͂r̷̋ͅḛ̶̽a̶̖͊t̵̼̔h̴̙͘ë̸̤́ ̵̛̗w̶̰͐i̷͚͆ṫ̷̠h̷͍̓ ̶͕͆ḿ̴̮e̸̘͌,̵̆ͅ ̸̫̊o̴̯̓k̵̠̒ä̵̮́ÿ̶̝?̵̳̽ ̸̧̓Ỵ̸͛o̸̜̓ủ̴͍’̷̛̣r̵̭̂ȩ̵͝ ̶̯̈́s̵̪͒t̵̒͜i̸̘͑l̷̹͋l̴̗̾ ̵̖̽ÿ̷̖́o̶̦͂u̷̼͒,̵̱̇ ̷̧͠a̸̛ͅn̴̰̾d̷̥̑ ̶̱̑w̸͕̉e̸͙̅’̷͈̽ļ̵̈́l̷̡͘ ̷̞̓m̷͕̀ǎ̴̯k̴̫͝ē̴̤ ̵͉͘ḯ̸̧t̴͍́ ̵̖̃a̸͛͜l̷̯̋ĺ̸͜ ̸̱̚ẃ̸̜o̷̳̍r̸͔̎k̸̯͠.̵̟̎

[He reaches to wipe the tears away, chuckling softly]

[glitch-parker]

*He nods trying to steady his breathing.*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance keeps a kind smile, his hands moving to Parker’s shoulders as he takes deep breaths too, to try and guide Parker.]

[glitch-parker]

Lee, dressed as Will Wood's Normal Album cover, heads up to the attic. He has a bright smile on his face and a bag of candy in his hands. As soon as he enters the attic, though, the bag of candy falls from his hands as he takes in Parker's glitching.

Parker!

He cries out, running towards Parker and grabbing his wrists. Lee flinches as the glitching spreads to his form, but he holds strong as he inspects Parker.

What happened? What's going on???

@showstopper-homeowner

*He sitting with Chance not expecting someone else to come in suddenly, to say he was startled would be an understatement he literally jumps back when Lee made contact which also got rid of the Lee's glitching and pain. Parker's glitching seem to spike for just a moment but then going back to how it was*

J̸̯̮͇̲̩̈͐͋̌̒̉̅͌̀̆͗͜͝é̶̢̝̙͚̱͕͉̫̘͇̖̜̠̹̐̇̐͛̅̀͛̆́͝͝ş̸̨̛̘̦̣̻̮̫̱̝̝̞̎̑̀͊͌͝͠͝͝ų̶͖̫͕̠̝̟͉̤͔̪́̈́͆̔̃́̏̎̐̏̕͜͝ș̷͓̬̣̭͚̫̳̀̓͐͐̄͐̍͂̏͛͌̕̚ͅ L̷̤͖̊̽̈́̏͗͝ȩ̶͕̹̮̯̀̿̽̋̏͝e̴̺̠̠͛!̴̝̭͉̫̝́̉̇

*He huffs out. He stared at Lee for a second seeming out of it as his mine tries to catch up with him remembering that huge mess of empty board games literally tossed around*

O̷̤̯̜̊̒̌͑̈́̈́̒̕̕͝h̶̨̳͎͉̠̾̀́͒̔̔̉̂͘ ̷̢̯͚̠̅́̽͑͝͠ǔ̷̢͉͚͈͚̳̪͍̝̞͓̱̀̊̓̈͝͝m̴̳͚͙͖̼̫̮͚̲̆̋̾̌̈͂͑̿̄̎̕͝ͅͅ-̶̢̳͕͍̠̘̟̣̻͖͑̾̀̑͊̈́̄ ̷̥̓̓͝C̷̡͔̦̏͌͒̀ȟ̴̢̬̘̺̲̻̼̺͈̠͜ǎ̶͈̋̉͂̈́̈́̾͋̂n̴̨͇̮͙͇̫̻̺̝͂̂c̶͔̜̻̀͛̀͗̎̽ę̶̟̦͙̗̮̖͕͍̝͖̭́̌͋̉͝ ̸̡̩̳͚͇̯̫̖͈̣̒̊w̶̮̭̫͕̗̮͘͝ā̸͎̯͕̻̜̀͗̈́̔̊͌̀̆́̃͜s̶͔̮̿ ̸͉͙̄̈̎̾̊̉͛̕͝h̴̙̜̼̳̮̎̏̉͂̓̅͑̀̚͝e̸̢͑ḽ̶͖͍̹̊́̈́͛͗̏̊p̸̘̞̩̘͓̯̰̠̪͈̺̊̄ ̶̲̠͔͚̜̱̞̜̲̻̱̏m̵̛̟̗͔͙̀͊̈́͊͑ë̴͍̫͉̲̦́̄̂̏͗̆̓͒͆͝ ̷̧̦͚̦̣͓͉̪͚̯́̌̈́͊̂͘͝ͅͅç̶̮̮̙͇͚̳̫̖͉̔͂͑̔͗͑̈̎̿͌ļ̶̨̘̰̖̹͙̥̪̗͌̓̆͜e̵̡͂͛̇͐̐̌͂̽a̶͔̥͕͆̅͂̃̉̇͝ͅn̷̛͈̯̲̞̯̻̭͛̈̃̈́̅͒̔̕ ̶̼͙̞̝̲̝̥̱̙̳͈͆͗̏͜ā̴̛̘̹̠͈̰̪̩͍̥̩̻̗̃̀͘ ̶̡̗̻̌̋̃͊̚ͅb̷̪̦̥̻͖̹̼͉͆̀i̸̙̰̥̻̲͂̀t̶̢̪̗̘͙̙̺̯̖̒!

*He lied not wanting to worry him since who knows if this was connected to glitches or not or whatever was happening. Unaware of the most obvious warning sign hi̸̧͈̠͂̊m̷̧̞̫͋̄̊s̶̯̲̄e̵̙͕̭̒l̵̺̻̽̈́f̸̨̏͑͂.*

[deactivated-blog]

I-I need to take care of this! Oh my gods, Parker, I didn't realize you were getting thid bad! If I had known earlier, I-

Lee was frantically pulling out his notebook and flipping to various pages, trying to find out where he put his research for staving off glitches.

You and Chance were cleaning? What did you come across? It might be related to the gliching.

// so sorry for the late reply... we were quite busy, hahah.

[glitch-parker]

Ooc: Nah your good))

*He was starting to panic a little bit making the glitching a little worse. Had he not been as good at acting like he was ok? What does he mean by getting worse?? And worst of all he felt like he had to fix it. Fix this whatever this was. Parker nonchalantly Yanks the notebook out of his hand. No glitching gets on the notebook tho*

H̸̞̥͗́̃͛͊͘͝e̷̛̳̻̭̖̣͚͚̳͈̖̪̳̒͆̽̊̈́͊͛͐̈́͝͝ͅẙ̸͕͇̠̝̺͂ͅ ̷̳̲̽͊͗̈́́̉̑̽̎͂̃̓͝ͅn̸͕̜̩̞͉̫̙̼͔̤̺̓̌̄̓͐̈́͠͝͠ͅo̸̡̯̲̣̠̩̐͛̓̈͝w̶̻̜͓͙͖̗͖̝̗̭͚͌, ̵̢̧̟̼̟̳̘̈́̓̿ͅT̴̢̨͇͇̭̝͖͓̓͂̓̉͂͋͋ḥ̸͖̤̻̭̇͐̐̊̾̐͐̆͛͋͘̕͝ȩ̴͕̮̼͙̣̘̼̼͕͍͍̀̀̏͐r̷̡̢͎̩̻͕̞̰̮͉̘͍̈́̇͠͝ẽ̷̯͇̟̣̜̟̖̪͒͊̔̇̃̓ͅ'̶̧̗͎̦͎̤̩̈̑͋͠͠ͅs̸̩̮͙͓͇̼̫̭̑̚ ̶̰͕̑̎̆͘͜n̶̠̭̱̍̈́̔̏̎̏̒͝ȏ̴͇́̃̓̑̊̆̏͠ ̴̛̭̘̼̭̪̲͇̿͋̅̔̓͛͛̓̋̓̋̃ͅn̸̨̨̢̥̩̲̝̼̤̼̻̄͌͒͊̇̂̆̿͘̚̚̚͝e̴̡̯̱̻͚͎̺͆͘ẻ̷̝̠̻̈́́̎̽̉̀̉̑̚͝d̴͕̜̦̲͉̪̻͙̀͜ ̷̧̛̻̖͓̻͇̮͂̎̇͋̐f̷̆̏̏ò̵̢̢̯͓̩͍̩̼̳̖͝ṛ̴̺̘͂ t̶͈̱̪͕̻͉̦̞̦̫̮̩̊͑̈́͗̑̅́̄̐̈́͠h̴̢̖̝̣̱̫̦̭̯͎̬̩̺̉͂͗̈́͒̎̅̕a̷̳̭̙̝͚͆̌̏͂̆͝t̸̡͚̜͚̹̯̲̼̦̱̂̀̿̈́̾̍͐̀́̐̈ͅ.̶̹͓́͒̈̔̈ͅ

Ň̵̞̭͋͋̌̇͆̅͝ó̶̢̱̪̝̗̤̬͒͒̂͝ ̶̨̨̛̭͔̖̳̒̌̊͌̿g̶̭̭͍̙̊̽̀̀͌̈́́́͑͊l̵̜͎͚̓̀͆̃͐̏̑̕i̵͈̞̰͔̺̲͑͐̆̇̽̑̚͜͠ͅt̷͚̮͖̭̱͖̜͓̰̾͒̓̒̃̕͠ͅč̴͇̱̝͖̞̳̄̀͐̑ḩ̷̨̲͖̝͎̳͓̖͝e̴̥̖̜͙̬̗̍̐̀͐̍̔̕̚͝͝s̷̢̧̥̣̟͔͖̍̾̌̉̿̅͗͑̎̏ ̷̠͉̗̠̔j̵̝̜̥͈̙͍̮͉͚͗̔́̃̓͗̓̽̈͜u̸̖̾ŝ̷̢͖͋̾͗̓̒̃͊̈̕t̵̨̢̯͍̭͓̤̫͕̯̑̅̃͝ ̵̘̹̲̔͋̐̋̌ͅc̷̨̣̰̤͓̮͈̥̙̙̐͊̀͋̃̕l̷̢͇̦̹̪̣̫̳͇̅͛ͅẽ̴̛̩̱͐͊̓͐́̀͝ä̴̛̯͕̣͎̣̣͕́͌̇͒̌̚̕͝n̸̤͎̦̦͂͐̐̽͋̂̚i̷̛͉͓̻̘͓͍͍̓̑̌̎͜n̵̢͓͔͓͎̆͗̊͌̎͗̊̈́͊͜͝ģ̷̧̡̯̙͚̞̖̮̑̎̌̊̔͂̇̽̇ ̷̰͔̼̪̤̾̌͒̈͋͌ͅả̵̠̗̱̮̮̅̉̉̉f̵̨̦̞̳͙̀̈́̐̚͜t̴̘̭̪̥̖̥̽̍ͅě̷̗͌̀̿̂̌̑̉ȑ̸̛̮̙̦͖̗͔̬̼̼̖̽͗̽́͛̈́̚ ̸̫͇͙̪͎̂̃́̏͐̈́͗͊̆ḁ̴̘͔̅̈͐̔ ̸̞̰̤͇͍͚̀̀̒͝ĺ̷̨̖̀̐̽̾͂̀́̋̿i̶̢̠̫̱͔̞̯̰̱͔͛ṱ̶̡͂̀͊͗͝͝ț̵̫̻̬̰́̍l̵̘̗̟͈̐̄́̄̔́̊̀̾e̴̝̘͌̿͌̅͋ ̵̯͆̈́̀͐́m̷̠̫̊̒̉̕ḙ̸̙̬̰̝͙̆͆s̶̰͙͉̯̃̂̇͝͠s̸̬̘̩̀̿͜.̷̼͕̥̖͎̩̦̞̗̒̈́͒̑̋̈́

R̶̯̝̭̥̹̠̺̳̮̣͑̉͊͌̒̍͠͝͠ì̴͔̯̈́̈̓̾̄̑͝g̵͖̮̰̍̀̓͠h̶̠̙͇̽͆͜ţ̶̝̼͚̩̞̺̉̿̽́͊̇̐ ̶̛̠̙͓̥͈̜̺̘̍́͆̑̽̄̿̇C̸̤̅͐̈h̸̜͚̣̤̼͌̌̿̏̕͝a̴̢̧̢̠̟̩͍̯͔̱̿͗̂̑͐̀͝n̷̪̓̂͆̍͋̓ĉ̶̡̬̼͉̝͙̼̥͑̒̒͝e̷͔̹̩̬̪͕̖̲̽̆̅̄́̈̎͋͘͝?̸̨̡̢̙͕̘͉͙͒

*He elbowed Chance hard. He moved his head to whisper to him out of sight from lee. It was almost impossible to tell what Parker was saying since the glitching but his mouth clearly was mouthing "Back me up!"*

( @nat-20-on-perception)

[nat-20-on-perception]

Oh! Yeah, just- we were cleaning and Parker was making sure the games were good, no glitches!

[Chance smiles nervously, hoping he’s being convincing. He looks over at Parker with a nod]

He just- started to glitch a bit, so I’ve been helping him as best as I can- nothing to do with what we were doing, just a sudden glitch!

[He reaches to Parker’s hand, squeezing it to assure Parker that it would be okay.]

[glitch-parker]

*Everything was going good until. Chance mentioned glitching. This is not what he wanted at all! Chance can't just mention glitching now! Not in front of him! why would he lie about him glitching that doesn't even make sense. The glitching on his body seems to become worse from him already spiraling just a little bit about how Lee is taking this*

Į̷͈͎̰͉̥͈̱͎̬̫̥̜̆͊̽̏͌̏͂͌̋͊̍̍͗͘̚ͅ-̵̢̦̗̗̘̺̳͖͎́ ̴̮͙̲̣́͘͝nő̶̧͚͚̜͙̭͇̝̭̞̿̃̑͜ͅ ̸̧̞̘̫̺̪̭̯͓̓̏͌̍͑͗n̸̛̛͈͍̰̘̺̫̟͉̰̯̤̳̻͉̂̈́̐͆͂̆̾͋͘ǫ̸̧̰̗̜͔̗͖̜̩̭̐̆̄̋̈͌!̸̭̫̻̃̽͂͛̏̓͋̑̃̆̓̉̚̕̕ ̵̧̩̯̙̻̏̓͐̈́͐̔͂͗̾͗͐Ỉ̶͙̰͈̹̲͓̱̯̈́͊͒͊̐̾͑ͅ ̶̨͍͉͛w̵̼̩̔̎̄́̈̂͝͠a̵̯͔͊̆͐̉́̿́̂̍̔̓̀͗͋̒ș̸̛̣̙̰̃͂̈̆́̔͒̄̊̓̎́̿̚n̵̹͙̤̰̦͂̆ͅ'̵̢̼̳̜̮̗̄̒̂̾͊͜ẗ̴̨̢̺̼̲̳͈̣̹͕̺̟̰́̚ ̵̨͔̣̗̹̩͇͇̘̏-̴̡͚̤͚̬̐̊͂̽̔̇̄̈̿͒͘͝͠ ̴̓͆̓̈́

g̴̟̳̳͈̙͕̮͈͙̠͈͑̔͌̆̏͒̕o̶̿̍͊͘͠ḋ̷͖̹̹̮͇̓̔́̾̅͒̂̊͑̀͜͠͠͠ ̸̧̨̛̳͙̱̩̬̜̲̜͕̇̓̓̄̍̄̚͜d̶̙͔̳̉̎̔̓̑̑̍̏̂͐̕͜͠a̶̡̢̢̨̼͔͇̼͈͑̽͑̄̈́͐̈͒̈́͐̊̒͝m̸̨̘̠͎͔͔̞̻͕̣̼̰̠̎̒ͅṇ̶̫̙̮͛ ̷̢̘̫̦̝͕͙͈̙̻̬̏̇̾̉̊͂͒̚ͅỉ̴̥̖̮͚͉̮̯̺̠̘̀̐̓t̵̨̢̛͖̲̟̝͚̰̯̜̍̽́͗̀̀̄͘͘̚̕ͅ ̴̹͇͎̳̦̭̼̳͌͑̆̈́̏̃̚̚C̴͠h̶̬̮̎̌̐͌̂̀̊͝͝ͅā̸̡̨̛̼̣̞̖̀̑͠n̵̲͓̙̭̮͉͈̼͙̜̠̑̅̆̇͊̈̀͂͐̔͑̅̈́͒͝ç̵̢̧͕̪̻͇̮̻̩͙̓̓̐̃̄̒͒̅̇͒̓͒è̸̛̫̣͍͖̝̹͕̞̈́̒̅̂̎͌̆̓̾̔̆̅͐!̴͔̩̖͈͚̺͍̺̠̖̾̒͂̿̓͐̀̾́̚

( @showstopper-homeowner)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance puts his hands up defensively]

Oh- no no I didn’t mean while we were cleaning! You started glitching afterwards, not during! We were sitting here, and then it started- nothing about the cleaning was involved!

[He glances nervously at Lee]

[glitch-parker]

*He firmly grabbed him by the shoulders and loudly whispers*

Ň̶̤̗̞̻̩̬̃̓̒̈́̏̄̐̒̈̈́̏̀̈́͑̀o̴̧̢̩̲̤̗̲͈͉̎́̏̍͠t̵͙͔̹̟̪͓̯͋̀̂̆̔͌̏̾̚͜͝ ̷̬̞͌̋̿̉̆̿̊̕̕͠h̶̯̻͍̜͈͖̲̦̫̞̹̀̂̎͗̄̔́͐̔̕ȩ̶̢̖̠͖̭̟̮͓͛͜͝ͅl̵̛̞̂͒̽͂̒̑̅̀̒̚͝p̶̺̾̎̀̆̿̊͗̏̆į̶̗͎̝̭̪̙͈̩̫̹̫̮͙̤͚͐̑̐̽n̶̳̗͇͓͉͙̯̝̫̻̼̎̔͜ͅģ̷̥͖͓̘̠̟͙̬̩̫͈̝̣̳͉̣̙͆̿̀̎̐͗̉̌͐͌̂̿̈̈̚ !̶̨̟̘̖̥̬̜̹͍̐͌͗̄̄̀̌͂̚

// *sigh* what did I tell you about him not knowing he glitches in his sea of denial that surprised me sometimes!))

[nat-20-on-perception]

I’m sorry!! It’s- I’m saying that incase Lee sees something we can’t, that- seems to happen a lot-

[He tries to lie smoothly, but is fairly obviously nervous about all of this.]

//Hes trying his best /silly

[glitch-parker]

*Parker let's go of him and pitcher his temple in frustration. Parker wouldn't be surprised if his headache didn't leave for a weeks after this*

//which one? ... / Half joking. Also /silly

[deactivated-blog]

...Uhm.

// chance, cmon buddy. dont lie to us

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance attempts to ignore the mods. Not very well though. It’s obvious he hears them as he keeps glancing around every time they speak to whatever direction their voices come from. His voice comes out quieter.]

Parker I… think we need to tell Lee. It’s- not for anything bad, it’s just- there’s something we know and- he just wants to help take care of it, you know-?

//Come on, chance. Acknowledge them.

you’re making me look crazy, Cupid-

//Meh, that’s what comes with being aware.

[glitch-parker]

*Parker was not paying attention at all to Chance seeming crazy. His head hasn't stopped hurting since well everything. He wished he could have just gone back. Back to beginning the day. Beginning of yesterday where they played games, it seemed fine. Maybe even the beginning of the week or whatever day it was at this point. Today was definitely his worst of the days he's ever lived he sure of it.*

T̵͕̣̟̎͋̓̓͝e̶̳̗̖͌͊l̶̳̙̰͔̯̑l̷̛̰̹̃̐̾̽͑̈ ̶̹̟̝̆̄h̷̛̙̾̾̆̔͛i̸͕͎̿͂͜m̶̨̗̼͇̱̾͌̑͌͗͂̅ ̸̡͈͇̫̮͉͉͆̃͊̔w̸̢̦̯̐̒̐̀̀͝͠ͅẖ̶̌͆a̷̻̮̽́t̵͓̲͊̒͂̾̊̊?̷͔̰͔̳͖̦̰̓͋̆̈̚ ̷̯̱͐͑̈̋̃ͅͅÀ̴̡̻͓̺̹̈́͂̌̇͘l̶̢̖͗͜͝l̸̢̲̰̬͚̍̏̽́̇ ̷̗͍̼̠̱̓͜ͅḩ̸͖̣̮̀̀̋͗̂̕i̶̭̇̊͛͌s̸̭͇͕͚̆̿ͅ ̴̨̡͕̬̫̏̽́̄̎̿͜ͅg̸̹̠̹̳̭͕̪̏̐͋͠á̷͔͕̫̗͋̈́̚̚m̶̱͉̥̀͜e̴̞̓̕s̷̨̯̼͔͖̭͐̉̓͠ ̷͓̝͌͐̕ş̴̛̼̰̒̄̈́̐͊̍ȋ̴̧͌̏m̵̡̡̗̖̞̃̾u̴͚͙͊̊̄̐̈́l̵̝͕̱̝̍͐͆̌̓͜t̶̰̲̼̲̽͗̐͠a̸͍̮̰͈̘̐͑͛n̸̢̢̢̻̪̦̅̂̕e̸̝̙̙̍̾̊͊̀̋͌o̶̰͋̽̓̉͐̽u̷̫̦̖̪̖͒s̸̫̪͚̈́̎̃̆͂̕l̸̞̫̝͈̿̍̂̈́y̶͍̭̫̣͐͗̋̈́̚ ̷̠̾̾̈́̏̈́̀͝d̶̢͎̻̫̈ĩ̶̥s̸̜̲̤͙͌͒̈́̍́̆̕ap̶͎̖̳͖̲͇̖͐̈́̚͝p̷̘̼͎̤͈̺͌e̸͍͍̦̘̿̈́͗̈́a̵̧̞̩͙̅̐̂̐́r̶̡̳̗̗͗̈̈́͆̂͋͋ë̷̱̻͛̇d̸̨̳̠̯̮̜̹̾ ̸̞̀õ̸̖̳̠̪͒͝ͅŕ̴̘̍͋̉͆͝ ̷̥͖͔͙͙̫̌͝m̷̘͍̍̀̇̽͂ǎ̸͎̝̟̳̯̫̱̀̇͠y̸̙̖̳͒̈̃́̈́͝b̷̨̮̤͛̇̓̾̈̍e̷̙̓̈́̅̓͌ ̴̧̧̫̲͒̓̂͊n̶̞̣̱̜̉͑͑̓͋̚͝ͅė̵͇̹̼̐͋̌́̚͠v̶͙̲̮̂̋́͗ë̵̖̩͎͎̭͚́͒͑̅͜͠ȓ̸̛͓̉͛̀͂ ̵̡̥̯͙̗̓̎͑̕͜ͅĕ̸̠͖̬̫̌̀̊̈́̋̕x̴̡͍̞̞̹̂̈̾̽̀̿͝i̶̢̹̳̙̪̘͉̎͌͛s̷͖͉̙̰͌̈́̐́͝͠ẗ̴̻̫̪͈̮̹́͑͛̋̍̂e̶̡͖͓͈͓̯̼̓̃̓́̉͘d̶̢̠̩̤̞̱̱͗͝ ̸̡̤͔̲̐͌̓̃̚d̶̢̧̦̬̪͆̿͠ͅe̵͖̩̯̫͛̌̽s̶̟̬̩̭̆̏͠p̶̹̒̂i̵̙͙͂̑̂t̷͍̫̩͍͂̍̓̍͘̕͝ḕ̵̞̞́̐ ̵͚̟͋͋̎́m̷̱̭͇̜͎̠̌́̽̎́̓̕e̸̛͇̬̤̊̌̄̋́͗ ̶̥̿̀̎p̷͉̩̤̝͒̀̈́ͅl̷͚̝̦̠̘͚͈̒̆͒̅͘͝͝a̶̛̰͌̽͗̍͊y̷̨̰͓̹̪̲̏̾i̸̡͓̫͊͝n̷̰̜̬͇̐̆̿̊̾̆g̷̳̮͚̀̾͌́̿̅ ̵͍̯̩̦̺̟̪̽̋̈́͐͝t̸̨̪̦͑̅̋ͅh̴̠̀̿͑́̚͠ę̵̹͈̖͌̅̕͜m̴̹̦̠̫̟̲͉͊͒͒!̵̘̜̣̻̤̥́̄̑͋ ̷̯͍̞͌̒̆̅͊̐͘͜B̶̢̦̺͓́͑e̷̟̼͙̍͗̈̊̇̂̈ȉ̸̩̳̯͉̲̍͊n̶͚̙͎̭̗̑͑̈́͜ġ̴̨͖͗̕ ̶͎͂ţ̸̢̼͔̞̪͌h̸͇̽̔̉̽́͝ê̵̛̬̼̬̊̍͆̚m̵͙̘̙̱͓̼̪̓̐̊̇̈́!̷͔̱͚̯̉

//one point for Parker zero for his sanity))

H̴̨̰̺̜̦̋̈͝e̸̠͇̥̯͚̎̈́̚ͅ ̶̗̓̈́̊̋̑̈̉c̸͖̜͍̜͕̓̀a̶̪̩̞͋̅̅͑̓̀ņ̴̩͎̠͓̑̎̋͘'̸̿̎͂̂̀̕͜t̴̤̟̲̫͖͚̹̆͂̈́̏͑ ̴̳͕͘̚d̸̖͔͎̹̫̯̮̋̐o̵̢̯̱̫̠̩̓͆̊͆̋̈́͜ ̷͉̮̬̱̞̰͉̍̑͝a̶̧͓͈̪͂̈́̋̄͝n̷̡̩̯͖̬͑͠ỳ̴̘̰̹͎͈̗̾̉̑̅t̶̥̕h̷̲͗̒̅́̍͘ͅi̴͚̹̅͆̍͆̑̄̉ǹ̶̻͎͉̤͔͠g̴̺͋͒!̴̡̧̩̫̌̾͗̄̂͝ ̵͚̬͎̼́̂̌͌͒̈͝ͅŶ̷̢̱͕̺̇͊ǒ̵̖͛ư̷̩͈̙̙͕̐̎͑̈́͑ ̷̙͈̺̥̓̈́̓̚č̸̨̨͉̪̞͓̋͋͝a̴̱̞̜͇̬͇̥͐̽̑̊͂͑ǹ̷̹̝̟̭̈̈́̉͐̈́͛͜'̴̰̩̰̪͉̀t̴̙̭̥̄͊͘ ̶̠̐͌̌̎̊̋a̶̡͓̠̲̮͋́̿̎n̴̢̖͉̬̱̾͑̌̀͝ͅy̶̡̢̨̦̼̖̤͐͐͝t̶̠̬͊̇̓̄́̓̓h̵͎̳̼̣̙̞̠̒͐̀͗̕i̵̧̟̰͕̹̿́̊͌̃̈n̸̜̹̙̓̈̑̏̀̕g̴͇͛́̋̀̋!̷̧̢̲͈̟̹̌̅͒͝ ̶̟̔̽̈Á̴̯̪̤̘͍̣̓͝͝ǹ̸͈͍̠͎͓̼͗̌͒͜͝d̸͖̬͓͉͓͍̉ ̵͆̓̇̂̋ͅI̵̥̅͊̔͐́ ̴̢̤̜̱͍͆͐̏̔͗̍͘C̴̱̚Ă̷̪͇͇̹̣̟͛͒̏͂̽Ņ̷̰̯̊̿̈́̃́̅̚'̶͔͇̬̗̳͍͖̓̄̎̒Ṱ̷̟̈́̄̇ ̴̲͆̎̅͑̿͊̚d̶̯͕͍̭̰̼̼̋̓̃̑͒̐o̸͙͖̘͖͔͋͒͌͊͑͝ ̶̛̭̺̓̕ã̵̘̤̞̟̌̊̍̽n̸̻͓̙͋̍̅̾͝y̶̨̢͔̠̘̋͊̉͆t̵̻̣̥̠̺̐̐̀h̸͇͇̺̼͈̉̅i̵̢̳̭͍͐̓̓̌͗͘͝ͅn̷̡͍̂̈́͌g̶̪̑͂͝!̷̙̗͉̀͗̅̔̀.̷̛̞̌̆̃͘̚͝.̴͙̞͎̃̎̍.̸̡̠̣͋̋̍͛̈́͋̚͜ͅ

*His words seem to hit him like a truck. He weekly moves back until he feels the wall sliding down it gripping at his head from the headache*

W̶̮͚̐̾̕͝ḩ̵̙̞̣͔̙̘̤̈́̌͊̚y̴̢͕̏̉̈́̿͠.̸̡̙͇̔̂.̸͝-

̴̘͍̈́̿́̇͠W̶̛̦͕̍̀̏̋̾͐̆h̷̭̣͚͖̲̭̥͆͋y̸̨̲̗̜̳͍̼̍̽̀̀̚͝ ̴̮̖̣̗̬̼̃̃͝d̷̫̽̐̔̈̓̕͝ơ̴͙̰̲̗͈̫̈̄̍́̀͝ ̶̨̡̢͇̣̰̈́̌͐́k̶̹͋ẽ̴͓̫ę̴̛̹̻̪̎́̇͗͆͘p̷̳͐̄̊͐͝͝ ̸̳̥̱̪͈̥̠̝̃͋̈́̌s̴̨̟͕̝̥̹̈́̃a̵̢̛̳͚͕̬͛̐̐y̷̩̟̤̗͖͉͓̬͋̀̉̓̀̈́͠i̵̜͙̘̖̝̥͐̽̎͜ͅn̵͛̂́͛͜g̷̢̨͍͈̠̼̥̯̐͋̈́̆ ̸̙̖̾̃̈́̏͑̕t̷̛͈̽͊́h̷̬̜̙̋̅̈́͊̓͝ą̷̖̊ṫ̴̨̖̲͍̩̠̏͆͛̅̅̕?̷́̚.̶̮͔͙̦̬̭͓̽͛͑̈́̂̅̽́͜..̶̢̖̯̖͎͎̆͑̒̊̅̈́̚͜͝ͅ ̷̣̩͈̀Ẁ̴̨͓̫͆h̸͍̘́̿͗̅a̵̭͑̇̒̊̋͝͠t̵͎̮̙̂ ̴̡̡͚̮̭͕͆ḏ̵̼̙̙̙̂͒̽͑o̶̢̗̳̤̼̲͗̎͂̈́̈́͝ ̷͇͍̘̼̞̘̿y̵̺̺̤͕̙͙͎̙͌̒̈́̚͠o̷̫̬̅̍ū̴̧̟͈̘͎͕̤̃̇̓̌͒́͝ ̵͙̙̽̽̀̄̎̍̾͆ḵ̴̛̼̗̮͉̥͗̅̃̎̍̂͜ń̵̠̥͉̝̞̬̗͒̂̂̐̋́o̶̘̮̮͈̺̦̠̓͊w̵̞͙̞͆̈́̆͒̍̕̕-̶̯́͑ ̶̲̞͉͇̙̭͊Ẃ̷̭̤͈͘ȟ̸̘̬̪͎̘͉̔͛a̶͕̓̅̆̽̓̔ẗ̸͓̦̘́̊̌͠ ̶̥͍̓̓͝d̴͙̪͇̰̯͑̏͒͂̃̀̒͜o̷̮̯̩̥̓̑̿͊͝n̵̳̺̪͖͉̣̯̍̉͑͐̑'̷̣̩̩̦̩̮̄̏̎̃͋̀ͅṭ̵͍̚ ̶̯̈́̃͂̄̓̽̂͠Į̴͍̩̖̖͙͗͆ ̶̟̓k̵̙̹̞̬͙͔͛n̸̯͓̲̯͐o̸͍̯̘͊̃w̷͖̫͈̩̰̓̏̐̀͑̈͜͝?̷̨̫̖̹̜͛́̚͝!̴̨͍͍̤̿̑̆̿ ̴͕̌̌̒̿́̑

*He was pleading he was scrunched up on the ground which made his whole body seem like just a giant glitch ball*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance looks over at Lee. He’s looking for a yes or no on if he should tell Parker.]

I… debated on it earlier. Just tell me if I should.

[deactivated-blog]

I... Go ahead. He... He needs to know.

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance nods. He approaches Parker, reaching out to put a hand on Parker’s shoulder.]

You’re gonna have to work with me on this, okay? It’s going to seem crazy, but… knowing can help. The more you know, the less it can affect you, I think.

[He takes a deep breath, pulling back out the glitching dice.]

Do you remember when I brought up this to you? How I rolled for perception and then suddenly could hear other people that didn’t seem to exist? It… apparently, there’s more to it.

[He puts the dice aside.]

That wall. You said you looked through it once. Thats letting you see your mod. The person I keep talking to whenever it seems like I’m talking to nobody is them. I have one too, their name is Cupid. Lee has one, and so do Holly and Hector. You’re the first I think to actually see their mod. So… I’m going to tell you what that means.

[He sighs softly, obviously worried about how Parker will react.]

We found out that we’re in a game. It’s… weird to know, but it explains everything. Why everyone has been quiet, why your games are disappearing… everything. Your games used to exist, but because we’re in a game… they don’t. Because there aren’t any “sprites” as the mods call it to show what your games look like. Thats… that’s where your games went. Including Sandy Land. I…

[He paused, the continued]

I didn’t want to tell you because me and Holly found out by, well… chance. I rolled perception and began to see the mods as floating eyes, and now me and Holly can actually interact with ours now that they and some of voices explained what’s going on. That’s why you heard me call the voices ‘Askers’ or ‘Anons’ because… that’s what they are.

[He pulls back, just incase Parker preferred being alone after hearing all of this.]

Do you need me to tell you more? I can try to explain more of it, if you want.

[By now, his glasses glitched even more, as well as the clasp of his cloak, further hinting to the point as he mumbles about a headache himself.]

[glitch-parker]

*Parker's mouth flapped open and close a few times as he failed to understand anything of what he was saying*

N̷̡̡̻͎͙͔͚͎̘̖̹̘̝̰͓͔̝͊͌͐̑̎̏̇̚͜-̵̡̡̯͔̬͎̼͔̹̥̭̪̦̟͇̬̐͆̾̔͊̈́̔̐̈ ̸̛̗͖̥̟̟̲̲̻̼̉̆͗̀̂̐͗͊̍̆́̕͘̕͜͝͝n̴̨̡̪͚͇̩̓̿̒͗̍͂̃͝ơ̵̡̡̙̺͖͍̭̬͚̫͎̬̥̈́͐̈͆̆̾͛̕̕ ̶̦̭͉̠̻̩́̃̇͑̽͋̉͌̈͑̒̾͌̿̌̚͠͝ͅy̶̛͕̭̬̟͐͋̄͒͆̿̿̉̓̔̂̆̄̚͘͠ö̶͎̮̤́͊̍̎̎̚͝ų̶̡̯̼͙̬̩͚̜̱̥̜̪̼͎͙͋̈́́͆̂̔͆̈́̀̊̉̃ͅ ̸̨̧̥̪͖̘͍̥̣̦̔̔ͅṇ̷͛̃̅̀̈́͊͌e̷̳͗̄̈́̇v̸͚̲̻͉͍̗͖͎͌͒̇̏̍̐̇̓̈́̚͜͝ę̴̫̩̜̥̼̖̪͕̹͍̜̏̇́̋́̾̌́͛̈̅̎͘̚̕r̵̫̪̦͓͚͚̗͑͐̀͂̌̋͜͝-̸̬̲̖̝͖̀̂ ̵̡̣̬̼͍̰̟̰̟̩̲̻̞̥͙̲̟̭̍̿͐̐̀̔͑͂͜Ṭ̸̫̊͐͆̀͑͛̈͛̏̒h̵̨̢͚͚̅́̄̋̈͛́̀̍̏̕͘̚͠ͅȇ̶̛̙̺̭̜̥̓̈́̊͋́̂̚̚-̷̢̦͔̺͕̯̩̗̹̝͔͇̳͂́̋̌͐̓́̄́͋͊̊̐̈́̇̔̾͠͝ ̵̡̲͍̖̅̉͘W̶̡̲̼̜̖̯͙̽̂͂͒̄h̶̝̘̯̭̗͔̒̾͋́̔̋̓̑́̇̇͒̚͝͝͝a̸̛͔͚̺̼͕͊̓̀̏͗̀̈̏̌̓̀̀̈́͘̚͝ẗ̵̥̤͙̰̠͕̘̻́͛̆̌́̈́?̴͍̹̖͈͓̗̠̣̹̮͓̱̲̟̰̝͎́̃͛̽̋̑̈́̊̂̾̽͐́͑́̕͝͠

*He words came as unfinished thoughts failing to articulate anything. The confusion didn't leave as you explain the rest*

W̵̥̩̥̞͕͗̒̾͌̓́̑̿̌̏̒̾͆̒̎͘̚ḥ̸̡̛̥̮̼̺̫̞͍̣͖̹̳̻͒͆̀͘a̸̡̖̘͖̺͎̣͚͇̜̟̪͒͂͂̉ṫ̶̢̼̥̪͚͉̤̫̖͎̗̲͇͉̺̻̾̇̉̈̿̒͂̐̾͂͒-̴́̀́̽̌̇̈́̍̚̚̕͜ ̵̨͈̮̟̪̟̞̣͎͖̮̺̞̩̫͙͋̑͛̔͆̏͆̐̐͋͛̕͝͝ͅw̵̢̨̛͍̘̲̺̲̪̥̰͎͎̖͛̎̐̿̉͒̍͋͂͛̈̿͋͆̀͘̕͜͠ͅḫ̸͇̰̖̭̲̗̝̺͍̳̝̤͖͌̊́̏̉̒̏͒̇͋̇̈́̚ẩ̶̢̨̢͖̪̝̦͈̫̙̈̐͜ṫ̴̡̨̧̫̳̪̣͎̙̼̜̜͔̮̝̑͆͜ͅ ̸̤͓̦͕̪̼̮̙̱͕̭̖̘̮̭͌̾̌̆͋̎̎̍̄͘͜͝ͅà̷̡̡̛̝͖̫̺̪̠͓̲͂̒̂̔̄͘͘͜͝r̸̄̍̏̽͐̈͐͝͠e̴̡̬̳̮͙̭̭̺̳̜̭͉̝̬̻̝̪̙͕̅͐͒͗̊̓̑̃̄̇̂̒͆̑͘ ̷͇̩̙̊̾̅́̀̈́̽̍͘y̸̬͎̘̮͕̤͙̺̫̌̊o̶̹͍̖̲̱͇̺͙̦̣̱̰͙̾̈́͛͆͑̈́͑͘͜ṷ̴̢̡̩̗̖̻̰̬͙̃̋̾͂̓́̐͊̆͠ ̸̡̺͍͈̣̠̳̠̬͔̘̜̬̻̻̠̪̩̓̀̀̄̓̌̚͝o̶̧̠͊̀́̈́̀͐̕͝n̵͐̒͗̒͋͆͋̕͘͜ ̸̛̯̗͈̖̖̣͚̺̠̭̓͐̂̔͛̏͒͋͑͑̒̃̕̚͝͠͝ͅa̵̛͔̠̰̖̒͐͒̿̀͋̂̏b̵̧̨̛͈̻͙̙̖͕̝͎̭̫͔̦͉̺̩̎́̇̏̽͊̀͛͠ơ̶̢̛̬͉̬̰͔̹̏̇̅̾̊̑̓̓̾͐͒͆̚͠͠͝ű̴̢̜͖̯̬̯̖̮̿̃̅t̴̩̰͙͠!-̸̶̧̜̰͓̮̮̪̟͙̜͔͛͋̽̓̔͆̊͐͐̏̀̈͋T̴̛̟̲̙̳̥̈́̂̿̆̀̔̌͂͌͌̉̕h̶̞̥̺͎̳̽͘ą̴̨̛̫̲͈͙͖̥͖͎̬͗͒̔̀̐͛̀̀̈́͆̑̍͋̏̓̒̋t̶̢̢̡̛͖̥̦̙̣̣͖̙̠͖͖̞̝̦̬̓́̏͆̔̅̋̉̍̓͊̕͜ ̵̨̗̠̠̖̫͉͔̌͊̓̒̉̑̀͑̑͐̽̆͘͜͝͝ḑ̸͖̫̭͓̬̜͈̼̗̹̟̇̉̈́̂́̓͋̀̉̏̒͛̽͌́̕̚͝ỏ̸̙͈̻̺̯͓͈̻̖͐̾͗̇͜͝͝e̵̝̠̓̀̄̇̒͂̂͗ͅṡ̵͎̫̐̆͗͊̀n̴̡̛̳̫̬̺͙̝̣͚̹̬̣̫̂͐͌͂́͌̀͝'̴̡̧̹̮̠͕̜͚̹̠͓̐ͅẗ̶̢̛̛̻͙͍̱̩̣͓̣̼̤̫̄͛̈́̈́̓̈́̓͗́͆͗̕̚ ̸̨̰͆̐̄̉̑̔̏̏̄̀͆̄͐͌̍ḿ̴͇̞̜̻̦̹͒̂͌͘ą̵̟͍̣̣̻̜̙̱̞̣͎̇̈́̎͌̆͐̋̒̈̄̾͘̚͜k̷̹͕͙͍͕̫̂̄̈̿͠ë̵̢̠͙̦̱̤̱̲͉͍ ̸̪̠͕͙͔̳̥̠͎̰̺̥̭̗̹́̓͛͐̌̇͊͘ŝ̷̢̧̨̨͖͉̖̯͉̣̱̤̭͉̹̮̱̄̈͛̓̕͜ͅę̵̟̲̬̓̔ń̸̡͔̟͍̫̱̥͉̭͇̳͐̓̀́́̑͌͐̔̇̕͘ş̵͍̭͙̰͇̈̔̔͐͌̌̆̎͆͘͜ē̸̱̞͖̮͉̺͔̠͉̗̿̃̈̃̇͗̉́̇̋͘̚͠ -̸̧̆̆

̵̼̞͉̺̿L̷̛͙̳̬͖̳̰̘̍̊͋́͛̓͐̽͗͒͂͒͋̒̚̕e̵̡̗̪̗̫͚̬̟̪̘̪͈̊̈́̃ę̷̧͈̞͎̤̩̟̭̺̫̖̦̞͈̗͚̖̏͘!̸̮̅́̅͑͆̓̄̓̅̈̂͌͐͋̑̚ ̷̨̖̺̗̼͔͚̝͙̫̳͉͕͈͕̥̬̂̂̀̀̀̌͊̎̿̑́̒̆̑́͝

*He suddenly called reaching out to him but just as quickly as he tried to get up he stumbled back grabbing his head leaning against the wall again*

w̸̡͚̱̬̮̦̪̟̼͆̈́̈́̍̅̏̇̑̿́̐́̆̈́͜ȩ̵̗̥͕̥̩̲̩͚̤͌͋̈́̓̑̅̏͑̓͝ ̵͔̒̎ p̶̹͍̜̞̫̬̻͎͒͆̂́͗̅̊̈́͂͌̋̿͗̇͌̍̋̚̕͜l̴̨̧͖͎̭͚̼͇̆̾̇̇̊̌̏͘̕ȃ̸̡̛̳̰̻̮̲̙̙̫̹̠̩̻͎͚͓̽̅̀͒̚̕ͅy̷͓̤̮̰͕̞̠͔̤̹̓͌̿̉̉̇̇͜ ̴̢̛̲͎͉̹̞̼̳̜͌͐̈́̉̍̈͂̓̓͘͜͝͠m̷̘͖͇̰̗͉̦͗͌̀̂͐̈́͋͌̚͜ͅ-̵̡̛̥̯͔̮̫̹̞̬̳̞̜̺͔͚͇̏̐̈̒̎̿ͅ ̸̱̈͂͆̂͒̏ͅm̶̨͍̯͇̖̄́͌̏̔̑̔̀̓̐͋͂͘y̴̧̭̙̮̳͔̬̳̭̜̭͎̪̖͈̹̣̰͗̅̎͋̍̆̀̔̈͂̒̊͐̀̈́̎͘͘ ̴̢̧͉̣͕̺͎͈͖̦̩͉̘̒̽͂͑̈́̈͑̎̒̇̃̈́͐͐̈́̚͘g̸̛͎̓̽̇͝a̷̢͉̪̙͈̬̣͈̦͓̍̔̌̓́̽̕͜m̵̫͉͍̿̇̌͐̈̍̀̅̕͝e̸̡̨̡̛̻̣̲͔̗̙̠͓̞͖̭̥͚̟̠͌́͑͐̈́̃͐̚͜ş̸̛͙̗͓͈̙̱̬̗̞̼̩͂̐̀̑̆͋̂̌͋̍̀̄̽̓͂͒ ̸̡̬͓̩̦̙́̆̈͛̋́̿͌̏͑̋ḅ̷̧̢͔̭̲̥͍̟͔͇͖̗͊͌̌̍̓͜͜͝ͅe̵̢̼̬͓̠̜̯̱̠̣̯͉͚͋̀͊̀͜ͅf̶̛͕̞̱̈́͛ͅǫ̸̹͇̠̙̺̝̼͋̽̐̀̃̈́̆͂̃̋̏̇ͅŕ̴̫̳̲̐e ̵̢̦̰̯͑́̓̽͆͌͂̀̅̃͆̏̋̔̂̅̽͘ ̷̡̢͍̳̮͇͇̩̹̩̩̖̫͙̱̜̄̔͌̽̽̓̇̓̉̉̊͌̏̕͜͜͝ͅr̴̨͙̹̦͙̝̻͇͇̣͇̹͑̊̅͊̎̽̓̃̓̉͛̄i̶̧̝̲̪̺̫͕͖͍͖̩̺̔̈ͅg̵͔͙̮̽̽͌̓̓͋̑̉̌̒̓͊̚͠h̵̖̠̥͚̘̹͉̞̼́̑͜t̷͕́̈͌́̀̋ͅ!?̵͎̖̾͊̈́͂̏̑̈́͛̋̒̎̌̋͑͛̓̑̅̕ ̶̬̗̋̾̒̑̆̓̿͐̍͂̂̇̌́́Ś̵̕̚â̴͈̝̤̩̭̫̞̺͉̻͙̱͍͖̖̹̆̄̂̊̆̎̕ͅn̸̹͇̩̽͛̿̽͗ḑ̵̯̯͈͙̬̜̮͔͙͈̩̞̺̉͌̀͌̓̃̊̃́͑̋̈͑̌̿͜͝y̵̛͙̹͗̓͗͊͝ ̸̨̞͇͚͎͚̥̞̮̺̹̥͇̫̇͆̈̈́͆̋͌̿́̀̐͘̚͜͜͠L̶̪̳͈̯͙͖̬̯̠̺͎͍̟̃̎̇͑̉̃̇̓̅̈́͌̌̕͜a̵̛͎̠͛̏̌̏̈́͑̔̕̚n̴̡̩̺̯͔̘͈͍͇͍͙͕͙͌̊̓̂̏̑͂̐͌̋͗̕d̶̨̧̡̢̜̱̱̪̮̄̾̎̋̅̄͘͜͜͝,̵̢̝̠̖̜̩̞̬̩̦͈̱̖̬̤͎̑̿͋͛͒̈́̑̀̄͊͘͘͜͝͝ ̸̧̛͎̤̻̱̬̮̔C̷̡̢̢̨̣̲̘̜̮͇̼͈͍͎͕̞̭̈́̽ͅͅh̵̗̥͕̹̠͙̳̩͓̲͇̩̲͈̉̀̈́̏̿͊̈̿̂é̶̛̪͖̬̖͓̥̙̻̦͚̖̔̍͌̑̀͋͂͆͋̊̎̒̈́̚͠s̸̘̻̞̲͚͍̖̗̤̥̗̜͈͉̭̲̓̾͗̽̔́̽̊̄̚͜ŝ̸͙̹̼͕̤̫̫̟̈͋̌͆͋̀̕͝͝͝,̵͎̟̞̬̃̿͐͑̌̔̈́̒͆̓̇͂́̽͜͝ ̴̢̧̠͓̰̘̖̺̻̤̠̲̼͇̗̈̀̑̕͝͠ͅC̴͋̓͗̒͂̋̐͗̽̇͛͆̓̂̇͜ṟ̶̼̜̹̉͗̉̚e̸̢̢̫̼̫͖͎̲͍̭̞̳̳͎̫͈̽͗̈́̅͐͒̏̉͒a̴͉̩̤͆͒̓̾͋͂̑͊͛̏̆͘̚͝m̸̧̡̧̥̻̬̲̼̖̲̖̪̼̭̺̾͆͂̇͌͆͝͝ͅ ̷̧̜̥͉̭͍͎͚͎̭̞̽̎̆̐̀̅͛̈C̸͔̩̦̺͖͂̊͗̓a̴̪̘̹̺͈̠̭͎̣̣͉̣̤̪̼̳̘͒̿̈͜p̴̛̛̳͎͇͔̫̞̺̫̽́̅̊̀͊͘̕͝ỉ̴̦̮͍̅̀ͅţ̴̢̧̢̡͍͎̘͎̹̻̱̣̯͖͉̓̔͌͜ã̷̛̱̘͖̿̂͐̑̌̋̔̈́͗̇̾͝͝l̷̡̨̠̖͉̹̺͈̲̮̰̋̊̿̒͗̄̈́̾̈́͐̚i̶̢̪̹̭̺̜̱̬͚̅̇̿̾͋̆̃̍̍̅ś̶͖͇͚̮̭̖̝̰̙͙̟̙̘̓̓͜t̶̙̰̘̫͇́̔̾́̂͐̀̇̽̋͐͠!̴̨͙̪̺̙͙̰̬̯̥̜̺̲͙͙̥͉̓̈́͆̂́̈́͆̐̀̑͜͜ ̶̡̖̯̳̳̘͉̗̺̼̗̖̈́͑͠Ä̵́̎̉ḻ̶̦̪͙̹̟̝̀́̓̒̓̈̌̌̄̆̔̓̓̅ļ̶̡̗̦̥̤͔̻̲̝̣͍̗̞͖̳̆̎͐̉̒̌̿̅̎͛̇̌̂̋́̈́͘̚͝ͅ ̸̠̖̊͋͐̿́̄̈͌̑̀̾́̓̓̆̑̆̉͘ỏ̵̧̢̟͓̯̞̦̟̤̰̞͊͛̀̑̀͜f̵̡̤͙͙́̏͑̈̀ ̷̬̗̮̮͕̫̪̲̯̲̭͈͚̰͕͑̀͐͗̋̈̓̀͜ͅį̵̢̛̤̥̣͎̯̑̅́̾̓͌̍̏̀͋ṯ̶͉̺̝͓͓̥̣͍̰̣͍̮͍̣̲́̓͛͊̍!̵̺̿͆̇̐̿̑͊͘̚̚ Ỹ̴̞̮͎̓̀̔ö̵̟̜̫͔͔͎́͛̑͋̇u̷̳̲͙̦̹͓̹̽̌̀̌͘ ̸̝̝̯̱̫̮̪͙̑͂̍͒̎̕͝͠c̶͍̲̑́̀͝a̵͈͉̟̗̐̔̍̕͜ṅ̸̛̥̓̂̚ ̴̭̭̝̜̭̘̺͂͒͊͌̕c̶̠̖̟̫̎́̔̓͑͛̾̀ö̶͍̙͉͇͎͚͔́͆̒̂n̵̺͎͉̭̑̑̕͜f̸̛̯̙̻̱̯̐̔͋͂̾́͋į̴̩̟͉͙̻͗̈́ŗ̶͇͓̈́͂͑͘m̴͈̰͍̤̓͜͝ ̶̨̹͋͒͘h̵̛̰̘͖̻̹̬́̏͌̊̂̅̊o̸̱̘̝͊̾̄͋̆̌̽w̵̪̙̰̰͆ ̴̗̽͜c̴̞͇͕̻̿̂̇r̵̢͈̭̥̥͚͋͛͋̐̒̐á̶́̀̎̄z̸y̷̔͆̒̾̓ ̴̡̎̉̃̑͘h̵̛̟̯̩̺̹̙́̿̔ȩ̶̨̥̬͔͈̥̀̀͛̓͘͝ ̴̟̬̑͌̀s̴͍͒͌où̵͓̱̳̤͕̻̒̽̃n̵͉̬̒ds̷̹̪̮̱̣͕͐̄͜͝

( @showstopper-homeowner)

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Chess is real. Sandyland and Cream Capitalist... aren't.

Lee rubs the back of his neck, wincing as he rubs against a small circle scar on his neck.

But... That's neither here or now. I... I'm trying to, undo this. I'm no coder, but surely I can fix this... I have to. I hate seeing you guys like this.

[glitch-parker]

B̴̹̩̣̪̏̌̾͐̈͘̕̕͘-̶̛̭̲̦̦̿̏̀͋͐͆͘͠͝͠ ̸͙̼̦̗͋́̌̐͂͌̾b̸̥̲͕́͐̍̓̚͜u̶͇͔̭̣̖̿̈́̿̾̐͗̂̽̓͜t̷̙̾̍̓̈́̐̾̊͋̂͝͠ ̵̛̦̤͕̜͇̩͖̀̋̇̓͒̾͋ͅͅẃ̵̫͚̱̘̊ę̶̛͊̓̏̿̈́͂́ ̶̥͖͈̰̩̟́̀̎̓́̑͆̌͆̑͝p̵̖̩̻̤͇͎̪̗̀͑́̉͂̂́̕͝͝ĺ̴̨̧̳͉͔͇̞̖̘̥͛͋̈́͑̈́̔̚͜͠å̴̛̤̗̲̼̺͒́͆̽y̸̨͉̥͎͉̙̩͎̗̒̏̍̚̚̕͜ͅ ̸̧̘̠̫͇͐i̷̡͙͈͚͒̐͌̇̆̎̀ţ̸̢̧̪̥̰̦̱͕͉̟̟͐́̃̊͑̇͑͆͝͝͠ ̷̲͇͊̈̍̾͘t̶̢̩̼́̏̽͆̋̄́̑͘o̶̙͖͂̃ͅǧ̵̯͎̪̬̘̣̲̮͈͗̄̍͝ḛ̵̡̡̦͕̟͚͈̹̙̐̐̀̓̈́́͌̑t̴̛͙͙̫̙̀͛̀̏͂̒͊̚͝͠h̶̉͆er̸̳͖̩̠͔̆͒̽̄͂̈́͛͂͝!̸̨̨̀ ̶̪͉͉̬̤͕̘͛T̶̠̳̜̰͚̆͗̍̉͆͜h̵͎̏̐̓̅ǎ̶̛̞t̴͗̔̋̔̂̆̈́̆͝-̷̎͋̎ ̷̬̄̈́̈͂̅̆̿̚t̵̨̧̤̪͙͈̺̹̘̱͉̟̀̆͑̈́̓̅͊̾̚̕ḥ̷̝́̋̀̒̅̈́̕͜ͅa̷̰̻̩̗̹̹͉̥̝̟̋̐̔̌̌̀̈́͛̊͊͋͜͜t̴̯̱̾̑̾ ̵̨̖͇̥͇̖͕͓̫̗̝͓́́́͊͛̎̈́̔̿͘͝ḧ̵̢̧͖̻̲̘̥́̋͑̀̆̑̽̍͛̀͠ö̴̘̱́̿́̀̌̒̎͊̀͗̚ͅw̸͖̑̈́͐͜ ̸̨̨̞̗͙̀̔̉̀̈́w̵̢̜̬̦̄́͘͜e̵̘̣͕̟̙̩̤̅͜͝'̵̧̖̟̹̲̔͝v̶̩͍̈́́̄̐̌͘ę̸͇̲͓̝͍̬͍̠͗͆̏̉̈́̓͝ͅ ̸̨͍̜̮͖̝͔͈̪̘̰̖̇͊͌̒̇͂̃̅ḅ̵̈̒̔̀̅̋͗e̴̩͚̲̩̻̻̒̉̀͛͛̆̕͜͜c̸̛̼͈̖̱̞̗̱̻͐̽̋̑́͂̈́̏̓̐͝o̶̡̧̟̝̲̫̮̤̜̟͍̽̈́͗́̏͆̑͛̑ͅm̵̻̞̉͋͂͊́͒͌̚͝ė̴̦͍͕̳͎͔̩͑́͘̕͝͝ ̶̡̛̬͈̱͉̤͔̣̋͒̽̆͂̀͝b̷̩̭̺͖͆̽̈́ę̷̨͓̲̳̳͚̞̣̟͎͂̿̽̾̆̊̀̚͜s̵̨͂ţ̷̻̄̄́͗̄̿͛̆͐e̴̛̙̬̓̎͗͆̽̒ͅs̶ f̴̧̛̳͇̟͔̼͎̩̬̜̹̀̓͜ö̴̘̱́̿́̀̌̒̎͊̀͗̚ͅ ̴̧̞͉̦̘͚̦̹̠͊͆̾f̴̧̛̳͇̟͔̼͎̩̬̜̹̀̓͜r̸̨̛̖̪̳̪̠̱͖̘̬͊̿̄̅̀̐͑̒̿͘͜ͅi̶̦̗̣̘͙̅̌́̒̿ê̸͉̞̱̬̫̟̺̩͜͝ň̷d̵̰͉̩͐̉̃̏̒́̋̆̓̐̀s̸̰͌̑̄̾̈́̏̈̈͑̀̔͠!

̵̨͍̹̳̹͉͋͆̒́̍ͅW̷̧̠̜̱̲̣̘̼̣͊̕e̴͎͕͕͓̘̰̰̎́̓̒͒ͅ ̵̼̻̫̘̐̓͑͋͜ͅp̵̨̨͕͎̫͈̠̞͕̬̱̄̑ͅl̵̒̎́͒͊a̸̪̱͗̈́̍̓̑̌̉̄̑͑͘͝y ̴͖̟͚͉̩̰͓̮̀̈̉͜ẗ̴͙̘̻̝͕̹͓̞͇́͛̄͠͝ĥ̵̞͔̘̫̻̥̻̎͒͒̆̌̚o̶͖͎̙̺̲̺̻̠͈̝̰̔̀́̇̒̽̓̎̀͋̅s̶͍̣̐̈̃ę̶̜̹̣̫̭̜̬͓̿̄̇͘͠ ̵͚̀̒̉̑͑̚ͅt̵̡̨̞̒̇͂h̶͚͙̎͆̕̚͜r̸͇̖̜͈̚ee̵̛̺̘͉̳̣͖͕̮̥͌̂̋ ̶̞͇͆̋̚͝ͅg̶̨͍̘̫̩̝͉͔̥͚͍̿͆͛̎͂͐̕͝ą̵̤͙̪̪͎̼̟̮̼̮̓͊̋̓̔̈́͗̓̉̐̕͝m̷̼̻̥̮̬̦̾̔̃̅̓̃̄̿͊͋̓͌e̸̼͕͌̿̎̋̈s̵̛̖̻̀̌̂͜ ̵̦̤͎͇̳͚̙͚̠̹̻̈́̏͂ą̸͉̻͖̞̿ņ̴͉̰͛͑͂̉́͌̕̕ḋ̶̼̤̽̍̓̂̓̅̓ ̵̨̉͛͒̏̾̓́ŗ̸̜͔̗̩̈́̌̃̽̌̎̄̈́̑̈́͠͝ͅờ̴̬͎̤͖͔̝̼͉̃̍̈́̂͆̀͒̇̚͜ͅll̵̨̡͔̹̲̳͙̣̳̬̠̣̀̆̈̚ ̸̹̱̜̯̪̀͂̒́̀́̀ ṫ̶̟̼̬̬̜͉̯̀̎̆͊̍͝͝h̷̟̗̣͇̲̭̰̏ě̴̡̩̮͙̲̏̅͋̎̍̀́̇ ̴̛͔̯͕͙̹͗̅͊̈́̔͆͌̑͝ḏ̸̢̛̭͕̱̺̬͍͚̔ͅi̷̤̟̩̫̰̗̩̜͗̀̅̇͗͊ͅc̸̡͖̮̦̼̲̠̔̎̌ë̵̜͚͎̈!̸̤͓̝͖͈͚̭͔̀̎͛͛̄͋̾͘͠͠ ̴͔̠̥̘̼̘̈́͑̇̾̍̂̀́͝͠Ţ̴̝͖̼̼̂ͅh̶͉̬̓̉̊̈̈́̀͂̂̒̚ä̸̖͖̣́̔̌͝ţ̶͓̝̱̠̱̉͒̑ş̶̢̛̰̗̻̪̻̭͈̼̮̞̇̅̊̒͒̉́̆̉̇̑ ̶̧̡̰͕͍͈̰͑t̵͓̾̈́͆͊̂͋̐͐̚͝h̸̺̆̿̐͆̓̉͂͑͘e̷͍͂̃́̀̈́̂͌̾̚ ̴̩̦̰̘̥̲̙̺͓͓̄̔̃̎̎Ȓ̷̨̟̟̙̟̗̖͕̀̇̕͜Ứ̷̛̫͉̜͖̱͙͆̈̄̃̎̀͝͠͝L̴̼̘̞̞̬̯̠̦͎͇̙͙̒̓̑͐̏Ẹ̷̤͕̭͔̪͋̉͌͑͝S̷̢̠͓̱̊̔͂͗̉̀̓ͅ!̶̼̘̺̼̼͕̟̑̂̿̒͐̑͒͝ͅ ̴̣̮̹̽̇̇͆Ỉ̷̡̛͖̰͓̰͖̲̦͛̕f̵̞̙̳̬̟̟̩͍̼̙̱͈́̾̏̄̓̕̕ ̶̧̡̛͖̻̙̗̙̠̠̰̹͇̔̽̌͑̔̌́͘t̷̮̮͙̘̙̘̼̝̫̩̩̠̋̊̑͑͒h̴̤͍̥͔̹̭̼̥́͜ḛ̸̞͚͙̮̗̬͈̫̗̮̈́̄̔̒̓͆̈́̐͒͑̕͝ý̸̜͖͍̹͔̞̺̜̦̬̓̀̃͜ ̷͍͍͉̈́̋̆͐́̕͝d̷̢̢̛̟̝͈͔͚͙̾̇̄̿͆̔̍̊͆͒͜i̸̦͗͛͊̈́̀̒͠ḑ̸̛̤̣̣̮̍́̚n̶͎̠̼̉͒̓̕'̶̧̧̗̌̎̀̓̇́̆͝t̷̛̫̭͂͛̓͆ ̵̲̓͜͝ę̸̧̖̠͕͇́̆̐̓͐͑̈́̈́͜x̸̩̭̳̪̱̖͓͎̠̲̫͐̌̅͂̃̔̐̚͘͝͠ī̶͚̝͍̖͕̤͕̳̯̦̙̥s̴͔̘̝̱͍̑̿̈́̔̎̓̓̃̀́͘͝t̸̯͙̫͎͈͕̯͉͙̗͙͂̀̆͝ ̷̡̈̐̉t̸͕̳͎̩̟͙̱̜̼̠̒̈̓̿̒̔̓̈́͐̕h̷͕̰̪͖͉̩̻̭͛̋͊͒̏̐̋̔͌̈́̕͠ȅ̷̟͋͆̉̈́̍ỳ̵̱̟͓́́́͛́̽́̕͝͝ ̴̡̙̰̤̖̥̼̝͙̒̆̃͌̄͛̈́͛̑̆̾͜͝ẅ̵̨͖̘́͠ȏ̸͓͉̱͓͍̟͆̎̀u̴̘͎͚̻͑̀̾͂́͌͐͛̒l̶̛̩͍̗̖̬͈̥̗͔̻͔̹̿̀͑͛̅̽̂̊̅ḑ̵͚̪̲̄̒͋̀͂̏͊̓̀̉͜ ̶̭͉̖͚̆͛͂͌̐̃́͆͑͘̕͠b̷̼̼̤̫̤̄͗͒̍̑ę̶̻̲̭̰̗͍͍̱̻͖̹̾͆̓̇͝ ̵̦̗̞̀̿̿̈́̂͒̆̄̄̈͝n̵̛̦̬͓̙͚̲̟̣̟̞̣̉͆͋̇̃͘̚͝͝͝o̶̡̡̡̙̖̰̭̔͗-̷̧̯͇̩̹͍̱̜̜͐̅̒̏̆̿̋̆̍̑̕

̴̨̢̥̲͎̮̗͉͖̻̬͍͐̓̎̈́͊͒̆͒͌͋̈́N̶̘̳͖̮͛̆́̊̂̈̓͑͊o̵̧͖̪̪̍̄̂̄͆̈̈́͜͝ ̴̖̖͕͍͔̥̯̊͋́ͅŗ̷̖͓̙͇̠͍̓͆́̒̒͂̿́͒͘͝͠ủ̶̧̧͚̱̼͇̹͇̫̳͉l̷͍͑̋̀̔̽̓͠e̵̛̫̬̻̼̹̣͚͔̘̾̓͑̓́̈̆͋͋́s̷̢̧̯̜̺̼͊̏̋̽̀̐͜͝!̸̙͍̺̠̰̮̿̔͗̽͠͠͝͝..

[deactivated-blog]

I... Made choices. Pressed buttons.

// i pressed the buttons

Shut up.

// damn okay

[glitch-parker]

Ţ̴̳̩̫̝̝͕̒̀̐͆̎͌̆͂̒͝ḧ̶͖̔͋͛̋ę̵̪̲͎͚͙̜̼̩̦̊.̷̡̧̖̠̬̙͕̟̰̈̈́̆͒͊.̴̻͋́͛͒͆̎̓̃̚.̶̪̯̞͕͈̼͍͖̝̺͐͆gã̸̧̧̺̱m̶̢̩̘̤͙͙̮̹̾ͅe̷̥͇͒̽̈̽̈́̽̅̓͘s̴̢͓̥̥̼̼̿̄͒̈́ ̷̞͚̪̲̙̙͕̐̃̈́̋̀̚d̸̡̛̖̹̼̖͕̉̀̓̃̋̌͐͘̚į̶̣̙͎͙̻̇̅̅̎́̒̍͐d̴̥͊̀̀n̴͚̬͓͕̞̭̘̻̤̓̿̃̽̋̑̕'̷̗̫͙͛t̴̞̙͇͕̫̯̯́̈́̈͜ ̸̞̭͎͕̱̲̻͕̝̊͛͒̈́͛̍͘̕̕͠h̷̡͙̱͎͙́̆̋͝a̸̧͐̋̈́̈́̌͋́̚v̶͔̬͇͑̇͋̉͂ḛ̵̬͚̜͂́͒͛̆ͅ ̵̞̅̔̉̀͂̾b̴̗͛̍̈́ȕ̴͓͙̜͖̋̕ẗ̸̢̮͖̭̲̽͐͊͘ẗ̸̯́̀̔͆̒̑ó̴̡̖̬̠̝̲̝̘̓̆̕ň̷̡̜̼͔̯͔̻̈́̒s̶̱̣̘̑.̷̰̾̈́..̷̰̾̈́

[deactivated-blog]

Yeah, but the game I'm playing,

Lee gestures around the house.

Does have games.

[glitch-parker]

.̶̨̟͑̽̽͋͆̿͆ͅͅ.̵̇̌̈́́. ̶̫͉͓͎͍̳̰͔͛̂̈́͆̎̓͌̅̂͒̚W̵̢̧̼̰̫̜̟̘̟̭͖̝͕͍̫͌̓̒̉̍ḩ̸̛̳͚̳͙̥͔̫̳̈́̒̾́̌͗̽ą̵̻̲̺͈͍̗̥͉̮̹̓͒̏́ͅt̴̺͈̝̮͈͉̗̦͚̝̻͊̋͋̀͛̾̀̐̑̊?̴̛̦̦̝͇̩̯̣̞͇̑̎̚

*He quickly looks around*

[deactivated-blog]

// DAWG throw me we said games instead of buttons

Motherfu- Buttons. Sorry. Misspoke. But, uh... You can't see them from your end.

[glitch-parker]

...̵̜̩̇̌̈́́̌͊̿̇́̚͠͝

W̵̢̧̼̰̫̜̟̘̟̭͖̝͕͍̫͌̓̒̉̍ḩ̸̛̳͚̳͙̥͔̫̳̈́̒̾́̌͗̽ą̵̻̲̺͈͍̗̥͉̮̹̓͒̏́ͅt̴̺͈̝̮͈͉̗̦͚̝̻͊̋͋̀͛̾̀̐̑̊?̴̛̦̦̝͇̩̯̣̞͇̑̎̚

*It didn't help his confusion*

[glitch-parker]

(( @showstopper-homeowner hello?))

[deactivated-blog]

// ack! so sorry, we've been so busy >.<

...I, uhm. Don't know how else to describe it...

[glitch-parker]

*He's not satisfied with that answer. He tries to think of something to say, but he can't he curls back against the wall again holding his head. he was muttering something but the glitching made it too hard to tell*

[deactivated-blog]

Parker...?

Lee crouches down to Parker's level, concern all across his face.

I-I know it's a lot to process...

[glitch-parker]

*He seem to keep muttering until Lee said the last part where he stopped. He looked up feeling betrayed processing it was all true. All of it. His glitching got worse obscuring him completely. He presses himself closest to the wall he could his voice was loud, yelling, but impossible of what. Despite Lee only being at his level and not touching Lee's body started to glitch. It was mild not painful but not pleasant*

[deactivated-blog]

Lee pulls himself away from Parker, panic visible in his eyes.

Parker!

He searches around for his phone, trying to access the settings. If he could use that to bypass into the code, surely he can-

A glitch wracks up Lee's own arm as he tries to press the settings button on his phone.

Ow...

Lee shakes off the glitch, glaring at his phone. His computer might have better luck, then...

I-I'm gonna fix this, Parker. I'm going to take care of the glitches. I promise.

He dashes out of the attic and downstairs towards the attic. He has so much to fix and so little time to fix it. Lee doesn't know how much worse the glitching could get, but it could get real bad real quick.

[glitch-parker]

*the glitching on Lee's body stops when he gets away from Parker. Parker only hear the hurry steps leave the attic. His vision blurred from the glitching mess. Everything hurts that it started to numb. He quietly said something but not moving much.*

// Should... Should I do something?... Lee just bailed on us....

( @nat-20-on-perception yes we're back and still doing this)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance hums, responding to you.]

Lee isn’t bailing, they’re… trying to help. They have a method that… that me and Holly are against. Maybe… you can give Parker something to comfort him a bit? All of the mods seem to be able to do that, so… maybe you can try? I’ll do what I can too, since all of that glitching has to be painful…

[Chance looks at Parker, his voice soft as he reaches out, putting a hand where he could only assume was Parker’s shoulder.]

Parker? Can you hear me?

[glitch-parker]

*Parker heard everything. Even before Chance started to talk to him. He didn't want to question what or who he was talking to. Probably a voice, a voice that wants to comfort him at least perhaps if he wasn't feeling so bad he would be grateful. He doesn't do anything for a moment before looking up. It was impossible to tell from all the glitching which was spreading to chance a bit from being in proximity. The glitches just kind of move to giving the vague idea that he was looking at Chance along with some glitchy words as some sort of reply.*

//I don't exactly know what to do tho or how to comfort him. The most I know how to do is mess with his code I doubt pausing him for another month would help any))

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance just smiles. Even if he can’t hear Parker’s reply, it was a good sign that he was trying]

I need you to breathe, okay? Try to calm yourself, and… I’ll be right here with you. I’m sure Lee will come back up here eventually with something that can help in some way, even if it’s just temporary. Once you’re calm, you… can ask me any question you have. Even if I don’t have an answer, I’m sure those little voice friends of ours will have something they can tell me that will help me answer you.

[glitch-parker]

*He hugs his knees closer curly more into himself. He says something*

//sorry to disappoint but I'm not too sure what I can do... Cupid! It's been a while since you were in the conversation do you have ideas?))

(*She has absolutely no shame putting them on blast even almost seeming like they're expecting an answer return despite this being rude*)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance laughs a bit, before sitting closer to Parker.]

I’m right here, okay? Just breathe.

//Oh! What about uhhh-

[After a moment, there’s some flowers in the room, mostly near Parker.]

//Boom! A bunch of bright flowers to try and make him happy!

[Chances voice is a whisper as he looks over to where he can see the two eyes representing the mods.]

Will that even work-?

//Of course it will! And if I find he has a favorite, I’ll find a way to put more of those!

okay-

[Chance clears his throat, looking at Parker to see if it helped.]

[glitch-parker]

*Parker doesn't seem to notice the flower at all but the flower definitely reacts to Parker as the flower glitchs very heavily. Parker says something to Chance still unaware he's not being heard*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance sighs softly]

Parker, I… can’t hear you. That’s why I’m trying to help you calm down, so that I can hear what you’re telling me.

[Chance picks up one of the flowers instead, showing it to Parker.]

These are- these are from one of the voices, the one I call Cupid. Apparently the really like flowers-

[glitch-parker]

*The glitching on the flower now starting to spread to Chance even getting closer to Parker seems to make it worse for both of them as well but it doesn't seem to spread more than where it is. He seems to see the object but he didn't react. His blurry vision made it hard to see, and when he try to focus it hurt his head. He started to put his head back down. Parker tries to say something at a higher volume.*

//at least you tried. More than I can say I can do right now...)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance winces at the glitching, but he doesn’t let himself react too much. Instead, he reaches to try and hug Parker.]

It’ll be okay, okay? Try to breathe with me, I’m with you, I’ll help.”

//Yeahh- maybe it’ll help more once he’s less glitchy-

[glitch-parker]

*He shuts up when he feels the embrace. The glitching was all over Chance now almost as bad as Parker's but less obscuring yet he seems to cling to Chance. Hugging back tightly*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance winces again, but he doesn’t let go. Not when he can tell it’s helping. He doesn’t make an attempt to talk, knowing words couldn’t do much when you couldn’t understand the person you were helping. So he just holds onto Parker.]

[glitch-parker]

*After a moment he can hear his rugged glitching breathing. After a few deep breaths his glitching seems to lessen intern also doing the same for Chance still hurting but a little less now.*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance offers a little smile, talking quietly. His voice glitches a bit, but it’s understandable at least.]

S̴͉̀e̸̊ͅè̶̹?̵̟̇ ̴̢͝Y̶̩̆o̶̺̔ȗ̵͜’̵̧͒ṟ̵̊e̶̡̒ ̸̝͝o̷̳̿k̴͉͒ặ̴y̶̛̱.̴̼̽ ̵̩͒I̵̱͗’̸̼̇m̴̰̓ ̶̳͐h̵̠͗é̶͍r̵̢͂e̷͉̓ ̷̱͐w̶͖͝i̷̯̊t̴͉̑ẖ̶͝ ̸̻̇ỳ̴̘o̶͍̒u̴̝͆.̴̖̅

//This is actually pretty sweet.

[glitch-parker]

*He doesn't say anything back still hugging. Since he was more visible now Chance could see Parker look at him with glitchy eyes then going back to burying his head into his shoulder. After a sec Chance felt something else not the glitching, not his face, but something wet, tears. A lot of them. It almost seemed like he was crying before, but you couldn't tell because of the glitching*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance juries softly and holds Parker tighter, hugging him close and whispering quietly. His voice seemed to come out clearer when he spoke quieter.]

it’s okay, you can cry. I’m right here.

[glitch-parker]

*He sniffles a little but doesn't seem to cry more quickly wiping it on his shoulder before he giving a heavy sigh. Breathing deeply.*

Ṃ̸̢̢̻͙̗̠͚͒͛͂̐͑̏̒̋͆͐͊̃́͌́̿̋̋͑͝ẏ̵̢̛̪̰̭͍̜̪̙̞͙̱̓̐́͆̏̕͘͜ ̶̢̡̣̬̙̺̪͓̙̣̻͇̊͗͊̈́̾̄̒͐̕͜͠ͅh̵̨̧̛̦̲̲͍̜̺͙̝̱̫̬̺̐͗͒͑̓͗͒̾̈́̊̑͑̈́̚̚͝ͅe̶̻̙̩͈̺͊͗͂͗̅̌́̄ą̷̹̭̫͉̼̥̪͇͖͙͍̓̑̑̑͐̑̔̈́́̾̑̎̈́͝ͅḍ̵̛̛̛̖͙̺̙̟̜͕̝̻͍̹̪̻̈̆̐̋̇̆̄̀̃͝ ̵̢̝͎̰̙͎̩̱̙̫̝̫͇̪̣͎̲̻͔̦͕̒͋͗͒̇̈̆̅̃̋̅̂́̀̔̎͂̏̈́͌͘͜͠ḩ̶̡̢̛͖̰͎̜͈͎̦̣̦̰͍̘̦͉͉͔͇̬̿̽̌̀̂̐͑̄̈́́̔̑͑̓̉́͗̔̀̚͠ͅu̷̩̭̫͖̱͇̘̇̀̎͗̈̌͛r̵̢̡̠̲̦͙͕͍̬̩͚̍̾͗͆̅̊̎̽̄͆́͒̎̑͌̽̚͜͜t̶̘̖̥̙͚̺̮̞̯̼̮͖̫̤̜͒͂̒ş̴̛͉̤͚̬͈̦́̒̓̏͋̔̆̎̏͆͘̚͝͝.̴̩̮̓͛͋̍̇̅̊̐͊̀̊̈̽̎̚͝.̷̧̧̬̒̀̏̀̚.̸̧̖̜̥̗̝̖͔̳̫̝̂̾͆̅͑̔̑͂

*He lets out a groans*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance nods.]

I̵̖̕ṯ̸͊’̷̦̉s̴̤̑ ̸̪̑ḡ̸̮ó̴͍i̷̠̊ṅ̷̺g̷͙͠ ̸̛ͅt̸̨̂ó̸ͅ.̴͑ͅ ̵͚͘W̷͔͑ỉ̴̬t̷̳͛h̴̛̜ ̷̱͗w̴͙͌h̸̢͌a̷̻͛ṭ̶͗ ̷̪͋m̶̪͠ę̶̇ ̸̝̇a̵̦͝n̴̥̓ḋ̴̙ ̶͖̅L̷̮͝e̴̤̒e̷͎͑ ̸̨͋ẗ̷̜́o̵̞͂l̵̀͜d̴̪͊ ̵̬͌ẙ̶̜ó̵͜u̷̡͠,̴̟͋ ̷̙̔a̴̻͊n̵͖̊y̵̰̾ ̴͇́m̵͝ͅe̷̋͜n̸͎̄ṱ̶̊i̶̗͋ò̶͉n̴̲͛ ̴̨̆ȯ̴̲f̴̱́ ̸͇͋i̷͇͆ẗ̴̲́ ̴͎̾c̶̖̑à̸̹u̶͠ͅs̴͓̈́e̷̙͒s̴̺̑ ̴̠͝h̸͉̓e̵̢̋a̴̞͠d̴̗̍ä̶̝́c̸̢̄h̴̛̳ë̸͉́s̴̡̉.̷̠̀ ̶̤̇I̸͇͠…̴̩̃ ̶͙͝f̷͚̿ỏ̸̼ŕ̵͈g̸̦̾o̸̱͝t̶̜̓ ̸̛͕a̸̝̚b̶͍̎ȯ̴̢ṷ̷͊t̶̰͑ ̷̜̈t̷̨͐h̵̢̀ȁ̶͇t̷̙̓ ̴̧̔w̶̤̉h̷̖͗ë̸̡n̵̥̐ ̸̳́I̶̩͊ ̷̱̕w̵͇̒a̷͖̒ṣ̵̛ ̸̟̔t̶̙̐ě̴̱l̸̜̈ḷ̶̇i̶͓͌n̷͑͜g̴͕̑ ̷̏ͅy̵̝̒ó̷̝u̸͎͘.̴̲͐ ̴̤̒T̵̳̊h̵̲̓e̵͇̔y̶̖͂’̷̜̓l̴̪̉l̵̮̈ ̵̞̎g̶̦͒o̴̞͆ ̷͓́a̴̤͝w̸̩̌à̸̱y̸̘̔ ̸̝̓š̶ͅo̵̜̾ǒ̵̝ǹ̶͇,̸̠͗ ̵͖͐Í̸̠ ̴̗͆ṗ̷̜r̸̺͌o̶͈̚m̴̳͒i̶͈̕s̴̪̚ę̶̆.̶̬̈́ ̶̳͝T̸̢̃h̷͎̃e̴̛̜ỳ̷̳ ̸̪̌n̵͔̂e̶̼͊v̴̞͗ę̶̃r̴̩̐ ̶͖͠s̴̝͘t̶̼̿a̷͓̿y̴̜̅ ̸̜͠f̵̹̈́o̶̢̔r̶̹̽ ̴͈̌l̸̞̉ô̷̺ń̴̞ġ̸̳

[He offers a comforting, almost sheepish smile.]

[glitch-parker]

*He doesn't say anything for a moment*

Ỷ̴̡̢̙̬̲͇̯̝͍̹̞͎̜͕̤͉̗̈́́̎̽͜o̴̧̨̰̮͙̮̦͚̬͖̱͐͜ͅù̶͙̼̙̆̈́̄̅̅̉̂͋͐̈̈́̈́́̑̕͘͝ ̵̲̦̟͎͙̫͕̗̻̖̻͖̥̞̔̿͑̈́́̈́̈́̄͒͋̕̚̕̚͝͝ͅş̵̢̰̲͖̬̙̞̮̭̝̣̗͈͛o̷̡̧̭͉̠͍̳̮̦͉̞̞͖̻̘̣̙̖͌͋͂͗̔̌̓̓̏̋͛́́͛̏̐͘̚͠͝͠ū̴̡̞͙͙̗̬̐̆͊̽̀́͌̕̕̚n̵̨̨̡͈̟͈͖͈̥͖͙̮̱̗̞̙̭̞͑͛̊̈́̑̍͜ͅͅḑ̸̧͖͉̜̱̼̬̭̫̪̖̾̃̈́̍́̅̾̅̇̎̕͝͠ͅ ̶̘̫̻̣͇̈̽̓͊̈͘̚w̶̛͍͈̯͋̋̇̈́̆̏͛̕͘ē̴̫̱̥̯̫̮̩͖̻͔̥͈̞̓̆͂̐̑̋̉͂̐͋̈̄͂̚̚̚͠ͅi̸̲̪̯͎̭̣̬̲̦̫̼̎̉̏͐̈́̓͋̀̊̓͘͝͝͝͠r̶̖̻̥̀̄͌̾̃́̆̽͋͐͒̈́̈͛͜d̸̛̛̪͇̾͛͂̊̈́̔̈́͂̐̈̒̆̊͛̿.̸̢̛͎͙͎̭̘̙̟͖̘̐̈́̔̈́̓̀̽͂́͝

*The reply was so blunt it almost seemed comical*

//kill this man. I swear to god.))

(*the voice was quiet but not because they were whispering it sounded more like they were far away*)

*Another pause before he said something else*

.̴̧̨̧̯͎̟͙̣̜̰̳͔̲̞͍͇͍̺̎̈́̋.̵̧̛̫̘͇̱̠̦̼͕̩̯̘̺̥͍̘̳̝̳̞̟̳̝̮̾̃̂̏̐̒͂̔́̈́̅̿͠.̸͔͙̰̙͕͚̤̳̰͈̺͕̣̣̏͊͗̌͛̍́̇̑̌̔̃̍̓̀̈́̾̇̍͌̿̅͜͠ ̶̡̧̲̱͚̪͉̻͎͖͎̹̪̣͋͒̂́̏̈́͗̈͊̾̈́̎̇́̇͠ I̴̡̨̦̙̥͈̪̮͍͉͍͕̓̊̾̚s̴̢̡̡̡̼̳̘͍̥̰̮̞̝̙̞̯̦̮̬͓̀͑́̔̓̏̉͂̎͑̀́̊̿͝ͅ ̷̧̩͚̝̟̲̻̟̗̤̬̺͒̃͊͋́̎̐̈̽͝͝͠͝͝i̴̲̗̪̞̩͔̟̞̲̪͖̦̓́̀͆̇̑͌̈́̊͆̓̉̉͌͂͝͠͝͠ͅͅt̶̹̞̤̘̅͗̿ͅ ̷͚͔͉̞̦͚̘͇̙̺̳̻͂̈̕͜ͅä̴̧͕͔̩̰̱͎͍̭̝̦̗̞͕̰͔̰̘̰́̈́͐̑̈́̿́͑̂́̀̌̑̆͌̃͂̾̏̈̄͘̚͝l̸̨̼̘̯̟͖̙̮̠̪̙͈̥̓̎̎̀̔ l̵̪̬̻̰̯̗̻̳̜͓͕̤̰̰̭̐͋̈́̅̅̎͊͛̐ͅ ̶̗͓̪͔̣̞̙͙̄̑͛́̄̾͑̉̈́͝t̵̹̪͓̲̺̀̈́̒̿̾͆͒͊͌̾r̵̛̤̤̦̽̒́̅͑̈́͛̃́́͛̋́̃͒͘̚u̴͔̰̓̒̿̅̿̈̉̈́e̶̙̅̄̉̄?̵̙̘͉̼̜̓̀̃͑͑͑̄̈̾̏̒̋̓̈̒̑̔͠

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance nods.]

Ÿ̷̠́ȇ̸̡a̸̧̿h̵͓̚.̵̺̍ ̸̱̈́Ī̷̹…̸̞͗ ̷̭͆w̴̨̔a̴̬̕s̴̰̕ ̶͚͂r̵̼̓e̵͉̿l̴̏͜ų̵͑c̴̤̎t̸̞́a̶̪͌n̴̑ͅṭ̶͋ ̵̢̚t̴͓́ǒ̷ͅ ̵̎ͅt̴̥̎ė̶͈ḷ̷͛l̸͔͗ ̵̞͌y̵̬̿o̵͕͝ů̷̧,̶̺̎ ̶̖̈́b̴̧̽ẹ̷̓c̸̮͗a̶͛ͅu̷̻͒s̸̱̀ë̸͖́ ̷̛͈Ḯ̶̠ ̷̪͑w̴̺͛à̷̼ș̶̐ ̴̣̔w̸̛͕o̸̝͊r̵̤̽r̵̈́͜ǐ̶̻ȇ̵̘ḍ̸́ ̶̲͠ỹ̷͕o̵̢̐u̸̅͜’̷̲̅d̷̘́ ̶̛̝b̶͉̓ė̷͍ ̷͓͌á̴̧n̴̟͊ĝ̷ͅr̸̙̂y̷̦̍ ̴͔͆ỏ̸̜r̶͉̽ ̵̪͛s̸͎̊o̸͖͌m̴̪̈́e̴̦̓t̶̓ͅh̵͙̉į̵̐ń̸͕ǧ̶̤.̸̠̃ ̸͖̈́B̴̮͌ų̷̌ț̵̚ ̶̝̇y̷̼͊e̷̦̽á̸͓h̴̢̊,̴̣͂ ̸͇̈í̵ͅt̴͕̃’̶̝͆s̸̢̔…̶̺̓ ̵͓͌ȉ̷̱ţ̸̎’̶̭̇s̷̺̀ ̶̪͋t̵͖̀r̵͕̾u̷͙̅e̴̠͘.̵̯̓ ̵̹͋I̴̥̒-̸͍̇ ̸͇́Ȉ̶͎ ̴͋͜k̵̩̓n̷̦̋ȯ̸ͅẅ̸͕́ ̴̙̒ḭ̴͛t̶̤̑ ̵̳̔s̴̯̓ǒ̴̞u̶̺͑n̵̰͠d̴̡̒s̴̖͋ ̴̢͂č̷͙ŗ̴͂ā̶͎z̸͔̉ÿ̸͇́,̴̟̊ ̴͍̔i̵̮̾t̷̫̿’̵̧̓s̷̞̽ ̴̪͊g̵̨͆ō̵̢ḯ̵͈n̴͉̈g̷̪͂ ̸̠̈́t̴͔̂o̷̥̎ ̶̜͋s̵̘̀ȯ̴̥ǔ̸̩n̶͙̕d̵͓̋ ̷͓̒c̷͔̓r̴͔̄a̶̻͝z̷̟͗ŷ̶̢,̵͙͝ ̶̳̒b̵͌͜u̷̠̅t̴̗͝ ̸̮̆h̸̭̕ō̸̺w̷̜͠ ̷͈̂d̷̡̆o̶͓͑ ̵͚̒ÿ̶̱́o̴̦͝ű̷͈ ̴̝̏t̶̺̒h̶̝͐i̸̖͌n̵̖͂k̵̲̔ ̴̫̈́Ĩ̸͙’̴̬͑m̸̯̐ ̷͔̈ă̴̼b̷̠̾l̷̇͜e̶̩̍ ̷͎́t̵̩̉o̵̪͘ ̵̝͆d̸̝͝i̶̞̾r̷͇͆e̶̤͌c̷̘̈́ţ̷͠l̴̫̍y̵͉͛ ̵̝̇t̷͖̍ã̴̝l̶̯̿k̸̯̏ ̴̨̐t̷̢̅ô̸̢ ̷̦̿s̷̢͐o̶̩̐m̴̘̆e̴̺͝ ̴̦̎p̷̜̆e̶̮̒o̷͚͒p̷͈͋l̵̯͂e̵̝͆ ̶͉̀y̴̘̾ó̵̧û̵̟ ̸̙̽c̷̕ͅȃ̵̦n̴͕̊’̴̟͒t̵͉͐ ̴̢̒e̷̝͊v̶̬̿e̶͎͆n̸͚̄ ̶̬͗h̶̨͒e̷̢̎a̸̰͝r̴̳͛?̷̟̊

[He laughs softly, but it’s mostly to try and lighten the mood.]

[glitch-parker]

S̴̑̉̽̈̌͒͝ø

*His glitch spiked as he hesitated*

A̴̧̡̛̻̼̤̭̹͇̙͎̮͛̈̏̈͋̀̾͋͌͌̓̓̓̓̈́̆̾̑̐͌̿̆͘̚͠͝ͅͅl̵̰̦̯͙̬̰͊̔̂̄̿̈́̉̈́́͒͑̒̾͂̅̿̂͝͝l̷̢̢̧̛̰̠̦̺̯̫͔̯̪̳̫̱̣̺̜̯̈́̃̍̐͌̈́́́̌͌̾̑͝͝͝ ̵̝͕̂̿͌̈́̑͒̆̐͌́̾̓́̋̾̇͌̂̃̕ͅo̴̧̡̧͕̘̙̰̟̻̘̪̘̟̻͂̉̓̍͗͐̍̃͗̃̈́̑́͘̚ͅf̶̢̛̮̰͚͔̹̞̯̻̠͈̘͈̰͓͈̤̖̠̝̝͇̤̳̤̑̇̌̓̔́͛̒̏̃͋͌͆͛̾͂̓͊̕͝͝ͅ ̶̡̢̧̢͔̳̜̝͈̦̱̗̞̖̟̤̗̣͉̩̪̫̪͔͓͙͖̹̲̐̽̒̂̊̀͊̂͊̉̾͌́̽̊̌̊̍̑͑͒͌̆͋̏͛͜͜͝m̵̰̼̝̹͍͚̯̼̱̲̖͔̈́͗̐̏̌͛̈́̔̈́͋̀̐͘̚͝͝͠ý̴̡̡̧̱̹̣͍͉̟͎̣͚̬̦̩͈̠̹͉̱͈͈̱͓̼̦̪͒͛̌͊̅̅̓̍̐͆͑̐̈́̕͜͠͝ͅͅ ̷̹͇͔̗͕̫͓̪̼̉̏̅́͠b̶͚͕̻̮̥̞̪̯͚̘͈͚̼̺̰̪̹̩̳͍̍̓̐͑̽̅̍͊̅̄̇̒̈̓͆̿̓͜͝͝͝ǫ̷̛͆̾̑̊̊̉͛͐͛̔̇̔́̈̂͛̐̏̽͗̒̀̓̈́͂̏͘̕͝͝͝͝͝͠ą̶̢̡͕͖͙̱̖̖͗͆̓͠r̴̮̪̗̳̳̜̂̃̿̇͊͐͒̈́̃͂̾̌̽͗̂̆̓̍͑ḑ̴̨̢̛̛̺̳͔̮̗̹̝̥̲̝̺͕̮̦̜̟͔̳͎̻̀̇̒͂͒̅͒̋́̅̐͛̀͆́͋̃͑͆͌̄͑̉̏̉̀͒͑͂̈͌̈́͝ ̵̊͑̊̃̋͐̃̄͒̈́͂̆͑͗̒̿̋̔͒̔̇͐̀͒̅̈́͗͘͜͝͝͠͝ğ̷̫̥̪̙̞̰̭̦̲̜̙͇̎̽͗̀̉̐̎̓͆͗̋͆̈́̀̊͆̚͜͝a̸̢̛̠͉̱̬͍̟̻̞͉̺̣̠̯͈̲̰̤̱̝̦̤̠͉̜̟̯͙͕͗̈̈̈̃̀͆͂̅̀̈̂̈͐̍̌̋̇͋̃͘̚͝͠͠͝m̸̳͓̘͎̬̻̹̝̯͌͛͑͐̀̄̉́̓͆̈̓̇͒̊͌̃̃̃̓͋͊̒̔͋́͘͠ͅę̴͍̘̞̺̰̠̤̝̭̟̞̠̬̮͓͖̹̬̀̔̄͂̎͌͑͘͜͝͠s̷̨̗̼̭͙̜͔̱̮͍̅̌̀̈́̿̐̎͋̚̚̚͠ ̸̢̡̢̧̟̺͔̯̭̮̯̹̥͂̃͗̀͗͋̆̇͆̀̆̆̂͊̉̎̒͒̃̃̓̑̈̀̌̏̒͜͝͝͝͝a̵̢̧̛͙̖̩͓̦̼̬̭̰̱̪̩̥͍̜͙̹̲͚̠̝͎̬͐̃̎̊̆́͋̂́̏̈́̐̔̈́͜r̸̛͉̹̗̥̜̺͕̤̥̪͚͈̹̣̼͚̟̦̃͑̎͐̀́͐͒́̄̿̑̾̉̅͝e̴̡͓̬̩̦̮̲̣̣̪̻̩̞̬̝̯͓̳̰̰͓͓̯͓̲̍͋̇͛͑̀̈́͘.̵̨̡̧̧̢̢̧̠̬̰̰͕͚͇̲̫̻̥̩̻̭̘̞͈̲̫̳̪̜̽̔̎͗̀͌̎̾͋͒̌͌͐̀̿͗͌̎̒̊̈́͛̓͋̾̇̓͛̈́̇͘͝͝.̵̛̳͎̱͆͋̌̈̆̀̌͛̉͐͠.̸̪̯̭͋͊̀̾͝

*He didn't dare to finish that sentence*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance sighs.]

Y̵̝̓e̸͖̒á̸̙h̴̬̊…̸͙̔ ̵̗͑I̶̖͗’̶̰͝m̷̪̽ ̸͈͠s̵̱̒o̶̬̿r̴̥̊ȑ̴̭y̸̧͗.̵͜͠ ̵̣̾B̵̰̊ủ̵͓t̴̋͜,̴̛͕ ̸͈̔m̶̫͌y̷̧̔ ̴͎̇o̵̱̒f̴̥̓f̸͚͝é̴̩r̵̪͗ ̵̹̾s̸͎̎t̷͖̕i̷̳͗ľ̴̲l̷̩̀ ̵̼̋ṡ̵͜ṱ̸́ȁ̶͖n̸͚͝ď̴͖s̷͍̋,̵̘̉ ̷̧͗ẇ̸͍ḙ̸̓…̵̫̆ ̵̩̇w̵͉͝ḙ̸͝ ̵̡̈́ç̸̈ǎ̶̙n̵͇͛ ̵̪̊ẗ̵̟́ŕ̴̩ÿ̷̖́ ̶͉͘ṱ̶̅ǒ̸̩ ̷̫̈r̵̦̋ȇ̴͈c̴̩͐r̷̤͐e̷͇͝ḁ̵̃t̴͔̐ẻ̴̪ ̷̼͘t̷̗̋ḣ̵͈e̶͕̍m̸͉͠ ̵͎́o̵̞͝u̵͔͠t̸͎̕ ̶̼͝õ̶͇f̴̞̚ ̸̢̇c̵̦͌á̵͜r̴͙̆d̷̾͜b̷̥͝o̸͎͗ȧ̵͖ṙ̴̮d̷̪͝!̵̭͒

[He smiles nervously, hoping the offer could ease Parker a little.]

[glitch-parker]

D̸̨̢̧̡̡̺͚̲͔̹͉̭̼̼̼̺͈͖̬̙̼̗̩̈̃̾̊͂́̀̄̉̅͗͑́̃͂̇͐̀̍̇̀͜ͅó̵̧̫̟̤͚̰̘̲̪̘̭̩̎̃͛͒̽̀̂̊̿̑̉̽̓͂̊͊͂̏̈͊͘͝ͅş̴̨̢̣͕̝̞͈̬̭͛̈́ͅe̷̡̢̡̛͙͓̞̼̣̱̞̟̳̳̳͈̦̦̲͈̘̺̦̲̠̤̲̅̆̋̓̀̈́̋̂́̿̀̿͑̈́͗͂́͑̂̎͝͝ͅͅ ̴̘͍͍͖̞̬̗͚̠̭̳̤̟͉͉͖̝̅́̃̀̐̉͊̀̿͑̀͛̾́͑̎͆̈̓͗̕͘̕͘͜͝ͅt̸̢̡̢̬̠̟̙͈͎̦̝̩̮͔̝̤̤̖̼̜͍̜̼͔̻̩̰̠̩͇̝̗̟̾̐̍̈̉͐̄̓̎̇̈́͑̕͜͠͝͠͠h̶̛̛̼̪̝͑͛͑͐̌͗̈́̓͘a̶̧̡̢̛̦̜̳͎͓̗̱̯̲̗̯̬̘͈̖̟̝̘̓̂̏̃̈́̈́̾͋͂̏͊̅͒̉̑̚̕͜͝͝t̴̢̢̢̛̩̰͕̥̪͖̗̤̰̜͕͈̫̖̝̀̍̇̀̽̐̽̑͌̒͌͑̈́̇͆͌̅̓̄̋͘͘̚͘͜͝͝ͅ ̸̡̧̨̧̳̜̝̣̣͚͎͈͓̫̻̙̭̼͔̟͖̥͓͓̥͇̉̐̊̓̇̕ͅͅm̷̢͍͓̠̻̜͕̳̭͉̬͙̲̮͓̘̤̖͖̘̹͓͍͈̳̫͔̫͈͍̱͉̿̀̆̒̽̑̐̓̑͂̄̈́͂͑̆̋̾̓̃̈́̉̄̚̚̕̚̕͜͠͝ê̷̛̲̭̹̠̥̙̔͌̓̎̀̔͌̒̒͌̔̓̿̊̄̄̑̽̒͘̚̚͠͝͠ͅä̶̧̦̪̻͖̣̘̗̺̲̜̝͑̀̒́̊̃̄̐͂͒͊̋̚̚͠n̶̢̛̤͇͎͓̦̲̾̓̆̂́̀̃̔͑̎̍͐̉̃̑͊̄̉͘͘͝͝͝ ̸̦̠̠͎̰̙̤̼͇̣͓͇̳͚̯̥̋͒͒́̈́́̋̄̄͝m̷̛̛̜̫͈̭̬̗̙͖̩͈͓̈͂̎͒͂̊͌̇̅͒͛̆̊͂̈́͋̇̊̈́̔͌̂̔̉͊͒͛̑̚̕̚͘͠y̵̡̢͎̥̬͓͖̱̗̪̔̿͑͐̓̚ ̷̨̨̡̨͕͍̪͙̖̝̫̳̻͈͕̻̖̪̟̪͖̻̜̳̰͒̋̅̑̎̃̈̋̚͜͝͠ͅͅr̴̡̢͓͔̣̮͉͙̦̰̞̞͇͎͖̬̳̪͙̪̟͙͍͉̳͉̺̫̞̄͑͛͛͜͜͜͜͝u̸̧̨͕̪͖̞̻̺͉̬͍̻̻̫͓̯̭̜̝̰͇̝̹̣̱̲̮̜̣̮̐̔͛̓̇̓͊́͌̓̆̂̓͂̾̃̈͛̉͌͆̋̄̉̈̕̕̕͘͜l̸̨̡̹͇͇͈̭̻̝̝̗̲̘̠͉͋́ȩ̵̡̳̘͙͖̪͇͍̮͇͉̺̜͓̘̗̈́̀̅̎̽̐̊͝͠ͅs̶̡̨̨̛̟̺̼̦͈͇̟̥͈̲͎͙͔̭͍͖̰̥͖̦̣̮͉̯̬̈́̄̀̈́̏́̈́́̑͛̈́́̃̄̏̍̑͊͌̕͘͘͘͝ͅ ̵̩͉̩̦̺̜̘̺̰͕̼̩͍͙̼̖̟̖̙͓̜̫̃͌͊͒͌̿̽̌͝ͅḑ̷͙̩̠̜́̍͐̏̓̐̒̈̎̽̀̂̔̽̈͐̑̄͂͗̈́̊́̿̒͋̇̉̈́̕̚̚͘͝͠o̶̡̫̯̜̖̖̩̩̟̞͇̾̒̅̓̌́̏̔́̽̐̈͗̊̎́̉͆̈̈̑̊̿͛͘̚͝ͅņ̸̨̧̘̣̦̦̞̙͖͉͍̖̮͕̟͖̫̭̘̜̪͍̲̬̫̰̜͋͂̔́̂͂̄̃̅̂̌͌̀͒́̎́̔̀͑̈́̚͜͜͜͠ͅ'̸̨͓̩̖̹̰̠͖̬̒̊̅͒̒̄̀̄̔́̀̈́̎̅͂̄̓͛̚͝t̷͈͙̫͙͇̻̝̉̇̏́͐͂̉́̏̾̊̔̇̏̓͠͝ͅ

̷̔́̎̑̃̏̉*The corner of his eyes start watering*

̵̢̢̻̗̤̙̟͕̜͖̹̱̹͖̺͖̬͇̲̓̂̌́͋̊̈̏̈́͂̿͂̒̄͛͋̃͂̋̾͜͠ͅĘ̸̧̨̨͍̲̤̭͙̖̭͍͖͉͔̺̃̐̈́̏̆̒̇̃̚͠x̴̛͙̭̖̜̣̖͔̥̩̫͖͖͔̤̋̀̋̒͒̈́̿͂̂̈̈́̆́͗̄̐̇͊̋̃̀̚̕į̴̛̙̟͚̮̦̩̠͓̘͚̦̩͗̍̓̓̂̇̓́̎͌͊̀̍̿͂̐̊̃̄͒̓̾̓̕̕͠͝s̷̡̹͕̱̯͙̗̯͍̩̪̅̅͌̑͜͠͠ẗ̵̨̘̪̘̰͉̳̬̳̠̥̫́̈́̉́̾͗͐̐̍͋͛̆̈͐̄̈́̒̋͐͊̋̑͋̋̎̑͋͛͆̆͆̃̕͝͝͝ͅ

I̵̡̡̢̧̹̫̼̜̪̖̭̗̣̲͈̝̲̼̖̯͈̱̫̘͎̩̹͚̲̲̬̩̐͑̂̉͛̑͋͑͌̋͊̎̎̑́̆̆́͘͜͜͠-̷̧̢̧̡̧̡̢̧͈͕͙̭̗̠̦̣̮̹̮͙̘͕̩̘̯̓̾̍̌̏̌́̂̈́͒͂͋̊̂̆̂̎̌̽̈́̓͌̃̌̈́̏̀̿̄̅̉̅͘͜ ̴̧̧̨̨͚̭̗̝͎͎͔̖͈̻͎̻̜͕̦̫̺̩̙͎̼̪̣̈̈͑̍̎́́̃͂̀̕͝͠I̴̛͙̱̰̥͓̤̳̬̖̯̭̦̯̳͎̠̫͕̽͐̃̀̑͒͐͝ ̷̨̯̥̞̝̥̦̻̳̭͓̠̥͇͔͓͖̩̻̙͍̦̭̥̺̮̂̓͗̿́̕͝ͅç̸̨̨̧͈̹̺̹̤̘͇̞͉̜͔͕͙͓̝̳͈͕͖̣̞̖̥͎̣͍͆̇̈̂́̊̕͘͜͝ą̶̨̛͉͎͉̖̭̖͓̥̠̪̪͓̝̟͕̰̥̲̺̠̺̼̺̼̦̹̦͎̥̜͚̾́̃́̈́̈̓̍̀̒͘ņ̸̥̦̯̞̯̠̻̜̝͖̗̥̝̹͔͇̱̑̈́̀̊̑̏̂̒̃̽̓̆͌̃͆̈͂́̚͠͝'̵̨̫͎̟̠̰̗̗͍̦̹̺̪̺̟̪̭̹̰͂̉̍̋̚͜ţ̵̧̧̧̡̪̖̜̠͔̰̳̮̩̗͉̼̹̮̻̤̫̖͕̟̘͇͚̻͇̮̈́̈́͘ͅ ̸̡̨̟̥̮͍͎̤̭̫̙̉̈͐̔̈͐̓͗̉̓̑̈̆̏͋̍́͝͠͝h̶̛͖̣̆̀͛́͛̅̑͑̀͂̄̍̽͊̍̇̈̑͐͘a̸̢̢̛͇̲̖̮̲̥͍̯͚̪͈̜̟͇͙̭̣͎̬͎͉͒̓̃̋̊́̊́̏̈́́̍̉͐̎͆̔͛̿͌̓̆́̃̇̚͝͝͝v̵̡̝̜͚͙̩̬̥̥̝͉̠̹̫͉̙̩̝̝̱͙͕͇̏͊̓̌̀͛̑̐́̄̉̅̅̑͑̏̈́̌̑̾̅̑̆̀̅̌͘͘̕͘͝͠͠e̸̡̡̧̧̡̨̙̲̦͇̣̣̗̯̝͙̲͇̪̤͍̠̩̙͔̞̰̭̙͉͖̹̣̠̊́͜ͅ ̷̢̨̧̨̧͙̘̜̯̙̪̘͈͍͕̦̬͇̜̰̺̖̻̪̞̞͖͖̱͈̠̻̖͉̖̦̿͂͂̾͂̐̎͊͂̃̌͐̋̕̕͘ȓ̴̟̺͉̲̭̘̤̬͔̩̞̣̪̟̮̘̥̹̫̼̮̍̂̓̏̈́̈́͂̆̀͝ͅu̶̘͐̂̉̊̉̒̽̑̍́̈́̏̐̓̈́̿͜͠͝ļ̸̛͈͎͔͂̆͂̈͂͛̾̓͆̕̕e̵̡̢̼̮̮̻̞̳̤̰͉̦̫̣̮̞̖̗̻̗͍̯̪̝̣̹̪̭͐̆̀̽͋͐́̄̓̓̀̎̇̉̊́̎̆̄͑̉͆̏͗͘͜ͅs̶̢̨̫̦̰̹̹͓͉̲͖͓͙̟̜̠̩̳̫̖̹̦͔̖̙̲͕̪͉̪͇͌̈͌̀̐͋̅̎́̾̑̐̆͐̐̌̑̍̾̑̆̂̈́̃̚͜͜͜͝ͅ ̵̛̖͉̣̖̝̝͔̘̱̟̞̲͇̞͛̏̏͛̂͑̍͂́͛̓̇͆͋͗͘͘͜͜͜͝͝͠i̷̢̧̨͓̘͇̹̠͍̱̱̼͎̮͈̭͚͇͉̙͔̖͙̘̤̬̜̖̰̗̐͋̀̈́̈̋͂̀̃͊͑͂̇̓͂̆̑̎̒̉̚͜͝ͅͅf̵̧̛̛̲̞͇̲͚͈͔̜̌͑͒̏̑̄̎̂͊̈́͗̓̓̅̂̀̈̊͆̀̋̕̚̚̕̕͘̕͠͝-̸̢̨̱̞̭͉͔̠͔̗̻̩̘͈̻͇͓̺̲̦̯̺̩̜̳̤̳̗̖͔̌͊͑̐̑̕͜͜ ̷̛̮̫͖̖̙̹̼̞͈̲̻͈̪̤̤͂͋͗̽̆̉̀͌̅͑̒̋̽̃̆͑̈͘̚͘͠͝i̶̧̨̨̛̠̟̪̣͍̭̟̻͚͚̬̬̝̤̭̰̙̦̘͓͖͈̳̠̯̝̘̠͉̰͐̀͐̂̄̍̏́̉̋̎̈́̋̎͋̐̐̄͑́͌̋̚̕̕͠͠f̸̡̨̡̖͍̗̱̱̘̖̥͍̭̜͎̝̘̞͓̦̲͖͓͍͔̙͕̥̈͊̇̏̋̈́͌͊̽͗́̀́̽̕͜͜͝͝ͅ ̷͈̥́̀̃I̸̛̪̳͇͓͉̥̗͑̎̓̄̽́̂̉͂͊̆̓̚͠ ̵̢̢̧̢̧̟̭̟̻͍͍̳̬̼͔̫͖̓̊̈́͌̏̅͘͜͜ͅd̴̢͙̻̭̤͎̦̼̫͚̹̦̩̦̻̣̘̰̯̮͛̔̋͐̅̓͜͜ȍ̸͕̖͋̍̋͐́̈́̈́̈́͐̅̓̐̐̈́̍́̈̓͌̆͝͝ṇ̷̢̨̧̛͇͖͓̱͍͔̖̦̪̥͙̯̠̲̰͉̽̿̍̈̑̌͒͐̆͐̐̚͠ͅ'̸̡̡̨̯͓͍̜̞̰̭̫͚͎̙̜̯̰̺̰̩͎̞̭̮̦̜̒̆̊̄̔ͅͅt̴̡̯̯̯͈̻̖̣̟̣̞̣̝̄͐͌̾͊͘͠ͅ-̵̢̢̛̞̺̼̟̳̙͕̲̬̪̣̖̠͚̺̬͚͉͍͈̯̱͓̲͍̺́̃̀̃̿̆̌͂̂̈́́̇̿̽͛̈̂̈́̌͗̉͗̀́͒̅͑̚̚̕̕͝

*He voice starts cracking. He clinged on him tighter feeling like he's losing his mind again. What would such a thing even mean for him? No rules? no games? Did his relationship with Lee count? Did the dice exist? Could he ever make a lover/ friend /enemy with anyone? Was he destined to no one? To be alone? Did it matter?*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance holds Parker tightly.]

Y̵̲̆ö̸͙́ù̸̗ ̴̘̈́w̶̯̃ọ̷̑ü̸̥l̷̮͝d̷͕̑n̷̺̄’̶̩̇t̷̚͜ ̴̤͝e̴͎̔x̴̫͋i̶̦̊s̵̬̈́t̸͈́ ̷͕͑ĩ̴̡f̷̱̾ ̵̗͆t̸͔͂h̷͋͜e̶͚͂ ̴̰̀r̶͂͜u̴͕͋l̸̫̈́e̴̞̕s̶͚͝ ̵̺̈́d̴̢͌ḯ̶͓d̵̩̂ň̷̫’̵͚̈́t̶͇̾,̴͚̀ ̶̟͠w̷̼͒h̸̟̿ȋ̷̭ç̷͊h̵̢̍ ̴̹̽m̸̯̃ȅ̶̺ȧ̸̻n̸͚̂s̸͎̈́ ̷̠͐ẗ̷͔́ḧ̸̜́e̵̲̿ŷ̵̹ ̷͇̈ḓ̸̐o̵͜͝.̵͓̔ ̶̏ͅA̷͔͒n̵̳̉d̶͎͘ ̴̯̆w̷͊͜e̵̯͗ ̸̞̉c̴͖̔ä̸̜́n̸̢͗ ̶͕́m̵̋͜ă̴͕ḳ̷͝e̶̝̿ ̸̪̈p̴̳͐h̵̖͝y̶͈̆s̴͙̊ï̴̯c̵̪͂a̸̪̐l̸̠̄ ̴̦͘c̸̜̈ò̶̱p̸͎̓ȋ̵͙è̸͜ŝ̶̪,̷͈͊ ̸̥͝ȁ̶̗s̵̓ͅ ̷͚̏m̷̟̚a̸̩̿n̶̝͂y̷̘̾ ̷͈͒ą̴̏s̵̲̐ ̷̯̇y̷͉͝ȍ̶̦ủ̷̮ ̷̻̂ṋ̴͘e̵̘̾è̶̙d̶̻͝.̵͓͌

[glitch-parker]

*A few tears came down*

Ȑ̸̛̟̭͉̬͇̘̞̗͔͎̱̫͉̦̲̻̠̰͎̖͍̫̫̘̬̘̝͓̩̱̔̂͌̕̚̕͜͝ͅḭ̵̡͕͚̖̱͈͉̙̳̝̓̍̈́̊͊̒͊̑̂͜g̷̨̫̭̞̠̯̲̠̩̦̦̣̺̈́̀͗̈́͒ͅh̷̬͓̮̺̻̩̯̜̩̜̤́͜t̴̨̢̢̛̲͉͓̦͙̩̙̟̳͍͖̜̺̻̝̯̬̮͓̳͇̗̰͒̍̆̅͋̊͂̔̋̕.̴̞͖̟͙͉͍̹͓̲̺̗͙͓͉̙̼̹̫̞͒̎ ̸͓̗̖̯̣̏̔͑̿͂͊̊̆̃̈̏͂̈́̒̀̽́̆̑̂́͑͑̓̔̃̔̋́́́̕͘͠Ŗ̷̛̛͚̫̖͉̼̭̺̣̜͕͖̫͎̩̼̟̬͈͐́̀͂́͋̒́̋̾̾̊̑̄́͒͂͗̾̚͝͝ͅì̵̡̤̥̣͕̜͙̬̰͚̖̳͚̪̳͕͎̹̙̪͖̹̥̻̬̮̟̉͂̆̑͆͗́̚̕͜͜͜͜g̶̢̧̛͈̜̲͍͖͚̙̰̞̳̫̹̜̠̩̼͙͇̐̓͗̓͊̎͌̒̂͒̍͗̎̓h̶̡̨̬͉̱͍̻͉̲̺̺̞̞̺͖̟̱͔̗͙̰̽͑̀͌̂̀̆̍͛͗́͑͘t̶̛̤̮̦̣͔͚͕̀̋̃̄̈́̽͒̍̐̊̎̊͋̽̏̃͑́͌̏͐͆͆̚͜.̷̨͔̹̋̈̈̃̑̇̐́̽͗͋̎͛͂̉̋͒̕̕͜͝͠͝͝.

T̸̡̬͖̈́̊͊́̽̋̏͆̋̓͐͗̅̒̈́̚͝͠͠h̶͌̃͌̏̾̂͋̅̏̄̆̒͌̄́́̾̐̕̕͝ã̷̧̢̡͇͖͈̦̫͉̳͍͚̹̫͎̹̰̽̽̓̈͛̉͗̈̃̑̔̌͊̇̇́̿̌͋̆̊̚͝ͅn̵̩̰͍͓͔̟̭̜͉̤̞̒̋̅̏̌̅̔͂̀̂̎̆̈́̈́͋̄̒̈́͆̂͑̓͐̌͋͝k̶̡̮̭̻̗̄̄͗̎͋̀̋͐̈̏͗̈̌̓̎͊́́̓̏̉͐͛̍́͛̕̕̕̚͝͠͝ͅ ̴̢͙̳̭̜̣̻̖̣͚̬̖̯͈̖̠̦̟͓̞̻̳̗̳͐̉̇̿̽̓̊́̔̓̚̕͝͝y̸̨̛̛̛̗͉͍͙̺͓͇̗̖̲̬̍̓̂̆̓̋̆̃̉̎̅̈̅͛̈́̈́̉́̓͑͘͠ö̷̢͉͎̟̲̝͉̥͕͈̳̼̤̪̬̺̱̪͉̩́̏̊͛͑̒̐̋͗̽̇̽̑͘ừ̵̧̼̪̜̗̪͚̣͙̜͍̜̙̫̘͚̮͂̉̂̑̐̀̈̎̅̉̉͌̇̈́͛̿̏̆̂.̷̧̧̼͖̜͚̻̤̖͙͛́͌̑͗̓͂̓̉͐̅̎̐̈́͆̿̿̈́̔͐͘͠͝͝ͅ

*Despite the glitching it was obvious his voice was very soft.*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance smiles softly]

T̵͖͆ȟ̷̜e̵̜̓r̷͇̄ë̵̢ ̵̭̚y̷͍̽ö̶͖́u̷̳̾ ̴̹͘ģ̵̈́o̶̖̕.̵͖̊ ̸̧̽Ñ̴͍ǒ̸̤w̴̩͂ ̷̻̃j̶͖̑ṳ̴̒ś̴̯ṫ̸̼ ̶̯̄b̷͍͂r̷̋ͅḛ̶̽a̶̖͊t̵̼̔h̴̙͘ë̸̤́ ̵̛̗w̶̰͐i̷͚͆ṫ̷̠h̷͍̓ ̶͕͆ḿ̴̮e̸̘͌,̵̆ͅ ̸̫̊o̴̯̓k̵̠̒ä̵̮́ÿ̶̝?̵̳̽ ̸̧̓Ỵ̸͛o̸̜̓ủ̴͍’̷̛̣r̵̭̂ȩ̵͝ ̶̯̈́s̵̪͒t̵̒͜i̸̘͑l̷̹͋l̴̗̾ ̵̖̽ÿ̷̖́o̶̦͂u̷̼͒,̵̱̇ ̷̧͠a̸̛ͅn̴̰̾d̷̥̑ ̶̱̑w̸͕̉e̸͙̅’̷͈̽ļ̵̈́l̷̡͘ ̷̞̓m̷͕̀ǎ̴̯k̴̫͝ē̴̤ ̵͉͘ḯ̸̧t̴͍́ ̵̖̃a̸͛͜l̷̯̋ĺ̸͜ ̸̱̚ẃ̸̜o̷̳̍r̸͔̎k̸̯͠.̵̟̎

[He reaches to wipe the tears away, chuckling softly]

[glitch-parker]

Lee, dressed as Will Wood's Normal Album cover, heads up to the attic. He has a bright smile on his face and a bag of candy in his hands. As soon as he enters the attic, though, the bag of candy falls from his hands as he takes in Parker's glitching.

Parker!

He cries out, running towards Parker and grabbing his wrists. Lee flinches as the glitching spreads to his form, but he holds strong as he inspects Parker.

What happened? What's going on???

@showstopper-homeowner

*He sitting with Chance not expecting someone else to come in suddenly, to say he was startled would be an understatement he literally jumps back when Lee made contact which also got rid of the Lee's glitching and pain. Parker's glitching seem to spike for just a moment but then going back to how it was*

J̸̯̮͇̲̩̈͐͋̌̒̉̅͌̀̆͗͜͝é̶̢̝̙͚̱͕͉̫̘͇̖̜̠̹̐̇̐͛̅̀͛̆́͝͝ş̸̨̛̘̦̣̻̮̫̱̝̝̞̎̑̀͊͌͝͠͝͝ų̶͖̫͕̠̝̟͉̤͔̪́̈́͆̔̃́̏̎̐̏̕͜͝ș̷͓̬̣̭͚̫̳̀̓͐͐̄͐̍͂̏͛͌̕̚ͅ L̷̤͖̊̽̈́̏͗͝ȩ̶͕̹̮̯̀̿̽̋̏͝e̴̺̠̠͛!̴̝̭͉̫̝́̉̇

*He huffs out. He stared at Lee for a second seeming out of it as his mine tries to catch up with him remembering that huge mess of empty board games literally tossed around*

O̷̤̯̜̊̒̌͑̈́̈́̒̕̕͝h̶̨̳͎͉̠̾̀́͒̔̔̉̂͘ ̷̢̯͚̠̅́̽͑͝͠ǔ̷̢͉͚͈͚̳̪͍̝̞͓̱̀̊̓̈͝͝m̴̳͚͙͖̼̫̮͚̲̆̋̾̌̈͂͑̿̄̎̕͝ͅͅ-̶̢̳͕͍̠̘̟̣̻͖͑̾̀̑͊̈́̄ ̷̥̓̓͝C̷̡͔̦̏͌͒̀ȟ̴̢̬̘̺̲̻̼̺͈̠͜ǎ̶͈̋̉͂̈́̈́̾͋̂n̴̨͇̮͙͇̫̻̺̝͂̂c̶͔̜̻̀͛̀͗̎̽ę̶̟̦͙̗̮̖͕͍̝͖̭́̌͋̉͝ ̸̡̩̳͚͇̯̫̖͈̣̒̊w̶̮̭̫͕̗̮͘͝ā̸͎̯͕̻̜̀͗̈́̔̊͌̀̆́̃͜s̶͔̮̿ ̸͉͙̄̈̎̾̊̉͛̕͝h̴̙̜̼̳̮̎̏̉͂̓̅͑̀̚͝e̸̢͑ḽ̶͖͍̹̊́̈́͛͗̏̊p̸̘̞̩̘͓̯̰̠̪͈̺̊̄ ̶̲̠͔͚̜̱̞̜̲̻̱̏m̵̛̟̗͔͙̀͊̈́͊͑ë̴͍̫͉̲̦́̄̂̏͗̆̓͒͆͝ ̷̧̦͚̦̣͓͉̪͚̯́̌̈́͊̂͘͝ͅͅç̶̮̮̙͇͚̳̫̖͉̔͂͑̔͗͑̈̎̿͌ļ̶̨̘̰̖̹͙̥̪̗͌̓̆͜e̵̡͂͛̇͐̐̌͂̽a̶͔̥͕͆̅͂̃̉̇͝ͅn̷̛͈̯̲̞̯̻̭͛̈̃̈́̅͒̔̕ ̶̼͙̞̝̲̝̥̱̙̳͈͆͗̏͜ā̴̛̘̹̠͈̰̪̩͍̥̩̻̗̃̀͘ ̶̡̗̻̌̋̃͊̚ͅb̷̪̦̥̻͖̹̼͉͆̀i̸̙̰̥̻̲͂̀t̶̢̪̗̘͙̙̺̯̖̒!

*He lied not wanting to worry him since who knows if this was connected to glitches or not or whatever was happening. Unaware of the most obvious warning sign hi̸̧͈̠͂̊m̷̧̞̫͋̄̊s̶̯̲̄e̵̙͕̭̒l̵̺̻̽̈́f̸̨̏͑͂.*

[deactivated-blog]

I-I need to take care of this! Oh my gods, Parker, I didn't realize you were getting thid bad! If I had known earlier, I-

Lee was frantically pulling out his notebook and flipping to various pages, trying to find out where he put his research for staving off glitches.

You and Chance were cleaning? What did you come across? It might be related to the gliching.

// so sorry for the late reply... we were quite busy, hahah.

[glitch-parker]

Ooc: Nah your good))

*He was starting to panic a little bit making the glitching a little worse. Had he not been as good at acting like he was ok? What does he mean by getting worse?? And worst of all he felt like he had to fix it. Fix this whatever this was. Parker nonchalantly Yanks the notebook out of his hand. No glitching gets on the notebook tho*

H̸̞̥͗́̃͛͊͘͝e̷̛̳̻̭̖̣͚͚̳͈̖̪̳̒͆̽̊̈́͊͛͐̈́͝͝ͅẙ̸͕͇̠̝̺͂ͅ ̷̳̲̽͊͗̈́́̉̑̽̎͂̃̓͝ͅn̸͕̜̩̞͉̫̙̼͔̤̺̓̌̄̓͐̈́͠͝͠ͅo̸̡̯̲̣̠̩̐͛̓̈͝w̶̻̜͓͙͖̗͖̝̗̭͚͌, ̵̢̧̟̼̟̳̘̈́̓̿ͅT̴̢̨͇͇̭̝͖͓̓͂̓̉͂͋͋ḥ̸͖̤̻̭̇͐̐̊̾̐͐̆͛͋͘̕͝ȩ̴͕̮̼͙̣̘̼̼͕͍͍̀̀̏͐r̷̡̢͎̩̻͕̞̰̮͉̘͍̈́̇͠͝ẽ̷̯͇̟̣̜̟̖̪͒͊̔̇̃̓ͅ'̶̧̗͎̦͎̤̩̈̑͋͠͠ͅs̸̩̮͙͓͇̼̫̭̑̚ ̶̰͕̑̎̆͘͜n̶̠̭̱̍̈́̔̏̎̏̒͝ȏ̴͇́̃̓̑̊̆̏͠ ̴̛̭̘̼̭̪̲͇̿͋̅̔̓͛͛̓̋̓̋̃ͅn̸̨̨̢̥̩̲̝̼̤̼̻̄͌͒͊̇̂̆̿͘̚̚̚͝e̴̡̯̱̻͚͎̺͆͘ẻ̷̝̠̻̈́́̎̽̉̀̉̑̚͝d̴͕̜̦̲͉̪̻͙̀͜ ̷̧̛̻̖͓̻͇̮͂̎̇͋̐f̷̆̏̏ò̵̢̢̯͓̩͍̩̼̳̖͝ṛ̴̺̘͂ t̶͈̱̪͕̻͉̦̞̦̫̮̩̊͑̈́͗̑̅́̄̐̈́͠h̴̢̖̝̣̱̫̦̭̯͎̬̩̺̉͂͗̈́͒̎̅̕a̷̳̭̙̝͚͆̌̏͂̆͝t̸̡͚̜͚̹̯̲̼̦̱̂̀̿̈́̾̍͐̀́̐̈ͅ.̶̹͓́͒̈̔̈ͅ

Ň̵̞̭͋͋̌̇͆̅͝ó̶̢̱̪̝̗̤̬͒͒̂͝ ̶̨̨̛̭͔̖̳̒̌̊͌̿g̶̭̭͍̙̊̽̀̀͌̈́́́͑͊l̵̜͎͚̓̀͆̃͐̏̑̕i̵͈̞̰͔̺̲͑͐̆̇̽̑̚͜͠ͅt̷͚̮͖̭̱͖̜͓̰̾͒̓̒̃̕͠ͅč̴͇̱̝͖̞̳̄̀͐̑ḩ̷̨̲͖̝͎̳͓̖͝e̴̥̖̜͙̬̗̍̐̀͐̍̔̕̚͝͝s̷̢̧̥̣̟͔͖̍̾̌̉̿̅͗͑̎̏ ̷̠͉̗̠̔j̵̝̜̥͈̙͍̮͉͚͗̔́̃̓͗̓̽̈͜u̸̖̾ŝ̷̢͖͋̾͗̓̒̃͊̈̕t̵̨̢̯͍̭͓̤̫͕̯̑̅̃͝ ̵̘̹̲̔͋̐̋̌ͅc̷̨̣̰̤͓̮͈̥̙̙̐͊̀͋̃̕l̷̢͇̦̹̪̣̫̳͇̅͛ͅẽ̴̛̩̱͐͊̓͐́̀͝ä̴̛̯͕̣͎̣̣͕́͌̇͒̌̚̕͝n̸̤͎̦̦͂͐̐̽͋̂̚i̷̛͉͓̻̘͓͍͍̓̑̌̎͜n̵̢͓͔͓͎̆͗̊͌̎͗̊̈́͊͜͝ģ̷̧̡̯̙͚̞̖̮̑̎̌̊̔͂̇̽̇ ̷̰͔̼̪̤̾̌͒̈͋͌ͅả̵̠̗̱̮̮̅̉̉̉f̵̨̦̞̳͙̀̈́̐̚͜t̴̘̭̪̥̖̥̽̍ͅě̷̗͌̀̿̂̌̑̉ȑ̸̛̮̙̦͖̗͔̬̼̼̖̽͗̽́͛̈́̚ ̸̫͇͙̪͎̂̃́̏͐̈́͗͊̆ḁ̴̘͔̅̈͐̔ ̸̞̰̤͇͍͚̀̀̒͝ĺ̷̨̖̀̐̽̾͂̀́̋̿i̶̢̠̫̱͔̞̯̰̱͔͛ṱ̶̡͂̀͊͗͝͝ț̵̫̻̬̰́̍l̵̘̗̟͈̐̄́̄̔́̊̀̾e̴̝̘͌̿͌̅͋ ̵̯͆̈́̀͐́m̷̠̫̊̒̉̕ḙ̸̙̬̰̝͙̆͆s̶̰͙͉̯̃̂̇͝͠s̸̬̘̩̀̿͜.̷̼͕̥̖͎̩̦̞̗̒̈́͒̑̋̈́

R̶̯̝̭̥̹̠̺̳̮̣͑̉͊͌̒̍͠͝͠ì̴͔̯̈́̈̓̾̄̑͝g̵͖̮̰̍̀̓͠h̶̠̙͇̽͆͜ţ̶̝̼͚̩̞̺̉̿̽́͊̇̐ ̶̛̠̙͓̥͈̜̺̘̍́͆̑̽̄̿̇C̸̤̅͐̈h̸̜͚̣̤̼͌̌̿̏̕͝a̴̢̧̢̠̟̩͍̯͔̱̿͗̂̑͐̀͝n̷̪̓̂͆̍͋̓ĉ̶̡̬̼͉̝͙̼̥͑̒̒͝e̷͔̹̩̬̪͕̖̲̽̆̅̄́̈̎͋͘͝?̸̨̡̢̙͕̘͉͙͒

*He elbowed Chance hard. He moved his head to whisper to him out of sight from lee. It was almost impossible to tell what Parker was saying since the glitching but his mouth clearly was mouthing "Back me up!"*

( @nat-20-on-perception)

[nat-20-on-perception]

Oh! Yeah, just- we were cleaning and Parker was making sure the games were good, no glitches!

[Chance smiles nervously, hoping he’s being convincing. He looks over at Parker with a nod]

He just- started to glitch a bit, so I’ve been helping him as best as I can- nothing to do with what we were doing, just a sudden glitch!

[He reaches to Parker’s hand, squeezing it to assure Parker that it would be okay.]

[glitch-parker]

*Everything was going good until. Chance mentioned glitching. This is not what he wanted at all! Chance can't just mention glitching now! Not in front of him! why would he lie about him glitching that doesn't even make sense. The glitching on his body seems to become worse from him already spiraling just a little bit about how Lee is taking this*

Į̷͈͎̰͉̥͈̱͎̬̫̥̜̆͊̽̏͌̏͂͌̋͊̍̍͗͘̚ͅ-̵̢̦̗̗̘̺̳͖͎́ ̴̮͙̲̣́͘͝nő̶̧͚͚̜͙̭͇̝̭̞̿̃̑͜ͅ ̸̧̞̘̫̺̪̭̯͓̓̏͌̍͑͗n̸̛̛͈͍̰̘̺̫̟͉̰̯̤̳̻͉̂̈́̐͆͂̆̾͋͘ǫ̸̧̰̗̜͔̗͖̜̩̭̐̆̄̋̈͌!̸̭̫̻̃̽͂͛̏̓͋̑̃̆̓̉̚̕̕ ̵̧̩̯̙̻̏̓͐̈́͐̔͂͗̾͗͐Ỉ̶͙̰͈̹̲͓̱̯̈́͊͒͊̐̾͑ͅ ̶̨͍͉͛w̵̼̩̔̎̄́̈̂͝͠a̵̯͔͊̆͐̉́̿́̂̍̔̓̀͗͋̒ș̸̛̣̙̰̃͂̈̆́̔͒̄̊̓̎́̿̚n̵̹͙̤̰̦͂̆ͅ'̵̢̼̳̜̮̗̄̒̂̾͊͜ẗ̴̨̢̺̼̲̳͈̣̹͕̺̟̰́̚ ̵̨͔̣̗̹̩͇͇̘̏-̴̡͚̤͚̬̐̊͂̽̔̇̄̈̿͒͘͝͠ ̴̓͆̓̈́

g̴̟̳̳͈̙͕̮͈͙̠͈͑̔͌̆̏͒̕o̶̿̍͊͘͠ḋ̷͖̹̹̮͇̓̔́̾̅͒̂̊͑̀͜͠͠͠ ̸̧̨̛̳͙̱̩̬̜̲̜͕̇̓̓̄̍̄̚͜d̶̙͔̳̉̎̔̓̑̑̍̏̂͐̕͜͠a̶̡̢̢̨̼͔͇̼͈͑̽͑̄̈́͐̈͒̈́͐̊̒͝m̸̨̘̠͎͔͔̞̻͕̣̼̰̠̎̒ͅṇ̶̫̙̮͛ ̷̢̘̫̦̝͕͙͈̙̻̬̏̇̾̉̊͂͒̚ͅỉ̴̥̖̮͚͉̮̯̺̠̘̀̐̓t̵̨̢̛͖̲̟̝͚̰̯̜̍̽́͗̀̀̄͘͘̚̕ͅ ̴̹͇͎̳̦̭̼̳͌͑̆̈́̏̃̚̚C̴͠h̶̬̮̎̌̐͌̂̀̊͝͝ͅā̸̡̨̛̼̣̞̖̀̑͠n̵̲͓̙̭̮͉͈̼͙̜̠̑̅̆̇͊̈̀͂͐̔͑̅̈́͒͝ç̵̢̧͕̪̻͇̮̻̩͙̓̓̐̃̄̒͒̅̇͒̓͒è̸̛̫̣͍͖̝̹͕̞̈́̒̅̂̎͌̆̓̾̔̆̅͐!̴͔̩̖͈͚̺͍̺̠̖̾̒͂̿̓͐̀̾́̚

( @showstopper-homeowner)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance puts his hands up defensively]

Oh- no no I didn’t mean while we were cleaning! You started glitching afterwards, not during! We were sitting here, and then it started- nothing about the cleaning was involved!

[He glances nervously at Lee]

[glitch-parker]

*He firmly grabbed him by the shoulders and loudly whispers*

Ň̶̤̗̞̻̩̬̃̓̒̈́̏̄̐̒̈̈́̏̀̈́͑̀o̴̧̢̩̲̤̗̲͈͉̎́̏̍͠t̵͙͔̹̟̪͓̯͋̀̂̆̔͌̏̾̚͜͝ ̷̬̞͌̋̿̉̆̿̊̕̕͠h̶̯̻͍̜͈͖̲̦̫̞̹̀̂̎͗̄̔́͐̔̕ȩ̶̢̖̠͖̭̟̮͓͛͜͝ͅl̵̛̞̂͒̽͂̒̑̅̀̒̚͝p̶̺̾̎̀̆̿̊͗̏̆į̶̗͎̝̭̪̙͈̩̫̹̫̮͙̤͚͐̑̐̽n̶̳̗͇͓͉͙̯̝̫̻̼̎̔͜ͅģ̷̥͖͓̘̠̟͙̬̩̫͈̝̣̳͉̣̙͆̿̀̎̐͗̉̌͐͌̂̿̈̈̚ !̶̨̟̘̖̥̬̜̹͍̐͌͗̄̄̀̌͂̚

// *sigh* what did I tell you about him not knowing he glitches in his sea of denial that surprised me sometimes!))

[nat-20-on-perception]

I’m sorry!! It’s- I’m saying that incase Lee sees something we can’t, that- seems to happen a lot-

[He tries to lie smoothly, but is fairly obviously nervous about all of this.]

//Hes trying his best /silly

[glitch-parker]

*Parker let's go of him and pitcher his temple in frustration. Parker wouldn't be surprised if his headache didn't leave for a weeks after this*

//which one? ... / Half joking. Also /silly

[deactivated-blog]

...Uhm.

// chance, cmon buddy. dont lie to us

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance attempts to ignore the mods. Not very well though. It’s obvious he hears them as he keeps glancing around every time they speak to whatever direction their voices come from. His voice comes out quieter.]

Parker I… think we need to tell Lee. It’s- not for anything bad, it’s just- there’s something we know and- he just wants to help take care of it, you know-?

//Come on, chance. Acknowledge them.

you’re making me look crazy, Cupid-

//Meh, that’s what comes with being aware.

[glitch-parker]

*Parker was not paying attention at all to Chance seeming crazy. His head hasn't stopped hurting since well everything. He wished he could have just gone back. Back to beginning the day. Beginning of yesterday where they played games, it seemed fine. Maybe even the beginning of the week or whatever day it was at this point. Today was definitely his worst of the days he's ever lived he sure of it.*

T̵͕̣̟̎͋̓̓͝e̶̳̗̖͌͊l̶̳̙̰͔̯̑l̷̛̰̹̃̐̾̽͑̈ ̶̹̟̝̆̄h̷̛̙̾̾̆̔͛i̸͕͎̿͂͜m̶̨̗̼͇̱̾͌̑͌͗͂̅ ̸̡͈͇̫̮͉͉͆̃͊̔w̸̢̦̯̐̒̐̀̀͝͠ͅẖ̶̌͆a̷̻̮̽́t̵͓̲͊̒͂̾̊̊?̷͔̰͔̳͖̦̰̓͋̆̈̚ ̷̯̱͐͑̈̋̃ͅͅÀ̴̡̻͓̺̹̈́͂̌̇͘l̶̢̖͗͜͝l̸̢̲̰̬͚̍̏̽́̇ ̷̗͍̼̠̱̓͜ͅḩ̸͖̣̮̀̀̋͗̂̕i̶̭̇̊͛͌s̸̭͇͕͚̆̿ͅ ̴̨̡͕̬̫̏̽́̄̎̿͜ͅg̸̹̠̹̳̭͕̪̏̐͋͠á̷͔͕̫̗͋̈́̚̚m̶̱͉̥̀͜e̴̞̓̕s̷̨̯̼͔͖̭͐̉̓͠ ̷͓̝͌͐̕ş̴̛̼̰̒̄̈́̐͊̍ȋ̴̧͌̏m̵̡̡̗̖̞̃̾u̴͚͙͊̊̄̐̈́l̵̝͕̱̝̍͐͆̌̓͜t̶̰̲̼̲̽͗̐͠a̸͍̮̰͈̘̐͑͛n̸̢̢̢̻̪̦̅̂̕e̸̝̙̙̍̾̊͊̀̋͌o̶̰͋̽̓̉͐̽u̷̫̦̖̪̖͒s̸̫̪͚̈́̎̃̆͂̕l̸̞̫̝͈̿̍̂̈́y̶͍̭̫̣͐͗̋̈́̚ ̷̠̾̾̈́̏̈́̀͝d̶̢͎̻̫̈ĩ̶̥s̸̜̲̤͙͌͒̈́̍́̆̕ap̶͎̖̳͖̲͇̖͐̈́̚͝p̷̘̼͎̤͈̺͌e̸͍͍̦̘̿̈́͗̈́a̵̧̞̩͙̅̐̂̐́r̶̡̳̗̗͗̈̈́͆̂͋͋ë̷̱̻͛̇d̸̨̳̠̯̮̜̹̾ ̸̞̀õ̸̖̳̠̪͒͝ͅŕ̴̘̍͋̉͆͝ ̷̥͖͔͙͙̫̌͝m̷̘͍̍̀̇̽͂ǎ̸͎̝̟̳̯̫̱̀̇͠y̸̙̖̳͒̈̃́̈́͝b̷̨̮̤͛̇̓̾̈̍e̷̙̓̈́̅̓͌ ̴̧̧̫̲͒̓̂͊n̶̞̣̱̜̉͑͑̓͋̚͝ͅė̵͇̹̼̐͋̌́̚͠v̶͙̲̮̂̋́͗ë̵̖̩͎͎̭͚́͒͑̅͜͠ȓ̸̛͓̉͛̀͂ ̵̡̥̯͙̗̓̎͑̕͜ͅĕ̸̠͖̬̫̌̀̊̈́̋̕x̴̡͍̞̞̹̂̈̾̽̀̿͝i̶̢̹̳̙̪̘͉̎͌͛s̷͖͉̙̰͌̈́̐́͝͠ẗ̴̻̫̪͈̮̹́͑͛̋̍̂e̶̡͖͓͈͓̯̼̓̃̓́̉͘d̶̢̠̩̤̞̱̱͗͝ ̸̡̤͔̲̐͌̓̃̚d̶̢̧̦̬̪͆̿͠ͅe̵͖̩̯̫͛̌̽s̶̟̬̩̭̆̏͠p̶̹̒̂i̵̙͙͂̑̂t̷͍̫̩͍͂̍̓̍͘̕͝ḕ̵̞̞́̐ ̵͚̟͋͋̎́m̷̱̭͇̜͎̠̌́̽̎́̓̕e̸̛͇̬̤̊̌̄̋́͗ ̶̥̿̀̎p̷͉̩̤̝͒̀̈́ͅl̷͚̝̦̠̘͚͈̒̆͒̅͘͝͝a̶̛̰͌̽͗̍͊y̷̨̰͓̹̪̲̏̾i̸̡͓̫͊͝n̷̰̜̬͇̐̆̿̊̾̆g̷̳̮͚̀̾͌́̿̅ ̵͍̯̩̦̺̟̪̽̋̈́͐͝t̸̨̪̦͑̅̋ͅh̴̠̀̿͑́̚͠ę̵̹͈̖͌̅̕͜m̴̹̦̠̫̟̲͉͊͒͒!̵̘̜̣̻̤̥́̄̑͋ ̷̯͍̞͌̒̆̅͊̐͘͜B̶̢̦̺͓́͑e̷̟̼͙̍͗̈̊̇̂̈ȉ̸̩̳̯͉̲̍͊n̶͚̙͎̭̗̑͑̈́͜ġ̴̨͖͗̕ ̶͎͂ţ̸̢̼͔̞̪͌h̸͇̽̔̉̽́͝ê̵̛̬̼̬̊̍͆̚m̵͙̘̙̱͓̼̪̓̐̊̇̈́!̷͔̱͚̯̉

//one point for Parker zero for his sanity))

H̴̨̰̺̜̦̋̈͝e̸̠͇̥̯͚̎̈́̚ͅ ̶̗̓̈́̊̋̑̈̉c̸͖̜͍̜͕̓̀a̶̪̩̞͋̅̅͑̓̀ņ̴̩͎̠͓̑̎̋͘'̸̿̎͂̂̀̕͜t̴̤̟̲̫͖͚̹̆͂̈́̏͑ ̴̳͕͘̚d̸̖͔͎̹̫̯̮̋̐o̵̢̯̱̫̠̩̓͆̊͆̋̈́͜ ̷͉̮̬̱̞̰͉̍̑͝a̶̧͓͈̪͂̈́̋̄͝n̷̡̩̯͖̬͑͠ỳ̴̘̰̹͎͈̗̾̉̑̅t̶̥̕h̷̲͗̒̅́̍͘ͅi̴͚̹̅͆̍͆̑̄̉ǹ̶̻͎͉̤͔͠g̴̺͋͒!̴̡̧̩̫̌̾͗̄̂͝ ̵͚̬͎̼́̂̌͌͒̈͝ͅŶ̷̢̱͕̺̇͊ǒ̵̖͛ư̷̩͈̙̙͕̐̎͑̈́͑ ̷̙͈̺̥̓̈́̓̚č̸̨̨͉̪̞͓̋͋͝a̴̱̞̜͇̬͇̥͐̽̑̊͂͑ǹ̷̹̝̟̭̈̈́̉͐̈́͛͜'̴̰̩̰̪͉̀t̴̙̭̥̄͊͘ ̶̠̐͌̌̎̊̋a̶̡͓̠̲̮͋́̿̎n̴̢̖͉̬̱̾͑̌̀͝ͅy̶̡̢̨̦̼̖̤͐͐͝t̶̠̬͊̇̓̄́̓̓h̵͎̳̼̣̙̞̠̒͐̀͗̕i̵̧̟̰͕̹̿́̊͌̃̈n̸̜̹̙̓̈̑̏̀̕g̴͇͛́̋̀̋!̷̧̢̲͈̟̹̌̅͒͝ ̶̟̔̽̈Á̴̯̪̤̘͍̣̓͝͝ǹ̸͈͍̠͎͓̼͗̌͒͜͝d̸͖̬͓͉͓͍̉ ̵͆̓̇̂̋ͅI̵̥̅͊̔͐́ ̴̢̤̜̱͍͆͐̏̔͗̍͘C̴̱̚Ă̷̪͇͇̹̣̟͛͒̏͂̽Ņ̷̰̯̊̿̈́̃́̅̚'̶͔͇̬̗̳͍͖̓̄̎̒Ṱ̷̟̈́̄̇ ̴̲͆̎̅͑̿͊̚d̶̯͕͍̭̰̼̼̋̓̃̑͒̐o̸͙͖̘͖͔͋͒͌͊͑͝ ̶̛̭̺̓̕ã̵̘̤̞̟̌̊̍̽n̸̻͓̙͋̍̅̾͝y̶̨̢͔̠̘̋͊̉͆t̵̻̣̥̠̺̐̐̀h̸͇͇̺̼͈̉̅i̵̢̳̭͍͐̓̓̌͗͘͝ͅn̷̡͍̂̈́͌g̶̪̑͂͝!̷̙̗͉̀͗̅̔̀.̷̛̞̌̆̃͘̚͝.̴͙̞͎̃̎̍.̸̡̠̣͋̋̍͛̈́͋̚͜ͅ

*His words seem to hit him like a truck. He weekly moves back until he feels the wall sliding down it gripping at his head from the headache*

W̶̮͚̐̾̕͝ḩ̵̙̞̣͔̙̘̤̈́̌͊̚y̴̢͕̏̉̈́̿͠.̸̡̙͇̔̂.̸͝-

̴̘͍̈́̿́̇͠W̶̛̦͕̍̀̏̋̾͐̆h̷̭̣͚͖̲̭̥͆͋y̸̨̲̗̜̳͍̼̍̽̀̀̚͝ ̴̮̖̣̗̬̼̃̃͝d̷̫̽̐̔̈̓̕͝ơ̴͙̰̲̗͈̫̈̄̍́̀͝ ̶̨̡̢͇̣̰̈́̌͐́k̶̹͋ẽ̴͓̫ę̴̛̹̻̪̎́̇͗͆͘p̷̳͐̄̊͐͝͝ ̸̳̥̱̪͈̥̠̝̃͋̈́̌s̴̨̟͕̝̥̹̈́̃a̵̢̛̳͚͕̬͛̐̐y̷̩̟̤̗͖͉͓̬͋̀̉̓̀̈́͠i̵̜͙̘̖̝̥͐̽̎͜ͅn̵͛̂́͛͜g̷̢̨͍͈̠̼̥̯̐͋̈́̆ ̸̙̖̾̃̈́̏͑̕t̷̛͈̽͊́h̷̬̜̙̋̅̈́͊̓͝ą̷̖̊ṫ̴̨̖̲͍̩̠̏͆͛̅̅̕?̷́̚.̶̮͔͙̦̬̭͓̽͛͑̈́̂̅̽́͜..̶̢̖̯̖͎͎̆͑̒̊̅̈́̚͜͝ͅ ̷̣̩͈̀Ẁ̴̨͓̫͆h̸͍̘́̿͗̅a̵̭͑̇̒̊̋͝͠t̵͎̮̙̂ ̴̡̡͚̮̭͕͆ḏ̵̼̙̙̙̂͒̽͑o̶̢̗̳̤̼̲͗̎͂̈́̈́͝ ̷͇͍̘̼̞̘̿y̵̺̺̤͕̙͙͎̙͌̒̈́̚͠o̷̫̬̅̍ū̴̧̟͈̘͎͕̤̃̇̓̌͒́͝ ̵͙̙̽̽̀̄̎̍̾͆ḵ̴̛̼̗̮͉̥͗̅̃̎̍̂͜ń̵̠̥͉̝̞̬̗͒̂̂̐̋́o̶̘̮̮͈̺̦̠̓͊w̵̞͙̞͆̈́̆͒̍̕̕-̶̯́͑ ̶̲̞͉͇̙̭͊Ẃ̷̭̤͈͘ȟ̸̘̬̪͎̘͉̔͛a̶͕̓̅̆̽̓̔ẗ̸͓̦̘́̊̌͠ ̶̥͍̓̓͝d̴͙̪͇̰̯͑̏͒͂̃̀̒͜o̷̮̯̩̥̓̑̿͊͝n̵̳̺̪͖͉̣̯̍̉͑͐̑'̷̣̩̩̦̩̮̄̏̎̃͋̀ͅṭ̵͍̚ ̶̯̈́̃͂̄̓̽̂͠Į̴͍̩̖̖͙͗͆ ̶̟̓k̵̙̹̞̬͙͔͛n̸̯͓̲̯͐o̸͍̯̘͊̃w̷͖̫͈̩̰̓̏̐̀͑̈͜͝?̷̨̫̖̹̜͛́̚͝!̴̨͍͍̤̿̑̆̿ ̴͕̌̌̒̿́̑

*He was pleading he was scrunched up on the ground which made his whole body seem like just a giant glitch ball*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance looks over at Lee. He’s looking for a yes or no on if he should tell Parker.]

I… debated on it earlier. Just tell me if I should.

[deactivated-blog]

I... Go ahead. He... He needs to know.

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance nods. He approaches Parker, reaching out to put a hand on Parker’s shoulder.]

You’re gonna have to work with me on this, okay? It’s going to seem crazy, but… knowing can help. The more you know, the less it can affect you, I think.

[He takes a deep breath, pulling back out the glitching dice.]

Do you remember when I brought up this to you? How I rolled for perception and then suddenly could hear other people that didn’t seem to exist? It… apparently, there’s more to it.

[He puts the dice aside.]

That wall. You said you looked through it once. Thats letting you see your mod. The person I keep talking to whenever it seems like I’m talking to nobody is them. I have one too, their name is Cupid. Lee has one, and so do Holly and Hector. You’re the first I think to actually see their mod. So… I’m going to tell you what that means.

[He sighs softly, obviously worried about how Parker will react.]

We found out that we’re in a game. It’s… weird to know, but it explains everything. Why everyone has been quiet, why your games are disappearing… everything. Your games used to exist, but because we’re in a game… they don’t. Because there aren’t any “sprites” as the mods call it to show what your games look like. Thats… that’s where your games went. Including Sandy Land. I…

[He paused, the continued]

I didn’t want to tell you because me and Holly found out by, well… chance. I rolled perception and began to see the mods as floating eyes, and now me and Holly can actually interact with ours now that they and some of voices explained what’s going on. That’s why you heard me call the voices ‘Askers’ or ‘Anons’ because… that’s what they are.

[He pulls back, just incase Parker preferred being alone after hearing all of this.]

Do you need me to tell you more? I can try to explain more of it, if you want.

[By now, his glasses glitched even more, as well as the clasp of his cloak, further hinting to the point as he mumbles about a headache himself.]

[glitch-parker]

*Parker's mouth flapped open and close a few times as he failed to understand anything of what he was saying*

N̷̡̡̻͎͙͔͚͎̘̖̹̘̝̰͓͔̝͊͌͐̑̎̏̇̚͜-̵̡̡̯͔̬͎̼͔̹̥̭̪̦̟͇̬̐͆̾̔͊̈́̔̐̈ ̸̛̗͖̥̟̟̲̲̻̼̉̆͗̀̂̐͗͊̍̆́̕͘̕͜͝͝n̴̨̡̪͚͇̩̓̿̒͗̍͂̃͝ơ̵̡̡̙̺͖͍̭̬͚̫͎̬̥̈́͐̈͆̆̾͛̕̕ ̶̦̭͉̠̻̩́̃̇͑̽͋̉͌̈͑̒̾͌̿̌̚͠͝ͅy̶̛͕̭̬̟͐͋̄͒͆̿̿̉̓̔̂̆̄̚͘͠ö̶͎̮̤́͊̍̎̎̚͝ų̶̡̯̼͙̬̩͚̜̱̥̜̪̼͎͙͋̈́́͆̂̔͆̈́̀̊̉̃ͅ ̸̨̧̥̪͖̘͍̥̣̦̔̔ͅṇ̷͛̃̅̀̈́͊͌e̷̳͗̄̈́̇v̸͚̲̻͉͍̗͖͎͌͒̇̏̍̐̇̓̈́̚͜͝ę̴̫̩̜̥̼̖̪͕̹͍̜̏̇́̋́̾̌́͛̈̅̎͘̚̕r̵̫̪̦͓͚͚̗͑͐̀͂̌̋͜͝-̸̬̲̖̝͖̀̂ ̵̡̣̬̼͍̰̟̰̟̩̲̻̞̥͙̲̟̭̍̿͐̐̀̔͑͂͜Ṭ̸̫̊͐͆̀͑͛̈͛̏̒h̵̨̢͚͚̅́̄̋̈͛́̀̍̏̕͘̚͠ͅȇ̶̛̙̺̭̜̥̓̈́̊͋́̂̚̚-̷̢̦͔̺͕̯̩̗̹̝͔͇̳͂́̋̌͐̓́̄́͋͊̊̐̈́̇̔̾͠͝ ̵̡̲͍̖̅̉͘W̶̡̲̼̜̖̯͙̽̂͂͒̄h̶̝̘̯̭̗͔̒̾͋́̔̋̓̑́̇̇͒̚͝͝͝a̸̛͔͚̺̼͕͊̓̀̏͗̀̈̏̌̓̀̀̈́͘̚͝ẗ̵̥̤͙̰̠͕̘̻́͛̆̌́̈́?̴͍̹̖͈͓̗̠̣̹̮͓̱̲̟̰̝͎́̃͛̽̋̑̈́̊̂̾̽͐́͑́̕͝͠

*He words came as unfinished thoughts failing to articulate anything. The confusion didn't leave as you explain the rest*

W̵̥̩̥̞͕͗̒̾͌̓́̑̿̌̏̒̾͆̒̎͘̚ḥ̸̡̛̥̮̼̺̫̞͍̣͖̹̳̻͒͆̀͘a̸̡̖̘͖̺͎̣͚͇̜̟̪͒͂͂̉ṫ̶̢̼̥̪͚͉̤̫̖͎̗̲͇͉̺̻̾̇̉̈̿̒͂̐̾͂͒-̴́̀́̽̌̇̈́̍̚̚̕͜ ̵̨͈̮̟̪̟̞̣͎͖̮̺̞̩̫͙͋̑͛̔͆̏͆̐̐͋͛̕͝͝ͅw̵̢̨̛͍̘̲̺̲̪̥̰͎͎̖͛̎̐̿̉͒̍͋͂͛̈̿͋͆̀͘̕͜͠ͅḫ̸͇̰̖̭̲̗̝̺͍̳̝̤͖͌̊́̏̉̒̏͒̇͋̇̈́̚ẩ̶̢̨̢͖̪̝̦͈̫̙̈̐͜ṫ̴̡̨̧̫̳̪̣͎̙̼̜̜͔̮̝̑͆͜ͅ ̸̤͓̦͕̪̼̮̙̱͕̭̖̘̮̭͌̾̌̆͋̎̎̍̄͘͜͝ͅà̷̡̡̛̝͖̫̺̪̠͓̲͂̒̂̔̄͘͘͜͝r̸̄̍̏̽͐̈͐͝͠e̴̡̬̳̮͙̭̭̺̳̜̭͉̝̬̻̝̪̙͕̅͐͒͗̊̓̑̃̄̇̂̒͆̑͘ ̷͇̩̙̊̾̅́̀̈́̽̍͘y̸̬͎̘̮͕̤͙̺̫̌̊o̶̹͍̖̲̱͇̺͙̦̣̱̰͙̾̈́͛͆͑̈́͑͘͜ṷ̴̢̡̩̗̖̻̰̬͙̃̋̾͂̓́̐͊̆͠ ̸̡̺͍͈̣̠̳̠̬͔̘̜̬̻̻̠̪̩̓̀̀̄̓̌̚͝o̶̧̠͊̀́̈́̀͐̕͝n̵͐̒͗̒͋͆͋̕͘͜ ̸̛̯̗͈̖̖̣͚̺̠̭̓͐̂̔͛̏͒͋͑͑̒̃̕̚͝͠͝ͅa̵̛͔̠̰̖̒͐͒̿̀͋̂̏b̵̧̨̛͈̻͙̙̖͕̝͎̭̫͔̦͉̺̩̎́̇̏̽͊̀͛͠ơ̶̢̛̬͉̬̰͔̹̏̇̅̾̊̑̓̓̾͐͒͆̚͠͠͝ű̴̢̜͖̯̬̯̖̮̿̃̅t̴̩̰͙͠!-̸̶̧̜̰͓̮̮̪̟͙̜͔͛͋̽̓̔͆̊͐͐̏̀̈͋T̴̛̟̲̙̳̥̈́̂̿̆̀̔̌͂͌͌̉̕h̶̞̥̺͎̳̽͘ą̴̨̛̫̲͈͙͖̥͖͎̬͗͒̔̀̐͛̀̀̈́͆̑̍͋̏̓̒̋t̶̢̢̡̛͖̥̦̙̣̣͖̙̠͖͖̞̝̦̬̓́̏͆̔̅̋̉̍̓͊̕͜ ̵̨̗̠̠̖̫͉͔̌͊̓̒̉̑̀͑̑͐̽̆͘͜͝͝ḑ̸͖̫̭͓̬̜͈̼̗̹̟̇̉̈́̂́̓͋̀̉̏̒͛̽͌́̕̚͝ỏ̸̙͈̻̺̯͓͈̻̖͐̾͗̇͜͝͝e̵̝̠̓̀̄̇̒͂̂͗ͅṡ̵͎̫̐̆͗͊̀n̴̡̛̳̫̬̺͙̝̣͚̹̬̣̫̂͐͌͂́͌̀͝'̴̡̧̹̮̠͕̜͚̹̠͓̐ͅẗ̶̢̛̛̻͙͍̱̩̣͓̣̼̤̫̄͛̈́̈́̓̈́̓͗́͆͗̕̚ ̸̨̰͆̐̄̉̑̔̏̏̄̀͆̄͐͌̍ḿ̴͇̞̜̻̦̹͒̂͌͘ą̵̟͍̣̣̻̜̙̱̞̣͎̇̈́̎͌̆͐̋̒̈̄̾͘̚͜k̷̹͕͙͍͕̫̂̄̈̿͠ë̵̢̠͙̦̱̤̱̲͉͍ ̸̪̠͕͙͔̳̥̠͎̰̺̥̭̗̹́̓͛͐̌̇͊͘ŝ̷̢̧̨̨͖͉̖̯͉̣̱̤̭͉̹̮̱̄̈͛̓̕͜ͅę̵̟̲̬̓̔ń̸̡͔̟͍̫̱̥͉̭͇̳͐̓̀́́̑͌͐̔̇̕͘ş̵͍̭͙̰͇̈̔̔͐͌̌̆̎͆͘͜ē̸̱̞͖̮͉̺͔̠͉̗̿̃̈̃̇͗̉́̇̋͘̚͠ -̸̧̆̆

̵̼̞͉̺̿L̷̛͙̳̬͖̳̰̘̍̊͋́͛̓͐̽͗͒͂͒͋̒̚̕e̵̡̗̪̗̫͚̬̟̪̘̪͈̊̈́̃ę̷̧͈̞͎̤̩̟̭̺̫̖̦̞͈̗͚̖̏͘!̸̮̅́̅͑͆̓̄̓̅̈̂͌͐͋̑̚ ̷̨̖̺̗̼͔͚̝͙̫̳͉͕͈͕̥̬̂̂̀̀̀̌͊̎̿̑́̒̆̑́͝

*He suddenly called reaching out to him but just as quickly as he tried to get up he stumbled back grabbing his head leaning against the wall again*

w̸̡͚̱̬̮̦̪̟̼͆̈́̈́̍̅̏̇̑̿́̐́̆̈́͜ȩ̵̗̥͕̥̩̲̩͚̤͌͋̈́̓̑̅̏͑̓͝ ̵͔̒̎ p̶̹͍̜̞̫̬̻͎͒͆̂́͗̅̊̈́͂͌̋̿͗̇͌̍̋̚̕͜l̴̨̧͖͎̭͚̼͇̆̾̇̇̊̌̏͘̕ȃ̸̡̛̳̰̻̮̲̙̙̫̹̠̩̻͎͚͓̽̅̀͒̚̕ͅy̷͓̤̮̰͕̞̠͔̤̹̓͌̿̉̉̇̇͜ ̴̢̛̲͎͉̹̞̼̳̜͌͐̈́̉̍̈͂̓̓͘͜͝͠m̷̘͖͇̰̗͉̦͗͌̀̂͐̈́͋͌̚͜ͅ-̵̡̛̥̯͔̮̫̹̞̬̳̞̜̺͔͚͇̏̐̈̒̎̿ͅ ̸̱̈͂͆̂͒̏ͅm̶̨͍̯͇̖̄́͌̏̔̑̔̀̓̐͋͂͘y̴̧̭̙̮̳͔̬̳̭̜̭͎̪̖͈̹̣̰͗̅̎͋̍̆̀̔̈͂̒̊͐̀̈́̎͘͘ ̴̢̧͉̣͕̺͎͈͖̦̩͉̘̒̽͂͑̈́̈͑̎̒̇̃̈́͐͐̈́̚͘g̸̛͎̓̽̇͝a̷̢͉̪̙͈̬̣͈̦͓̍̔̌̓́̽̕͜m̵̫͉͍̿̇̌͐̈̍̀̅̕͝e̸̡̨̡̛̻̣̲͔̗̙̠͓̞͖̭̥͚̟̠͌́͑͐̈́̃͐̚͜ş̸̛͙̗͓͈̙̱̬̗̞̼̩͂̐̀̑̆͋̂̌͋̍̀̄̽̓͂͒ ̸̡̬͓̩̦̙́̆̈͛̋́̿͌̏͑̋ḅ̷̧̢͔̭̲̥͍̟͔͇͖̗͊͌̌̍̓͜͜͝ͅe̵̢̼̬͓̠̜̯̱̠̣̯͉͚͋̀͊̀͜ͅf̶̛͕̞̱̈́͛ͅǫ̸̹͇̠̙̺̝̼͋̽̐̀̃̈́̆͂̃̋̏̇ͅŕ̴̫̳̲̐e ̵̢̦̰̯͑́̓̽͆͌͂̀̅̃͆̏̋̔̂̅̽͘ ̷̡̢͍̳̮͇͇̩̹̩̩̖̫͙̱̜̄̔͌̽̽̓̇̓̉̉̊͌̏̕͜͜͝ͅr̴̨͙̹̦͙̝̻͇͇̣͇̹͑̊̅͊̎̽̓̃̓̉͛̄i̶̧̝̲̪̺̫͕͖͍͖̩̺̔̈ͅg̵͔͙̮̽̽͌̓̓͋̑̉̌̒̓͊̚͠h̵̖̠̥͚̘̹͉̞̼́̑͜t̷͕́̈͌́̀̋ͅ!?̵͎̖̾͊̈́͂̏̑̈́͛̋̒̎̌̋͑͛̓̑̅̕ ̶̬̗̋̾̒̑̆̓̿͐̍͂̂̇̌́́Ś̵̕̚â̴͈̝̤̩̭̫̞̺͉̻͙̱͍͖̖̹̆̄̂̊̆̎̕ͅn̸̹͇̩̽͛̿̽͗ḑ̵̯̯͈͙̬̜̮͔͙͈̩̞̺̉͌̀͌̓̃̊̃́͑̋̈͑̌̿͜͝y̵̛͙̹͗̓͗͊͝ ̸̨̞͇͚͎͚̥̞̮̺̹̥͇̫̇͆̈̈́͆̋͌̿́̀̐͘̚͜͜͠L̶̪̳͈̯͙͖̬̯̠̺͎͍̟̃̎̇͑̉̃̇̓̅̈́͌̌̕͜a̵̛͎̠͛̏̌̏̈́͑̔̕̚n̴̡̩̺̯͔̘͈͍͇͍͙͕͙͌̊̓̂̏̑͂̐͌̋͗̕d̶̨̧̡̢̜̱̱̪̮̄̾̎̋̅̄͘͜͜͝,̵̢̝̠̖̜̩̞̬̩̦͈̱̖̬̤͎̑̿͋͛͒̈́̑̀̄͊͘͘͜͝͝ ̸̧̛͎̤̻̱̬̮̔C̷̡̢̢̨̣̲̘̜̮͇̼͈͍͎͕̞̭̈́̽ͅͅh̵̗̥͕̹̠͙̳̩͓̲͇̩̲͈̉̀̈́̏̿͊̈̿̂é̶̛̪͖̬̖͓̥̙̻̦͚̖̔̍͌̑̀͋͂͆͋̊̎̒̈́̚͠s̸̘̻̞̲͚͍̖̗̤̥̗̜͈͉̭̲̓̾͗̽̔́̽̊̄̚͜ŝ̸͙̹̼͕̤̫̫̟̈͋̌͆͋̀̕͝͝͝,̵͎̟̞̬̃̿͐͑̌̔̈́̒͆̓̇͂́̽͜͝ ̴̢̧̠͓̰̘̖̺̻̤̠̲̼͇̗̈̀̑̕͝͠ͅC̴͋̓͗̒͂̋̐͗̽̇͛͆̓̂̇͜ṟ̶̼̜̹̉͗̉̚e̸̢̢̫̼̫͖͎̲͍̭̞̳̳͎̫͈̽͗̈́̅͐͒̏̉͒a̴͉̩̤͆͒̓̾͋͂̑͊͛̏̆͘̚͝m̸̧̡̧̥̻̬̲̼̖̲̖̪̼̭̺̾͆͂̇͌͆͝͝ͅ ̷̧̜̥͉̭͍͎͚͎̭̞̽̎̆̐̀̅͛̈C̸͔̩̦̺͖͂̊͗̓a̴̪̘̹̺͈̠̭͎̣̣͉̣̤̪̼̳̘͒̿̈͜p̴̛̛̳͎͇͔̫̞̺̫̽́̅̊̀͊͘̕͝ỉ̴̦̮͍̅̀ͅţ̴̢̧̢̡͍͎̘͎̹̻̱̣̯͖͉̓̔͌͜ã̷̛̱̘͖̿̂͐̑̌̋̔̈́͗̇̾͝͝l̷̡̨̠̖͉̹̺͈̲̮̰̋̊̿̒͗̄̈́̾̈́͐̚i̶̢̪̹̭̺̜̱̬͚̅̇̿̾͋̆̃̍̍̅ś̶͖͇͚̮̭̖̝̰̙͙̟̙̘̓̓͜t̶̙̰̘̫͇́̔̾́̂͐̀̇̽̋͐͠!̴̨͙̪̺̙͙̰̬̯̥̜̺̲͙͙̥͉̓̈́͆̂́̈́͆̐̀̑͜͜ ̶̡̖̯̳̳̘͉̗̺̼̗̖̈́͑͠Ä̵́̎̉ḻ̶̦̪͙̹̟̝̀́̓̒̓̈̌̌̄̆̔̓̓̅ļ̶̡̗̦̥̤͔̻̲̝̣͍̗̞͖̳̆̎͐̉̒̌̿̅̎͛̇̌̂̋́̈́͘̚͝ͅ ̸̠̖̊͋͐̿́̄̈͌̑̀̾́̓̓̆̑̆̉͘ỏ̵̧̢̟͓̯̞̦̟̤̰̞͊͛̀̑̀͜f̵̡̤͙͙́̏͑̈̀ ̷̬̗̮̮͕̫̪̲̯̲̭͈͚̰͕͑̀͐͗̋̈̓̀͜ͅį̵̢̛̤̥̣͎̯̑̅́̾̓͌̍̏̀͋ṯ̶͉̺̝͓͓̥̣͍̰̣͍̮͍̣̲́̓͛͊̍!̵̺̿͆̇̐̿̑͊͘̚̚ Ỹ̴̞̮͎̓̀̔ö̵̟̜̫͔͔͎́͛̑͋̇u̷̳̲͙̦̹͓̹̽̌̀̌͘ ̸̝̝̯̱̫̮̪͙̑͂̍͒̎̕͝͠c̶͍̲̑́̀͝a̵͈͉̟̗̐̔̍̕͜ṅ̸̛̥̓̂̚ ̴̭̭̝̜̭̘̺͂͒͊͌̕c̶̠̖̟̫̎́̔̓͑͛̾̀ö̶͍̙͉͇͎͚͔́͆̒̂n̵̺͎͉̭̑̑̕͜f̸̛̯̙̻̱̯̐̔͋͂̾́͋į̴̩̟͉͙̻͗̈́ŗ̶͇͓̈́͂͑͘m̴͈̰͍̤̓͜͝ ̶̨̹͋͒͘h̵̛̰̘͖̻̹̬́̏͌̊̂̅̊o̸̱̘̝͊̾̄͋̆̌̽w̵̪̙̰̰͆ ̴̗̽͜c̴̞͇͕̻̿̂̇r̵̢͈̭̥̥͚͋͛͋̐̒̐á̶́̀̎̄z̸y̷̔͆̒̾̓ ̴̡̎̉̃̑͘h̵̛̟̯̩̺̹̙́̿̔ȩ̶̨̥̬͔͈̥̀̀͛̓͘͝ ̴̟̬̑͌̀s̴͍͒͌où̵͓̱̳̤͕̻̒̽̃n̵͉̬̒ds̷̹̪̮̱̣͕͐̄͜͝

( @showstopper-homeowner)

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Chess is real. Sandyland and Cream Capitalist... aren't.

Lee rubs the back of his neck, wincing as he rubs against a small circle scar on his neck.

But... That's neither here or now. I... I'm trying to, undo this. I'm no coder, but surely I can fix this... I have to. I hate seeing you guys like this.

[glitch-parker]

B̴̹̩̣̪̏̌̾͐̈͘̕̕͘-̶̛̭̲̦̦̿̏̀͋͐͆͘͠͝͠ ̸͙̼̦̗͋́̌̐͂͌̾b̸̥̲͕́͐̍̓̚͜u̶͇͔̭̣̖̿̈́̿̾̐͗̂̽̓͜t̷̙̾̍̓̈́̐̾̊͋̂͝͠ ̵̛̦̤͕̜͇̩͖̀̋̇̓͒̾͋ͅͅẃ̵̫͚̱̘̊ę̶̛͊̓̏̿̈́͂́ ̶̥͖͈̰̩̟́̀̎̓́̑͆̌͆̑͝p̵̖̩̻̤͇͎̪̗̀͑́̉͂̂́̕͝͝ĺ̴̨̧̳͉͔͇̞̖̘̥͛͋̈́͑̈́̔̚͜͠å̴̛̤̗̲̼̺͒́͆̽y̸̨͉̥͎͉̙̩͎̗̒̏̍̚̚̕͜ͅ ̸̧̘̠̫͇͐i̷̡͙͈͚͒̐͌̇̆̎̀ţ̸̢̧̪̥̰̦̱͕͉̟̟͐́̃̊͑̇͑͆͝͝͠ ̷̲͇͊̈̍̾͘t̶̢̩̼́̏̽͆̋̄́̑͘o̶̙͖͂̃ͅǧ̵̯͎̪̬̘̣̲̮͈͗̄̍͝ḛ̵̡̡̦͕̟͚͈̹̙̐̐̀̓̈́́͌̑t̴̛͙͙̫̙̀͛̀̏͂̒͊̚͝͠h̶̉͆er̸̳͖̩̠͔̆͒̽̄͂̈́͛͂͝!̸̨̨̀ ̶̪͉͉̬̤͕̘͛T̶̠̳̜̰͚̆͗̍̉͆͜h̵͎̏̐̓̅ǎ̶̛̞t̴͗̔̋̔̂̆̈́̆͝-̷̎͋̎ ̷̬̄̈́̈͂̅̆̿̚t̵̨̧̤̪͙͈̺̹̘̱͉̟̀̆͑̈́̓̅͊̾̚̕ḥ̷̝́̋̀̒̅̈́̕͜ͅa̷̰̻̩̗̹̹͉̥̝̟̋̐̔̌̌̀̈́͛̊͊͋͜͜t̴̯̱̾̑̾ ̵̨̖͇̥͇̖͕͓̫̗̝͓́́́͊͛̎̈́̔̿͘͝ḧ̵̢̧͖̻̲̘̥́̋͑̀̆̑̽̍͛̀͠ö̴̘̱́̿́̀̌̒̎͊̀͗̚ͅw̸͖̑̈́͐͜ ̸̨̨̞̗͙̀̔̉̀̈́w̵̢̜̬̦̄́͘͜e̵̘̣͕̟̙̩̤̅͜͝'̵̧̖̟̹̲̔͝v̶̩͍̈́́̄̐̌͘ę̸͇̲͓̝͍̬͍̠͗͆̏̉̈́̓͝ͅ ̸̨͍̜̮͖̝͔͈̪̘̰̖̇͊͌̒̇͂̃̅ḅ̵̈̒̔̀̅̋͗e̴̩͚̲̩̻̻̒̉̀͛͛̆̕͜͜c̸̛̼͈̖̱̞̗̱̻͐̽̋̑́͂̈́̏̓̐͝o̶̡̧̟̝̲̫̮̤̜̟͍̽̈́͗́̏͆̑͛̑ͅm̵̻̞̉͋͂͊́͒͌̚͝ė̴̦͍͕̳͎͔̩͑́͘̕͝͝ ̶̡̛̬͈̱͉̤͔̣̋͒̽̆͂̀͝b̷̩̭̺͖͆̽̈́ę̷̨͓̲̳̳͚̞̣̟͎͂̿̽̾̆̊̀̚͜s̵̨͂ţ̷̻̄̄́͗̄̿͛̆͐e̴̛̙̬̓̎͗͆̽̒ͅs̶ f̴̧̛̳͇̟͔̼͎̩̬̜̹̀̓͜ö̴̘̱́̿́̀̌̒̎͊̀͗̚ͅ ̴̧̞͉̦̘͚̦̹̠͊͆̾f̴̧̛̳͇̟͔̼͎̩̬̜̹̀̓͜r̸̨̛̖̪̳̪̠̱͖̘̬͊̿̄̅̀̐͑̒̿͘͜ͅi̶̦̗̣̘͙̅̌́̒̿ê̸͉̞̱̬̫̟̺̩͜͝ň̷d̵̰͉̩͐̉̃̏̒́̋̆̓̐̀s̸̰͌̑̄̾̈́̏̈̈͑̀̔͠!

̵̨͍̹̳̹͉͋͆̒́̍ͅW̷̧̠̜̱̲̣̘̼̣͊̕e̴͎͕͕͓̘̰̰̎́̓̒͒ͅ ̵̼̻̫̘̐̓͑͋͜ͅp̵̨̨͕͎̫͈̠̞͕̬̱̄̑ͅl̵̒̎́͒͊a̸̪̱͗̈́̍̓̑̌̉̄̑͑͘͝y ̴͖̟͚͉̩̰͓̮̀̈̉͜ẗ̴͙̘̻̝͕̹͓̞͇́͛̄͠͝ĥ̵̞͔̘̫̻̥̻̎͒͒̆̌̚o̶͖͎̙̺̲̺̻̠͈̝̰̔̀́̇̒̽̓̎̀͋̅s̶͍̣̐̈̃ę̶̜̹̣̫̭̜̬͓̿̄̇͘͠ ̵͚̀̒̉̑͑̚ͅt̵̡̨̞̒̇͂h̶͚͙̎͆̕̚͜r̸͇̖̜͈̚ee̵̛̺̘͉̳̣͖͕̮̥͌̂̋ ̶̞͇͆̋̚͝ͅg̶̨͍̘̫̩̝͉͔̥͚͍̿͆͛̎͂͐̕͝ą̵̤͙̪̪͎̼̟̮̼̮̓͊̋̓̔̈́͗̓̉̐̕͝m̷̼̻̥̮̬̦̾̔̃̅̓̃̄̿͊͋̓͌e̸̼͕͌̿̎̋̈s̵̛̖̻̀̌̂͜ ̵̦̤͎͇̳͚̙͚̠̹̻̈́̏͂ą̸͉̻͖̞̿ņ̴͉̰͛͑͂̉́͌̕̕ḋ̶̼̤̽̍̓̂̓̅̓ ̵̨̉͛͒̏̾̓́ŗ̸̜͔̗̩̈́̌̃̽̌̎̄̈́̑̈́͠͝ͅờ̴̬͎̤͖͔̝̼͉̃̍̈́̂͆̀͒̇̚͜ͅll̵̨̡͔̹̲̳͙̣̳̬̠̣̀̆̈̚ ̸̹̱̜̯̪̀͂̒́̀́̀ ṫ̶̟̼̬̬̜͉̯̀̎̆͊̍͝͝h̷̟̗̣͇̲̭̰̏ě̴̡̩̮͙̲̏̅͋̎̍̀́̇ ̴̛͔̯͕͙̹͗̅͊̈́̔͆͌̑͝ḏ̸̢̛̭͕̱̺̬͍͚̔ͅi̷̤̟̩̫̰̗̩̜͗̀̅̇͗͊ͅc̸̡͖̮̦̼̲̠̔̎̌ë̵̜͚͎̈!̸̤͓̝͖͈͚̭͔̀̎͛͛̄͋̾͘͠͠ ̴͔̠̥̘̼̘̈́͑̇̾̍̂̀́͝͠Ţ̴̝͖̼̼̂ͅh̶͉̬̓̉̊̈̈́̀͂̂̒̚ä̸̖͖̣́̔̌͝ţ̶͓̝̱̠̱̉͒̑ş̶̢̛̰̗̻̪̻̭͈̼̮̞̇̅̊̒͒̉́̆̉̇̑ ̶̧̡̰͕͍͈̰͑t̵͓̾̈́͆͊̂͋̐͐̚͝h̸̺̆̿̐͆̓̉͂͑͘e̷͍͂̃́̀̈́̂͌̾̚ ̴̩̦̰̘̥̲̙̺͓͓̄̔̃̎̎Ȓ̷̨̟̟̙̟̗̖͕̀̇̕͜Ứ̷̛̫͉̜͖̱͙͆̈̄̃̎̀͝͠͝L̴̼̘̞̞̬̯̠̦͎͇̙͙̒̓̑͐̏Ẹ̷̤͕̭͔̪͋̉͌͑͝S̷̢̠͓̱̊̔͂͗̉̀̓ͅ!̶̼̘̺̼̼͕̟̑̂̿̒͐̑͒͝ͅ ̴̣̮̹̽̇̇͆Ỉ̷̡̛͖̰͓̰͖̲̦͛̕f̵̞̙̳̬̟̟̩͍̼̙̱͈́̾̏̄̓̕̕ ̶̧̡̛͖̻̙̗̙̠̠̰̹͇̔̽̌͑̔̌́͘t̷̮̮͙̘̙̘̼̝̫̩̩̠̋̊̑͑͒h̴̤͍̥͔̹̭̼̥́͜ḛ̸̞͚͙̮̗̬͈̫̗̮̈́̄̔̒̓͆̈́̐͒͑̕͝ý̸̜͖͍̹͔̞̺̜̦̬̓̀̃͜ ̷͍͍͉̈́̋̆͐́̕͝d̷̢̢̛̟̝͈͔͚͙̾̇̄̿͆̔̍̊͆͒͜i̸̦͗͛͊̈́̀̒͠ḑ̸̛̤̣̣̮̍́̚n̶͎̠̼̉͒̓̕'̶̧̧̗̌̎̀̓̇́̆͝t̷̛̫̭͂͛̓͆ ̵̲̓͜͝ę̸̧̖̠͕͇́̆̐̓͐͑̈́̈́͜x̸̩̭̳̪̱̖͓͎̠̲̫͐̌̅͂̃̔̐̚͘͝͠ī̶͚̝͍̖͕̤͕̳̯̦̙̥s̴͔̘̝̱͍̑̿̈́̔̎̓̓̃̀́͘͝t̸̯͙̫͎͈͕̯͉͙̗͙͂̀̆͝ ̷̡̈̐̉t̸͕̳͎̩̟͙̱̜̼̠̒̈̓̿̒̔̓̈́͐̕h̷͕̰̪͖͉̩̻̭͛̋͊͒̏̐̋̔͌̈́̕͠ȅ̷̟͋͆̉̈́̍ỳ̵̱̟͓́́́͛́̽́̕͝͝ ̴̡̙̰̤̖̥̼̝͙̒̆̃͌̄͛̈́͛̑̆̾͜͝ẅ̵̨͖̘́͠ȏ̸͓͉̱͓͍̟͆̎̀u̴̘͎͚̻͑̀̾͂́͌͐͛̒l̶̛̩͍̗̖̬͈̥̗͔̻͔̹̿̀͑͛̅̽̂̊̅ḑ̵͚̪̲̄̒͋̀͂̏͊̓̀̉͜ ̶̭͉̖͚̆͛͂͌̐̃́͆͑͘̕͠b̷̼̼̤̫̤̄͗͒̍̑ę̶̻̲̭̰̗͍͍̱̻͖̹̾͆̓̇͝ ̵̦̗̞̀̿̿̈́̂͒̆̄̄̈͝n̵̛̦̬͓̙͚̲̟̣̟̞̣̉͆͋̇̃͘̚͝͝͝o̶̡̡̡̙̖̰̭̔͗-̷̧̯͇̩̹͍̱̜̜͐̅̒̏̆̿̋̆̍̑̕

̴̨̢̥̲͎̮̗͉͖̻̬͍͐̓̎̈́͊͒̆͒͌͋̈́N̶̘̳͖̮͛̆́̊̂̈̓͑͊o̵̧͖̪̪̍̄̂̄͆̈̈́͜͝ ̴̖̖͕͍͔̥̯̊͋́ͅŗ̷̖͓̙͇̠͍̓͆́̒̒͂̿́͒͘͝͠ủ̶̧̧͚̱̼͇̹͇̫̳͉l̷͍͑̋̀̔̽̓͠e̵̛̫̬̻̼̹̣͚͔̘̾̓͑̓́̈̆͋͋́s̷̢̧̯̜̺̼͊̏̋̽̀̐͜͝!̸̙͍̺̠̰̮̿̔͗̽͠͠͝͝..

[deactivated-blog]

I... Made choices. Pressed buttons.

// i pressed the buttons

Shut up.

// damn okay

[glitch-parker]

Ţ̴̳̩̫̝̝͕̒̀̐͆̎͌̆͂̒͝ḧ̶͖̔͋͛̋ę̵̪̲͎͚͙̜̼̩̦̊.̷̡̧̖̠̬̙͕̟̰̈̈́̆͒͊.̴̻͋́͛͒͆̎̓̃̚.̶̪̯̞͕͈̼͍͖̝̺͐͆gã̸̧̧̺̱m̶̢̩̘̤͙͙̮̹̾ͅe̷̥͇͒̽̈̽̈́̽̅̓͘s̴̢͓̥̥̼̼̿̄͒̈́ ̷̞͚̪̲̙̙͕̐̃̈́̋̀̚d̸̡̛̖̹̼̖͕̉̀̓̃̋̌͐͘̚į̶̣̙͎͙̻̇̅̅̎́̒̍͐d̴̥͊̀̀n̴͚̬͓͕̞̭̘̻̤̓̿̃̽̋̑̕'̷̗̫͙͛t̴̞̙͇͕̫̯̯́̈́̈͜ ̸̞̭͎͕̱̲̻͕̝̊͛͒̈́͛̍͘̕̕͠h̷̡͙̱͎͙́̆̋͝a̸̧͐̋̈́̈́̌͋́̚v̶͔̬͇͑̇͋̉͂ḛ̵̬͚̜͂́͒͛̆ͅ ̵̞̅̔̉̀͂̾b̴̗͛̍̈́ȕ̴͓͙̜͖̋̕ẗ̸̢̮͖̭̲̽͐͊͘ẗ̸̯́̀̔͆̒̑ó̴̡̖̬̠̝̲̝̘̓̆̕ň̷̡̜̼͔̯͔̻̈́̒s̶̱̣̘̑.̷̰̾̈́..̷̰̾̈́

[deactivated-blog]

Yeah, but the game I'm playing,

Lee gestures around the house.

Does have games.

[glitch-parker]

.̶̨̟͑̽̽͋͆̿͆ͅͅ.̵̇̌̈́́. ̶̫͉͓͎͍̳̰͔͛̂̈́͆̎̓͌̅̂͒̚W̵̢̧̼̰̫̜̟̘̟̭͖̝͕͍̫͌̓̒̉̍ḩ̸̛̳͚̳͙̥͔̫̳̈́̒̾́̌͗̽ą̵̻̲̺͈͍̗̥͉̮̹̓͒̏́ͅt̴̺͈̝̮͈͉̗̦͚̝̻͊̋͋̀͛̾̀̐̑̊?̴̛̦̦̝͇̩̯̣̞͇̑̎̚

*He quickly looks around*

[deactivated-blog]

// DAWG throw me we said games instead of buttons

Motherfu- Buttons. Sorry. Misspoke. But, uh... You can't see them from your end.

[glitch-parker]

...̵̜̩̇̌̈́́̌͊̿̇́̚͠͝

W̵̢̧̼̰̫̜̟̘̟̭͖̝͕͍̫͌̓̒̉̍ḩ̸̛̳͚̳͙̥͔̫̳̈́̒̾́̌͗̽ą̵̻̲̺͈͍̗̥͉̮̹̓͒̏́ͅt̴̺͈̝̮͈͉̗̦͚̝̻͊̋͋̀͛̾̀̐̑̊?̴̛̦̦̝͇̩̯̣̞͇̑̎̚

*It didn't help his confusion*

[glitch-parker]

(( @showstopper-homeowner hello?))

[deactivated-blog]

// ack! so sorry, we've been so busy >.<

...I, uhm. Don't know how else to describe it...

[glitch-parker]

*He's not satisfied with that answer. He tries to think of something to say, but he can't he curls back against the wall again holding his head. he was muttering something but the glitching made it too hard to tell*

[deactivated-blog]

Parker...?

Lee crouches down to Parker's level, concern all across his face.

I-I know it's a lot to process...

[glitch-parker]

*He seem to keep muttering until Lee said the last part where he stopped. He looked up feeling betrayed processing it was all true. All of it. His glitching got worse obscuring him completely. He presses himself closest to the wall he could his voice was loud, yelling, but impossible of what. Despite Lee only being at his level and not touching Lee's body started to glitch. It was mild not painful but not pleasant*

[deactivated-blog]

Lee pulls himself away from Parker, panic visible in his eyes.

Parker!

He searches around for his phone, trying to access the settings. If he could use that to bypass into the code, surely he can-

A glitch wracks up Lee's own arm as he tries to press the settings button on his phone.

Ow...

Lee shakes off the glitch, glaring at his phone. His computer might have better luck, then...

I-I'm gonna fix this, Parker. I'm going to take care of the glitches. I promise.

He dashes out of the attic and downstairs towards the attic. He has so much to fix and so little time to fix it. Lee doesn't know how much worse the glitching could get, but it could get real bad real quick.

[glitch-parker]

*the glitching on Lee's body stops when he gets away from Parker. Parker only hear the hurry steps leave the attic. His vision blurred from the glitching mess. Everything hurts that it started to numb. He quietly said something but not moving much.*

// Should... Should I do something?... Lee just bailed on us....

( @nat-20-on-perception yes we're back and still doing this)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance hums, responding to you.]

Lee isn’t bailing, they’re… trying to help. They have a method that… that me and Holly are against. Maybe… you can give Parker something to comfort him a bit? All of the mods seem to be able to do that, so… maybe you can try? I’ll do what I can too, since all of that glitching has to be painful…

[Chance looks at Parker, his voice soft as he reaches out, putting a hand where he could only assume was Parker’s shoulder.]

Parker? Can you hear me?

[glitch-parker]

*Parker heard everything. Even before Chance started to talk to him. He didn't want to question what or who he was talking to. Probably a voice, a voice that wants to comfort him at least perhaps if he wasn't feeling so bad he would be grateful. He doesn't do anything for a moment before looking up. It was impossible to tell from all the glitching which was spreading to chance a bit from being in proximity. The glitches just kind of move to giving the vague idea that he was looking at Chance along with some glitchy words as some sort of reply.*

//I don't exactly know what to do tho or how to comfort him. The most I know how to do is mess with his code I doubt pausing him for another month would help any))

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance just smiles. Even if he can’t hear Parker’s reply, it was a good sign that he was trying]

I need you to breathe, okay? Try to calm yourself, and… I’ll be right here with you. I’m sure Lee will come back up here eventually with something that can help in some way, even if it’s just temporary. Once you’re calm, you… can ask me any question you have. Even if I don’t have an answer, I’m sure those little voice friends of ours will have something they can tell me that will help me answer you.

[glitch-parker]

*He hugs his knees closer curly more into himself. He says something*

//sorry to disappoint but I'm not too sure what I can do... Cupid! It's been a while since you were in the conversation do you have ideas?))

(*She has absolutely no shame putting them on blast even almost seeming like they're expecting an answer return despite this being rude*)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance laughs a bit, before sitting closer to Parker.]

I’m right here, okay? Just breathe.

//Oh! What about uhhh-

[After a moment, there’s some flowers in the room, mostly near Parker.]

//Boom! A bunch of bright flowers to try and make him happy!

[Chances voice is a whisper as he looks over to where he can see the two eyes representing the mods.]

Will that even work-?

//Of course it will! And if I find he has a favorite, I’ll find a way to put more of those!

okay-

[Chance clears his throat, looking at Parker to see if it helped.]

[glitch-parker]

*Parker doesn't seem to notice the flower at all but the flower definitely reacts to Parker as the flower glitchs very heavily. Parker says something to Chance still unaware he's not being heard*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance sighs softly]

Parker, I… can’t hear you. That’s why I’m trying to help you calm down, so that I can hear what you’re telling me.

[Chance picks up one of the flowers instead, showing it to Parker.]

These are- these are from one of the voices, the one I call Cupid. Apparently the really like flowers-

[glitch-parker]

*The glitching on the flower now starting to spread to Chance even getting closer to Parker seems to make it worse for both of them as well but it doesn't seem to spread more than where it is. He seems to see the object but he didn't react. His blurry vision made it hard to see, and when he try to focus it hurt his head. He started to put his head back down. Parker tries to say something at a higher volume.*

//at least you tried. More than I can say I can do right now...)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance winces at the glitching, but he doesn’t let himself react too much. Instead, he reaches to try and hug Parker.]

It’ll be okay, okay? Try to breathe with me, I’m with you, I’ll help.”

//Yeahh- maybe it’ll help more once he’s less glitchy-

[glitch-parker]

*He shuts up when he feels the embrace. The glitching was all over Chance now almost as bad as Parker's but less obscuring yet he seems to cling to Chance. Hugging back tightly*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance winces again, but he doesn’t let go. Not when he can tell it’s helping. He doesn’t make an attempt to talk, knowing words couldn’t do much when you couldn’t understand the person you were helping. So he just holds onto Parker.]

[glitch-parker]

*After a moment he can hear his rugged glitching breathing. After a few deep breaths his glitching seems to lessen intern also doing the same for Chance still hurting but a little less now.*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance offers a little smile, talking quietly. His voice glitches a bit, but it’s understandable at least.]

S̴͉̀e̸̊ͅè̶̹?̵̟̇ ̴̢͝Y̶̩̆o̶̺̔ȗ̵͜’̵̧͒ṟ̵̊e̶̡̒ ̸̝͝o̷̳̿k̴͉͒ặ̴y̶̛̱.̴̼̽ ̵̩͒I̵̱͗’̸̼̇m̴̰̓ ̶̳͐h̵̠͗é̶͍r̵̢͂e̷͉̓ ̷̱͐w̶͖͝i̷̯̊t̴͉̑ẖ̶͝ ̸̻̇ỳ̴̘o̶͍̒u̴̝͆.̴̖̅

//This is actually pretty sweet.

[glitch-parker]

*He doesn't say anything back still hugging. Since he was more visible now Chance could see Parker look at him with glitchy eyes then going back to burying his head into his shoulder. After a sec Chance felt something else not the glitching, not his face, but something wet, tears. A lot of them. It almost seemed like he was crying before, but you couldn't tell because of the glitching*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance juries softly and holds Parker tighter, hugging him close and whispering quietly. His voice seemed to come out clearer when he spoke quieter.]

it’s okay, you can cry. I’m right here.

[glitch-parker]

*He sniffles a little but doesn't seem to cry more quickly wiping it on his shoulder before he giving a heavy sigh. Breathing deeply.*

Ṃ̸̢̢̻͙̗̠͚͒͛͂̐͑̏̒̋͆͐͊̃́͌́̿̋̋͑͝ẏ̵̢̛̪̰̭͍̜̪̙̞͙̱̓̐́͆̏̕͘͜ ̶̢̡̣̬̙̺̪͓̙̣̻͇̊͗͊̈́̾̄̒͐̕͜͠ͅh̵̨̧̛̦̲̲͍̜̺͙̝̱̫̬̺̐͗͒͑̓͗͒̾̈́̊̑͑̈́̚̚͝ͅe̶̻̙̩͈̺͊͗͂͗̅̌́̄ą̷̹̭̫͉̼̥̪͇͖͙͍̓̑̑̑͐̑̔̈́́̾̑̎̈́͝ͅḍ̵̛̛̛̖͙̺̙̟̜͕̝̻͍̹̪̻̈̆̐̋̇̆̄̀̃͝ ̵̢̝͎̰̙͎̩̱̙̫̝̫͇̪̣͎̲̻͔̦͕̒͋͗͒̇̈̆̅̃̋̅̂́̀̔̎͂̏̈́͌͘͜͠ḩ̶̡̢̛͖̰͎̜͈͎̦̣̦̰͍̘̦͉͉͔͇̬̿̽̌̀̂̐͑̄̈́́̔̑͑̓̉́͗̔̀̚͠ͅu̷̩̭̫͖̱͇̘̇̀̎͗̈̌͛r̵̢̡̠̲̦͙͕͍̬̩͚̍̾͗͆̅̊̎̽̄͆́͒̎̑͌̽̚͜͜t̶̘̖̥̙͚̺̮̞̯̼̮͖̫̤̜͒͂̒ş̴̛͉̤͚̬͈̦́̒̓̏͋̔̆̎̏͆͘̚͝͝.̴̩̮̓͛͋̍̇̅̊̐͊̀̊̈̽̎̚͝.̷̧̧̬̒̀̏̀̚.̸̧̖̜̥̗̝̖͔̳̫̝̂̾͆̅͑̔̑͂

*He lets out a groans*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance nods.]

I̵̖̕ṯ̸͊’̷̦̉s̴̤̑ ̸̪̑ḡ̸̮ó̴͍i̷̠̊ṅ̷̺g̷͙͠ ̸̛ͅt̸̨̂ó̸ͅ.̴͑ͅ ̵͚͘W̷͔͑ỉ̴̬t̷̳͛h̴̛̜ ̷̱͗w̴͙͌h̸̢͌a̷̻͛ṭ̶͗ ̷̪͋m̶̪͠ę̶̇ ̸̝̇a̵̦͝n̴̥̓ḋ̴̙ ̶͖̅L̷̮͝e̴̤̒e̷͎͑ ̸̨͋ẗ̷̜́o̵̞͂l̵̀͜d̴̪͊ ̵̬͌ẙ̶̜ó̵͜u̷̡͠,̴̟͋ ̷̙̔a̴̻͊n̵͖̊y̵̰̾ ̴͇́m̵͝ͅe̷̋͜n̸͎̄ṱ̶̊i̶̗͋ò̶͉n̴̲͛ ̴̨̆ȯ̴̲f̴̱́ ̸͇͋i̷͇͆ẗ̴̲́ ̴͎̾c̶̖̑à̸̹u̶͠ͅs̴͓̈́e̷̙͒s̴̺̑ ̴̠͝h̸͉̓e̵̢̋a̴̞͠d̴̗̍ä̶̝́c̸̢̄h̴̛̳ë̸͉́s̴̡̉.̷̠̀ ̶̤̇I̸͇͠…̴̩̃ ̶͙͝f̷͚̿ỏ̸̼ŕ̵͈g̸̦̾o̸̱͝t̶̜̓ ̸̛͕a̸̝̚b̶͍̎ȯ̴̢ṷ̷͊t̶̰͑ ̷̜̈t̷̨͐h̵̢̀ȁ̶͇t̷̙̓ ̴̧̔w̶̤̉h̷̖͗ë̸̡n̵̥̐ ̸̳́I̶̩͊ ̷̱̕w̵͇̒a̷͖̒ṣ̵̛ ̸̟̔t̶̙̐ě̴̱l̸̜̈ḷ̶̇i̶͓͌n̷͑͜g̴͕̑ ̷̏ͅy̵̝̒ó̷̝u̸͎͘.̴̲͐ ̴̤̒T̵̳̊h̵̲̓e̵͇̔y̶̖͂’̷̜̓l̴̪̉l̵̮̈ ̵̞̎g̶̦͒o̴̞͆ ̷͓́a̴̤͝w̸̩̌à̸̱y̸̘̔ ̸̝̓š̶ͅo̵̜̾ǒ̵̝ǹ̶͇,̸̠͗ ̵͖͐Í̸̠ ̴̗͆ṗ̷̜r̸̺͌o̶͈̚m̴̳͒i̶͈̕s̴̪̚ę̶̆.̶̬̈́ ̶̳͝T̸̢̃h̷͎̃e̴̛̜ỳ̷̳ ̸̪̌n̵͔̂e̶̼͊v̴̞͗ę̶̃r̴̩̐ ̶͖͠s̴̝͘t̶̼̿a̷͓̿y̴̜̅ ̸̜͠f̵̹̈́o̶̢̔r̶̹̽ ̴͈̌l̸̞̉ô̷̺ń̴̞ġ̸̳

[He offers a comforting, almost sheepish smile.]

[glitch-parker]

*He doesn't say anything for a moment*

Ỷ̴̡̢̙̬̲͇̯̝͍̹̞͎̜͕̤͉̗̈́́̎̽͜o̴̧̨̰̮͙̮̦͚̬͖̱͐͜ͅù̶͙̼̙̆̈́̄̅̅̉̂͋͐̈̈́̈́́̑̕͘͝ ̵̲̦̟͎͙̫͕̗̻̖̻͖̥̞̔̿͑̈́́̈́̈́̄͒͋̕̚̕̚͝͝ͅş̵̢̰̲͖̬̙̞̮̭̝̣̗͈͛o̷̡̧̭͉̠͍̳̮̦͉̞̞͖̻̘̣̙̖͌͋͂͗̔̌̓̓̏̋͛́́͛̏̐͘̚͠͝͠ū̴̡̞͙͙̗̬̐̆͊̽̀́͌̕̕̚n̵̨̨̡͈̟͈͖͈̥͖͙̮̱̗̞̙̭̞͑͛̊̈́̑̍͜ͅͅḑ̸̧͖͉̜̱̼̬̭̫̪̖̾̃̈́̍́̅̾̅̇̎̕͝͠ͅ ̶̘̫̻̣͇̈̽̓͊̈͘̚w̶̛͍͈̯͋̋̇̈́̆̏͛̕͘ē̴̫̱̥̯̫̮̩͖̻͔̥͈̞̓̆͂̐̑̋̉͂̐͋̈̄͂̚̚̚͠ͅi̸̲̪̯͎̭̣̬̲̦̫̼̎̉̏͐̈́̓͋̀̊̓͘͝͝͝͠r̶̖̻̥̀̄͌̾̃́̆̽͋͐͒̈́̈͛͜d̸̛̛̪͇̾͛͂̊̈́̔̈́͂̐̈̒̆̊͛̿.̸̢̛͎͙͎̭̘̙̟͖̘̐̈́̔̈́̓̀̽͂́͝

*The reply was so blunt it almost seemed comical*

//kill this man. I swear to god.))

(*the voice was quiet but not because they were whispering it sounded more like they were far away*)

*Another pause before he said something else*

.̴̧̨̧̯͎̟͙̣̜̰̳͔̲̞͍͇͍̺̎̈́̋.̵̧̛̫̘͇̱̠̦̼͕̩̯̘̺̥͍̘̳̝̳̞̟̳̝̮̾̃̂̏̐̒͂̔́̈́̅̿͠.̸͔͙̰̙͕͚̤̳̰͈̺͕̣̣̏͊͗̌͛̍́̇̑̌̔̃̍̓̀̈́̾̇̍͌̿̅͜͠ ̶̡̧̲̱͚̪͉̻͎͖͎̹̪̣͋͒̂́̏̈́͗̈͊̾̈́̎̇́̇͠ I̴̡̨̦̙̥͈̪̮͍͉͍͕̓̊̾̚s̴̢̡̡̡̼̳̘͍̥̰̮̞̝̙̞̯̦̮̬͓̀͑́̔̓̏̉͂̎͑̀́̊̿͝ͅ ̷̧̩͚̝̟̲̻̟̗̤̬̺͒̃͊͋́̎̐̈̽͝͝͠͝͝i̴̲̗̪̞̩͔̟̞̲̪͖̦̓́̀͆̇̑͌̈́̊͆̓̉̉͌͂͝͠͝͠ͅͅt̶̹̞̤̘̅͗̿ͅ ̷͚͔͉̞̦͚̘͇̙̺̳̻͂̈̕͜ͅä̴̧͕͔̩̰̱͎͍̭̝̦̗̞͕̰͔̰̘̰́̈́͐̑̈́̿́͑̂́̀̌̑̆͌̃͂̾̏̈̄͘̚͝l̸̨̼̘̯̟͖̙̮̠̪̙͈̥̓̎̎̀̔ l̵̪̬̻̰̯̗̻̳̜͓͕̤̰̰̭̐͋̈́̅̅̎͊͛̐ͅ ̶̗͓̪͔̣̞̙͙̄̑͛́̄̾͑̉̈́͝t̵̹̪͓̲̺̀̈́̒̿̾͆͒͊͌̾r̵̛̤̤̦̽̒́̅͑̈́͛̃́́͛̋́̃͒͘̚u̴͔̰̓̒̿̅̿̈̉̈́e̶̙̅̄̉̄?̵̙̘͉̼̜̓̀̃͑͑͑̄̈̾̏̒̋̓̈̒̑̔͠

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance nods.]

Ÿ̷̠́ȇ̸̡a̸̧̿h̵͓̚.̵̺̍ ̸̱̈́Ī̷̹…̸̞͗ ̷̭͆w̴̨̔a̴̬̕s̴̰̕ ̶͚͂r̵̼̓e̵͉̿l̴̏͜ų̵͑c̴̤̎t̸̞́a̶̪͌n̴̑ͅṭ̶͋ ̵̢̚t̴͓́ǒ̷ͅ ̵̎ͅt̴̥̎ė̶͈ḷ̷͛l̸͔͗ ̵̞͌y̵̬̿o̵͕͝ů̷̧,̶̺̎ ̶̖̈́b̴̧̽ẹ̷̓c̸̮͗a̶͛ͅu̷̻͒s̸̱̀ë̸͖́ ̷̛͈Ḯ̶̠ ̷̪͑w̴̺͛à̷̼ș̶̐ ̴̣̔w̸̛͕o̸̝͊r̵̤̽r̵̈́͜ǐ̶̻ȇ̵̘ḍ̸́ ̶̲͠ỹ̷͕o̵̢̐u̸̅͜’̷̲̅d̷̘́ ̶̛̝b̶͉̓ė̷͍ ̷͓͌á̴̧n̴̟͊ĝ̷ͅr̸̙̂y̷̦̍ ̴͔͆ỏ̸̜r̶͉̽ ̵̪͛s̸͎̊o̸͖͌m̴̪̈́e̴̦̓t̶̓ͅh̵͙̉į̵̐ń̸͕ǧ̶̤.̸̠̃ ̸͖̈́B̴̮͌ų̷̌ț̵̚ ̶̝̇y̷̼͊e̷̦̽á̸͓h̴̢̊,̴̣͂ ̸͇̈í̵ͅt̴͕̃’̶̝͆s̸̢̔…̶̺̓ ̵͓͌ȉ̷̱ţ̸̎’̶̭̇s̷̺̀ ̶̪͋t̵͖̀r̵͕̾u̷͙̅e̴̠͘.̵̯̓ ̵̹͋I̴̥̒-̸͍̇ ̸͇́Ȉ̶͎ ̴͋͜k̵̩̓n̷̦̋ȯ̸ͅẅ̸͕́ ̴̙̒ḭ̴͛t̶̤̑ ̵̳̔s̴̯̓ǒ̴̞u̶̺͑n̵̰͠d̴̡̒s̴̖͋ ̴̢͂č̷͙ŗ̴͂ā̶͎z̸͔̉ÿ̸͇́,̴̟̊ ̴͍̔i̵̮̾t̷̫̿’̵̧̓s̷̞̽ ̴̪͊g̵̨͆ō̵̢ḯ̵͈n̴͉̈g̷̪͂ ̸̠̈́t̴͔̂o̷̥̎ ̶̜͋s̵̘̀ȯ̴̥ǔ̸̩n̶͙̕d̵͓̋ ̷͓̒c̷͔̓r̴͔̄a̶̻͝z̷̟͗ŷ̶̢,̵͙͝ ̶̳̒b̵͌͜u̷̠̅t̴̗͝ ̸̮̆h̸̭̕ō̸̺w̷̜͠ ̷͈̂d̷̡̆o̶͓͑ ̵͚̒ÿ̶̱́o̴̦͝ű̷͈ ̴̝̏t̶̺̒h̶̝͐i̸̖͌n̵̖͂k̵̲̔ ̴̫̈́Ĩ̸͙’̴̬͑m̸̯̐ ̷͔̈ă̴̼b̷̠̾l̷̇͜e̶̩̍ ̷͎́t̵̩̉o̵̪͘ ̵̝͆d̸̝͝i̶̞̾r̷͇͆e̶̤͌c̷̘̈́ţ̷͠l̴̫̍y̵͉͛ ̵̝̇t̷͖̍ã̴̝l̶̯̿k̸̯̏ ̴̨̐t̷̢̅ô̸̢ ̷̦̿s̷̢͐o̶̩̐m̴̘̆e̴̺͝ ̴̦̎p̷̜̆e̶̮̒o̷͚͒p̷͈͋l̵̯͂e̵̝͆ ̶͉̀y̴̘̾ó̵̧û̵̟ ̸̙̽c̷̕ͅȃ̵̦n̴͕̊’̴̟͒t̵͉͐ ̴̢̒e̷̝͊v̶̬̿e̶͎͆n̸͚̄ ̶̬͗h̶̨͒e̷̢̎a̸̰͝r̴̳͛?̷̟̊

[He laughs softly, but it’s mostly to try and lighten the mood.]

[glitch-parker]

S̴̑̉̽̈̌͒͝ø

*His glitch spiked as he hesitated*

A̴̧̡̛̻̼̤̭̹͇̙͎̮͛̈̏̈͋̀̾͋͌͌̓̓̓̓̈́̆̾̑̐͌̿̆͘̚͠͝ͅͅl̵̰̦̯͙̬̰͊̔̂̄̿̈́̉̈́́͒͑̒̾͂̅̿̂͝͝l̷̢̢̧̛̰̠̦̺̯̫͔̯̪̳̫̱̣̺̜̯̈́̃̍̐͌̈́́́̌͌̾̑͝͝͝ ̵̝͕̂̿͌̈́̑͒̆̐͌́̾̓́̋̾̇͌̂̃̕ͅo̴̧̡̧͕̘̙̰̟̻̘̪̘̟̻͂̉̓̍͗͐̍̃͗̃̈́̑́͘̚ͅf̶̢̛̮̰͚͔̹̞̯̻̠͈̘͈̰͓͈̤̖̠̝̝͇̤̳̤̑̇̌̓̔́͛̒̏̃͋͌͆͛̾͂̓͊̕͝͝ͅ ̶̡̢̧̢͔̳̜̝͈̦̱̗̞̖̟̤̗̣͉̩̪̫̪͔͓͙͖̹̲̐̽̒̂̊̀͊̂͊̉̾͌́̽̊̌̊̍̑͑͒͌̆͋̏͛͜͜͝m̵̰̼̝̹͍͚̯̼̱̲̖͔̈́͗̐̏̌͛̈́̔̈́͋̀̐͘̚͝͝͠ý̴̡̡̧̱̹̣͍͉̟͎̣͚̬̦̩͈̠̹͉̱͈͈̱͓̼̦̪͒͛̌͊̅̅̓̍̐͆͑̐̈́̕͜͠͝ͅͅ ̷̹͇͔̗͕̫͓̪̼̉̏̅́͠b̶͚͕̻̮̥̞̪̯͚̘͈͚̼̺̰̪̹̩̳͍̍̓̐͑̽̅̍͊̅̄̇̒̈̓͆̿̓͜͝͝͝ǫ̷̛͆̾̑̊̊̉͛͐͛̔̇̔́̈̂͛̐̏̽͗̒̀̓̈́͂̏͘̕͝͝͝͝͝͠ą̶̢̡͕͖͙̱̖̖͗͆̓͠r̴̮̪̗̳̳̜̂̃̿̇͊͐͒̈́̃͂̾̌̽͗̂̆̓̍͑ḑ̴̨̢̛̛̺̳͔̮̗̹̝̥̲̝̺͕̮̦̜̟͔̳͎̻̀̇̒͂͒̅͒̋́̅̐͛̀͆́͋̃͑͆͌̄͑̉̏̉̀͒͑͂̈͌̈́͝ ̵̊͑̊̃̋͐̃̄͒̈́͂̆͑͗̒̿̋̔͒̔̇͐̀͒̅̈́͗͘͜͝͝͠͝ğ̷̫̥̪̙̞̰̭̦̲̜̙͇̎̽͗̀̉̐̎̓͆͗̋͆̈́̀̊͆̚͜͝a̸̢̛̠͉̱̬͍̟̻̞͉̺̣̠̯͈̲̰̤̱̝̦̤̠͉̜̟̯͙͕͗̈̈̈̃̀͆͂̅̀̈̂̈͐̍̌̋̇͋̃͘̚͝͠͠͝m̸̳͓̘͎̬̻̹̝̯͌͛͑͐̀̄̉́̓͆̈̓̇͒̊͌̃̃̃̓͋͊̒̔͋́͘͠ͅę̴͍̘̞̺̰̠̤̝̭̟̞̠̬̮͓͖̹̬̀̔̄͂̎͌͑͘͜͝͠s̷̨̗̼̭͙̜͔̱̮͍̅̌̀̈́̿̐̎͋̚̚̚͠ ̸̢̡̢̧̟̺͔̯̭̮̯̹̥͂̃͗̀͗͋̆̇͆̀̆̆̂͊̉̎̒͒̃̃̓̑̈̀̌̏̒͜͝͝͝͝a̵̢̧̛͙̖̩͓̦̼̬̭̰̱̪̩̥͍̜͙̹̲͚̠̝͎̬͐̃̎̊̆́͋̂́̏̈́̐̔̈́͜r̸̛͉̹̗̥̜̺͕̤̥̪͚͈̹̣̼͚̟̦̃͑̎͐̀́͐͒́̄̿̑̾̉̅͝e̴̡͓̬̩̦̮̲̣̣̪̻̩̞̬̝̯͓̳̰̰͓͓̯͓̲̍͋̇͛͑̀̈́͘.̵̨̡̧̧̢̢̧̠̬̰̰͕͚͇̲̫̻̥̩̻̭̘̞͈̲̫̳̪̜̽̔̎͗̀͌̎̾͋͒̌͌͐̀̿͗͌̎̒̊̈́͛̓͋̾̇̓͛̈́̇͘͝͝.̵̛̳͎̱͆͋̌̈̆̀̌͛̉͐͠.̸̪̯̭͋͊̀̾͝

*He didn't dare to finish that sentence*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance sighs.]

Y̵̝̓e̸͖̒á̸̙h̴̬̊…̸͙̔ ̵̗͑I̶̖͗’̶̰͝m̷̪̽ ̸͈͠s̵̱̒o̶̬̿r̴̥̊ȑ̴̭y̸̧͗.̵͜͠ ̵̣̾B̵̰̊ủ̵͓t̴̋͜,̴̛͕ ̸͈̔m̶̫͌y̷̧̔ ̴͎̇o̵̱̒f̴̥̓f̸͚͝é̴̩r̵̪͗ ̵̹̾s̸͎̎t̷͖̕i̷̳͗ľ̴̲l̷̩̀ ̵̼̋ṡ̵͜ṱ̸́ȁ̶͖n̸͚͝ď̴͖s̷͍̋,̵̘̉ ̷̧͗ẇ̸͍ḙ̸̓…̵̫̆ ̵̩̇w̵͉͝ḙ̸͝ ̵̡̈́ç̸̈ǎ̶̙n̵͇͛ ̵̪̊ẗ̵̟́ŕ̴̩ÿ̷̖́ ̶͉͘ṱ̶̅ǒ̸̩ ̷̫̈r̵̦̋ȇ̴͈c̴̩͐r̷̤͐e̷͇͝ḁ̵̃t̴͔̐ẻ̴̪ ̷̼͘t̷̗̋ḣ̵͈e̶͕̍m̸͉͠ ̵͎́o̵̞͝u̵͔͠t̸͎̕ ̶̼͝õ̶͇f̴̞̚ ̸̢̇c̵̦͌á̵͜r̴͙̆d̷̾͜b̷̥͝o̸͎͗ȧ̵͖ṙ̴̮d̷̪͝!̵̭͒

[He smiles nervously, hoping the offer could ease Parker a little.]

[glitch-parker]

D̸̨̢̧̡̡̺͚̲͔̹͉̭̼̼̼̺͈͖̬̙̼̗̩̈̃̾̊͂́̀̄̉̅͗͑́̃͂̇͐̀̍̇̀͜ͅó̵̧̫̟̤͚̰̘̲̪̘̭̩̎̃͛͒̽̀̂̊̿̑̉̽̓͂̊͊͂̏̈͊͘͝ͅş̴̨̢̣͕̝̞͈̬̭͛̈́ͅe̷̡̢̡̛͙͓̞̼̣̱̞̟̳̳̳͈̦̦̲͈̘̺̦̲̠̤̲̅̆̋̓̀̈́̋̂́̿̀̿͑̈́͗͂́͑̂̎͝͝ͅͅ ̴̘͍͍͖̞̬̗͚̠̭̳̤̟͉͉͖̝̅́̃̀̐̉͊̀̿͑̀͛̾́͑̎͆̈̓͗̕͘̕͘͜͝ͅt̸̢̡̢̬̠̟̙͈͎̦̝̩̮͔̝̤̤̖̼̜͍̜̼͔̻̩̰̠̩͇̝̗̟̾̐̍̈̉͐̄̓̎̇̈́͑̕͜͠͝͠͠h̶̛̛̼̪̝͑͛͑͐̌͗̈́̓͘a̶̧̡̢̛̦̜̳͎͓̗̱̯̲̗̯̬̘͈̖̟̝̘̓̂̏̃̈́̈́̾͋͂̏͊̅͒̉̑̚̕͜͝͝t̴̢̢̢̛̩̰͕̥̪͖̗̤̰̜͕͈̫̖̝̀̍̇̀̽̐̽̑͌̒͌͑̈́̇͆͌̅̓̄̋͘͘̚͘͜͝͝ͅ ̸̡̧̨̧̳̜̝̣̣͚͎͈͓̫̻̙̭̼͔̟͖̥͓͓̥͇̉̐̊̓̇̕ͅͅm̷̢͍͓̠̻̜͕̳̭͉̬͙̲̮͓̘̤̖͖̘̹͓͍͈̳̫͔̫͈͍̱͉̿̀̆̒̽̑̐̓̑͂̄̈́͂͑̆̋̾̓̃̈́̉̄̚̚̕̚̕͜͠͝ê̷̛̲̭̹̠̥̙̔͌̓̎̀̔͌̒̒͌̔̓̿̊̄̄̑̽̒͘̚̚͠͝͠ͅä̶̧̦̪̻͖̣̘̗̺̲̜̝͑̀̒́̊̃̄̐͂͒͊̋̚̚͠n̶̢̛̤͇͎͓̦̲̾̓̆̂́̀̃̔͑̎̍͐̉̃̑͊̄̉͘͘͝͝͝ ̸̦̠̠͎̰̙̤̼͇̣͓͇̳͚̯̥̋͒͒́̈́́̋̄̄͝m̷̛̛̜̫͈̭̬̗̙͖̩͈͓̈͂̎͒͂̊͌̇̅͒͛̆̊͂̈́͋̇̊̈́̔͌̂̔̉͊͒͛̑̚̕̚͘͠y̵̡̢͎̥̬͓͖̱̗̪̔̿͑͐̓̚ ̷̨̨̡̨͕͍̪͙̖̝̫̳̻͈͕̻̖̪̟̪͖̻̜̳̰͒̋̅̑̎̃̈̋̚͜͝͠ͅͅr̴̡̢͓͔̣̮͉͙̦̰̞̞͇͎͖̬̳̪͙̪̟͙͍͉̳͉̺̫̞̄͑͛͛͜͜͜͜͝u̸̧̨͕̪͖̞̻̺͉̬͍̻̻̫͓̯̭̜̝̰͇̝̹̣̱̲̮̜̣̮̐̔͛̓̇̓͊́͌̓̆̂̓͂̾̃̈͛̉͌͆̋̄̉̈̕̕̕͘͜l̸̨̡̹͇͇͈̭̻̝̝̗̲̘̠͉͋́ȩ̵̡̳̘͙͖̪͇͍̮͇͉̺̜͓̘̗̈́̀̅̎̽̐̊͝͠ͅs̶̡̨̨̛̟̺̼̦͈͇̟̥͈̲͎͙͔̭͍͖̰̥͖̦̣̮͉̯̬̈́̄̀̈́̏́̈́́̑͛̈́́̃̄̏̍̑͊͌̕͘͘͘͝ͅ ̵̩͉̩̦̺̜̘̺̰͕̼̩͍͙̼̖̟̖̙͓̜̫̃͌͊͒͌̿̽̌͝ͅḑ̷͙̩̠̜́̍͐̏̓̐̒̈̎̽̀̂̔̽̈͐̑̄͂͗̈́̊́̿̒͋̇̉̈́̕̚̚͘͝͠o̶̡̫̯̜̖̖̩̩̟̞͇̾̒̅̓̌́̏̔́̽̐̈͗̊̎́̉͆̈̈̑̊̿͛͘̚͝ͅņ̸̨̧̘̣̦̦̞̙͖͉͍̖̮͕̟͖̫̭̘̜̪͍̲̬̫̰̜͋͂̔́̂͂̄̃̅̂̌͌̀͒́̎́̔̀͑̈́̚͜͜͜͠ͅ'̸̨͓̩̖̹̰̠͖̬̒̊̅͒̒̄̀̄̔́̀̈́̎̅͂̄̓͛̚͝t̷͈͙̫͙͇̻̝̉̇̏́͐͂̉́̏̾̊̔̇̏̓͠͝ͅ

̷̔́̎̑̃̏̉*The corner of his eyes start watering*

̵̢̢̻̗̤̙̟͕̜͖̹̱̹͖̺͖̬͇̲̓̂̌́͋̊̈̏̈́͂̿͂̒̄͛͋̃͂̋̾͜͠ͅĘ̸̧̨̨͍̲̤̭͙̖̭͍͖͉͔̺̃̐̈́̏̆̒̇̃̚͠x̴̛͙̭̖̜̣̖͔̥̩̫͖͖͔̤̋̀̋̒͒̈́̿͂̂̈̈́̆́͗̄̐̇͊̋̃̀̚̕į̴̛̙̟͚̮̦̩̠͓̘͚̦̩͗̍̓̓̂̇̓́̎͌͊̀̍̿͂̐̊̃̄͒̓̾̓̕̕͠͝s̷̡̹͕̱̯͙̗̯͍̩̪̅̅͌̑͜͠͠ẗ̵̨̘̪̘̰͉̳̬̳̠̥̫́̈́̉́̾͗͐̐̍͋͛̆̈͐̄̈́̒̋͐͊̋̑͋̋̎̑͋͛͆̆͆̃̕͝͝͝ͅ

I̵̡̡̢̧̹̫̼̜̪̖̭̗̣̲͈̝̲̼̖̯͈̱̫̘͎̩̹͚̲̲̬̩̐͑̂̉͛̑͋͑͌̋͊̎̎̑́̆̆́͘͜͜͠-̷̧̢̧̡̧̡̢̧͈͕͙̭̗̠̦̣̮̹̮͙̘͕̩̘̯̓̾̍̌̏̌́̂̈́͒͂͋̊̂̆̂̎̌̽̈́̓͌̃̌̈́̏̀̿̄̅̉̅͘͜ ̴̧̧̨̨͚̭̗̝͎͎͔̖͈̻͎̻̜͕̦̫̺̩̙͎̼̪̣̈̈͑̍̎́́̃͂̀̕͝͠I̴̛͙̱̰̥͓̤̳̬̖̯̭̦̯̳͎̠̫͕̽͐̃̀̑͒͐͝ ̷̨̯̥̞̝̥̦̻̳̭͓̠̥͇͔͓͖̩̻̙͍̦̭̥̺̮̂̓͗̿́̕͝ͅç̸̨̨̧͈̹̺̹̤̘͇̞͉̜͔͕͙͓̝̳͈͕͖̣̞̖̥͎̣͍͆̇̈̂́̊̕͘͜͝ą̶̨̛͉͎͉̖̭̖͓̥̠̪̪͓̝̟͕̰̥̲̺̠̺̼̺̼̦̹̦͎̥̜͚̾́̃́̈́̈̓̍̀̒͘ņ̸̥̦̯̞̯̠̻̜̝͖̗̥̝̹͔͇̱̑̈́̀̊̑̏̂̒̃̽̓̆͌̃͆̈͂́̚͠͝'̵̨̫͎̟̠̰̗̗͍̦̹̺̪̺̟̪̭̹̰͂̉̍̋̚͜ţ̵̧̧̧̡̪̖̜̠͔̰̳̮̩̗͉̼̹̮̻̤̫̖͕̟̘͇͚̻͇̮̈́̈́͘ͅ ̸̡̨̟̥̮͍͎̤̭̫̙̉̈͐̔̈͐̓͗̉̓̑̈̆̏͋̍́͝͠͝h̶̛͖̣̆̀͛́͛̅̑͑̀͂̄̍̽͊̍̇̈̑͐͘a̸̢̢̛͇̲̖̮̲̥͍̯͚̪͈̜̟͇͙̭̣͎̬͎͉͒̓̃̋̊́̊́̏̈́́̍̉͐̎͆̔͛̿͌̓̆́̃̇̚͝͝͝v̵̡̝̜͚͙̩̬̥̥̝͉̠̹̫͉̙̩̝̝̱͙͕͇̏͊̓̌̀͛̑̐́̄̉̅̅̑͑̏̈́̌̑̾̅̑̆̀̅̌͘͘̕͘͝͠͠e̸̡̡̧̧̡̨̙̲̦͇̣̣̗̯̝͙̲͇̪̤͍̠̩̙͔̞̰̭̙͉͖̹̣̠̊́͜ͅ ̷̢̨̧̨̧͙̘̜̯̙̪̘͈͍͕̦̬͇̜̰̺̖̻̪̞̞͖͖̱͈̠̻̖͉̖̦̿͂͂̾͂̐̎͊͂̃̌͐̋̕̕͘ȓ̴̟̺͉̲̭̘̤̬͔̩̞̣̪̟̮̘̥̹̫̼̮̍̂̓̏̈́̈́͂̆̀͝ͅu̶̘͐̂̉̊̉̒̽̑̍́̈́̏̐̓̈́̿͜͠͝ļ̸̛͈͎͔͂̆͂̈͂͛̾̓͆̕̕e̵̡̢̼̮̮̻̞̳̤̰͉̦̫̣̮̞̖̗̻̗͍̯̪̝̣̹̪̭͐̆̀̽͋͐́̄̓̓̀̎̇̉̊́̎̆̄͑̉͆̏͗͘͜ͅs̶̢̨̫̦̰̹̹͓͉̲͖͓͙̟̜̠̩̳̫̖̹̦͔̖̙̲͕̪͉̪͇͌̈͌̀̐͋̅̎́̾̑̐̆͐̐̌̑̍̾̑̆̂̈́̃̚͜͜͜͝ͅ ̵̛̖͉̣̖̝̝͔̘̱̟̞̲͇̞͛̏̏͛̂͑̍͂́͛̓̇͆͋͗͘͘͜͜͜͝͝͠i̷̢̧̨͓̘͇̹̠͍̱̱̼͎̮͈̭͚͇͉̙͔̖͙̘̤̬̜̖̰̗̐͋̀̈́̈̋͂̀̃͊͑͂̇̓͂̆̑̎̒̉̚͜͝ͅͅf̵̧̛̛̲̞͇̲͚͈͔̜̌͑͒̏̑̄̎̂͊̈́͗̓̓̅̂̀̈̊͆̀̋̕̚̚̕̕͘̕͠͝-̸̢̨̱̞̭͉͔̠͔̗̻̩̘͈̻͇͓̺̲̦̯̺̩̜̳̤̳̗̖͔̌͊͑̐̑̕͜͜ ̷̛̮̫͖̖̙̹̼̞͈̲̻͈̪̤̤͂͋͗̽̆̉̀͌̅͑̒̋̽̃̆͑̈͘̚͘͠͝i̶̧̨̨̛̠̟̪̣͍̭̟̻͚͚̬̬̝̤̭̰̙̦̘͓͖͈̳̠̯̝̘̠͉̰͐̀͐̂̄̍̏́̉̋̎̈́̋̎͋̐̐̄͑́͌̋̚̕̕͠͠f̸̡̨̡̖͍̗̱̱̘̖̥͍̭̜͎̝̘̞͓̦̲͖͓͍͔̙͕̥̈͊̇̏̋̈́͌͊̽͗́̀́̽̕͜͜͝͝ͅ ̷͈̥́̀̃I̸̛̪̳͇͓͉̥̗͑̎̓̄̽́̂̉͂͊̆̓̚͠ ̵̢̢̧̢̧̟̭̟̻͍͍̳̬̼͔̫͖̓̊̈́͌̏̅͘͜͜ͅd̴̢͙̻̭̤͎̦̼̫͚̹̦̩̦̻̣̘̰̯̮͛̔̋͐̅̓͜͜ȍ̸͕̖͋̍̋͐́̈́̈́̈́͐̅̓̐̐̈́̍́̈̓͌̆͝͝ṇ̷̢̨̧̛͇͖͓̱͍͔̖̦̪̥͙̯̠̲̰͉̽̿̍̈̑̌͒͐̆͐̐̚͠ͅ'̸̡̡̨̯͓͍̜̞̰̭̫͚͎̙̜̯̰̺̰̩͎̞̭̮̦̜̒̆̊̄̔ͅͅt̴̡̯̯̯͈̻̖̣̟̣̞̣̝̄͐͌̾͊͘͠ͅ-̵̢̢̛̞̺̼̟̳̙͕̲̬̪̣̖̠͚̺̬͚͉͍͈̯̱͓̲͍̺́̃̀̃̿̆̌͂̂̈́́̇̿̽͛̈̂̈́̌͗̉͗̀́͒̅͑̚̚̕̕͝

*He voice starts cracking. He clinged on him tighter feeling like he's losing his mind again. What would such a thing even mean for him? No rules? no games? Did his relationship with Lee count? Did the dice exist? Could he ever make a lover/ friend /enemy with anyone? Was he destined to no one? To be alone? Did it matter?*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance holds Parker tightly.]

Y̵̲̆ö̸͙́ù̸̗ ̴̘̈́w̶̯̃ọ̷̑ü̸̥l̷̮͝d̷͕̑n̷̺̄’̶̩̇t̷̚͜ ̴̤͝e̴͎̔x̴̫͋i̶̦̊s̵̬̈́t̸͈́ ̷͕͑ĩ̴̡f̷̱̾ ̵̗͆t̸͔͂h̷͋͜e̶͚͂ ̴̰̀r̶͂͜u̴͕͋l̸̫̈́e̴̞̕s̶͚͝ ̵̺̈́d̴̢͌ḯ̶͓d̵̩̂ň̷̫’̵͚̈́t̶͇̾,̴͚̀ ̶̟͠w̷̼͒h̸̟̿ȋ̷̭ç̷͊h̵̢̍ ̴̹̽m̸̯̃ȅ̶̺ȧ̸̻n̸͚̂s̸͎̈́ ̷̠͐ẗ̷͔́ḧ̸̜́e̵̲̿ŷ̵̹ ̷͇̈ḓ̸̐o̵͜͝.̵͓̔ ̶̏ͅA̷͔͒n̵̳̉d̶͎͘ ̴̯̆w̷͊͜e̵̯͗ ̸̞̉c̴͖̔ä̸̜́n̸̢͗ ̶͕́m̵̋͜ă̴͕ḳ̷͝e̶̝̿ ̸̪̈p̴̳͐h̵̖͝y̶͈̆s̴͙̊ï̴̯c̵̪͂a̸̪̐l̸̠̄ ̴̦͘c̸̜̈ò̶̱p̸͎̓ȋ̵͙è̸͜ŝ̶̪,̷͈͊ ̸̥͝ȁ̶̗s̵̓ͅ ̷͚̏m̷̟̚a̸̩̿n̶̝͂y̷̘̾ ̷͈͒ą̴̏s̵̲̐ ̷̯̇y̷͉͝ȍ̶̦ủ̷̮ ̷̻̂ṋ̴͘e̵̘̾è̶̙d̶̻͝.̵͓͌

[glitch-parker]

Lee, dressed as Will Wood's Normal Album cover, heads up to the attic. He has a bright smile on his face and a bag of candy in his hands. As soon as he enters the attic, though, the bag of candy falls from his hands as he takes in Parker's glitching.

Parker!

He cries out, running towards Parker and grabbing his wrists. Lee flinches as the glitching spreads to his form, but he holds strong as he inspects Parker.

What happened? What's going on???

@showstopper-homeowner

*He sitting with Chance not expecting someone else to come in suddenly, to say he was startled would be an understatement he literally jumps back when Lee made contact which also got rid of the Lee's glitching and pain. Parker's glitching seem to spike for just a moment but then going back to how it was*

J̸̯̮͇̲̩̈͐͋̌̒̉̅͌̀̆͗͜͝é̶̢̝̙͚̱͕͉̫̘͇̖̜̠̹̐̇̐͛̅̀͛̆́͝͝ş̸̨̛̘̦̣̻̮̫̱̝̝̞̎̑̀͊͌͝͠͝͝ų̶͖̫͕̠̝̟͉̤͔̪́̈́͆̔̃́̏̎̐̏̕͜͝ș̷͓̬̣̭͚̫̳̀̓͐͐̄͐̍͂̏͛͌̕̚ͅ L̷̤͖̊̽̈́̏͗͝ȩ̶͕̹̮̯̀̿̽̋̏͝e̴̺̠̠͛!̴̝̭͉̫̝́̉̇

*He huffs out. He stared at Lee for a second seeming out of it as his mine tries to catch up with him remembering that huge mess of empty board games literally tossed around*

O̷̤̯̜̊̒̌͑̈́̈́̒̕̕͝h̶̨̳͎͉̠̾̀́͒̔̔̉̂͘ ̷̢̯͚̠̅́̽͑͝͠ǔ̷̢͉͚͈͚̳̪͍̝̞͓̱̀̊̓̈͝͝m̴̳͚͙͖̼̫̮͚̲̆̋̾̌̈͂͑̿̄̎̕͝ͅͅ-̶̢̳͕͍̠̘̟̣̻͖͑̾̀̑͊̈́̄ ̷̥̓̓͝C̷̡͔̦̏͌͒̀ȟ̴̢̬̘̺̲̻̼̺͈̠͜ǎ̶͈̋̉͂̈́̈́̾͋̂n̴̨͇̮͙͇̫̻̺̝͂̂c̶͔̜̻̀͛̀͗̎̽ę̶̟̦͙̗̮̖͕͍̝͖̭́̌͋̉͝ ̸̡̩̳͚͇̯̫̖͈̣̒̊w̶̮̭̫͕̗̮͘͝ā̸͎̯͕̻̜̀͗̈́̔̊͌̀̆́̃͜s̶͔̮̿ ̸͉͙̄̈̎̾̊̉͛̕͝h̴̙̜̼̳̮̎̏̉͂̓̅͑̀̚͝e̸̢͑ḽ̶͖͍̹̊́̈́͛͗̏̊p̸̘̞̩̘͓̯̰̠̪͈̺̊̄ ̶̲̠͔͚̜̱̞̜̲̻̱̏m̵̛̟̗͔͙̀͊̈́͊͑ë̴͍̫͉̲̦́̄̂̏͗̆̓͒͆͝ ̷̧̦͚̦̣͓͉̪͚̯́̌̈́͊̂͘͝ͅͅç̶̮̮̙͇͚̳̫̖͉̔͂͑̔͗͑̈̎̿͌ļ̶̨̘̰̖̹͙̥̪̗͌̓̆͜e̵̡͂͛̇͐̐̌͂̽a̶͔̥͕͆̅͂̃̉̇͝ͅn̷̛͈̯̲̞̯̻̭͛̈̃̈́̅͒̔̕ ̶̼͙̞̝̲̝̥̱̙̳͈͆͗̏͜ā̴̛̘̹̠͈̰̪̩͍̥̩̻̗̃̀͘ ̶̡̗̻̌̋̃͊̚ͅb̷̪̦̥̻͖̹̼͉͆̀i̸̙̰̥̻̲͂̀t̶̢̪̗̘͙̙̺̯̖̒!

*He lied not wanting to worry him since who knows if this was connected to glitches or not or whatever was happening. Unaware of the most obvious warning sign hi̸̧͈̠͂̊m̷̧̞̫͋̄̊s̶̯̲̄e̵̙͕̭̒l̵̺̻̽̈́f̸̨̏͑͂.*

[deactivated-blog]

I-I need to take care of this! Oh my gods, Parker, I didn't realize you were getting thid bad! If I had known earlier, I-

Lee was frantically pulling out his notebook and flipping to various pages, trying to find out where he put his research for staving off glitches.

You and Chance were cleaning? What did you come across? It might be related to the gliching.

// so sorry for the late reply... we were quite busy, hahah.

[glitch-parker]

Ooc: Nah your good))

*He was starting to panic a little bit making the glitching a little worse. Had he not been as good at acting like he was ok? What does he mean by getting worse?? And worst of all he felt like he had to fix it. Fix this whatever this was. Parker nonchalantly Yanks the notebook out of his hand. No glitching gets on the notebook tho*

H̸̞̥͗́̃͛͊͘͝e̷̛̳̻̭̖̣͚͚̳͈̖̪̳̒͆̽̊̈́͊͛͐̈́͝͝ͅẙ̸͕͇̠̝̺͂ͅ ̷̳̲̽͊͗̈́́̉̑̽̎͂̃̓͝ͅn̸͕̜̩̞͉̫̙̼͔̤̺̓̌̄̓͐̈́͠͝͠ͅo̸̡̯̲̣̠̩̐͛̓̈͝w̶̻̜͓͙͖̗͖̝̗̭͚͌, ̵̢̧̟̼̟̳̘̈́̓̿ͅT̴̢̨͇͇̭̝͖͓̓͂̓̉͂͋͋ḥ̸͖̤̻̭̇͐̐̊̾̐͐̆͛͋͘̕͝ȩ̴͕̮̼͙̣̘̼̼͕͍͍̀̀̏͐r̷̡̢͎̩̻͕̞̰̮͉̘͍̈́̇͠͝ẽ̷̯͇̟̣̜̟̖̪͒͊̔̇̃̓ͅ'̶̧̗͎̦͎̤̩̈̑͋͠͠ͅs̸̩̮͙͓͇̼̫̭̑̚ ̶̰͕̑̎̆͘͜n̶̠̭̱̍̈́̔̏̎̏̒͝ȏ̴͇́̃̓̑̊̆̏͠ ̴̛̭̘̼̭̪̲͇̿͋̅̔̓͛͛̓̋̓̋̃ͅn̸̨̨̢̥̩̲̝̼̤̼̻̄͌͒͊̇̂̆̿͘̚̚̚͝e̴̡̯̱̻͚͎̺͆͘ẻ̷̝̠̻̈́́̎̽̉̀̉̑̚͝d̴͕̜̦̲͉̪̻͙̀͜ ̷̧̛̻̖͓̻͇̮͂̎̇͋̐f̷̆̏̏ò̵̢̢̯͓̩͍̩̼̳̖͝ṛ̴̺̘͂ t̶͈̱̪͕̻͉̦̞̦̫̮̩̊͑̈́͗̑̅́̄̐̈́͠h̴̢̖̝̣̱̫̦̭̯͎̬̩̺̉͂͗̈́͒̎̅̕a̷̳̭̙̝͚͆̌̏͂̆͝t̸̡͚̜͚̹̯̲̼̦̱̂̀̿̈́̾̍͐̀́̐̈ͅ.̶̹͓́͒̈̔̈ͅ

Ň̵̞̭͋͋̌̇͆̅͝ó̶̢̱̪̝̗̤̬͒͒̂͝ ̶̨̨̛̭͔̖̳̒̌̊͌̿g̶̭̭͍̙̊̽̀̀͌̈́́́͑͊l̵̜͎͚̓̀͆̃͐̏̑̕i̵͈̞̰͔̺̲͑͐̆̇̽̑̚͜͠ͅt̷͚̮͖̭̱͖̜͓̰̾͒̓̒̃̕͠ͅč̴͇̱̝͖̞̳̄̀͐̑ḩ̷̨̲͖̝͎̳͓̖͝e̴̥̖̜͙̬̗̍̐̀͐̍̔̕̚͝͝s̷̢̧̥̣̟͔͖̍̾̌̉̿̅͗͑̎̏ ̷̠͉̗̠̔j̵̝̜̥͈̙͍̮͉͚͗̔́̃̓͗̓̽̈͜u̸̖̾ŝ̷̢͖͋̾͗̓̒̃͊̈̕t̵̨̢̯͍̭͓̤̫͕̯̑̅̃͝ ̵̘̹̲̔͋̐̋̌ͅc̷̨̣̰̤͓̮͈̥̙̙̐͊̀͋̃̕l̷̢͇̦̹̪̣̫̳͇̅͛ͅẽ̴̛̩̱͐͊̓͐́̀͝ä̴̛̯͕̣͎̣̣͕́͌̇͒̌̚̕͝n̸̤͎̦̦͂͐̐̽͋̂̚i̷̛͉͓̻̘͓͍͍̓̑̌̎͜n̵̢͓͔͓͎̆͗̊͌̎͗̊̈́͊͜͝ģ̷̧̡̯̙͚̞̖̮̑̎̌̊̔͂̇̽̇ ̷̰͔̼̪̤̾̌͒̈͋͌ͅả̵̠̗̱̮̮̅̉̉̉f̵̨̦̞̳͙̀̈́̐̚͜t̴̘̭̪̥̖̥̽̍ͅě̷̗͌̀̿̂̌̑̉ȑ̸̛̮̙̦͖̗͔̬̼̼̖̽͗̽́͛̈́̚ ̸̫͇͙̪͎̂̃́̏͐̈́͗͊̆ḁ̴̘͔̅̈͐̔ ̸̞̰̤͇͍͚̀̀̒͝ĺ̷̨̖̀̐̽̾͂̀́̋̿i̶̢̠̫̱͔̞̯̰̱͔͛ṱ̶̡͂̀͊͗͝͝ț̵̫̻̬̰́̍l̵̘̗̟͈̐̄́̄̔́̊̀̾e̴̝̘͌̿͌̅͋ ̵̯͆̈́̀͐́m̷̠̫̊̒̉̕ḙ̸̙̬̰̝͙̆͆s̶̰͙͉̯̃̂̇͝͠s̸̬̘̩̀̿͜.̷̼͕̥̖͎̩̦̞̗̒̈́͒̑̋̈́

R̶̯̝̭̥̹̠̺̳̮̣͑̉͊͌̒̍͠͝͠ì̴͔̯̈́̈̓̾̄̑͝g̵͖̮̰̍̀̓͠h̶̠̙͇̽͆͜ţ̶̝̼͚̩̞̺̉̿̽́͊̇̐ ̶̛̠̙͓̥͈̜̺̘̍́͆̑̽̄̿̇C̸̤̅͐̈h̸̜͚̣̤̼͌̌̿̏̕͝a̴̢̧̢̠̟̩͍̯͔̱̿͗̂̑͐̀͝n̷̪̓̂͆̍͋̓ĉ̶̡̬̼͉̝͙̼̥͑̒̒͝e̷͔̹̩̬̪͕̖̲̽̆̅̄́̈̎͋͘͝?̸̨̡̢̙͕̘͉͙͒

*He elbowed Chance hard. He moved his head to whisper to him out of sight from lee. It was almost impossible to tell what Parker was saying since the glitching but his mouth clearly was mouthing "Back me up!"*

( @nat-20-on-perception)

[nat-20-on-perception]

Oh! Yeah, just- we were cleaning and Parker was making sure the games were good, no glitches!

[Chance smiles nervously, hoping he’s being convincing. He looks over at Parker with a nod]

He just- started to glitch a bit, so I’ve been helping him as best as I can- nothing to do with what we were doing, just a sudden glitch!

[He reaches to Parker’s hand, squeezing it to assure Parker that it would be okay.]

[glitch-parker]

*Everything was going good until. Chance mentioned glitching. This is not what he wanted at all! Chance can't just mention glitching now! Not in front of him! why would he lie about him glitching that doesn't even make sense. The glitching on his body seems to become worse from him already spiraling just a little bit about how Lee is taking this*

Į̷͈͎̰͉̥͈̱͎̬̫̥̜̆͊̽̏͌̏͂͌̋͊̍̍͗͘̚ͅ-̵̢̦̗̗̘̺̳͖͎́ ̴̮͙̲̣́͘͝nő̶̧͚͚̜͙̭͇̝̭̞̿̃̑͜ͅ ̸̧̞̘̫̺̪̭̯͓̓̏͌̍͑͗n̸̛̛͈͍̰̘̺̫̟͉̰̯̤̳̻͉̂̈́̐͆͂̆̾͋͘ǫ̸̧̰̗̜͔̗͖̜̩̭̐̆̄̋̈͌!̸̭̫̻̃̽͂͛̏̓͋̑̃̆̓̉̚̕̕ ̵̧̩̯̙̻̏̓͐̈́͐̔͂͗̾͗͐Ỉ̶͙̰͈̹̲͓̱̯̈́͊͒͊̐̾͑ͅ ̶̨͍͉͛w̵̼̩̔̎̄́̈̂͝͠a̵̯͔͊̆͐̉́̿́̂̍̔̓̀͗͋̒ș̸̛̣̙̰̃͂̈̆́̔͒̄̊̓̎́̿̚n̵̹͙̤̰̦͂̆ͅ'̵̢̼̳̜̮̗̄̒̂̾͊͜ẗ̴̨̢̺̼̲̳͈̣̹͕̺̟̰́̚ ̵̨͔̣̗̹̩͇͇̘̏-̴̡͚̤͚̬̐̊͂̽̔̇̄̈̿͒͘͝͠ ̴̓͆̓̈́

g̴̟̳̳͈̙͕̮͈͙̠͈͑̔͌̆̏͒̕o̶̿̍͊͘͠ḋ̷͖̹̹̮͇̓̔́̾̅͒̂̊͑̀͜͠͠͠ ̸̧̨̛̳͙̱̩̬̜̲̜͕̇̓̓̄̍̄̚͜d̶̙͔̳̉̎̔̓̑̑̍̏̂͐̕͜͠a̶̡̢̢̨̼͔͇̼͈͑̽͑̄̈́͐̈͒̈́͐̊̒͝m̸̨̘̠͎͔͔̞̻͕̣̼̰̠̎̒ͅṇ̶̫̙̮͛ ̷̢̘̫̦̝͕͙͈̙̻̬̏̇̾̉̊͂͒̚ͅỉ̴̥̖̮͚͉̮̯̺̠̘̀̐̓t̵̨̢̛͖̲̟̝͚̰̯̜̍̽́͗̀̀̄͘͘̚̕ͅ ̴̹͇͎̳̦̭̼̳͌͑̆̈́̏̃̚̚C̴͠h̶̬̮̎̌̐͌̂̀̊͝͝ͅā̸̡̨̛̼̣̞̖̀̑͠n̵̲͓̙̭̮͉͈̼͙̜̠̑̅̆̇͊̈̀͂͐̔͑̅̈́͒͝ç̵̢̧͕̪̻͇̮̻̩͙̓̓̐̃̄̒͒̅̇͒̓͒è̸̛̫̣͍͖̝̹͕̞̈́̒̅̂̎͌̆̓̾̔̆̅͐!̴͔̩̖͈͚̺͍̺̠̖̾̒͂̿̓͐̀̾́̚

( @showstopper-homeowner)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance puts his hands up defensively]

Oh- no no I didn’t mean while we were cleaning! You started glitching afterwards, not during! We were sitting here, and then it started- nothing about the cleaning was involved!

[He glances nervously at Lee]

[glitch-parker]

*He firmly grabbed him by the shoulders and loudly whispers*

Ň̶̤̗̞̻̩̬̃̓̒̈́̏̄̐̒̈̈́̏̀̈́͑̀o̴̧̢̩̲̤̗̲͈͉̎́̏̍͠t̵͙͔̹̟̪͓̯͋̀̂̆̔͌̏̾̚͜͝ ̷̬̞͌̋̿̉̆̿̊̕̕͠h̶̯̻͍̜͈͖̲̦̫̞̹̀̂̎͗̄̔́͐̔̕ȩ̶̢̖̠͖̭̟̮͓͛͜͝ͅl̵̛̞̂͒̽͂̒̑̅̀̒̚͝p̶̺̾̎̀̆̿̊͗̏̆į̶̗͎̝̭̪̙͈̩̫̹̫̮͙̤͚͐̑̐̽n̶̳̗͇͓͉͙̯̝̫̻̼̎̔͜ͅģ̷̥͖͓̘̠̟͙̬̩̫͈̝̣̳͉̣̙͆̿̀̎̐͗̉̌͐͌̂̿̈̈̚ !̶̨̟̘̖̥̬̜̹͍̐͌͗̄̄̀̌͂̚

// *sigh* what did I tell you about him not knowing he glitches in his sea of denial that surprised me sometimes!))

[nat-20-on-perception]

I’m sorry!! It’s- I’m saying that incase Lee sees something we can’t, that- seems to happen a lot-

[He tries to lie smoothly, but is fairly obviously nervous about all of this.]

//Hes trying his best /silly

[glitch-parker]

*Parker let's go of him and pitcher his temple in frustration. Parker wouldn't be surprised if his headache didn't leave for a weeks after this*

//which one? ... / Half joking. Also /silly

[deactivated-blog]

...Uhm.

// chance, cmon buddy. dont lie to us

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance attempts to ignore the mods. Not very well though. It’s obvious he hears them as he keeps glancing around every time they speak to whatever direction their voices come from. His voice comes out quieter.]

Parker I… think we need to tell Lee. It’s- not for anything bad, it’s just- there’s something we know and- he just wants to help take care of it, you know-?

//Come on, chance. Acknowledge them.

you’re making me look crazy, Cupid-

//Meh, that’s what comes with being aware.

[glitch-parker]

*Parker was not paying attention at all to Chance seeming crazy. His head hasn't stopped hurting since well everything. He wished he could have just gone back. Back to beginning the day. Beginning of yesterday where they played games, it seemed fine. Maybe even the beginning of the week or whatever day it was at this point. Today was definitely his worst of the days he's ever lived he sure of it.*

T̵͕̣̟̎͋̓̓͝e̶̳̗̖͌͊l̶̳̙̰͔̯̑l̷̛̰̹̃̐̾̽͑̈ ̶̹̟̝̆̄h̷̛̙̾̾̆̔͛i̸͕͎̿͂͜m̶̨̗̼͇̱̾͌̑͌͗͂̅ ̸̡͈͇̫̮͉͉͆̃͊̔w̸̢̦̯̐̒̐̀̀͝͠ͅẖ̶̌͆a̷̻̮̽́t̵͓̲͊̒͂̾̊̊?̷͔̰͔̳͖̦̰̓͋̆̈̚ ̷̯̱͐͑̈̋̃ͅͅÀ̴̡̻͓̺̹̈́͂̌̇͘l̶̢̖͗͜͝l̸̢̲̰̬͚̍̏̽́̇ ̷̗͍̼̠̱̓͜ͅḩ̸͖̣̮̀̀̋͗̂̕i̶̭̇̊͛͌s̸̭͇͕͚̆̿ͅ ̴̨̡͕̬̫̏̽́̄̎̿͜ͅg̸̹̠̹̳̭͕̪̏̐͋͠á̷͔͕̫̗͋̈́̚̚m̶̱͉̥̀͜e̴̞̓̕s̷̨̯̼͔͖̭͐̉̓͠ ̷͓̝͌͐̕ş̴̛̼̰̒̄̈́̐͊̍ȋ̴̧͌̏m̵̡̡̗̖̞̃̾u̴͚͙͊̊̄̐̈́l̵̝͕̱̝̍͐͆̌̓͜t̶̰̲̼̲̽͗̐͠a̸͍̮̰͈̘̐͑͛n̸̢̢̢̻̪̦̅̂̕e̸̝̙̙̍̾̊͊̀̋͌o̶̰͋̽̓̉͐̽u̷̫̦̖̪̖͒s̸̫̪͚̈́̎̃̆͂̕l̸̞̫̝͈̿̍̂̈́y̶͍̭̫̣͐͗̋̈́̚ ̷̠̾̾̈́̏̈́̀͝d̶̢͎̻̫̈ĩ̶̥s̸̜̲̤͙͌͒̈́̍́̆̕ap̶͎̖̳͖̲͇̖͐̈́̚͝p̷̘̼͎̤͈̺͌e̸͍͍̦̘̿̈́͗̈́a̵̧̞̩͙̅̐̂̐́r̶̡̳̗̗͗̈̈́͆̂͋͋ë̷̱̻͛̇d̸̨̳̠̯̮̜̹̾ ̸̞̀õ̸̖̳̠̪͒͝ͅŕ̴̘̍͋̉͆͝ ̷̥͖͔͙͙̫̌͝m̷̘͍̍̀̇̽͂ǎ̸͎̝̟̳̯̫̱̀̇͠y̸̙̖̳͒̈̃́̈́͝b̷̨̮̤͛̇̓̾̈̍e̷̙̓̈́̅̓͌ ̴̧̧̫̲͒̓̂͊n̶̞̣̱̜̉͑͑̓͋̚͝ͅė̵͇̹̼̐͋̌́̚͠v̶͙̲̮̂̋́͗ë̵̖̩͎͎̭͚́͒͑̅͜͠ȓ̸̛͓̉͛̀͂ ̵̡̥̯͙̗̓̎͑̕͜ͅĕ̸̠͖̬̫̌̀̊̈́̋̕x̴̡͍̞̞̹̂̈̾̽̀̿͝i̶̢̹̳̙̪̘͉̎͌͛s̷͖͉̙̰͌̈́̐́͝͠ẗ̴̻̫̪͈̮̹́͑͛̋̍̂e̶̡͖͓͈͓̯̼̓̃̓́̉͘d̶̢̠̩̤̞̱̱͗͝ ̸̡̤͔̲̐͌̓̃̚d̶̢̧̦̬̪͆̿͠ͅe̵͖̩̯̫͛̌̽s̶̟̬̩̭̆̏͠p̶̹̒̂i̵̙͙͂̑̂t̷͍̫̩͍͂̍̓̍͘̕͝ḕ̵̞̞́̐ ̵͚̟͋͋̎́m̷̱̭͇̜͎̠̌́̽̎́̓̕e̸̛͇̬̤̊̌̄̋́͗ ̶̥̿̀̎p̷͉̩̤̝͒̀̈́ͅl̷͚̝̦̠̘͚͈̒̆͒̅͘͝͝a̶̛̰͌̽͗̍͊y̷̨̰͓̹̪̲̏̾i̸̡͓̫͊͝n̷̰̜̬͇̐̆̿̊̾̆g̷̳̮͚̀̾͌́̿̅ ̵͍̯̩̦̺̟̪̽̋̈́͐͝t̸̨̪̦͑̅̋ͅh̴̠̀̿͑́̚͠ę̵̹͈̖͌̅̕͜m̴̹̦̠̫̟̲͉͊͒͒!̵̘̜̣̻̤̥́̄̑͋ ̷̯͍̞͌̒̆̅͊̐͘͜B̶̢̦̺͓́͑e̷̟̼͙̍͗̈̊̇̂̈ȉ̸̩̳̯͉̲̍͊n̶͚̙͎̭̗̑͑̈́͜ġ̴̨͖͗̕ ̶͎͂ţ̸̢̼͔̞̪͌h̸͇̽̔̉̽́͝ê̵̛̬̼̬̊̍͆̚m̵͙̘̙̱͓̼̪̓̐̊̇̈́!̷͔̱͚̯̉

//one point for Parker zero for his sanity))

H̴̨̰̺̜̦̋̈͝e̸̠͇̥̯͚̎̈́̚ͅ ̶̗̓̈́̊̋̑̈̉c̸͖̜͍̜͕̓̀a̶̪̩̞͋̅̅͑̓̀ņ̴̩͎̠͓̑̎̋͘'̸̿̎͂̂̀̕͜t̴̤̟̲̫͖͚̹̆͂̈́̏͑ ̴̳͕͘̚d̸̖͔͎̹̫̯̮̋̐o̵̢̯̱̫̠̩̓͆̊͆̋̈́͜ ̷͉̮̬̱̞̰͉̍̑͝a̶̧͓͈̪͂̈́̋̄͝n̷̡̩̯͖̬͑͠ỳ̴̘̰̹͎͈̗̾̉̑̅t̶̥̕h̷̲͗̒̅́̍͘ͅi̴͚̹̅͆̍͆̑̄̉ǹ̶̻͎͉̤͔͠g̴̺͋͒!̴̡̧̩̫̌̾͗̄̂͝ ̵͚̬͎̼́̂̌͌͒̈͝ͅŶ̷̢̱͕̺̇͊ǒ̵̖͛ư̷̩͈̙̙͕̐̎͑̈́͑ ̷̙͈̺̥̓̈́̓̚č̸̨̨͉̪̞͓̋͋͝a̴̱̞̜͇̬͇̥͐̽̑̊͂͑ǹ̷̹̝̟̭̈̈́̉͐̈́͛͜'̴̰̩̰̪͉̀t̴̙̭̥̄͊͘ ̶̠̐͌̌̎̊̋a̶̡͓̠̲̮͋́̿̎n̴̢̖͉̬̱̾͑̌̀͝ͅy̶̡̢̨̦̼̖̤͐͐͝t̶̠̬͊̇̓̄́̓̓h̵͎̳̼̣̙̞̠̒͐̀͗̕i̵̧̟̰͕̹̿́̊͌̃̈n̸̜̹̙̓̈̑̏̀̕g̴͇͛́̋̀̋!̷̧̢̲͈̟̹̌̅͒͝ ̶̟̔̽̈Á̴̯̪̤̘͍̣̓͝͝ǹ̸͈͍̠͎͓̼͗̌͒͜͝d̸͖̬͓͉͓͍̉ ̵͆̓̇̂̋ͅI̵̥̅͊̔͐́ ̴̢̤̜̱͍͆͐̏̔͗̍͘C̴̱̚Ă̷̪͇͇̹̣̟͛͒̏͂̽Ņ̷̰̯̊̿̈́̃́̅̚'̶͔͇̬̗̳͍͖̓̄̎̒Ṱ̷̟̈́̄̇ ̴̲͆̎̅͑̿͊̚d̶̯͕͍̭̰̼̼̋̓̃̑͒̐o̸͙͖̘͖͔͋͒͌͊͑͝ ̶̛̭̺̓̕ã̵̘̤̞̟̌̊̍̽n̸̻͓̙͋̍̅̾͝y̶̨̢͔̠̘̋͊̉͆t̵̻̣̥̠̺̐̐̀h̸͇͇̺̼͈̉̅i̵̢̳̭͍͐̓̓̌͗͘͝ͅn̷̡͍̂̈́͌g̶̪̑͂͝!̷̙̗͉̀͗̅̔̀.̷̛̞̌̆̃͘̚͝.̴͙̞͎̃̎̍.̸̡̠̣͋̋̍͛̈́͋̚͜ͅ

*His words seem to hit him like a truck. He weekly moves back until he feels the wall sliding down it gripping at his head from the headache*

W̶̮͚̐̾̕͝ḩ̵̙̞̣͔̙̘̤̈́̌͊̚y̴̢͕̏̉̈́̿͠.̸̡̙͇̔̂.̸͝-

̴̘͍̈́̿́̇͠W̶̛̦͕̍̀̏̋̾͐̆h̷̭̣͚͖̲̭̥͆͋y̸̨̲̗̜̳͍̼̍̽̀̀̚͝ ̴̮̖̣̗̬̼̃̃͝d̷̫̽̐̔̈̓̕͝ơ̴͙̰̲̗͈̫̈̄̍́̀͝ ̶̨̡̢͇̣̰̈́̌͐́k̶̹͋ẽ̴͓̫ę̴̛̹̻̪̎́̇͗͆͘p̷̳͐̄̊͐͝͝ ̸̳̥̱̪͈̥̠̝̃͋̈́̌s̴̨̟͕̝̥̹̈́̃a̵̢̛̳͚͕̬͛̐̐y̷̩̟̤̗͖͉͓̬͋̀̉̓̀̈́͠i̵̜͙̘̖̝̥͐̽̎͜ͅn̵͛̂́͛͜g̷̢̨͍͈̠̼̥̯̐͋̈́̆ ̸̙̖̾̃̈́̏͑̕t̷̛͈̽͊́h̷̬̜̙̋̅̈́͊̓͝ą̷̖̊ṫ̴̨̖̲͍̩̠̏͆͛̅̅̕?̷́̚.̶̮͔͙̦̬̭͓̽͛͑̈́̂̅̽́͜..̶̢̖̯̖͎͎̆͑̒̊̅̈́̚͜͝ͅ ̷̣̩͈̀Ẁ̴̨͓̫͆h̸͍̘́̿͗̅a̵̭͑̇̒̊̋͝͠t̵͎̮̙̂ ̴̡̡͚̮̭͕͆ḏ̵̼̙̙̙̂͒̽͑o̶̢̗̳̤̼̲͗̎͂̈́̈́͝ ̷͇͍̘̼̞̘̿y̵̺̺̤͕̙͙͎̙͌̒̈́̚͠o̷̫̬̅̍ū̴̧̟͈̘͎͕̤̃̇̓̌͒́͝ ̵͙̙̽̽̀̄̎̍̾͆ḵ̴̛̼̗̮͉̥͗̅̃̎̍̂͜ń̵̠̥͉̝̞̬̗͒̂̂̐̋́o̶̘̮̮͈̺̦̠̓͊w̵̞͙̞͆̈́̆͒̍̕̕-̶̯́͑ ̶̲̞͉͇̙̭͊Ẃ̷̭̤͈͘ȟ̸̘̬̪͎̘͉̔͛a̶͕̓̅̆̽̓̔ẗ̸͓̦̘́̊̌͠ ̶̥͍̓̓͝d̴͙̪͇̰̯͑̏͒͂̃̀̒͜o̷̮̯̩̥̓̑̿͊͝n̵̳̺̪͖͉̣̯̍̉͑͐̑'̷̣̩̩̦̩̮̄̏̎̃͋̀ͅṭ̵͍̚ ̶̯̈́̃͂̄̓̽̂͠Į̴͍̩̖̖͙͗͆ ̶̟̓k̵̙̹̞̬͙͔͛n̸̯͓̲̯͐o̸͍̯̘͊̃w̷͖̫͈̩̰̓̏̐̀͑̈͜͝?̷̨̫̖̹̜͛́̚͝!̴̨͍͍̤̿̑̆̿ ̴͕̌̌̒̿́̑

*He was pleading he was scrunched up on the ground which made his whole body seem like just a giant glitch ball*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance looks over at Lee. He’s looking for a yes or no on if he should tell Parker.]

I… debated on it earlier. Just tell me if I should.

[deactivated-blog]

I... Go ahead. He... He needs to know.

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance nods. He approaches Parker, reaching out to put a hand on Parker’s shoulder.]

You’re gonna have to work with me on this, okay? It’s going to seem crazy, but… knowing can help. The more you know, the less it can affect you, I think.

[He takes a deep breath, pulling back out the glitching dice.]

Do you remember when I brought up this to you? How I rolled for perception and then suddenly could hear other people that didn’t seem to exist? It… apparently, there’s more to it.

[He puts the dice aside.]

That wall. You said you looked through it once. Thats letting you see your mod. The person I keep talking to whenever it seems like I’m talking to nobody is them. I have one too, their name is Cupid. Lee has one, and so do Holly and Hector. You’re the first I think to actually see their mod. So… I’m going to tell you what that means.

[He sighs softly, obviously worried about how Parker will react.]

We found out that we’re in a game. It’s… weird to know, but it explains everything. Why everyone has been quiet, why your games are disappearing… everything. Your games used to exist, but because we’re in a game… they don’t. Because there aren’t any “sprites” as the mods call it to show what your games look like. Thats… that’s where your games went. Including Sandy Land. I…

[He paused, the continued]

I didn’t want to tell you because me and Holly found out by, well… chance. I rolled perception and began to see the mods as floating eyes, and now me and Holly can actually interact with ours now that they and some of voices explained what’s going on. That’s why you heard me call the voices ‘Askers’ or ‘Anons’ because… that’s what they are.

[He pulls back, just incase Parker preferred being alone after hearing all of this.]

Do you need me to tell you more? I can try to explain more of it, if you want.

[By now, his glasses glitched even more, as well as the clasp of his cloak, further hinting to the point as he mumbles about a headache himself.]

[glitch-parker]

*Parker's mouth flapped open and close a few times as he failed to understand anything of what he was saying*

N̷̡̡̻͎͙͔͚͎̘̖̹̘̝̰͓͔̝͊͌͐̑̎̏̇̚͜-̵̡̡̯͔̬͎̼͔̹̥̭̪̦̟͇̬̐͆̾̔͊̈́̔̐̈ ̸̛̗͖̥̟̟̲̲̻̼̉̆͗̀̂̐͗͊̍̆́̕͘̕͜͝͝n̴̨̡̪͚͇̩̓̿̒͗̍͂̃͝ơ̵̡̡̙̺͖͍̭̬͚̫͎̬̥̈́͐̈͆̆̾͛̕̕ ̶̦̭͉̠̻̩́̃̇͑̽͋̉͌̈͑̒̾͌̿̌̚͠͝ͅy̶̛͕̭̬̟͐͋̄͒͆̿̿̉̓̔̂̆̄̚͘͠ö̶͎̮̤́͊̍̎̎̚͝ų̶̡̯̼͙̬̩͚̜̱̥̜̪̼͎͙͋̈́́͆̂̔͆̈́̀̊̉̃ͅ ̸̨̧̥̪͖̘͍̥̣̦̔̔ͅṇ̷͛̃̅̀̈́͊͌e̷̳͗̄̈́̇v̸͚̲̻͉͍̗͖͎͌͒̇̏̍̐̇̓̈́̚͜͝ę̴̫̩̜̥̼̖̪͕̹͍̜̏̇́̋́̾̌́͛̈̅̎͘̚̕r̵̫̪̦͓͚͚̗͑͐̀͂̌̋͜͝-̸̬̲̖̝͖̀̂ ̵̡̣̬̼͍̰̟̰̟̩̲̻̞̥͙̲̟̭̍̿͐̐̀̔͑͂͜Ṭ̸̫̊͐͆̀͑͛̈͛̏̒h̵̨̢͚͚̅́̄̋̈͛́̀̍̏̕͘̚͠ͅȇ̶̛̙̺̭̜̥̓̈́̊͋́̂̚̚-̷̢̦͔̺͕̯̩̗̹̝͔͇̳͂́̋̌͐̓́̄́͋͊̊̐̈́̇̔̾͠͝ ̵̡̲͍̖̅̉͘W̶̡̲̼̜̖̯͙̽̂͂͒̄h̶̝̘̯̭̗͔̒̾͋́̔̋̓̑́̇̇͒̚͝͝͝a̸̛͔͚̺̼͕͊̓̀̏͗̀̈̏̌̓̀̀̈́͘̚͝ẗ̵̥̤͙̰̠͕̘̻́͛̆̌́̈́?̴͍̹̖͈͓̗̠̣̹̮͓̱̲̟̰̝͎́̃͛̽̋̑̈́̊̂̾̽͐́͑́̕͝͠

*He words came as unfinished thoughts failing to articulate anything. The confusion didn't leave as you explain the rest*

W̵̥̩̥̞͕͗̒̾͌̓́̑̿̌̏̒̾͆̒̎͘̚ḥ̸̡̛̥̮̼̺̫̞͍̣͖̹̳̻͒͆̀͘a̸̡̖̘͖̺͎̣͚͇̜̟̪͒͂͂̉ṫ̶̢̼̥̪͚͉̤̫̖͎̗̲͇͉̺̻̾̇̉̈̿̒͂̐̾͂͒-̴́̀́̽̌̇̈́̍̚̚̕͜ ̵̨͈̮̟̪̟̞̣͎͖̮̺̞̩̫͙͋̑͛̔͆̏͆̐̐͋͛̕͝͝ͅw̵̢̨̛͍̘̲̺̲̪̥̰͎͎̖͛̎̐̿̉͒̍͋͂͛̈̿͋͆̀͘̕͜͠ͅḫ̸͇̰̖̭̲̗̝̺͍̳̝̤͖͌̊́̏̉̒̏͒̇͋̇̈́̚ẩ̶̢̨̢͖̪̝̦͈̫̙̈̐͜ṫ̴̡̨̧̫̳̪̣͎̙̼̜̜͔̮̝̑͆͜ͅ ̸̤͓̦͕̪̼̮̙̱͕̭̖̘̮̭͌̾̌̆͋̎̎̍̄͘͜͝ͅà̷̡̡̛̝͖̫̺̪̠͓̲͂̒̂̔̄͘͘͜͝r̸̄̍̏̽͐̈͐͝͠e̴̡̬̳̮͙̭̭̺̳̜̭͉̝̬̻̝̪̙͕̅͐͒͗̊̓̑̃̄̇̂̒͆̑͘ ̷͇̩̙̊̾̅́̀̈́̽̍͘y̸̬͎̘̮͕̤͙̺̫̌̊o̶̹͍̖̲̱͇̺͙̦̣̱̰͙̾̈́͛͆͑̈́͑͘͜ṷ̴̢̡̩̗̖̻̰̬͙̃̋̾͂̓́̐͊̆͠ ̸̡̺͍͈̣̠̳̠̬͔̘̜̬̻̻̠̪̩̓̀̀̄̓̌̚͝o̶̧̠͊̀́̈́̀͐̕͝n̵͐̒͗̒͋͆͋̕͘͜ ̸̛̯̗͈̖̖̣͚̺̠̭̓͐̂̔͛̏͒͋͑͑̒̃̕̚͝͠͝ͅa̵̛͔̠̰̖̒͐͒̿̀͋̂̏b̵̧̨̛͈̻͙̙̖͕̝͎̭̫͔̦͉̺̩̎́̇̏̽͊̀͛͠ơ̶̢̛̬͉̬̰͔̹̏̇̅̾̊̑̓̓̾͐͒͆̚͠͠͝ű̴̢̜͖̯̬̯̖̮̿̃̅t̴̩̰͙͠!-̸̶̧̜̰͓̮̮̪̟͙̜͔͛͋̽̓̔͆̊͐͐̏̀̈͋T̴̛̟̲̙̳̥̈́̂̿̆̀̔̌͂͌͌̉̕h̶̞̥̺͎̳̽͘ą̴̨̛̫̲͈͙͖̥͖͎̬͗͒̔̀̐͛̀̀̈́͆̑̍͋̏̓̒̋t̶̢̢̡̛͖̥̦̙̣̣͖̙̠͖͖̞̝̦̬̓́̏͆̔̅̋̉̍̓͊̕͜ ̵̨̗̠̠̖̫͉͔̌͊̓̒̉̑̀͑̑͐̽̆͘͜͝͝ḑ̸͖̫̭͓̬̜͈̼̗̹̟̇̉̈́̂́̓͋̀̉̏̒͛̽͌́̕̚͝ỏ̸̙͈̻̺̯͓͈̻̖͐̾͗̇͜͝͝e̵̝̠̓̀̄̇̒͂̂͗ͅṡ̵͎̫̐̆͗͊̀n̴̡̛̳̫̬̺͙̝̣͚̹̬̣̫̂͐͌͂́͌̀͝'̴̡̧̹̮̠͕̜͚̹̠͓̐ͅẗ̶̢̛̛̻͙͍̱̩̣͓̣̼̤̫̄͛̈́̈́̓̈́̓͗́͆͗̕̚ ̸̨̰͆̐̄̉̑̔̏̏̄̀͆̄͐͌̍ḿ̴͇̞̜̻̦̹͒̂͌͘ą̵̟͍̣̣̻̜̙̱̞̣͎̇̈́̎͌̆͐̋̒̈̄̾͘̚͜k̷̹͕͙͍͕̫̂̄̈̿͠ë̵̢̠͙̦̱̤̱̲͉͍ ̸̪̠͕͙͔̳̥̠͎̰̺̥̭̗̹́̓͛͐̌̇͊͘ŝ̷̢̧̨̨͖͉̖̯͉̣̱̤̭͉̹̮̱̄̈͛̓̕͜ͅę̵̟̲̬̓̔ń̸̡͔̟͍̫̱̥͉̭͇̳͐̓̀́́̑͌͐̔̇̕͘ş̵͍̭͙̰͇̈̔̔͐͌̌̆̎͆͘͜ē̸̱̞͖̮͉̺͔̠͉̗̿̃̈̃̇͗̉́̇̋͘̚͠ -̸̧̆̆

̵̼̞͉̺̿L̷̛͙̳̬͖̳̰̘̍̊͋́͛̓͐̽͗͒͂͒͋̒̚̕e̵̡̗̪̗̫͚̬̟̪̘̪͈̊̈́̃ę̷̧͈̞͎̤̩̟̭̺̫̖̦̞͈̗͚̖̏͘!̸̮̅́̅͑͆̓̄̓̅̈̂͌͐͋̑̚ ̷̨̖̺̗̼͔͚̝͙̫̳͉͕͈͕̥̬̂̂̀̀̀̌͊̎̿̑́̒̆̑́͝

*He suddenly called reaching out to him but just as quickly as he tried to get up he stumbled back grabbing his head leaning against the wall again*

w̸̡͚̱̬̮̦̪̟̼͆̈́̈́̍̅̏̇̑̿́̐́̆̈́͜ȩ̵̗̥͕̥̩̲̩͚̤͌͋̈́̓̑̅̏͑̓͝ ̵͔̒̎ p̶̹͍̜̞̫̬̻͎͒͆̂́͗̅̊̈́͂͌̋̿͗̇͌̍̋̚̕͜l̴̨̧͖͎̭͚̼͇̆̾̇̇̊̌̏͘̕ȃ̸̡̛̳̰̻̮̲̙̙̫̹̠̩̻͎͚͓̽̅̀͒̚̕ͅy̷͓̤̮̰͕̞̠͔̤̹̓͌̿̉̉̇̇͜ ̴̢̛̲͎͉̹̞̼̳̜͌͐̈́̉̍̈͂̓̓͘͜͝͠m̷̘͖͇̰̗͉̦͗͌̀̂͐̈́͋͌̚͜ͅ-̵̡̛̥̯͔̮̫̹̞̬̳̞̜̺͔͚͇̏̐̈̒̎̿ͅ ̸̱̈͂͆̂͒̏ͅm̶̨͍̯͇̖̄́͌̏̔̑̔̀̓̐͋͂͘y̴̧̭̙̮̳͔̬̳̭̜̭͎̪̖͈̹̣̰͗̅̎͋̍̆̀̔̈͂̒̊͐̀̈́̎͘͘ ̴̢̧͉̣͕̺͎͈͖̦̩͉̘̒̽͂͑̈́̈͑̎̒̇̃̈́͐͐̈́̚͘g̸̛͎̓̽̇͝a̷̢͉̪̙͈̬̣͈̦͓̍̔̌̓́̽̕͜m̵̫͉͍̿̇̌͐̈̍̀̅̕͝e̸̡̨̡̛̻̣̲͔̗̙̠͓̞͖̭̥͚̟̠͌́͑͐̈́̃͐̚͜ş̸̛͙̗͓͈̙̱̬̗̞̼̩͂̐̀̑̆͋̂̌͋̍̀̄̽̓͂͒ ̸̡̬͓̩̦̙́̆̈͛̋́̿͌̏͑̋ḅ̷̧̢͔̭̲̥͍̟͔͇͖̗͊͌̌̍̓͜͜͝ͅe̵̢̼̬͓̠̜̯̱̠̣̯͉͚͋̀͊̀͜ͅf̶̛͕̞̱̈́͛ͅǫ̸̹͇̠̙̺̝̼͋̽̐̀̃̈́̆͂̃̋̏̇ͅŕ̴̫̳̲̐e ̵̢̦̰̯͑́̓̽͆͌͂̀̅̃͆̏̋̔̂̅̽͘ ̷̡̢͍̳̮͇͇̩̹̩̩̖̫͙̱̜̄̔͌̽̽̓̇̓̉̉̊͌̏̕͜͜͝ͅr̴̨͙̹̦͙̝̻͇͇̣͇̹͑̊̅͊̎̽̓̃̓̉͛̄i̶̧̝̲̪̺̫͕͖͍͖̩̺̔̈ͅg̵͔͙̮̽̽͌̓̓͋̑̉̌̒̓͊̚͠h̵̖̠̥͚̘̹͉̞̼́̑͜t̷͕́̈͌́̀̋ͅ!?̵͎̖̾͊̈́͂̏̑̈́͛̋̒̎̌̋͑͛̓̑̅̕ ̶̬̗̋̾̒̑̆̓̿͐̍͂̂̇̌́́Ś̵̕̚â̴͈̝̤̩̭̫̞̺͉̻͙̱͍͖̖̹̆̄̂̊̆̎̕ͅn̸̹͇̩̽͛̿̽͗ḑ̵̯̯͈͙̬̜̮͔͙͈̩̞̺̉͌̀͌̓̃̊̃́͑̋̈͑̌̿͜͝y̵̛͙̹͗̓͗͊͝ ̸̨̞͇͚͎͚̥̞̮̺̹̥͇̫̇͆̈̈́͆̋͌̿́̀̐͘̚͜͜͠L̶̪̳͈̯͙͖̬̯̠̺͎͍̟̃̎̇͑̉̃̇̓̅̈́͌̌̕͜a̵̛͎̠͛̏̌̏̈́͑̔̕̚n̴̡̩̺̯͔̘͈͍͇͍͙͕͙͌̊̓̂̏̑͂̐͌̋͗̕d̶̨̧̡̢̜̱̱̪̮̄̾̎̋̅̄͘͜͜͝,̵̢̝̠̖̜̩̞̬̩̦͈̱̖̬̤͎̑̿͋͛͒̈́̑̀̄͊͘͘͜͝͝ ̸̧̛͎̤̻̱̬̮̔C̷̡̢̢̨̣̲̘̜̮͇̼͈͍͎͕̞̭̈́̽ͅͅh̵̗̥͕̹̠͙̳̩͓̲͇̩̲͈̉̀̈́̏̿͊̈̿̂é̶̛̪͖̬̖͓̥̙̻̦͚̖̔̍͌̑̀͋͂͆͋̊̎̒̈́̚͠s̸̘̻̞̲͚͍̖̗̤̥̗̜͈͉̭̲̓̾͗̽̔́̽̊̄̚͜ŝ̸͙̹̼͕̤̫̫̟̈͋̌͆͋̀̕͝͝͝,̵͎̟̞̬̃̿͐͑̌̔̈́̒͆̓̇͂́̽͜͝ ̴̢̧̠͓̰̘̖̺̻̤̠̲̼͇̗̈̀̑̕͝͠ͅC̴͋̓͗̒͂̋̐͗̽̇͛͆̓̂̇͜ṟ̶̼̜̹̉͗̉̚e̸̢̢̫̼̫͖͎̲͍̭̞̳̳͎̫͈̽͗̈́̅͐͒̏̉͒a̴͉̩̤͆͒̓̾͋͂̑͊͛̏̆͘̚͝m̸̧̡̧̥̻̬̲̼̖̲̖̪̼̭̺̾͆͂̇͌͆͝͝ͅ ̷̧̜̥͉̭͍͎͚͎̭̞̽̎̆̐̀̅͛̈C̸͔̩̦̺͖͂̊͗̓a̴̪̘̹̺͈̠̭͎̣̣͉̣̤̪̼̳̘͒̿̈͜p̴̛̛̳͎͇͔̫̞̺̫̽́̅̊̀͊͘̕͝ỉ̴̦̮͍̅̀ͅţ̴̢̧̢̡͍͎̘͎̹̻̱̣̯͖͉̓̔͌͜ã̷̛̱̘͖̿̂͐̑̌̋̔̈́͗̇̾͝͝l̷̡̨̠̖͉̹̺͈̲̮̰̋̊̿̒͗̄̈́̾̈́͐̚i̶̢̪̹̭̺̜̱̬͚̅̇̿̾͋̆̃̍̍̅ś̶͖͇͚̮̭̖̝̰̙͙̟̙̘̓̓͜t̶̙̰̘̫͇́̔̾́̂͐̀̇̽̋͐͠!̴̨͙̪̺̙͙̰̬̯̥̜̺̲͙͙̥͉̓̈́͆̂́̈́͆̐̀̑͜͜ ̶̡̖̯̳̳̘͉̗̺̼̗̖̈́͑͠Ä̵́̎̉ḻ̶̦̪͙̹̟̝̀́̓̒̓̈̌̌̄̆̔̓̓̅ļ̶̡̗̦̥̤͔̻̲̝̣͍̗̞͖̳̆̎͐̉̒̌̿̅̎͛̇̌̂̋́̈́͘̚͝ͅ ̸̠̖̊͋͐̿́̄̈͌̑̀̾́̓̓̆̑̆̉͘ỏ̵̧̢̟͓̯̞̦̟̤̰̞͊͛̀̑̀͜f̵̡̤͙͙́̏͑̈̀ ̷̬̗̮̮͕̫̪̲̯̲̭͈͚̰͕͑̀͐͗̋̈̓̀͜ͅį̵̢̛̤̥̣͎̯̑̅́̾̓͌̍̏̀͋ṯ̶͉̺̝͓͓̥̣͍̰̣͍̮͍̣̲́̓͛͊̍!̵̺̿͆̇̐̿̑͊͘̚̚ Ỹ̴̞̮͎̓̀̔ö̵̟̜̫͔͔͎́͛̑͋̇u̷̳̲͙̦̹͓̹̽̌̀̌͘ ̸̝̝̯̱̫̮̪͙̑͂̍͒̎̕͝͠c̶͍̲̑́̀͝a̵͈͉̟̗̐̔̍̕͜ṅ̸̛̥̓̂̚ ̴̭̭̝̜̭̘̺͂͒͊͌̕c̶̠̖̟̫̎́̔̓͑͛̾̀ö̶͍̙͉͇͎͚͔́͆̒̂n̵̺͎͉̭̑̑̕͜f̸̛̯̙̻̱̯̐̔͋͂̾́͋į̴̩̟͉͙̻͗̈́ŗ̶͇͓̈́͂͑͘m̴͈̰͍̤̓͜͝ ̶̨̹͋͒͘h̵̛̰̘͖̻̹̬́̏͌̊̂̅̊o̸̱̘̝͊̾̄͋̆̌̽w̵̪̙̰̰͆ ̴̗̽͜c̴̞͇͕̻̿̂̇r̵̢͈̭̥̥͚͋͛͋̐̒̐á̶́̀̎̄z̸y̷̔͆̒̾̓ ̴̡̎̉̃̑͘h̵̛̟̯̩̺̹̙́̿̔ȩ̶̨̥̬͔͈̥̀̀͛̓͘͝ ̴̟̬̑͌̀s̴͍͒͌où̵͓̱̳̤͕̻̒̽̃n̵͉̬̒ds̷̹̪̮̱̣͕͐̄͜͝

( @showstopper-homeowner)

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Chess is real. Sandyland and Cream Capitalist... aren't.

Lee rubs the back of his neck, wincing as he rubs against a small circle scar on his neck.

But... That's neither here or now. I... I'm trying to, undo this. I'm no coder, but surely I can fix this... I have to. I hate seeing you guys like this.

[glitch-parker]

B̴̹̩̣̪̏̌̾͐̈͘̕̕͘-̶̛̭̲̦̦̿̏̀͋͐͆͘͠͝͠ ̸͙̼̦̗͋́̌̐͂͌̾b̸̥̲͕́͐̍̓̚͜u̶͇͔̭̣̖̿̈́̿̾̐͗̂̽̓͜t̷̙̾̍̓̈́̐̾̊͋̂͝͠ ̵̛̦̤͕̜͇̩͖̀̋̇̓͒̾͋ͅͅẃ̵̫͚̱̘̊ę̶̛͊̓̏̿̈́͂́ ̶̥͖͈̰̩̟́̀̎̓́̑͆̌͆̑͝p̵̖̩̻̤͇͎̪̗̀͑́̉͂̂́̕͝͝ĺ̴̨̧̳͉͔͇̞̖̘̥͛͋̈́͑̈́̔̚͜͠å̴̛̤̗̲̼̺͒́͆̽y̸̨͉̥͎͉̙̩͎̗̒̏̍̚̚̕͜ͅ ̸̧̘̠̫͇͐i̷̡͙͈͚͒̐͌̇̆̎̀ţ̸̢̧̪̥̰̦̱͕͉̟̟͐́̃̊͑̇͑͆͝͝͠ ̷̲͇͊̈̍̾͘t̶̢̩̼́̏̽͆̋̄́̑͘o̶̙͖͂̃ͅǧ̵̯͎̪̬̘̣̲̮͈͗̄̍͝ḛ̵̡̡̦͕̟͚͈̹̙̐̐̀̓̈́́͌̑t̴̛͙͙̫̙̀͛̀̏͂̒͊̚͝͠h̶̉͆er̸̳͖̩̠͔̆͒̽̄͂̈́͛͂͝!̸̨̨̀ ̶̪͉͉̬̤͕̘͛T̶̠̳̜̰͚̆͗̍̉͆͜h̵͎̏̐̓̅ǎ̶̛̞t̴͗̔̋̔̂̆̈́̆͝-̷̎͋̎ ̷̬̄̈́̈͂̅̆̿̚t̵̨̧̤̪͙͈̺̹̘̱͉̟̀̆͑̈́̓̅͊̾̚̕ḥ̷̝́̋̀̒̅̈́̕͜ͅa̷̰̻̩̗̹̹͉̥̝̟̋̐̔̌̌̀̈́͛̊͊͋͜͜t̴̯̱̾̑̾ ̵̨̖͇̥͇̖͕͓̫̗̝͓́́́͊͛̎̈́̔̿͘͝ḧ̵̢̧͖̻̲̘̥́̋͑̀̆̑̽̍͛̀͠ö̴̘̱́̿́̀̌̒̎͊̀͗̚ͅw̸͖̑̈́͐͜ ̸̨̨̞̗͙̀̔̉̀̈́w̵̢̜̬̦̄́͘͜e̵̘̣͕̟̙̩̤̅͜͝'̵̧̖̟̹̲̔͝v̶̩͍̈́́̄̐̌͘ę̸͇̲͓̝͍̬͍̠͗͆̏̉̈́̓͝ͅ ̸̨͍̜̮͖̝͔͈̪̘̰̖̇͊͌̒̇͂̃̅ḅ̵̈̒̔̀̅̋͗e̴̩͚̲̩̻̻̒̉̀͛͛̆̕͜͜c̸̛̼͈̖̱̞̗̱̻͐̽̋̑́͂̈́̏̓̐͝o̶̡̧̟̝̲̫̮̤̜̟͍̽̈́͗́̏͆̑͛̑ͅm̵̻̞̉͋͂͊́͒͌̚͝ė̴̦͍͕̳͎͔̩͑́͘̕͝͝ ̶̡̛̬͈̱͉̤͔̣̋͒̽̆͂̀͝b̷̩̭̺͖͆̽̈́ę̷̨͓̲̳̳͚̞̣̟͎͂̿̽̾̆̊̀̚͜s̵̨͂ţ̷̻̄̄́͗̄̿͛̆͐e̴̛̙̬̓̎͗͆̽̒ͅs̶ f̴̧̛̳͇̟͔̼͎̩̬̜̹̀̓͜ö̴̘̱́̿́̀̌̒̎͊̀͗̚ͅ ̴̧̞͉̦̘͚̦̹̠͊͆̾f̴̧̛̳͇̟͔̼͎̩̬̜̹̀̓͜r̸̨̛̖̪̳̪̠̱͖̘̬͊̿̄̅̀̐͑̒̿͘͜ͅi̶̦̗̣̘͙̅̌́̒̿ê̸͉̞̱̬̫̟̺̩͜͝ň̷d̵̰͉̩͐̉̃̏̒́̋̆̓̐̀s̸̰͌̑̄̾̈́̏̈̈͑̀̔͠!

̵̨͍̹̳̹͉͋͆̒́̍ͅW̷̧̠̜̱̲̣̘̼̣͊̕e̴͎͕͕͓̘̰̰̎́̓̒͒ͅ ̵̼̻̫̘̐̓͑͋͜ͅp̵̨̨͕͎̫͈̠̞͕̬̱̄̑ͅl̵̒̎́͒͊a̸̪̱͗̈́̍̓̑̌̉̄̑͑͘͝y ̴͖̟͚͉̩̰͓̮̀̈̉͜ẗ̴͙̘̻̝͕̹͓̞͇́͛̄͠͝ĥ̵̞͔̘̫̻̥̻̎͒͒̆̌̚o̶͖͎̙̺̲̺̻̠͈̝̰̔̀́̇̒̽̓̎̀͋̅s̶͍̣̐̈̃ę̶̜̹̣̫̭̜̬͓̿̄̇͘͠ ̵͚̀̒̉̑͑̚ͅt̵̡̨̞̒̇͂h̶͚͙̎͆̕̚͜r̸͇̖̜͈̚ee̵̛̺̘͉̳̣͖͕̮̥͌̂̋ ̶̞͇͆̋̚͝ͅg̶̨͍̘̫̩̝͉͔̥͚͍̿͆͛̎͂͐̕͝ą̵̤͙̪̪͎̼̟̮̼̮̓͊̋̓̔̈́͗̓̉̐̕͝m̷̼̻̥̮̬̦̾̔̃̅̓̃̄̿͊͋̓͌e̸̼͕͌̿̎̋̈s̵̛̖̻̀̌̂͜ ̵̦̤͎͇̳͚̙͚̠̹̻̈́̏͂ą̸͉̻͖̞̿ņ̴͉̰͛͑͂̉́͌̕̕ḋ̶̼̤̽̍̓̂̓̅̓ ̵̨̉͛͒̏̾̓́ŗ̸̜͔̗̩̈́̌̃̽̌̎̄̈́̑̈́͠͝ͅờ̴̬͎̤͖͔̝̼͉̃̍̈́̂͆̀͒̇̚͜ͅll̵̨̡͔̹̲̳͙̣̳̬̠̣̀̆̈̚ ̸̹̱̜̯̪̀͂̒́̀́̀ ṫ̶̟̼̬̬̜͉̯̀̎̆͊̍͝͝h̷̟̗̣͇̲̭̰̏ě̴̡̩̮͙̲̏̅͋̎̍̀́̇ ̴̛͔̯͕͙̹͗̅͊̈́̔͆͌̑͝ḏ̸̢̛̭͕̱̺̬͍͚̔ͅi̷̤̟̩̫̰̗̩̜͗̀̅̇͗͊ͅc̸̡͖̮̦̼̲̠̔̎̌ë̵̜͚͎̈!̸̤͓̝͖͈͚̭͔̀̎͛͛̄͋̾͘͠͠ ̴͔̠̥̘̼̘̈́͑̇̾̍̂̀́͝͠Ţ̴̝͖̼̼̂ͅh̶͉̬̓̉̊̈̈́̀͂̂̒̚ä̸̖͖̣́̔̌͝ţ̶͓̝̱̠̱̉͒̑ş̶̢̛̰̗̻̪̻̭͈̼̮̞̇̅̊̒͒̉́̆̉̇̑ ̶̧̡̰͕͍͈̰͑t̵͓̾̈́͆͊̂͋̐͐̚͝h̸̺̆̿̐͆̓̉͂͑͘e̷͍͂̃́̀̈́̂͌̾̚ ̴̩̦̰̘̥̲̙̺͓͓̄̔̃̎̎Ȓ̷̨̟̟̙̟̗̖͕̀̇̕͜Ứ̷̛̫͉̜͖̱͙͆̈̄̃̎̀͝͠͝L̴̼̘̞̞̬̯̠̦͎͇̙͙̒̓̑͐̏Ẹ̷̤͕̭͔̪͋̉͌͑͝S̷̢̠͓̱̊̔͂͗̉̀̓ͅ!̶̼̘̺̼̼͕̟̑̂̿̒͐̑͒͝ͅ ̴̣̮̹̽̇̇͆Ỉ̷̡̛͖̰͓̰͖̲̦͛̕f̵̞̙̳̬̟̟̩͍̼̙̱͈́̾̏̄̓̕̕ ̶̧̡̛͖̻̙̗̙̠̠̰̹͇̔̽̌͑̔̌́͘t̷̮̮͙̘̙̘̼̝̫̩̩̠̋̊̑͑͒h̴̤͍̥͔̹̭̼̥́͜ḛ̸̞͚͙̮̗̬͈̫̗̮̈́̄̔̒̓͆̈́̐͒͑̕͝ý̸̜͖͍̹͔̞̺̜̦̬̓̀̃͜ ̷͍͍͉̈́̋̆͐́̕͝d̷̢̢̛̟̝͈͔͚͙̾̇̄̿͆̔̍̊͆͒͜i̸̦͗͛͊̈́̀̒͠ḑ̸̛̤̣̣̮̍́̚n̶͎̠̼̉͒̓̕'̶̧̧̗̌̎̀̓̇́̆͝t̷̛̫̭͂͛̓͆ ̵̲̓͜͝ę̸̧̖̠͕͇́̆̐̓͐͑̈́̈́͜x̸̩̭̳̪̱̖͓͎̠̲̫͐̌̅͂̃̔̐̚͘͝͠ī̶͚̝͍̖͕̤͕̳̯̦̙̥s̴͔̘̝̱͍̑̿̈́̔̎̓̓̃̀́͘͝t̸̯͙̫͎͈͕̯͉͙̗͙͂̀̆͝ ̷̡̈̐̉t̸͕̳͎̩̟͙̱̜̼̠̒̈̓̿̒̔̓̈́͐̕h̷͕̰̪͖͉̩̻̭͛̋͊͒̏̐̋̔͌̈́̕͠ȅ̷̟͋͆̉̈́̍ỳ̵̱̟͓́́́͛́̽́̕͝͝ ̴̡̙̰̤̖̥̼̝͙̒̆̃͌̄͛̈́͛̑̆̾͜͝ẅ̵̨͖̘́͠ȏ̸͓͉̱͓͍̟͆̎̀u̴̘͎͚̻͑̀̾͂́͌͐͛̒l̶̛̩͍̗̖̬͈̥̗͔̻͔̹̿̀͑͛̅̽̂̊̅ḑ̵͚̪̲̄̒͋̀͂̏͊̓̀̉͜ ̶̭͉̖͚̆͛͂͌̐̃́͆͑͘̕͠b̷̼̼̤̫̤̄͗͒̍̑ę̶̻̲̭̰̗͍͍̱̻͖̹̾͆̓̇͝ ̵̦̗̞̀̿̿̈́̂͒̆̄̄̈͝n̵̛̦̬͓̙͚̲̟̣̟̞̣̉͆͋̇̃͘̚͝͝͝o̶̡̡̡̙̖̰̭̔͗-̷̧̯͇̩̹͍̱̜̜͐̅̒̏̆̿̋̆̍̑̕

̴̨̢̥̲͎̮̗͉͖̻̬͍͐̓̎̈́͊͒̆͒͌͋̈́N̶̘̳͖̮͛̆́̊̂̈̓͑͊o̵̧͖̪̪̍̄̂̄͆̈̈́͜͝ ̴̖̖͕͍͔̥̯̊͋́ͅŗ̷̖͓̙͇̠͍̓͆́̒̒͂̿́͒͘͝͠ủ̶̧̧͚̱̼͇̹͇̫̳͉l̷͍͑̋̀̔̽̓͠e̵̛̫̬̻̼̹̣͚͔̘̾̓͑̓́̈̆͋͋́s̷̢̧̯̜̺̼͊̏̋̽̀̐͜͝!̸̙͍̺̠̰̮̿̔͗̽͠͠͝͝..

[deactivated-blog]

I... Made choices. Pressed buttons.

// i pressed the buttons

Shut up.

// damn okay

[glitch-parker]

Ţ̴̳̩̫̝̝͕̒̀̐͆̎͌̆͂̒͝ḧ̶͖̔͋͛̋ę̵̪̲͎͚͙̜̼̩̦̊.̷̡̧̖̠̬̙͕̟̰̈̈́̆͒͊.̴̻͋́͛͒͆̎̓̃̚.̶̪̯̞͕͈̼͍͖̝̺͐͆gã̸̧̧̺̱m̶̢̩̘̤͙͙̮̹̾ͅe̷̥͇͒̽̈̽̈́̽̅̓͘s̴̢͓̥̥̼̼̿̄͒̈́ ̷̞͚̪̲̙̙͕̐̃̈́̋̀̚d̸̡̛̖̹̼̖͕̉̀̓̃̋̌͐͘̚į̶̣̙͎͙̻̇̅̅̎́̒̍͐d̴̥͊̀̀n̴͚̬͓͕̞̭̘̻̤̓̿̃̽̋̑̕'̷̗̫͙͛t̴̞̙͇͕̫̯̯́̈́̈͜ ̸̞̭͎͕̱̲̻͕̝̊͛͒̈́͛̍͘̕̕͠h̷̡͙̱͎͙́̆̋͝a̸̧͐̋̈́̈́̌͋́̚v̶͔̬͇͑̇͋̉͂ḛ̵̬͚̜͂́͒͛̆ͅ ̵̞̅̔̉̀͂̾b̴̗͛̍̈́ȕ̴͓͙̜͖̋̕ẗ̸̢̮͖̭̲̽͐͊͘ẗ̸̯́̀̔͆̒̑ó̴̡̖̬̠̝̲̝̘̓̆̕ň̷̡̜̼͔̯͔̻̈́̒s̶̱̣̘̑.̷̰̾̈́..̷̰̾̈́

[deactivated-blog]

Yeah, but the game I'm playing,

Lee gestures around the house.

Does have games.

[glitch-parker]

.̶̨̟͑̽̽͋͆̿͆ͅͅ.̵̇̌̈́́. ̶̫͉͓͎͍̳̰͔͛̂̈́͆̎̓͌̅̂͒̚W̵̢̧̼̰̫̜̟̘̟̭͖̝͕͍̫͌̓̒̉̍ḩ̸̛̳͚̳͙̥͔̫̳̈́̒̾́̌͗̽ą̵̻̲̺͈͍̗̥͉̮̹̓͒̏́ͅt̴̺͈̝̮͈͉̗̦͚̝̻͊̋͋̀͛̾̀̐̑̊?̴̛̦̦̝͇̩̯̣̞͇̑̎̚

*He quickly looks around*

[deactivated-blog]

// DAWG throw me we said games instead of buttons

Motherfu- Buttons. Sorry. Misspoke. But, uh... You can't see them from your end.

[glitch-parker]

...̵̜̩̇̌̈́́̌͊̿̇́̚͠͝

W̵̢̧̼̰̫̜̟̘̟̭͖̝͕͍̫͌̓̒̉̍ḩ̸̛̳͚̳͙̥͔̫̳̈́̒̾́̌͗̽ą̵̻̲̺͈͍̗̥͉̮̹̓͒̏́ͅt̴̺͈̝̮͈͉̗̦͚̝̻͊̋͋̀͛̾̀̐̑̊?̴̛̦̦̝͇̩̯̣̞͇̑̎̚

*It didn't help his confusion*

[glitch-parker]

(( @showstopper-homeowner hello?))

[deactivated-blog]

// ack! so sorry, we've been so busy >.<

...I, uhm. Don't know how else to describe it...

[glitch-parker]

*He's not satisfied with that answer. He tries to think of something to say, but he can't he curls back against the wall again holding his head. he was muttering something but the glitching made it too hard to tell*

[deactivated-blog]

Parker...?

Lee crouches down to Parker's level, concern all across his face.

I-I know it's a lot to process...

[glitch-parker]

*He seem to keep muttering until Lee said the last part where he stopped. He looked up feeling betrayed processing it was all true. All of it. His glitching got worse obscuring him completely. He presses himself closest to the wall he could his voice was loud, yelling, but impossible of what. Despite Lee only being at his level and not touching Lee's body started to glitch. It was mild not painful but not pleasant*

[deactivated-blog]

Lee pulls himself away from Parker, panic visible in his eyes.

Parker!

He searches around for his phone, trying to access the settings. If he could use that to bypass into the code, surely he can-

A glitch wracks up Lee's own arm as he tries to press the settings button on his phone.

Ow...

Lee shakes off the glitch, glaring at his phone. His computer might have better luck, then...

I-I'm gonna fix this, Parker. I'm going to take care of the glitches. I promise.

He dashes out of the attic and downstairs towards the attic. He has so much to fix and so little time to fix it. Lee doesn't know how much worse the glitching could get, but it could get real bad real quick.

[glitch-parker]

*the glitching on Lee's body stops when he gets away from Parker. Parker only hear the hurry steps leave the attic. His vision blurred from the glitching mess. Everything hurts that it started to numb. He quietly said something but not moving much.*

// Should... Should I do something?... Lee just bailed on us....

( @nat-20-on-perception yes we're back and still doing this)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance hums, responding to you.]

Lee isn’t bailing, they’re… trying to help. They have a method that… that me and Holly are against. Maybe… you can give Parker something to comfort him a bit? All of the mods seem to be able to do that, so… maybe you can try? I’ll do what I can too, since all of that glitching has to be painful…

[Chance looks at Parker, his voice soft as he reaches out, putting a hand where he could only assume was Parker’s shoulder.]

Parker? Can you hear me?

[glitch-parker]

*Parker heard everything. Even before Chance started to talk to him. He didn't want to question what or who he was talking to. Probably a voice, a voice that wants to comfort him at least perhaps if he wasn't feeling so bad he would be grateful. He doesn't do anything for a moment before looking up. It was impossible to tell from all the glitching which was spreading to chance a bit from being in proximity. The glitches just kind of move to giving the vague idea that he was looking at Chance along with some glitchy words as some sort of reply.*

//I don't exactly know what to do tho or how to comfort him. The most I know how to do is mess with his code I doubt pausing him for another month would help any))

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance just smiles. Even if he can’t hear Parker’s reply, it was a good sign that he was trying]

I need you to breathe, okay? Try to calm yourself, and… I’ll be right here with you. I’m sure Lee will come back up here eventually with something that can help in some way, even if it’s just temporary. Once you’re calm, you… can ask me any question you have. Even if I don’t have an answer, I’m sure those little voice friends of ours will have something they can tell me that will help me answer you.

[glitch-parker]

*He hugs his knees closer curly more into himself. He says something*

//sorry to disappoint but I'm not too sure what I can do... Cupid! It's been a while since you were in the conversation do you have ideas?))

(*She has absolutely no shame putting them on blast even almost seeming like they're expecting an answer return despite this being rude*)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance laughs a bit, before sitting closer to Parker.]

I’m right here, okay? Just breathe.

//Oh! What about uhhh-

[After a moment, there’s some flowers in the room, mostly near Parker.]

//Boom! A bunch of bright flowers to try and make him happy!

[Chances voice is a whisper as he looks over to where he can see the two eyes representing the mods.]

Will that even work-?

//Of course it will! And if I find he has a favorite, I’ll find a way to put more of those!

okay-

[Chance clears his throat, looking at Parker to see if it helped.]

[glitch-parker]

*Parker doesn't seem to notice the flower at all but the flower definitely reacts to Parker as the flower glitchs very heavily. Parker says something to Chance still unaware he's not being heard*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance sighs softly]

Parker, I… can’t hear you. That’s why I’m trying to help you calm down, so that I can hear what you’re telling me.

[Chance picks up one of the flowers instead, showing it to Parker.]

These are- these are from one of the voices, the one I call Cupid. Apparently the really like flowers-

[glitch-parker]

*The glitching on the flower now starting to spread to Chance even getting closer to Parker seems to make it worse for both of them as well but it doesn't seem to spread more than where it is. He seems to see the object but he didn't react. His blurry vision made it hard to see, and when he try to focus it hurt his head. He started to put his head back down. Parker tries to say something at a higher volume.*

//at least you tried. More than I can say I can do right now...)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance winces at the glitching, but he doesn’t let himself react too much. Instead, he reaches to try and hug Parker.]

It’ll be okay, okay? Try to breathe with me, I’m with you, I’ll help.”

//Yeahh- maybe it’ll help more once he’s less glitchy-

[glitch-parker]

*He shuts up when he feels the embrace. The glitching was all over Chance now almost as bad as Parker's but less obscuring yet he seems to cling to Chance. Hugging back tightly*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance winces again, but he doesn’t let go. Not when he can tell it’s helping. He doesn’t make an attempt to talk, knowing words couldn’t do much when you couldn’t understand the person you were helping. So he just holds onto Parker.]

[glitch-parker]

*After a moment he can hear his rugged glitching breathing. After a few deep breaths his glitching seems to lessen intern also doing the same for Chance still hurting but a little less now.*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance offers a little smile, talking quietly. His voice glitches a bit, but it’s understandable at least.]

S̴͉̀e̸̊ͅè̶̹?̵̟̇ ̴̢͝Y̶̩̆o̶̺̔ȗ̵͜’̵̧͒ṟ̵̊e̶̡̒ ̸̝͝o̷̳̿k̴͉͒ặ̴y̶̛̱.̴̼̽ ̵̩͒I̵̱͗’̸̼̇m̴̰̓ ̶̳͐h̵̠͗é̶͍r̵̢͂e̷͉̓ ̷̱͐w̶͖͝i̷̯̊t̴͉̑ẖ̶͝ ̸̻̇ỳ̴̘o̶͍̒u̴̝͆.̴̖̅

//This is actually pretty sweet.

[glitch-parker]

*He doesn't say anything back still hugging. Since he was more visible now Chance could see Parker look at him with glitchy eyes then going back to burying his head into his shoulder. After a sec Chance felt something else not the glitching, not his face, but something wet, tears. A lot of them. It almost seemed like he was crying before, but you couldn't tell because of the glitching*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance juries softly and holds Parker tighter, hugging him close and whispering quietly. His voice seemed to come out clearer when he spoke quieter.]

it’s okay, you can cry. I’m right here.

[glitch-parker]

*He sniffles a little but doesn't seem to cry more quickly wiping it on his shoulder before he giving a heavy sigh. Breathing deeply.*

Ṃ̸̢̢̻͙̗̠͚͒͛͂̐͑̏̒̋͆͐͊̃́͌́̿̋̋͑͝ẏ̵̢̛̪̰̭͍̜̪̙̞͙̱̓̐́͆̏̕͘͜ ̶̢̡̣̬̙̺̪͓̙̣̻͇̊͗͊̈́̾̄̒͐̕͜͠ͅh̵̨̧̛̦̲̲͍̜̺͙̝̱̫̬̺̐͗͒͑̓͗͒̾̈́̊̑͑̈́̚̚͝ͅe̶̻̙̩͈̺͊͗͂͗̅̌́̄ą̷̹̭̫͉̼̥̪͇͖͙͍̓̑̑̑͐̑̔̈́́̾̑̎̈́͝ͅḍ̵̛̛̛̖͙̺̙̟̜͕̝̻͍̹̪̻̈̆̐̋̇̆̄̀̃͝ ̵̢̝͎̰̙͎̩̱̙̫̝̫͇̪̣͎̲̻͔̦͕̒͋͗͒̇̈̆̅̃̋̅̂́̀̔̎͂̏̈́͌͘͜͠ḩ̶̡̢̛͖̰͎̜͈͎̦̣̦̰͍̘̦͉͉͔͇̬̿̽̌̀̂̐͑̄̈́́̔̑͑̓̉́͗̔̀̚͠ͅu̷̩̭̫͖̱͇̘̇̀̎͗̈̌͛r̵̢̡̠̲̦͙͕͍̬̩͚̍̾͗͆̅̊̎̽̄͆́͒̎̑͌̽̚͜͜t̶̘̖̥̙͚̺̮̞̯̼̮͖̫̤̜͒͂̒ş̴̛͉̤͚̬͈̦́̒̓̏͋̔̆̎̏͆͘̚͝͝.̴̩̮̓͛͋̍̇̅̊̐͊̀̊̈̽̎̚͝.̷̧̧̬̒̀̏̀̚.̸̧̖̜̥̗̝̖͔̳̫̝̂̾͆̅͑̔̑͂

*He lets out a groans*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance nods.]

I̵̖̕ṯ̸͊’̷̦̉s̴̤̑ ̸̪̑ḡ̸̮ó̴͍i̷̠̊ṅ̷̺g̷͙͠ ̸̛ͅt̸̨̂ó̸ͅ.̴͑ͅ ̵͚͘W̷͔͑ỉ̴̬t̷̳͛h̴̛̜ ̷̱͗w̴͙͌h̸̢͌a̷̻͛ṭ̶͗ ̷̪͋m̶̪͠ę̶̇ ̸̝̇a̵̦͝n̴̥̓ḋ̴̙ ̶͖̅L̷̮͝e̴̤̒e̷͎͑ ̸̨͋ẗ̷̜́o̵̞͂l̵̀͜d̴̪͊ ̵̬͌ẙ̶̜ó̵͜u̷̡͠,̴̟͋ ̷̙̔a̴̻͊n̵͖̊y̵̰̾ ̴͇́m̵͝ͅe̷̋͜n̸͎̄ṱ̶̊i̶̗͋ò̶͉n̴̲͛ ̴̨̆ȯ̴̲f̴̱́ ̸͇͋i̷͇͆ẗ̴̲́ ̴͎̾c̶̖̑à̸̹u̶͠ͅs̴͓̈́e̷̙͒s̴̺̑ ̴̠͝h̸͉̓e̵̢̋a̴̞͠d̴̗̍ä̶̝́c̸̢̄h̴̛̳ë̸͉́s̴̡̉.̷̠̀ ̶̤̇I̸͇͠…̴̩̃ ̶͙͝f̷͚̿ỏ̸̼ŕ̵͈g̸̦̾o̸̱͝t̶̜̓ ̸̛͕a̸̝̚b̶͍̎ȯ̴̢ṷ̷͊t̶̰͑ ̷̜̈t̷̨͐h̵̢̀ȁ̶͇t̷̙̓ ̴̧̔w̶̤̉h̷̖͗ë̸̡n̵̥̐ ̸̳́I̶̩͊ ̷̱̕w̵͇̒a̷͖̒ṣ̵̛ ̸̟̔t̶̙̐ě̴̱l̸̜̈ḷ̶̇i̶͓͌n̷͑͜g̴͕̑ ̷̏ͅy̵̝̒ó̷̝u̸͎͘.̴̲͐ ̴̤̒T̵̳̊h̵̲̓e̵͇̔y̶̖͂’̷̜̓l̴̪̉l̵̮̈ ̵̞̎g̶̦͒o̴̞͆ ̷͓́a̴̤͝w̸̩̌à̸̱y̸̘̔ ̸̝̓š̶ͅo̵̜̾ǒ̵̝ǹ̶͇,̸̠͗ ̵͖͐Í̸̠ ̴̗͆ṗ̷̜r̸̺͌o̶͈̚m̴̳͒i̶͈̕s̴̪̚ę̶̆.̶̬̈́ ̶̳͝T̸̢̃h̷͎̃e̴̛̜ỳ̷̳ ̸̪̌n̵͔̂e̶̼͊v̴̞͗ę̶̃r̴̩̐ ̶͖͠s̴̝͘t̶̼̿a̷͓̿y̴̜̅ ̸̜͠f̵̹̈́o̶̢̔r̶̹̽ ̴͈̌l̸̞̉ô̷̺ń̴̞ġ̸̳

[He offers a comforting, almost sheepish smile.]

[glitch-parker]

*He doesn't say anything for a moment*

Ỷ̴̡̢̙̬̲͇̯̝͍̹̞͎̜͕̤͉̗̈́́̎̽͜o̴̧̨̰̮͙̮̦͚̬͖̱͐͜ͅù̶͙̼̙̆̈́̄̅̅̉̂͋͐̈̈́̈́́̑̕͘͝ ̵̲̦̟͎͙̫͕̗̻̖̻͖̥̞̔̿͑̈́́̈́̈́̄͒͋̕̚̕̚͝͝ͅş̵̢̰̲͖̬̙̞̮̭̝̣̗͈͛o̷̡̧̭͉̠͍̳̮̦͉̞̞͖̻̘̣̙̖͌͋͂͗̔̌̓̓̏̋͛́́͛̏̐͘̚͠͝͠ū̴̡̞͙͙̗̬̐̆͊̽̀́͌̕̕̚n̵̨̨̡͈̟͈͖͈̥͖͙̮̱̗̞̙̭̞͑͛̊̈́̑̍͜ͅͅḑ̸̧͖͉̜̱̼̬̭̫̪̖̾̃̈́̍́̅̾̅̇̎̕͝͠ͅ ̶̘̫̻̣͇̈̽̓͊̈͘̚w̶̛͍͈̯͋̋̇̈́̆̏͛̕͘ē̴̫̱̥̯̫̮̩͖̻͔̥͈̞̓̆͂̐̑̋̉͂̐͋̈̄͂̚̚̚͠ͅi̸̲̪̯͎̭̣̬̲̦̫̼̎̉̏͐̈́̓͋̀̊̓͘͝͝͝͠r̶̖̻̥̀̄͌̾̃́̆̽͋͐͒̈́̈͛͜d̸̛̛̪͇̾͛͂̊̈́̔̈́͂̐̈̒̆̊͛̿.̸̢̛͎͙͎̭̘̙̟͖̘̐̈́̔̈́̓̀̽͂́͝

*The reply was so blunt it almost seemed comical*

//kill this man. I swear to god.))

(*the voice was quiet but not because they were whispering it sounded more like they were far away*)

*Another pause before he said something else*

.̴̧̨̧̯͎̟͙̣̜̰̳͔̲̞͍͇͍̺̎̈́̋.̵̧̛̫̘͇̱̠̦̼͕̩̯̘̺̥͍̘̳̝̳̞̟̳̝̮̾̃̂̏̐̒͂̔́̈́̅̿͠.̸͔͙̰̙͕͚̤̳̰͈̺͕̣̣̏͊͗̌͛̍́̇̑̌̔̃̍̓̀̈́̾̇̍͌̿̅͜͠ ̶̡̧̲̱͚̪͉̻͎͖͎̹̪̣͋͒̂́̏̈́͗̈͊̾̈́̎̇́̇͠ I̴̡̨̦̙̥͈̪̮͍͉͍͕̓̊̾̚s̴̢̡̡̡̼̳̘͍̥̰̮̞̝̙̞̯̦̮̬͓̀͑́̔̓̏̉͂̎͑̀́̊̿͝ͅ ̷̧̩͚̝̟̲̻̟̗̤̬̺͒̃͊͋́̎̐̈̽͝͝͠͝͝i̴̲̗̪̞̩͔̟̞̲̪͖̦̓́̀͆̇̑͌̈́̊͆̓̉̉͌͂͝͠͝͠ͅͅt̶̹̞̤̘̅͗̿ͅ ̷͚͔͉̞̦͚̘͇̙̺̳̻͂̈̕͜ͅä̴̧͕͔̩̰̱͎͍̭̝̦̗̞͕̰͔̰̘̰́̈́͐̑̈́̿́͑̂́̀̌̑̆͌̃͂̾̏̈̄͘̚͝l̸̨̼̘̯̟͖̙̮̠̪̙͈̥̓̎̎̀̔ l̵̪̬̻̰̯̗̻̳̜͓͕̤̰̰̭̐͋̈́̅̅̎͊͛̐ͅ ̶̗͓̪͔̣̞̙͙̄̑͛́̄̾͑̉̈́͝t̵̹̪͓̲̺̀̈́̒̿̾͆͒͊͌̾r̵̛̤̤̦̽̒́̅͑̈́͛̃́́͛̋́̃͒͘̚u̴͔̰̓̒̿̅̿̈̉̈́e̶̙̅̄̉̄?̵̙̘͉̼̜̓̀̃͑͑͑̄̈̾̏̒̋̓̈̒̑̔͠

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance nods.]

Ÿ̷̠́ȇ̸̡a̸̧̿h̵͓̚.̵̺̍ ̸̱̈́Ī̷̹…̸̞͗ ̷̭͆w̴̨̔a̴̬̕s̴̰̕ ̶͚͂r̵̼̓e̵͉̿l̴̏͜ų̵͑c̴̤̎t̸̞́a̶̪͌n̴̑ͅṭ̶͋ ̵̢̚t̴͓́ǒ̷ͅ ̵̎ͅt̴̥̎ė̶͈ḷ̷͛l̸͔͗ ̵̞͌y̵̬̿o̵͕͝ů̷̧,̶̺̎ ̶̖̈́b̴̧̽ẹ̷̓c̸̮͗a̶͛ͅu̷̻͒s̸̱̀ë̸͖́ ̷̛͈Ḯ̶̠ ̷̪͑w̴̺͛à̷̼ș̶̐ ̴̣̔w̸̛͕o̸̝͊r̵̤̽r̵̈́͜ǐ̶̻ȇ̵̘ḍ̸́ ̶̲͠ỹ̷͕o̵̢̐u̸̅͜’̷̲̅d̷̘́ ̶̛̝b̶͉̓ė̷͍ ̷͓͌á̴̧n̴̟͊ĝ̷ͅr̸̙̂y̷̦̍ ̴͔͆ỏ̸̜r̶͉̽ ̵̪͛s̸͎̊o̸͖͌m̴̪̈́e̴̦̓t̶̓ͅh̵͙̉į̵̐ń̸͕ǧ̶̤.̸̠̃ ̸͖̈́B̴̮͌ų̷̌ț̵̚ ̶̝̇y̷̼͊e̷̦̽á̸͓h̴̢̊,̴̣͂ ̸͇̈í̵ͅt̴͕̃’̶̝͆s̸̢̔…̶̺̓ ̵͓͌ȉ̷̱ţ̸̎’̶̭̇s̷̺̀ ̶̪͋t̵͖̀r̵͕̾u̷͙̅e̴̠͘.̵̯̓ ̵̹͋I̴̥̒-̸͍̇ ̸͇́Ȉ̶͎ ̴͋͜k̵̩̓n̷̦̋ȯ̸ͅẅ̸͕́ ̴̙̒ḭ̴͛t̶̤̑ ̵̳̔s̴̯̓ǒ̴̞u̶̺͑n̵̰͠d̴̡̒s̴̖͋ ̴̢͂č̷͙ŗ̴͂ā̶͎z̸͔̉ÿ̸͇́,̴̟̊ ̴͍̔i̵̮̾t̷̫̿’̵̧̓s̷̞̽ ̴̪͊g̵̨͆ō̵̢ḯ̵͈n̴͉̈g̷̪͂ ̸̠̈́t̴͔̂o̷̥̎ ̶̜͋s̵̘̀ȯ̴̥ǔ̸̩n̶͙̕d̵͓̋ ̷͓̒c̷͔̓r̴͔̄a̶̻͝z̷̟͗ŷ̶̢,̵͙͝ ̶̳̒b̵͌͜u̷̠̅t̴̗͝ ̸̮̆h̸̭̕ō̸̺w̷̜͠ ̷͈̂d̷̡̆o̶͓͑ ̵͚̒ÿ̶̱́o̴̦͝ű̷͈ ̴̝̏t̶̺̒h̶̝͐i̸̖͌n̵̖͂k̵̲̔ ̴̫̈́Ĩ̸͙’̴̬͑m̸̯̐ ̷͔̈ă̴̼b̷̠̾l̷̇͜e̶̩̍ ̷͎́t̵̩̉o̵̪͘ ̵̝͆d̸̝͝i̶̞̾r̷͇͆e̶̤͌c̷̘̈́ţ̷͠l̴̫̍y̵͉͛ ̵̝̇t̷͖̍ã̴̝l̶̯̿k̸̯̏ ̴̨̐t̷̢̅ô̸̢ ̷̦̿s̷̢͐o̶̩̐m̴̘̆e̴̺͝ ̴̦̎p̷̜̆e̶̮̒o̷͚͒p̷͈͋l̵̯͂e̵̝͆ ̶͉̀y̴̘̾ó̵̧û̵̟ ̸̙̽c̷̕ͅȃ̵̦n̴͕̊’̴̟͒t̵͉͐ ̴̢̒e̷̝͊v̶̬̿e̶͎͆n̸͚̄ ̶̬͗h̶̨͒e̷̢̎a̸̰͝r̴̳͛?̷̟̊

[He laughs softly, but it’s mostly to try and lighten the mood.]

[glitch-parker]

S̴̑̉̽̈̌͒͝ø

*His glitch spiked as he hesitated*

A̴̧̡̛̻̼̤̭̹͇̙͎̮͛̈̏̈͋̀̾͋͌͌̓̓̓̓̈́̆̾̑̐͌̿̆͘̚͠͝ͅͅl̵̰̦̯͙̬̰͊̔̂̄̿̈́̉̈́́͒͑̒̾͂̅̿̂͝͝l̷̢̢̧̛̰̠̦̺̯̫͔̯̪̳̫̱̣̺̜̯̈́̃̍̐͌̈́́́̌͌̾̑͝͝͝ ̵̝͕̂̿͌̈́̑͒̆̐͌́̾̓́̋̾̇͌̂̃̕ͅo̴̧̡̧͕̘̙̰̟̻̘̪̘̟̻͂̉̓̍͗͐̍̃͗̃̈́̑́͘̚ͅf̶̢̛̮̰͚͔̹̞̯̻̠͈̘͈̰͓͈̤̖̠̝̝͇̤̳̤̑̇̌̓̔́͛̒̏̃͋͌͆͛̾͂̓͊̕͝͝ͅ ̶̡̢̧̢͔̳̜̝͈̦̱̗̞̖̟̤̗̣͉̩̪̫̪͔͓͙͖̹̲̐̽̒̂̊̀͊̂͊̉̾͌́̽̊̌̊̍̑͑͒͌̆͋̏͛͜͜͝m̵̰̼̝̹͍͚̯̼̱̲̖͔̈́͗̐̏̌͛̈́̔̈́͋̀̐͘̚͝͝͠ý̴̡̡̧̱̹̣͍͉̟͎̣͚̬̦̩͈̠̹͉̱͈͈̱͓̼̦̪͒͛̌͊̅̅̓̍̐͆͑̐̈́̕͜͠͝ͅͅ ̷̹͇͔̗͕̫͓̪̼̉̏̅́͠b̶͚͕̻̮̥̞̪̯͚̘͈͚̼̺̰̪̹̩̳͍̍̓̐͑̽̅̍͊̅̄̇̒̈̓͆̿̓͜͝͝͝ǫ̷̛͆̾̑̊̊̉͛͐͛̔̇̔́̈̂͛̐̏̽͗̒̀̓̈́͂̏͘̕͝͝͝͝͝͠ą̶̢̡͕͖͙̱̖̖͗͆̓͠r̴̮̪̗̳̳̜̂̃̿̇͊͐͒̈́̃͂̾̌̽͗̂̆̓̍͑ḑ̴̨̢̛̛̺̳͔̮̗̹̝̥̲̝̺͕̮̦̜̟͔̳͎̻̀̇̒͂͒̅͒̋́̅̐͛̀͆́͋̃͑͆͌̄͑̉̏̉̀͒͑͂̈͌̈́͝ ̵̊͑̊̃̋͐̃̄͒̈́͂̆͑͗̒̿̋̔͒̔̇͐̀͒̅̈́͗͘͜͝͝͠͝ğ̷̫̥̪̙̞̰̭̦̲̜̙͇̎̽͗̀̉̐̎̓͆͗̋͆̈́̀̊͆̚͜͝a̸̢̛̠͉̱̬͍̟̻̞͉̺̣̠̯͈̲̰̤̱̝̦̤̠͉̜̟̯͙͕͗̈̈̈̃̀͆͂̅̀̈̂̈͐̍̌̋̇͋̃͘̚͝͠͠͝m̸̳͓̘͎̬̻̹̝̯͌͛͑͐̀̄̉́̓͆̈̓̇͒̊͌̃̃̃̓͋͊̒̔͋́͘͠ͅę̴͍̘̞̺̰̠̤̝̭̟̞̠̬̮͓͖̹̬̀̔̄͂̎͌͑͘͜͝͠s̷̨̗̼̭͙̜͔̱̮͍̅̌̀̈́̿̐̎͋̚̚̚͠ ̸̢̡̢̧̟̺͔̯̭̮̯̹̥͂̃͗̀͗͋̆̇͆̀̆̆̂͊̉̎̒͒̃̃̓̑̈̀̌̏̒͜͝͝͝͝a̵̢̧̛͙̖̩͓̦̼̬̭̰̱̪̩̥͍̜͙̹̲͚̠̝͎̬͐̃̎̊̆́͋̂́̏̈́̐̔̈́͜r̸̛͉̹̗̥̜̺͕̤̥̪͚͈̹̣̼͚̟̦̃͑̎͐̀́͐͒́̄̿̑̾̉̅͝e̴̡͓̬̩̦̮̲̣̣̪̻̩̞̬̝̯͓̳̰̰͓͓̯͓̲̍͋̇͛͑̀̈́͘.̵̨̡̧̧̢̢̧̠̬̰̰͕͚͇̲̫̻̥̩̻̭̘̞͈̲̫̳̪̜̽̔̎͗̀͌̎̾͋͒̌͌͐̀̿͗͌̎̒̊̈́͛̓͋̾̇̓͛̈́̇͘͝͝.̵̛̳͎̱͆͋̌̈̆̀̌͛̉͐͠.̸̪̯̭͋͊̀̾͝

*He didn't dare to finish that sentence*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance sighs.]

Y̵̝̓e̸͖̒á̸̙h̴̬̊…̸͙̔ ̵̗͑I̶̖͗’̶̰͝m̷̪̽ ̸͈͠s̵̱̒o̶̬̿r̴̥̊ȑ̴̭y̸̧͗.̵͜͠ ̵̣̾B̵̰̊ủ̵͓t̴̋͜,̴̛͕ ̸͈̔m̶̫͌y̷̧̔ ̴͎̇o̵̱̒f̴̥̓f̸͚͝é̴̩r̵̪͗ ̵̹̾s̸͎̎t̷͖̕i̷̳͗ľ̴̲l̷̩̀ ̵̼̋ṡ̵͜ṱ̸́ȁ̶͖n̸͚͝ď̴͖s̷͍̋,̵̘̉ ̷̧͗ẇ̸͍ḙ̸̓…̵̫̆ ̵̩̇w̵͉͝ḙ̸͝ ̵̡̈́ç̸̈ǎ̶̙n̵͇͛ ̵̪̊ẗ̵̟́ŕ̴̩ÿ̷̖́ ̶͉͘ṱ̶̅ǒ̸̩ ̷̫̈r̵̦̋ȇ̴͈c̴̩͐r̷̤͐e̷͇͝ḁ̵̃t̴͔̐ẻ̴̪ ̷̼͘t̷̗̋ḣ̵͈e̶͕̍m̸͉͠ ̵͎́o̵̞͝u̵͔͠t̸͎̕ ̶̼͝õ̶͇f̴̞̚ ̸̢̇c̵̦͌á̵͜r̴͙̆d̷̾͜b̷̥͝o̸͎͗ȧ̵͖ṙ̴̮d̷̪͝!̵̭͒

[He smiles nervously, hoping the offer could ease Parker a little.]

[glitch-parker]

Lee, dressed as Will Wood's Normal Album cover, heads up to the attic. He has a bright smile on his face and a bag of candy in his hands. As soon as he enters the attic, though, the bag of candy falls from his hands as he takes in Parker's glitching.

Parker!

He cries out, running towards Parker and grabbing his wrists. Lee flinches as the glitching spreads to his form, but he holds strong as he inspects Parker.

What happened? What's going on???

@showstopper-homeowner

*He sitting with Chance not expecting someone else to come in suddenly, to say he was startled would be an understatement he literally jumps back when Lee made contact which also got rid of the Lee's glitching and pain. Parker's glitching seem to spike for just a moment but then going back to how it was*

J̸̯̮͇̲̩̈͐͋̌̒̉̅͌̀̆͗͜͝é̶̢̝̙͚̱͕͉̫̘͇̖̜̠̹̐̇̐͛̅̀͛̆́͝͝ş̸̨̛̘̦̣̻̮̫̱̝̝̞̎̑̀͊͌͝͠͝͝ų̶͖̫͕̠̝̟͉̤͔̪́̈́͆̔̃́̏̎̐̏̕͜͝ș̷͓̬̣̭͚̫̳̀̓͐͐̄͐̍͂̏͛͌̕̚ͅ L̷̤͖̊̽̈́̏͗͝ȩ̶͕̹̮̯̀̿̽̋̏͝e̴̺̠̠͛!̴̝̭͉̫̝́̉̇

*He huffs out. He stared at Lee for a second seeming out of it as his mine tries to catch up with him remembering that huge mess of empty board games literally tossed around*

O̷̤̯̜̊̒̌͑̈́̈́̒̕̕͝h̶̨̳͎͉̠̾̀́͒̔̔̉̂͘ ̷̢̯͚̠̅́̽͑͝͠ǔ̷̢͉͚͈͚̳̪͍̝̞͓̱̀̊̓̈͝͝m̴̳͚͙͖̼̫̮͚̲̆̋̾̌̈͂͑̿̄̎̕͝ͅͅ-̶̢̳͕͍̠̘̟̣̻͖͑̾̀̑͊̈́̄ ̷̥̓̓͝C̷̡͔̦̏͌͒̀ȟ̴̢̬̘̺̲̻̼̺͈̠͜ǎ̶͈̋̉͂̈́̈́̾͋̂n̴̨͇̮͙͇̫̻̺̝͂̂c̶͔̜̻̀͛̀͗̎̽ę̶̟̦͙̗̮̖͕͍̝͖̭́̌͋̉͝ ̸̡̩̳͚͇̯̫̖͈̣̒̊w̶̮̭̫͕̗̮͘͝ā̸͎̯͕̻̜̀͗̈́̔̊͌̀̆́̃͜s̶͔̮̿ ̸͉͙̄̈̎̾̊̉͛̕͝h̴̙̜̼̳̮̎̏̉͂̓̅͑̀̚͝e̸̢͑ḽ̶͖͍̹̊́̈́͛͗̏̊p̸̘̞̩̘͓̯̰̠̪͈̺̊̄ ̶̲̠͔͚̜̱̞̜̲̻̱̏m̵̛̟̗͔͙̀͊̈́͊͑ë̴͍̫͉̲̦́̄̂̏͗̆̓͒͆͝ ̷̧̦͚̦̣͓͉̪͚̯́̌̈́͊̂͘͝ͅͅç̶̮̮̙͇͚̳̫̖͉̔͂͑̔͗͑̈̎̿͌ļ̶̨̘̰̖̹͙̥̪̗͌̓̆͜e̵̡͂͛̇͐̐̌͂̽a̶͔̥͕͆̅͂̃̉̇͝ͅn̷̛͈̯̲̞̯̻̭͛̈̃̈́̅͒̔̕ ̶̼͙̞̝̲̝̥̱̙̳͈͆͗̏͜ā̴̛̘̹̠͈̰̪̩͍̥̩̻̗̃̀͘ ̶̡̗̻̌̋̃͊̚ͅb̷̪̦̥̻͖̹̼͉͆̀i̸̙̰̥̻̲͂̀t̶̢̪̗̘͙̙̺̯̖̒!

*He lied not wanting to worry him since who knows if this was connected to glitches or not or whatever was happening. Unaware of the most obvious warning sign hi̸̧͈̠͂̊m̷̧̞̫͋̄̊s̶̯̲̄e̵̙͕̭̒l̵̺̻̽̈́f̸̨̏͑͂.*

[deactivated-blog]

I-I need to take care of this! Oh my gods, Parker, I didn't realize you were getting thid bad! If I had known earlier, I-

Lee was frantically pulling out his notebook and flipping to various pages, trying to find out where he put his research for staving off glitches.

You and Chance were cleaning? What did you come across? It might be related to the gliching.

// so sorry for the late reply... we were quite busy, hahah.

[glitch-parker]

Ooc: Nah your good))

*He was starting to panic a little bit making the glitching a little worse. Had he not been as good at acting like he was ok? What does he mean by getting worse?? And worst of all he felt like he had to fix it. Fix this whatever this was. Parker nonchalantly Yanks the notebook out of his hand. No glitching gets on the notebook tho*

H̸̞̥͗́̃͛͊͘͝e̷̛̳̻̭̖̣͚͚̳͈̖̪̳̒͆̽̊̈́͊͛͐̈́͝͝ͅẙ̸͕͇̠̝̺͂ͅ ̷̳̲̽͊͗̈́́̉̑̽̎͂̃̓͝ͅn̸͕̜̩̞͉̫̙̼͔̤̺̓̌̄̓͐̈́͠͝͠ͅo̸̡̯̲̣̠̩̐͛̓̈͝w̶̻̜͓͙͖̗͖̝̗̭͚͌, ̵̢̧̟̼̟̳̘̈́̓̿ͅT̴̢̨͇͇̭̝͖͓̓͂̓̉͂͋͋ḥ̸͖̤̻̭̇͐̐̊̾̐͐̆͛͋͘̕͝ȩ̴͕̮̼͙̣̘̼̼͕͍͍̀̀̏͐r̷̡̢͎̩̻͕̞̰̮͉̘͍̈́̇͠͝ẽ̷̯͇̟̣̜̟̖̪͒͊̔̇̃̓ͅ'̶̧̗͎̦͎̤̩̈̑͋͠͠ͅs̸̩̮͙͓͇̼̫̭̑̚ ̶̰͕̑̎̆͘͜n̶̠̭̱̍̈́̔̏̎̏̒͝ȏ̴͇́̃̓̑̊̆̏͠ ̴̛̭̘̼̭̪̲͇̿͋̅̔̓͛͛̓̋̓̋̃ͅn̸̨̨̢̥̩̲̝̼̤̼̻̄͌͒͊̇̂̆̿͘̚̚̚͝e̴̡̯̱̻͚͎̺͆͘ẻ̷̝̠̻̈́́̎̽̉̀̉̑̚͝d̴͕̜̦̲͉̪̻͙̀͜ ̷̧̛̻̖͓̻͇̮͂̎̇͋̐f̷̆̏̏ò̵̢̢̯͓̩͍̩̼̳̖͝ṛ̴̺̘͂ t̶͈̱̪͕̻͉̦̞̦̫̮̩̊͑̈́͗̑̅́̄̐̈́͠h̴̢̖̝̣̱̫̦̭̯͎̬̩̺̉͂͗̈́͒̎̅̕a̷̳̭̙̝͚͆̌̏͂̆͝t̸̡͚̜͚̹̯̲̼̦̱̂̀̿̈́̾̍͐̀́̐̈ͅ.̶̹͓́͒̈̔̈ͅ

Ň̵̞̭͋͋̌̇͆̅͝ó̶̢̱̪̝̗̤̬͒͒̂͝ ̶̨̨̛̭͔̖̳̒̌̊͌̿g̶̭̭͍̙̊̽̀̀͌̈́́́͑͊l̵̜͎͚̓̀͆̃͐̏̑̕i̵͈̞̰͔̺̲͑͐̆̇̽̑̚͜͠ͅt̷͚̮͖̭̱͖̜͓̰̾͒̓̒̃̕͠ͅč̴͇̱̝͖̞̳̄̀͐̑ḩ̷̨̲͖̝͎̳͓̖͝e̴̥̖̜͙̬̗̍̐̀͐̍̔̕̚͝͝s̷̢̧̥̣̟͔͖̍̾̌̉̿̅͗͑̎̏ ̷̠͉̗̠̔j̵̝̜̥͈̙͍̮͉͚͗̔́̃̓͗̓̽̈͜u̸̖̾ŝ̷̢͖͋̾͗̓̒̃͊̈̕t̵̨̢̯͍̭͓̤̫͕̯̑̅̃͝ ̵̘̹̲̔͋̐̋̌ͅc̷̨̣̰̤͓̮͈̥̙̙̐͊̀͋̃̕l̷̢͇̦̹̪̣̫̳͇̅͛ͅẽ̴̛̩̱͐͊̓͐́̀͝ä̴̛̯͕̣͎̣̣͕́͌̇͒̌̚̕͝n̸̤͎̦̦͂͐̐̽͋̂̚i̷̛͉͓̻̘͓͍͍̓̑̌̎͜n̵̢͓͔͓͎̆͗̊͌̎͗̊̈́͊͜͝ģ̷̧̡̯̙͚̞̖̮̑̎̌̊̔͂̇̽̇ ̷̰͔̼̪̤̾̌͒̈͋͌ͅả̵̠̗̱̮̮̅̉̉̉f̵̨̦̞̳͙̀̈́̐̚͜t̴̘̭̪̥̖̥̽̍ͅě̷̗͌̀̿̂̌̑̉ȑ̸̛̮̙̦͖̗͔̬̼̼̖̽͗̽́͛̈́̚ ̸̫͇͙̪͎̂̃́̏͐̈́͗͊̆ḁ̴̘͔̅̈͐̔ ̸̞̰̤͇͍͚̀̀̒͝ĺ̷̨̖̀̐̽̾͂̀́̋̿i̶̢̠̫̱͔̞̯̰̱͔͛ṱ̶̡͂̀͊͗͝͝ț̵̫̻̬̰́̍l̵̘̗̟͈̐̄́̄̔́̊̀̾e̴̝̘͌̿͌̅͋ ̵̯͆̈́̀͐́m̷̠̫̊̒̉̕ḙ̸̙̬̰̝͙̆͆s̶̰͙͉̯̃̂̇͝͠s̸̬̘̩̀̿͜.̷̼͕̥̖͎̩̦̞̗̒̈́͒̑̋̈́

R̶̯̝̭̥̹̠̺̳̮̣͑̉͊͌̒̍͠͝͠ì̴͔̯̈́̈̓̾̄̑͝g̵͖̮̰̍̀̓͠h̶̠̙͇̽͆͜ţ̶̝̼͚̩̞̺̉̿̽́͊̇̐ ̶̛̠̙͓̥͈̜̺̘̍́͆̑̽̄̿̇C̸̤̅͐̈h̸̜͚̣̤̼͌̌̿̏̕͝a̴̢̧̢̠̟̩͍̯͔̱̿͗̂̑͐̀͝n̷̪̓̂͆̍͋̓ĉ̶̡̬̼͉̝͙̼̥͑̒̒͝e̷͔̹̩̬̪͕̖̲̽̆̅̄́̈̎͋͘͝?̸̨̡̢̙͕̘͉͙͒

*He elbowed Chance hard. He moved his head to whisper to him out of sight from lee. It was almost impossible to tell what Parker was saying since the glitching but his mouth clearly was mouthing "Back me up!"*

( @nat-20-on-perception)

[nat-20-on-perception]

Oh! Yeah, just- we were cleaning and Parker was making sure the games were good, no glitches!

[Chance smiles nervously, hoping he’s being convincing. He looks over at Parker with a nod]

He just- started to glitch a bit, so I’ve been helping him as best as I can- nothing to do with what we were doing, just a sudden glitch!

[He reaches to Parker’s hand, squeezing it to assure Parker that it would be okay.]

[glitch-parker]

*Everything was going good until. Chance mentioned glitching. This is not what he wanted at all! Chance can't just mention glitching now! Not in front of him! why would he lie about him glitching that doesn't even make sense. The glitching on his body seems to become worse from him already spiraling just a little bit about how Lee is taking this*

Į̷͈͎̰͉̥͈̱͎̬̫̥̜̆͊̽̏͌̏͂͌̋͊̍̍͗͘̚ͅ-̵̢̦̗̗̘̺̳͖͎́ ̴̮͙̲̣́͘͝nő̶̧͚͚̜͙̭͇̝̭̞̿̃̑͜ͅ ̸̧̞̘̫̺̪̭̯͓̓̏͌̍͑͗n̸̛̛͈͍̰̘̺̫̟͉̰̯̤̳̻͉̂̈́̐͆͂̆̾͋͘ǫ̸̧̰̗̜͔̗͖̜̩̭̐̆̄̋̈͌!̸̭̫̻̃̽͂͛̏̓͋̑̃̆̓̉̚̕̕ ̵̧̩̯̙̻̏̓͐̈́͐̔͂͗̾͗͐Ỉ̶͙̰͈̹̲͓̱̯̈́͊͒͊̐̾͑ͅ ̶̨͍͉͛w̵̼̩̔̎̄́̈̂͝͠a̵̯͔͊̆͐̉́̿́̂̍̔̓̀͗͋̒ș̸̛̣̙̰̃͂̈̆́̔͒̄̊̓̎́̿̚n̵̹͙̤̰̦͂̆ͅ'̵̢̼̳̜̮̗̄̒̂̾͊͜ẗ̴̨̢̺̼̲̳͈̣̹͕̺̟̰́̚ ̵̨͔̣̗̹̩͇͇̘̏-̴̡͚̤͚̬̐̊͂̽̔̇̄̈̿͒͘͝͠ ̴̓͆̓̈́

g̴̟̳̳͈̙͕̮͈͙̠͈͑̔͌̆̏͒̕o̶̿̍͊͘͠ḋ̷͖̹̹̮͇̓̔́̾̅͒̂̊͑̀͜͠͠͠ ̸̧̨̛̳͙̱̩̬̜̲̜͕̇̓̓̄̍̄̚͜d̶̙͔̳̉̎̔̓̑̑̍̏̂͐̕͜͠a̶̡̢̢̨̼͔͇̼͈͑̽͑̄̈́͐̈͒̈́͐̊̒͝m̸̨̘̠͎͔͔̞̻͕̣̼̰̠̎̒ͅṇ̶̫̙̮͛ ̷̢̘̫̦̝͕͙͈̙̻̬̏̇̾̉̊͂͒̚ͅỉ̴̥̖̮͚͉̮̯̺̠̘̀̐̓t̵̨̢̛͖̲̟̝͚̰̯̜̍̽́͗̀̀̄͘͘̚̕ͅ ̴̹͇͎̳̦̭̼̳͌͑̆̈́̏̃̚̚C̴͠h̶̬̮̎̌̐͌̂̀̊͝͝ͅā̸̡̨̛̼̣̞̖̀̑͠n̵̲͓̙̭̮͉͈̼͙̜̠̑̅̆̇͊̈̀͂͐̔͑̅̈́͒͝ç̵̢̧͕̪̻͇̮̻̩͙̓̓̐̃̄̒͒̅̇͒̓͒è̸̛̫̣͍͖̝̹͕̞̈́̒̅̂̎͌̆̓̾̔̆̅͐!̴͔̩̖͈͚̺͍̺̠̖̾̒͂̿̓͐̀̾́̚

( @showstopper-homeowner)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance puts his hands up defensively]

Oh- no no I didn’t mean while we were cleaning! You started glitching afterwards, not during! We were sitting here, and then it started- nothing about the cleaning was involved!

[He glances nervously at Lee]

[glitch-parker]

*He firmly grabbed him by the shoulders and loudly whispers*

Ň̶̤̗̞̻̩̬̃̓̒̈́̏̄̐̒̈̈́̏̀̈́͑̀o̴̧̢̩̲̤̗̲͈͉̎́̏̍͠t̵͙͔̹̟̪͓̯͋̀̂̆̔͌̏̾̚͜͝ ̷̬̞͌̋̿̉̆̿̊̕̕͠h̶̯̻͍̜͈͖̲̦̫̞̹̀̂̎͗̄̔́͐̔̕ȩ̶̢̖̠͖̭̟̮͓͛͜͝ͅl̵̛̞̂͒̽͂̒̑̅̀̒̚͝p̶̺̾̎̀̆̿̊͗̏̆į̶̗͎̝̭̪̙͈̩̫̹̫̮͙̤͚͐̑̐̽n̶̳̗͇͓͉͙̯̝̫̻̼̎̔͜ͅģ̷̥͖͓̘̠̟͙̬̩̫͈̝̣̳͉̣̙͆̿̀̎̐͗̉̌͐͌̂̿̈̈̚ !̶̨̟̘̖̥̬̜̹͍̐͌͗̄̄̀̌͂̚

// *sigh* what did I tell you about him not knowing he glitches in his sea of denial that surprised me sometimes!))

[nat-20-on-perception]

I’m sorry!! It’s- I’m saying that incase Lee sees something we can’t, that- seems to happen a lot-

[He tries to lie smoothly, but is fairly obviously nervous about all of this.]

//Hes trying his best /silly

[glitch-parker]

*Parker let's go of him and pitcher his temple in frustration. Parker wouldn't be surprised if his headache didn't leave for a weeks after this*

//which one? ... / Half joking. Also /silly

[deactivated-blog]

...Uhm.

// chance, cmon buddy. dont lie to us

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance attempts to ignore the mods. Not very well though. It’s obvious he hears them as he keeps glancing around every time they speak to whatever direction their voices come from. His voice comes out quieter.]

Parker I… think we need to tell Lee. It’s- not for anything bad, it’s just- there’s something we know and- he just wants to help take care of it, you know-?

//Come on, chance. Acknowledge them.

you’re making me look crazy, Cupid-

//Meh, that’s what comes with being aware.

[glitch-parker]

*Parker was not paying attention at all to Chance seeming crazy. His head hasn't stopped hurting since well everything. He wished he could have just gone back. Back to beginning the day. Beginning of yesterday where they played games, it seemed fine. Maybe even the beginning of the week or whatever day it was at this point. Today was definitely his worst of the days he's ever lived he sure of it.*

T̵͕̣̟̎͋̓̓͝e̶̳̗̖͌͊l̶̳̙̰͔̯̑l̷̛̰̹̃̐̾̽͑̈ ̶̹̟̝̆̄h̷̛̙̾̾̆̔͛i̸͕͎̿͂͜m̶̨̗̼͇̱̾͌̑͌͗͂̅ ̸̡͈͇̫̮͉͉͆̃͊̔w̸̢̦̯̐̒̐̀̀͝͠ͅẖ̶̌͆a̷̻̮̽́t̵͓̲͊̒͂̾̊̊?̷͔̰͔̳͖̦̰̓͋̆̈̚ ̷̯̱͐͑̈̋̃ͅͅÀ̴̡̻͓̺̹̈́͂̌̇͘l̶̢̖͗͜͝l̸̢̲̰̬͚̍̏̽́̇ ̷̗͍̼̠̱̓͜ͅḩ̸͖̣̮̀̀̋͗̂̕i̶̭̇̊͛͌s̸̭͇͕͚̆̿ͅ ̴̨̡͕̬̫̏̽́̄̎̿͜ͅg̸̹̠̹̳̭͕̪̏̐͋͠á̷͔͕̫̗͋̈́̚̚m̶̱͉̥̀͜e̴̞̓̕s̷̨̯̼͔͖̭͐̉̓͠ ̷͓̝͌͐̕ş̴̛̼̰̒̄̈́̐͊̍ȋ̴̧͌̏m̵̡̡̗̖̞̃̾u̴͚͙͊̊̄̐̈́l̵̝͕̱̝̍͐͆̌̓͜t̶̰̲̼̲̽͗̐͠a̸͍̮̰͈̘̐͑͛n̸̢̢̢̻̪̦̅̂̕e̸̝̙̙̍̾̊͊̀̋͌o̶̰͋̽̓̉͐̽u̷̫̦̖̪̖͒s̸̫̪͚̈́̎̃̆͂̕l̸̞̫̝͈̿̍̂̈́y̶͍̭̫̣͐͗̋̈́̚ ̷̠̾̾̈́̏̈́̀͝d̶̢͎̻̫̈ĩ̶̥s̸̜̲̤͙͌͒̈́̍́̆̕ap̶͎̖̳͖̲͇̖͐̈́̚͝p̷̘̼͎̤͈̺͌e̸͍͍̦̘̿̈́͗̈́a̵̧̞̩͙̅̐̂̐́r̶̡̳̗̗͗̈̈́͆̂͋͋ë̷̱̻͛̇d̸̨̳̠̯̮̜̹̾ ̸̞̀õ̸̖̳̠̪͒͝ͅŕ̴̘̍͋̉͆͝ ̷̥͖͔͙͙̫̌͝m̷̘͍̍̀̇̽͂ǎ̸͎̝̟̳̯̫̱̀̇͠y̸̙̖̳͒̈̃́̈́͝b̷̨̮̤͛̇̓̾̈̍e̷̙̓̈́̅̓͌ ̴̧̧̫̲͒̓̂͊n̶̞̣̱̜̉͑͑̓͋̚͝ͅė̵͇̹̼̐͋̌́̚͠v̶͙̲̮̂̋́͗ë̵̖̩͎͎̭͚́͒͑̅͜͠ȓ̸̛͓̉͛̀͂ ̵̡̥̯͙̗̓̎͑̕͜ͅĕ̸̠͖̬̫̌̀̊̈́̋̕x̴̡͍̞̞̹̂̈̾̽̀̿͝i̶̢̹̳̙̪̘͉̎͌͛s̷͖͉̙̰͌̈́̐́͝͠ẗ̴̻̫̪͈̮̹́͑͛̋̍̂e̶̡͖͓͈͓̯̼̓̃̓́̉͘d̶̢̠̩̤̞̱̱͗͝ ̸̡̤͔̲̐͌̓̃̚d̶̢̧̦̬̪͆̿͠ͅe̵͖̩̯̫͛̌̽s̶̟̬̩̭̆̏͠p̶̹̒̂i̵̙͙͂̑̂t̷͍̫̩͍͂̍̓̍͘̕͝ḕ̵̞̞́̐ ̵͚̟͋͋̎́m̷̱̭͇̜͎̠̌́̽̎́̓̕e̸̛͇̬̤̊̌̄̋́͗ ̶̥̿̀̎p̷͉̩̤̝͒̀̈́ͅl̷͚̝̦̠̘͚͈̒̆͒̅͘͝͝a̶̛̰͌̽͗̍͊y̷̨̰͓̹̪̲̏̾i̸̡͓̫͊͝n̷̰̜̬͇̐̆̿̊̾̆g̷̳̮͚̀̾͌́̿̅ ̵͍̯̩̦̺̟̪̽̋̈́͐͝t̸̨̪̦͑̅̋ͅh̴̠̀̿͑́̚͠ę̵̹͈̖͌̅̕͜m̴̹̦̠̫̟̲͉͊͒͒!̵̘̜̣̻̤̥́̄̑͋ ̷̯͍̞͌̒̆̅͊̐͘͜B̶̢̦̺͓́͑e̷̟̼͙̍͗̈̊̇̂̈ȉ̸̩̳̯͉̲̍͊n̶͚̙͎̭̗̑͑̈́͜ġ̴̨͖͗̕ ̶͎͂ţ̸̢̼͔̞̪͌h̸͇̽̔̉̽́͝ê̵̛̬̼̬̊̍͆̚m̵͙̘̙̱͓̼̪̓̐̊̇̈́!̷͔̱͚̯̉

//one point for Parker zero for his sanity))

H̴̨̰̺̜̦̋̈͝e̸̠͇̥̯͚̎̈́̚ͅ ̶̗̓̈́̊̋̑̈̉c̸͖̜͍̜͕̓̀a̶̪̩̞͋̅̅͑̓̀ņ̴̩͎̠͓̑̎̋͘'̸̿̎͂̂̀̕͜t̴̤̟̲̫͖͚̹̆͂̈́̏͑ ̴̳͕͘̚d̸̖͔͎̹̫̯̮̋̐o̵̢̯̱̫̠̩̓͆̊͆̋̈́͜ ̷͉̮̬̱̞̰͉̍̑͝a̶̧͓͈̪͂̈́̋̄͝n̷̡̩̯͖̬͑͠ỳ̴̘̰̹͎͈̗̾̉̑̅t̶̥̕h̷̲͗̒̅́̍͘ͅi̴͚̹̅͆̍͆̑̄̉ǹ̶̻͎͉̤͔͠g̴̺͋͒!̴̡̧̩̫̌̾͗̄̂͝ ̵͚̬͎̼́̂̌͌͒̈͝ͅŶ̷̢̱͕̺̇͊ǒ̵̖͛ư̷̩͈̙̙͕̐̎͑̈́͑ ̷̙͈̺̥̓̈́̓̚č̸̨̨͉̪̞͓̋͋͝a̴̱̞̜͇̬͇̥͐̽̑̊͂͑ǹ̷̹̝̟̭̈̈́̉͐̈́͛͜'̴̰̩̰̪͉̀t̴̙̭̥̄͊͘ ̶̠̐͌̌̎̊̋a̶̡͓̠̲̮͋́̿̎n̴̢̖͉̬̱̾͑̌̀͝ͅy̶̡̢̨̦̼̖̤͐͐͝t̶̠̬͊̇̓̄́̓̓h̵͎̳̼̣̙̞̠̒͐̀͗̕i̵̧̟̰͕̹̿́̊͌̃̈n̸̜̹̙̓̈̑̏̀̕g̴͇͛́̋̀̋!̷̧̢̲͈̟̹̌̅͒͝ ̶̟̔̽̈Á̴̯̪̤̘͍̣̓͝͝ǹ̸͈͍̠͎͓̼͗̌͒͜͝d̸͖̬͓͉͓͍̉ ̵͆̓̇̂̋ͅI̵̥̅͊̔͐́ ̴̢̤̜̱͍͆͐̏̔͗̍͘C̴̱̚Ă̷̪͇͇̹̣̟͛͒̏͂̽Ņ̷̰̯̊̿̈́̃́̅̚'̶͔͇̬̗̳͍͖̓̄̎̒Ṱ̷̟̈́̄̇ ̴̲͆̎̅͑̿͊̚d̶̯͕͍̭̰̼̼̋̓̃̑͒̐o̸͙͖̘͖͔͋͒͌͊͑͝ ̶̛̭̺̓̕ã̵̘̤̞̟̌̊̍̽n̸̻͓̙͋̍̅̾͝y̶̨̢͔̠̘̋͊̉͆t̵̻̣̥̠̺̐̐̀h̸͇͇̺̼͈̉̅i̵̢̳̭͍͐̓̓̌͗͘͝ͅn̷̡͍̂̈́͌g̶̪̑͂͝!̷̙̗͉̀͗̅̔̀.̷̛̞̌̆̃͘̚͝.̴͙̞͎̃̎̍.̸̡̠̣͋̋̍͛̈́͋̚͜ͅ

*His words seem to hit him like a truck. He weekly moves back until he feels the wall sliding down it gripping at his head from the headache*

W̶̮͚̐̾̕͝ḩ̵̙̞̣͔̙̘̤̈́̌͊̚y̴̢͕̏̉̈́̿͠.̸̡̙͇̔̂.̸͝-

̴̘͍̈́̿́̇͠W̶̛̦͕̍̀̏̋̾͐̆h̷̭̣͚͖̲̭̥͆͋y̸̨̲̗̜̳͍̼̍̽̀̀̚͝ ̴̮̖̣̗̬̼̃̃͝d̷̫̽̐̔̈̓̕͝ơ̴͙̰̲̗͈̫̈̄̍́̀͝ ̶̨̡̢͇̣̰̈́̌͐́k̶̹͋ẽ̴͓̫ę̴̛̹̻̪̎́̇͗͆͘p̷̳͐̄̊͐͝͝ ̸̳̥̱̪͈̥̠̝̃͋̈́̌s̴̨̟͕̝̥̹̈́̃a̵̢̛̳͚͕̬͛̐̐y̷̩̟̤̗͖͉͓̬͋̀̉̓̀̈́͠i̵̜͙̘̖̝̥͐̽̎͜ͅn̵͛̂́͛͜g̷̢̨͍͈̠̼̥̯̐͋̈́̆ ̸̙̖̾̃̈́̏͑̕t̷̛͈̽͊́h̷̬̜̙̋̅̈́͊̓͝ą̷̖̊ṫ̴̨̖̲͍̩̠̏͆͛̅̅̕?̷́̚.̶̮͔͙̦̬̭͓̽͛͑̈́̂̅̽́͜..̶̢̖̯̖͎͎̆͑̒̊̅̈́̚͜͝ͅ ̷̣̩͈̀Ẁ̴̨͓̫͆h̸͍̘́̿͗̅a̵̭͑̇̒̊̋͝͠t̵͎̮̙̂ ̴̡̡͚̮̭͕͆ḏ̵̼̙̙̙̂͒̽͑o̶̢̗̳̤̼̲͗̎͂̈́̈́͝ ̷͇͍̘̼̞̘̿y̵̺̺̤͕̙͙͎̙͌̒̈́̚͠o̷̫̬̅̍ū̴̧̟͈̘͎͕̤̃̇̓̌͒́͝ ̵͙̙̽̽̀̄̎̍̾͆ḵ̴̛̼̗̮͉̥͗̅̃̎̍̂͜ń̵̠̥͉̝̞̬̗͒̂̂̐̋́o̶̘̮̮͈̺̦̠̓͊w̵̞͙̞͆̈́̆͒̍̕̕-̶̯́͑ ̶̲̞͉͇̙̭͊Ẃ̷̭̤͈͘ȟ̸̘̬̪͎̘͉̔͛a̶͕̓̅̆̽̓̔ẗ̸͓̦̘́̊̌͠ ̶̥͍̓̓͝d̴͙̪͇̰̯͑̏͒͂̃̀̒͜o̷̮̯̩̥̓̑̿͊͝n̵̳̺̪͖͉̣̯̍̉͑͐̑'̷̣̩̩̦̩̮̄̏̎̃͋̀ͅṭ̵͍̚ ̶̯̈́̃͂̄̓̽̂͠Į̴͍̩̖̖͙͗͆ ̶̟̓k̵̙̹̞̬͙͔͛n̸̯͓̲̯͐o̸͍̯̘͊̃w̷͖̫͈̩̰̓̏̐̀͑̈͜͝?̷̨̫̖̹̜͛́̚͝!̴̨͍͍̤̿̑̆̿ ̴͕̌̌̒̿́̑

*He was pleading he was scrunched up on the ground which made his whole body seem like just a giant glitch ball*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance looks over at Lee. He’s looking for a yes or no on if he should tell Parker.]

I… debated on it earlier. Just tell me if I should.

[deactivated-blog]

I... Go ahead. He... He needs to know.

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance nods. He approaches Parker, reaching out to put a hand on Parker’s shoulder.]

You’re gonna have to work with me on this, okay? It’s going to seem crazy, but… knowing can help. The more you know, the less it can affect you, I think.

[He takes a deep breath, pulling back out the glitching dice.]

Do you remember when I brought up this to you? How I rolled for perception and then suddenly could hear other people that didn’t seem to exist? It… apparently, there’s more to it.

[He puts the dice aside.]

That wall. You said you looked through it once. Thats letting you see your mod. The person I keep talking to whenever it seems like I’m talking to nobody is them. I have one too, their name is Cupid. Lee has one, and so do Holly and Hector. You’re the first I think to actually see their mod. So… I’m going to tell you what that means.

[He sighs softly, obviously worried about how Parker will react.]

We found out that we’re in a game. It’s… weird to know, but it explains everything. Why everyone has been quiet, why your games are disappearing… everything. Your games used to exist, but because we’re in a game… they don’t. Because there aren’t any “sprites” as the mods call it to show what your games look like. Thats… that’s where your games went. Including Sandy Land. I…

[He paused, the continued]

I didn’t want to tell you because me and Holly found out by, well… chance. I rolled perception and began to see the mods as floating eyes, and now me and Holly can actually interact with ours now that they and some of voices explained what’s going on. That’s why you heard me call the voices ‘Askers’ or ‘Anons’ because… that’s what they are.

[He pulls back, just incase Parker preferred being alone after hearing all of this.]

Do you need me to tell you more? I can try to explain more of it, if you want.

[By now, his glasses glitched even more, as well as the clasp of his cloak, further hinting to the point as he mumbles about a headache himself.]

[glitch-parker]

*Parker's mouth flapped open and close a few times as he failed to understand anything of what he was saying*

N̷̡̡̻͎͙͔͚͎̘̖̹̘̝̰͓͔̝͊͌͐̑̎̏̇̚͜-̵̡̡̯͔̬͎̼͔̹̥̭̪̦̟͇̬̐͆̾̔͊̈́̔̐̈ ̸̛̗͖̥̟̟̲̲̻̼̉̆͗̀̂̐͗͊̍̆́̕͘̕͜͝͝n̴̨̡̪͚͇̩̓̿̒͗̍͂̃͝ơ̵̡̡̙̺͖͍̭̬͚̫͎̬̥̈́͐̈͆̆̾͛̕̕ ̶̦̭͉̠̻̩́̃̇͑̽͋̉͌̈͑̒̾͌̿̌̚͠͝ͅy̶̛͕̭̬̟͐͋̄͒͆̿̿̉̓̔̂̆̄̚͘͠ö̶͎̮̤́͊̍̎̎̚͝ų̶̡̯̼͙̬̩͚̜̱̥̜̪̼͎͙͋̈́́͆̂̔͆̈́̀̊̉̃ͅ ̸̨̧̥̪͖̘͍̥̣̦̔̔ͅṇ̷͛̃̅̀̈́͊͌e̷̳͗̄̈́̇v̸͚̲̻͉͍̗͖͎͌͒̇̏̍̐̇̓̈́̚͜͝ę̴̫̩̜̥̼̖̪͕̹͍̜̏̇́̋́̾̌́͛̈̅̎͘̚̕r̵̫̪̦͓͚͚̗͑͐̀͂̌̋͜͝-̸̬̲̖̝͖̀̂ ̵̡̣̬̼͍̰̟̰̟̩̲̻̞̥͙̲̟̭̍̿͐̐̀̔͑͂͜Ṭ̸̫̊͐͆̀͑͛̈͛̏̒h̵̨̢͚͚̅́̄̋̈͛́̀̍̏̕͘̚͠ͅȇ̶̛̙̺̭̜̥̓̈́̊͋́̂̚̚-̷̢̦͔̺͕̯̩̗̹̝͔͇̳͂́̋̌͐̓́̄́͋͊̊̐̈́̇̔̾͠͝ ̵̡̲͍̖̅̉͘W̶̡̲̼̜̖̯͙̽̂͂͒̄h̶̝̘̯̭̗͔̒̾͋́̔̋̓̑́̇̇͒̚͝͝͝a̸̛͔͚̺̼͕͊̓̀̏͗̀̈̏̌̓̀̀̈́͘̚͝ẗ̵̥̤͙̰̠͕̘̻́͛̆̌́̈́?̴͍̹̖͈͓̗̠̣̹̮͓̱̲̟̰̝͎́̃͛̽̋̑̈́̊̂̾̽͐́͑́̕͝͠

*He words came as unfinished thoughts failing to articulate anything. The confusion didn't leave as you explain the rest*

W̵̥̩̥̞͕͗̒̾͌̓́̑̿̌̏̒̾͆̒̎͘̚ḥ̸̡̛̥̮̼̺̫̞͍̣͖̹̳̻͒͆̀͘a̸̡̖̘͖̺͎̣͚͇̜̟̪͒͂͂̉ṫ̶̢̼̥̪͚͉̤̫̖͎̗̲͇͉̺̻̾̇̉̈̿̒͂̐̾͂͒-̴́̀́̽̌̇̈́̍̚̚̕͜ ̵̨͈̮̟̪̟̞̣͎͖̮̺̞̩̫͙͋̑͛̔͆̏͆̐̐͋͛̕͝͝ͅw̵̢̨̛͍̘̲̺̲̪̥̰͎͎̖͛̎̐̿̉͒̍͋͂͛̈̿͋͆̀͘̕͜͠ͅḫ̸͇̰̖̭̲̗̝̺͍̳̝̤͖͌̊́̏̉̒̏͒̇͋̇̈́̚ẩ̶̢̨̢͖̪̝̦͈̫̙̈̐͜ṫ̴̡̨̧̫̳̪̣͎̙̼̜̜͔̮̝̑͆͜ͅ ̸̤͓̦͕̪̼̮̙̱͕̭̖̘̮̭͌̾̌̆͋̎̎̍̄͘͜͝ͅà̷̡̡̛̝͖̫̺̪̠͓̲͂̒̂̔̄͘͘͜͝r̸̄̍̏̽͐̈͐͝͠e̴̡̬̳̮͙̭̭̺̳̜̭͉̝̬̻̝̪̙͕̅͐͒͗̊̓̑̃̄̇̂̒͆̑͘ ̷͇̩̙̊̾̅́̀̈́̽̍͘y̸̬͎̘̮͕̤͙̺̫̌̊o̶̹͍̖̲̱͇̺͙̦̣̱̰͙̾̈́͛͆͑̈́͑͘͜ṷ̴̢̡̩̗̖̻̰̬͙̃̋̾͂̓́̐͊̆͠ ̸̡̺͍͈̣̠̳̠̬͔̘̜̬̻̻̠̪̩̓̀̀̄̓̌̚͝o̶̧̠͊̀́̈́̀͐̕͝n̵͐̒͗̒͋͆͋̕͘͜ ̸̛̯̗͈̖̖̣͚̺̠̭̓͐̂̔͛̏͒͋͑͑̒̃̕̚͝͠͝ͅa̵̛͔̠̰̖̒͐͒̿̀͋̂̏b̵̧̨̛͈̻͙̙̖͕̝͎̭̫͔̦͉̺̩̎́̇̏̽͊̀͛͠ơ̶̢̛̬͉̬̰͔̹̏̇̅̾̊̑̓̓̾͐͒͆̚͠͠͝ű̴̢̜͖̯̬̯̖̮̿̃̅t̴̩̰͙͠!-̸̶̧̜̰͓̮̮̪̟͙̜͔͛͋̽̓̔͆̊͐͐̏̀̈͋T̴̛̟̲̙̳̥̈́̂̿̆̀̔̌͂͌͌̉̕h̶̞̥̺͎̳̽͘ą̴̨̛̫̲͈͙͖̥͖͎̬͗͒̔̀̐͛̀̀̈́͆̑̍͋̏̓̒̋t̶̢̢̡̛͖̥̦̙̣̣͖̙̠͖͖̞̝̦̬̓́̏͆̔̅̋̉̍̓͊̕͜ ̵̨̗̠̠̖̫͉͔̌͊̓̒̉̑̀͑̑͐̽̆͘͜͝͝ḑ̸͖̫̭͓̬̜͈̼̗̹̟̇̉̈́̂́̓͋̀̉̏̒͛̽͌́̕̚͝ỏ̸̙͈̻̺̯͓͈̻̖͐̾͗̇͜͝͝e̵̝̠̓̀̄̇̒͂̂͗ͅṡ̵͎̫̐̆͗͊̀n̴̡̛̳̫̬̺͙̝̣͚̹̬̣̫̂͐͌͂́͌̀͝'̴̡̧̹̮̠͕̜͚̹̠͓̐ͅẗ̶̢̛̛̻͙͍̱̩̣͓̣̼̤̫̄͛̈́̈́̓̈́̓͗́͆͗̕̚ ̸̨̰͆̐̄̉̑̔̏̏̄̀͆̄͐͌̍ḿ̴͇̞̜̻̦̹͒̂͌͘ą̵̟͍̣̣̻̜̙̱̞̣͎̇̈́̎͌̆͐̋̒̈̄̾͘̚͜k̷̹͕͙͍͕̫̂̄̈̿͠ë̵̢̠͙̦̱̤̱̲͉͍ ̸̪̠͕͙͔̳̥̠͎̰̺̥̭̗̹́̓͛͐̌̇͊͘ŝ̷̢̧̨̨͖͉̖̯͉̣̱̤̭͉̹̮̱̄̈͛̓̕͜ͅę̵̟̲̬̓̔ń̸̡͔̟͍̫̱̥͉̭͇̳͐̓̀́́̑͌͐̔̇̕͘ş̵͍̭͙̰͇̈̔̔͐͌̌̆̎͆͘͜ē̸̱̞͖̮͉̺͔̠͉̗̿̃̈̃̇͗̉́̇̋͘̚͠ -̸̧̆̆

̵̼̞͉̺̿L̷̛͙̳̬͖̳̰̘̍̊͋́͛̓͐̽͗͒͂͒͋̒̚̕e̵̡̗̪̗̫͚̬̟̪̘̪͈̊̈́̃ę̷̧͈̞͎̤̩̟̭̺̫̖̦̞͈̗͚̖̏͘!̸̮̅́̅͑͆̓̄̓̅̈̂͌͐͋̑̚ ̷̨̖̺̗̼͔͚̝͙̫̳͉͕͈͕̥̬̂̂̀̀̀̌͊̎̿̑́̒̆̑́͝

*He suddenly called reaching out to him but just as quickly as he tried to get up he stumbled back grabbing his head leaning against the wall again*

w̸̡͚̱̬̮̦̪̟̼͆̈́̈́̍̅̏̇̑̿́̐́̆̈́͜ȩ̵̗̥͕̥̩̲̩͚̤͌͋̈́̓̑̅̏͑̓͝ ̵͔̒̎ p̶̹͍̜̞̫̬̻͎͒͆̂́͗̅̊̈́͂͌̋̿͗̇͌̍̋̚̕͜l̴̨̧͖͎̭͚̼͇̆̾̇̇̊̌̏͘̕ȃ̸̡̛̳̰̻̮̲̙̙̫̹̠̩̻͎͚͓̽̅̀͒̚̕ͅy̷͓̤̮̰͕̞̠͔̤̹̓͌̿̉̉̇̇͜ ̴̢̛̲͎͉̹̞̼̳̜͌͐̈́̉̍̈͂̓̓͘͜͝͠m̷̘͖͇̰̗͉̦͗͌̀̂͐̈́͋͌̚͜ͅ-̵̡̛̥̯͔̮̫̹̞̬̳̞̜̺͔͚͇̏̐̈̒̎̿ͅ ̸̱̈͂͆̂͒̏ͅm̶̨͍̯͇̖̄́͌̏̔̑̔̀̓̐͋͂͘y̴̧̭̙̮̳͔̬̳̭̜̭͎̪̖͈̹̣̰͗̅̎͋̍̆̀̔̈͂̒̊͐̀̈́̎͘͘ ̴̢̧͉̣͕̺͎͈͖̦̩͉̘̒̽͂͑̈́̈͑̎̒̇̃̈́͐͐̈́̚͘g̸̛͎̓̽̇͝a̷̢͉̪̙͈̬̣͈̦͓̍̔̌̓́̽̕͜m̵̫͉͍̿̇̌͐̈̍̀̅̕͝e̸̡̨̡̛̻̣̲͔̗̙̠͓̞͖̭̥͚̟̠͌́͑͐̈́̃͐̚͜ş̸̛͙̗͓͈̙̱̬̗̞̼̩͂̐̀̑̆͋̂̌͋̍̀̄̽̓͂͒ ̸̡̬͓̩̦̙́̆̈͛̋́̿͌̏͑̋ḅ̷̧̢͔̭̲̥͍̟͔͇͖̗͊͌̌̍̓͜͜͝ͅe̵̢̼̬͓̠̜̯̱̠̣̯͉͚͋̀͊̀͜ͅf̶̛͕̞̱̈́͛ͅǫ̸̹͇̠̙̺̝̼͋̽̐̀̃̈́̆͂̃̋̏̇ͅŕ̴̫̳̲̐e ̵̢̦̰̯͑́̓̽͆͌͂̀̅̃͆̏̋̔̂̅̽͘ ̷̡̢͍̳̮͇͇̩̹̩̩̖̫͙̱̜̄̔͌̽̽̓̇̓̉̉̊͌̏̕͜͜͝ͅr̴̨͙̹̦͙̝̻͇͇̣͇̹͑̊̅͊̎̽̓̃̓̉͛̄i̶̧̝̲̪̺̫͕͖͍͖̩̺̔̈ͅg̵͔͙̮̽̽͌̓̓͋̑̉̌̒̓͊̚͠h̵̖̠̥͚̘̹͉̞̼́̑͜t̷͕́̈͌́̀̋ͅ!?̵͎̖̾͊̈́͂̏̑̈́͛̋̒̎̌̋͑͛̓̑̅̕ ̶̬̗̋̾̒̑̆̓̿͐̍͂̂̇̌́́Ś̵̕̚â̴͈̝̤̩̭̫̞̺͉̻͙̱͍͖̖̹̆̄̂̊̆̎̕ͅn̸̹͇̩̽͛̿̽͗ḑ̵̯̯͈͙̬̜̮͔͙͈̩̞̺̉͌̀͌̓̃̊̃́͑̋̈͑̌̿͜͝y̵̛͙̹͗̓͗͊͝ ̸̨̞͇͚͎͚̥̞̮̺̹̥͇̫̇͆̈̈́͆̋͌̿́̀̐͘̚͜͜͠L̶̪̳͈̯͙͖̬̯̠̺͎͍̟̃̎̇͑̉̃̇̓̅̈́͌̌̕͜a̵̛͎̠͛̏̌̏̈́͑̔̕̚n̴̡̩̺̯͔̘͈͍͇͍͙͕͙͌̊̓̂̏̑͂̐͌̋͗̕d̶̨̧̡̢̜̱̱̪̮̄̾̎̋̅̄͘͜͜͝,̵̢̝̠̖̜̩̞̬̩̦͈̱̖̬̤͎̑̿͋͛͒̈́̑̀̄͊͘͘͜͝͝ ̸̧̛͎̤̻̱̬̮̔C̷̡̢̢̨̣̲̘̜̮͇̼͈͍͎͕̞̭̈́̽ͅͅh̵̗̥͕̹̠͙̳̩͓̲͇̩̲͈̉̀̈́̏̿͊̈̿̂é̶̛̪͖̬̖͓̥̙̻̦͚̖̔̍͌̑̀͋͂͆͋̊̎̒̈́̚͠s̸̘̻̞̲͚͍̖̗̤̥̗̜͈͉̭̲̓̾͗̽̔́̽̊̄̚͜ŝ̸͙̹̼͕̤̫̫̟̈͋̌͆͋̀̕͝͝͝,̵͎̟̞̬̃̿͐͑̌̔̈́̒͆̓̇͂́̽͜͝ ̴̢̧̠͓̰̘̖̺̻̤̠̲̼͇̗̈̀̑̕͝͠ͅC̴͋̓͗̒͂̋̐͗̽̇͛͆̓̂̇͜ṟ̶̼̜̹̉͗̉̚e̸̢̢̫̼̫͖͎̲͍̭̞̳̳͎̫͈̽͗̈́̅͐͒̏̉͒a̴͉̩̤͆͒̓̾͋͂̑͊͛̏̆͘̚͝m̸̧̡̧̥̻̬̲̼̖̲̖̪̼̭̺̾͆͂̇͌͆͝͝ͅ ̷̧̜̥͉̭͍͎͚͎̭̞̽̎̆̐̀̅͛̈C̸͔̩̦̺͖͂̊͗̓a̴̪̘̹̺͈̠̭͎̣̣͉̣̤̪̼̳̘͒̿̈͜p̴̛̛̳͎͇͔̫̞̺̫̽́̅̊̀͊͘̕͝ỉ̴̦̮͍̅̀ͅţ̴̢̧̢̡͍͎̘͎̹̻̱̣̯͖͉̓̔͌͜ã̷̛̱̘͖̿̂͐̑̌̋̔̈́͗̇̾͝͝l̷̡̨̠̖͉̹̺͈̲̮̰̋̊̿̒͗̄̈́̾̈́͐̚i̶̢̪̹̭̺̜̱̬͚̅̇̿̾͋̆̃̍̍̅ś̶͖͇͚̮̭̖̝̰̙͙̟̙̘̓̓͜t̶̙̰̘̫͇́̔̾́̂͐̀̇̽̋͐͠!̴̨͙̪̺̙͙̰̬̯̥̜̺̲͙͙̥͉̓̈́͆̂́̈́͆̐̀̑͜͜ ̶̡̖̯̳̳̘͉̗̺̼̗̖̈́͑͠Ä̵́̎̉ḻ̶̦̪͙̹̟̝̀́̓̒̓̈̌̌̄̆̔̓̓̅ļ̶̡̗̦̥̤͔̻̲̝̣͍̗̞͖̳̆̎͐̉̒̌̿̅̎͛̇̌̂̋́̈́͘̚͝ͅ ̸̠̖̊͋͐̿́̄̈͌̑̀̾́̓̓̆̑̆̉͘ỏ̵̧̢̟͓̯̞̦̟̤̰̞͊͛̀̑̀͜f̵̡̤͙͙́̏͑̈̀ ̷̬̗̮̮͕̫̪̲̯̲̭͈͚̰͕͑̀͐͗̋̈̓̀͜ͅį̵̢̛̤̥̣͎̯̑̅́̾̓͌̍̏̀͋ṯ̶͉̺̝͓͓̥̣͍̰̣͍̮͍̣̲́̓͛͊̍!̵̺̿͆̇̐̿̑͊͘̚̚ Ỹ̴̞̮͎̓̀̔ö̵̟̜̫͔͔͎́͛̑͋̇u̷̳̲͙̦̹͓̹̽̌̀̌͘ ̸̝̝̯̱̫̮̪͙̑͂̍͒̎̕͝͠c̶͍̲̑́̀͝a̵͈͉̟̗̐̔̍̕͜ṅ̸̛̥̓̂̚ ̴̭̭̝̜̭̘̺͂͒͊͌̕c̶̠̖̟̫̎́̔̓͑͛̾̀ö̶͍̙͉͇͎͚͔́͆̒̂n̵̺͎͉̭̑̑̕͜f̸̛̯̙̻̱̯̐̔͋͂̾́͋į̴̩̟͉͙̻͗̈́ŗ̶͇͓̈́͂͑͘m̴͈̰͍̤̓͜͝ ̶̨̹͋͒͘h̵̛̰̘͖̻̹̬́̏͌̊̂̅̊o̸̱̘̝͊̾̄͋̆̌̽w̵̪̙̰̰͆ ̴̗̽͜c̴̞͇͕̻̿̂̇r̵̢͈̭̥̥͚͋͛͋̐̒̐á̶́̀̎̄z̸y̷̔͆̒̾̓ ̴̡̎̉̃̑͘h̵̛̟̯̩̺̹̙́̿̔ȩ̶̨̥̬͔͈̥̀̀͛̓͘͝ ̴̟̬̑͌̀s̴͍͒͌où̵͓̱̳̤͕̻̒̽̃n̵͉̬̒ds̷̹̪̮̱̣͕͐̄͜͝

( @showstopper-homeowner)

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Chess is real. Sandyland and Cream Capitalist... aren't.

Lee rubs the back of his neck, wincing as he rubs against a small circle scar on his neck.

But... That's neither here or now. I... I'm trying to, undo this. I'm no coder, but surely I can fix this... I have to. I hate seeing you guys like this.

[glitch-parker]

B̴̹̩̣̪̏̌̾͐̈͘̕̕͘-̶̛̭̲̦̦̿̏̀͋͐͆͘͠͝͠ ̸͙̼̦̗͋́̌̐͂͌̾b̸̥̲͕́͐̍̓̚͜u̶͇͔̭̣̖̿̈́̿̾̐͗̂̽̓͜t̷̙̾̍̓̈́̐̾̊͋̂͝͠ ̵̛̦̤͕̜͇̩͖̀̋̇̓͒̾͋ͅͅẃ̵̫͚̱̘̊ę̶̛͊̓̏̿̈́͂́ ̶̥͖͈̰̩̟́̀̎̓́̑͆̌͆̑͝p̵̖̩̻̤͇͎̪̗̀͑́̉͂̂́̕͝͝ĺ̴̨̧̳͉͔͇̞̖̘̥͛͋̈́͑̈́̔̚͜͠å̴̛̤̗̲̼̺͒́͆̽y̸̨͉̥͎͉̙̩͎̗̒̏̍̚̚̕͜ͅ ̸̧̘̠̫͇͐i̷̡͙͈͚͒̐͌̇̆̎̀ţ̸̢̧̪̥̰̦̱͕͉̟̟͐́̃̊͑̇͑͆͝͝͠ ̷̲͇͊̈̍̾͘t̶̢̩̼́̏̽͆̋̄́̑͘o̶̙͖͂̃ͅǧ̵̯͎̪̬̘̣̲̮͈͗̄̍͝ḛ̵̡̡̦͕̟͚͈̹̙̐̐̀̓̈́́͌̑t̴̛͙͙̫̙̀͛̀̏͂̒͊̚͝͠h̶̉͆er̸̳͖̩̠͔̆͒̽̄͂̈́͛͂͝!̸̨̨̀ ̶̪͉͉̬̤͕̘͛T̶̠̳̜̰͚̆͗̍̉͆͜h̵͎̏̐̓̅ǎ̶̛̞t̴͗̔̋̔̂̆̈́̆͝-̷̎͋̎ ̷̬̄̈́̈͂̅̆̿̚t̵̨̧̤̪͙͈̺̹̘̱͉̟̀̆͑̈́̓̅͊̾̚̕ḥ̷̝́̋̀̒̅̈́̕͜ͅa̷̰̻̩̗̹̹͉̥̝̟̋̐̔̌̌̀̈́͛̊͊͋͜͜t̴̯̱̾̑̾ ̵̨̖͇̥͇̖͕͓̫̗̝͓́́́͊͛̎̈́̔̿͘͝ḧ̵̢̧͖̻̲̘̥́̋͑̀̆̑̽̍͛̀͠ö̴̘̱́̿́̀̌̒̎͊̀͗̚ͅw̸͖̑̈́͐͜ ̸̨̨̞̗͙̀̔̉̀̈́w̵̢̜̬̦̄́͘͜e̵̘̣͕̟̙̩̤̅͜͝'̵̧̖̟̹̲̔͝v̶̩͍̈́́̄̐̌͘ę̸͇̲͓̝͍̬͍̠͗͆̏̉̈́̓͝ͅ ̸̨͍̜̮͖̝͔͈̪̘̰̖̇͊͌̒̇͂̃̅ḅ̵̈̒̔̀̅̋͗e̴̩͚̲̩̻̻̒̉̀͛͛̆̕͜͜c̸̛̼͈̖̱̞̗̱̻͐̽̋̑́͂̈́̏̓̐͝o̶̡̧̟̝̲̫̮̤̜̟͍̽̈́͗́̏͆̑͛̑ͅm̵̻̞̉͋͂͊́͒͌̚͝ė̴̦͍͕̳͎͔̩͑́͘̕͝͝ ̶̡̛̬͈̱͉̤͔̣̋͒̽̆͂̀͝b̷̩̭̺͖͆̽̈́ę̷̨͓̲̳̳͚̞̣̟͎͂̿̽̾̆̊̀̚͜s̵̨͂ţ̷̻̄̄́͗̄̿͛̆͐e̴̛̙̬̓̎͗͆̽̒ͅs̶ f̴̧̛̳͇̟͔̼͎̩̬̜̹̀̓͜ö̴̘̱́̿́̀̌̒̎͊̀͗̚ͅ ̴̧̞͉̦̘͚̦̹̠͊͆̾f̴̧̛̳͇̟͔̼͎̩̬̜̹̀̓͜r̸̨̛̖̪̳̪̠̱͖̘̬͊̿̄̅̀̐͑̒̿͘͜ͅi̶̦̗̣̘͙̅̌́̒̿ê̸͉̞̱̬̫̟̺̩͜͝ň̷d̵̰͉̩͐̉̃̏̒́̋̆̓̐̀s̸̰͌̑̄̾̈́̏̈̈͑̀̔͠!

̵̨͍̹̳̹͉͋͆̒́̍ͅW̷̧̠̜̱̲̣̘̼̣͊̕e̴͎͕͕͓̘̰̰̎́̓̒͒ͅ ̵̼̻̫̘̐̓͑͋͜ͅp̵̨̨͕͎̫͈̠̞͕̬̱̄̑ͅl̵̒̎́͒͊a̸̪̱͗̈́̍̓̑̌̉̄̑͑͘͝y ̴͖̟͚͉̩̰͓̮̀̈̉͜ẗ̴͙̘̻̝͕̹͓̞͇́͛̄͠͝ĥ̵̞͔̘̫̻̥̻̎͒͒̆̌̚o̶͖͎̙̺̲̺̻̠͈̝̰̔̀́̇̒̽̓̎̀͋̅s̶͍̣̐̈̃ę̶̜̹̣̫̭̜̬͓̿̄̇͘͠ ̵͚̀̒̉̑͑̚ͅt̵̡̨̞̒̇͂h̶͚͙̎͆̕̚͜r̸͇̖̜͈̚ee̵̛̺̘͉̳̣͖͕̮̥͌̂̋ ̶̞͇͆̋̚͝ͅg̶̨͍̘̫̩̝͉͔̥͚͍̿͆͛̎͂͐̕͝ą̵̤͙̪̪͎̼̟̮̼̮̓͊̋̓̔̈́͗̓̉̐̕͝m̷̼̻̥̮̬̦̾̔̃̅̓̃̄̿͊͋̓͌e̸̼͕͌̿̎̋̈s̵̛̖̻̀̌̂͜ ̵̦̤͎͇̳͚̙͚̠̹̻̈́̏͂ą̸͉̻͖̞̿ņ̴͉̰͛͑͂̉́͌̕̕ḋ̶̼̤̽̍̓̂̓̅̓ ̵̨̉͛͒̏̾̓́ŗ̸̜͔̗̩̈́̌̃̽̌̎̄̈́̑̈́͠͝ͅờ̴̬͎̤͖͔̝̼͉̃̍̈́̂͆̀͒̇̚͜ͅll̵̨̡͔̹̲̳͙̣̳̬̠̣̀̆̈̚ ̸̹̱̜̯̪̀͂̒́̀́̀ ṫ̶̟̼̬̬̜͉̯̀̎̆͊̍͝͝h̷̟̗̣͇̲̭̰̏ě̴̡̩̮͙̲̏̅͋̎̍̀́̇ ̴̛͔̯͕͙̹͗̅͊̈́̔͆͌̑͝ḏ̸̢̛̭͕̱̺̬͍͚̔ͅi̷̤̟̩̫̰̗̩̜͗̀̅̇͗͊ͅc̸̡͖̮̦̼̲̠̔̎̌ë̵̜͚͎̈!̸̤͓̝͖͈͚̭͔̀̎͛͛̄͋̾͘͠͠ ̴͔̠̥̘̼̘̈́͑̇̾̍̂̀́͝͠Ţ̴̝͖̼̼̂ͅh̶͉̬̓̉̊̈̈́̀͂̂̒̚ä̸̖͖̣́̔̌͝ţ̶͓̝̱̠̱̉͒̑ş̶̢̛̰̗̻̪̻̭͈̼̮̞̇̅̊̒͒̉́̆̉̇̑ ̶̧̡̰͕͍͈̰͑t̵͓̾̈́͆͊̂͋̐͐̚͝h̸̺̆̿̐͆̓̉͂͑͘e̷͍͂̃́̀̈́̂͌̾̚ ̴̩̦̰̘̥̲̙̺͓͓̄̔̃̎̎Ȓ̷̨̟̟̙̟̗̖͕̀̇̕͜Ứ̷̛̫͉̜͖̱͙͆̈̄̃̎̀͝͠͝L̴̼̘̞̞̬̯̠̦͎͇̙͙̒̓̑͐̏Ẹ̷̤͕̭͔̪͋̉͌͑͝S̷̢̠͓̱̊̔͂͗̉̀̓ͅ!̶̼̘̺̼̼͕̟̑̂̿̒͐̑͒͝ͅ ̴̣̮̹̽̇̇͆Ỉ̷̡̛͖̰͓̰͖̲̦͛̕f̵̞̙̳̬̟̟̩͍̼̙̱͈́̾̏̄̓̕̕ ̶̧̡̛͖̻̙̗̙̠̠̰̹͇̔̽̌͑̔̌́͘t̷̮̮͙̘̙̘̼̝̫̩̩̠̋̊̑͑͒h̴̤͍̥͔̹̭̼̥́͜ḛ̸̞͚͙̮̗̬͈̫̗̮̈́̄̔̒̓͆̈́̐͒͑̕͝ý̸̜͖͍̹͔̞̺̜̦̬̓̀̃͜ ̷͍͍͉̈́̋̆͐́̕͝d̷̢̢̛̟̝͈͔͚͙̾̇̄̿͆̔̍̊͆͒͜i̸̦͗͛͊̈́̀̒͠ḑ̸̛̤̣̣̮̍́̚n̶͎̠̼̉͒̓̕'̶̧̧̗̌̎̀̓̇́̆͝t̷̛̫̭͂͛̓͆ ̵̲̓͜͝ę̸̧̖̠͕͇́̆̐̓͐͑̈́̈́͜x̸̩̭̳̪̱̖͓͎̠̲̫͐̌̅͂̃̔̐̚͘͝͠ī̶͚̝͍̖͕̤͕̳̯̦̙̥s̴͔̘̝̱͍̑̿̈́̔̎̓̓̃̀́͘͝t̸̯͙̫͎͈͕̯͉͙̗͙͂̀̆͝ ̷̡̈̐̉t̸͕̳͎̩̟͙̱̜̼̠̒̈̓̿̒̔̓̈́͐̕h̷͕̰̪͖͉̩̻̭͛̋͊͒̏̐̋̔͌̈́̕͠ȅ̷̟͋͆̉̈́̍ỳ̵̱̟͓́́́͛́̽́̕͝͝ ̴̡̙̰̤̖̥̼̝͙̒̆̃͌̄͛̈́͛̑̆̾͜͝ẅ̵̨͖̘́͠ȏ̸͓͉̱͓͍̟͆̎̀u̴̘͎͚̻͑̀̾͂́͌͐͛̒l̶̛̩͍̗̖̬͈̥̗͔̻͔̹̿̀͑͛̅̽̂̊̅ḑ̵͚̪̲̄̒͋̀͂̏͊̓̀̉͜ ̶̭͉̖͚̆͛͂͌̐̃́͆͑͘̕͠b̷̼̼̤̫̤̄͗͒̍̑ę̶̻̲̭̰̗͍͍̱̻͖̹̾͆̓̇͝ ̵̦̗̞̀̿̿̈́̂͒̆̄̄̈͝n̵̛̦̬͓̙͚̲̟̣̟̞̣̉͆͋̇̃͘̚͝͝͝o̶̡̡̡̙̖̰̭̔͗-̷̧̯͇̩̹͍̱̜̜͐̅̒̏̆̿̋̆̍̑̕

̴̨̢̥̲͎̮̗͉͖̻̬͍͐̓̎̈́͊͒̆͒͌͋̈́N̶̘̳͖̮͛̆́̊̂̈̓͑͊o̵̧͖̪̪̍̄̂̄͆̈̈́͜͝ ̴̖̖͕͍͔̥̯̊͋́ͅŗ̷̖͓̙͇̠͍̓͆́̒̒͂̿́͒͘͝͠ủ̶̧̧͚̱̼͇̹͇̫̳͉l̷͍͑̋̀̔̽̓͠e̵̛̫̬̻̼̹̣͚͔̘̾̓͑̓́̈̆͋͋́s̷̢̧̯̜̺̼͊̏̋̽̀̐͜͝!̸̙͍̺̠̰̮̿̔͗̽͠͠͝͝..

[deactivated-blog]

I... Made choices. Pressed buttons.

// i pressed the buttons

Shut up.

// damn okay

[glitch-parker]

Ţ̴̳̩̫̝̝͕̒̀̐͆̎͌̆͂̒͝ḧ̶͖̔͋͛̋ę̵̪̲͎͚͙̜̼̩̦̊.̷̡̧̖̠̬̙͕̟̰̈̈́̆͒͊.̴̻͋́͛͒͆̎̓̃̚.̶̪̯̞͕͈̼͍͖̝̺͐͆gã̸̧̧̺̱m̶̢̩̘̤͙͙̮̹̾ͅe̷̥͇͒̽̈̽̈́̽̅̓͘s̴̢͓̥̥̼̼̿̄͒̈́ ̷̞͚̪̲̙̙͕̐̃̈́̋̀̚d̸̡̛̖̹̼̖͕̉̀̓̃̋̌͐͘̚į̶̣̙͎͙̻̇̅̅̎́̒̍͐d̴̥͊̀̀n̴͚̬͓͕̞̭̘̻̤̓̿̃̽̋̑̕'̷̗̫͙͛t̴̞̙͇͕̫̯̯́̈́̈͜ ̸̞̭͎͕̱̲̻͕̝̊͛͒̈́͛̍͘̕̕͠h̷̡͙̱͎͙́̆̋͝a̸̧͐̋̈́̈́̌͋́̚v̶͔̬͇͑̇͋̉͂ḛ̵̬͚̜͂́͒͛̆ͅ ̵̞̅̔̉̀͂̾b̴̗͛̍̈́ȕ̴͓͙̜͖̋̕ẗ̸̢̮͖̭̲̽͐͊͘ẗ̸̯́̀̔͆̒̑ó̴̡̖̬̠̝̲̝̘̓̆̕ň̷̡̜̼͔̯͔̻̈́̒s̶̱̣̘̑.̷̰̾̈́..̷̰̾̈́

[deactivated-blog]

Yeah, but the game I'm playing,

Lee gestures around the house.

Does have games.

[glitch-parker]

.̶̨̟͑̽̽͋͆̿͆ͅͅ.̵̇̌̈́́. ̶̫͉͓͎͍̳̰͔͛̂̈́͆̎̓͌̅̂͒̚W̵̢̧̼̰̫̜̟̘̟̭͖̝͕͍̫͌̓̒̉̍ḩ̸̛̳͚̳͙̥͔̫̳̈́̒̾́̌͗̽ą̵̻̲̺͈͍̗̥͉̮̹̓͒̏́ͅt̴̺͈̝̮͈͉̗̦͚̝̻͊̋͋̀͛̾̀̐̑̊?̴̛̦̦̝͇̩̯̣̞͇̑̎̚

*He quickly looks around*

[deactivated-blog]

// DAWG throw me we said games instead of buttons

Motherfu- Buttons. Sorry. Misspoke. But, uh... You can't see them from your end.

[glitch-parker]

...̵̜̩̇̌̈́́̌͊̿̇́̚͠͝

W̵̢̧̼̰̫̜̟̘̟̭͖̝͕͍̫͌̓̒̉̍ḩ̸̛̳͚̳͙̥͔̫̳̈́̒̾́̌͗̽ą̵̻̲̺͈͍̗̥͉̮̹̓͒̏́ͅt̴̺͈̝̮͈͉̗̦͚̝̻͊̋͋̀͛̾̀̐̑̊?̴̛̦̦̝͇̩̯̣̞͇̑̎̚

*It didn't help his confusion*

[glitch-parker]

(( @showstopper-homeowner hello?))

[deactivated-blog]

// ack! so sorry, we've been so busy >.<

...I, uhm. Don't know how else to describe it...

[glitch-parker]

*He's not satisfied with that answer. He tries to think of something to say, but he can't he curls back against the wall again holding his head. he was muttering something but the glitching made it too hard to tell*

[deactivated-blog]

Parker...?

Lee crouches down to Parker's level, concern all across his face.

I-I know it's a lot to process...

[glitch-parker]

*He seem to keep muttering until Lee said the last part where he stopped. He looked up feeling betrayed processing it was all true. All of it. His glitching got worse obscuring him completely. He presses himself closest to the wall he could his voice was loud, yelling, but impossible of what. Despite Lee only being at his level and not touching Lee's body started to glitch. It was mild not painful but not pleasant*

[deactivated-blog]

Lee pulls himself away from Parker, panic visible in his eyes.

Parker!

He searches around for his phone, trying to access the settings. If he could use that to bypass into the code, surely he can-

A glitch wracks up Lee's own arm as he tries to press the settings button on his phone.

Ow...

Lee shakes off the glitch, glaring at his phone. His computer might have better luck, then...

I-I'm gonna fix this, Parker. I'm going to take care of the glitches. I promise.

He dashes out of the attic and downstairs towards the attic. He has so much to fix and so little time to fix it. Lee doesn't know how much worse the glitching could get, but it could get real bad real quick.

[glitch-parker]

*the glitching on Lee's body stops when he gets away from Parker. Parker only hear the hurry steps leave the attic. His vision blurred from the glitching mess. Everything hurts that it started to numb. He quietly said something but not moving much.*

// Should... Should I do something?... Lee just bailed on us....

( @nat-20-on-perception yes we're back and still doing this)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance hums, responding to you.]

Lee isn’t bailing, they’re… trying to help. They have a method that… that me and Holly are against. Maybe… you can give Parker something to comfort him a bit? All of the mods seem to be able to do that, so… maybe you can try? I’ll do what I can too, since all of that glitching has to be painful…

[Chance looks at Parker, his voice soft as he reaches out, putting a hand where he could only assume was Parker’s shoulder.]

Parker? Can you hear me?

[glitch-parker]

*Parker heard everything. Even before Chance started to talk to him. He didn't want to question what or who he was talking to. Probably a voice, a voice that wants to comfort him at least perhaps if he wasn't feeling so bad he would be grateful. He doesn't do anything for a moment before looking up. It was impossible to tell from all the glitching which was spreading to chance a bit from being in proximity. The glitches just kind of move to giving the vague idea that he was looking at Chance along with some glitchy words as some sort of reply.*

//I don't exactly know what to do tho or how to comfort him. The most I know how to do is mess with his code I doubt pausing him for another month would help any))

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance just smiles. Even if he can’t hear Parker’s reply, it was a good sign that he was trying]

I need you to breathe, okay? Try to calm yourself, and… I’ll be right here with you. I’m sure Lee will come back up here eventually with something that can help in some way, even if it’s just temporary. Once you’re calm, you… can ask me any question you have. Even if I don’t have an answer, I’m sure those little voice friends of ours will have something they can tell me that will help me answer you.

[glitch-parker]

*He hugs his knees closer curly more into himself. He says something*

//sorry to disappoint but I'm not too sure what I can do... Cupid! It's been a while since you were in the conversation do you have ideas?))

(*She has absolutely no shame putting them on blast even almost seeming like they're expecting an answer return despite this being rude*)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance laughs a bit, before sitting closer to Parker.]

I’m right here, okay? Just breathe.

//Oh! What about uhhh-

[After a moment, there’s some flowers in the room, mostly near Parker.]

//Boom! A bunch of bright flowers to try and make him happy!

[Chances voice is a whisper as he looks over to where he can see the two eyes representing the mods.]

Will that even work-?

//Of course it will! And if I find he has a favorite, I’ll find a way to put more of those!

okay-

[Chance clears his throat, looking at Parker to see if it helped.]

[glitch-parker]

*Parker doesn't seem to notice the flower at all but the flower definitely reacts to Parker as the flower glitchs very heavily. Parker says something to Chance still unaware he's not being heard*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance sighs softly]

Parker, I… can’t hear you. That’s why I’m trying to help you calm down, so that I can hear what you’re telling me.

[Chance picks up one of the flowers instead, showing it to Parker.]

These are- these are from one of the voices, the one I call Cupid. Apparently the really like flowers-

[glitch-parker]

*The glitching on the flower now starting to spread to Chance even getting closer to Parker seems to make it worse for both of them as well but it doesn't seem to spread more than where it is. He seems to see the object but he didn't react. His blurry vision made it hard to see, and when he try to focus it hurt his head. He started to put his head back down. Parker tries to say something at a higher volume.*

//at least you tried. More than I can say I can do right now...)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance winces at the glitching, but he doesn’t let himself react too much. Instead, he reaches to try and hug Parker.]

It’ll be okay, okay? Try to breathe with me, I’m with you, I’ll help.”

//Yeahh- maybe it’ll help more once he’s less glitchy-

[glitch-parker]

*He shuts up when he feels the embrace. The glitching was all over Chance now almost as bad as Parker's but less obscuring yet he seems to cling to Chance. Hugging back tightly*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance winces again, but he doesn’t let go. Not when he can tell it’s helping. He doesn’t make an attempt to talk, knowing words couldn’t do much when you couldn’t understand the person you were helping. So he just holds onto Parker.]

[glitch-parker]

*After a moment he can hear his rugged glitching breathing. After a few deep breaths his glitching seems to lessen intern also doing the same for Chance still hurting but a little less now.*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance offers a little smile, talking quietly. His voice glitches a bit, but it’s understandable at least.]

S̴͉̀e̸̊ͅè̶̹?̵̟̇ ̴̢͝Y̶̩̆o̶̺̔ȗ̵͜’̵̧͒ṟ̵̊e̶̡̒ ̸̝͝o̷̳̿k̴͉͒ặ̴y̶̛̱.̴̼̽ ̵̩͒I̵̱͗’̸̼̇m̴̰̓ ̶̳͐h̵̠͗é̶͍r̵̢͂e̷͉̓ ̷̱͐w̶͖͝i̷̯̊t̴͉̑ẖ̶͝ ̸̻̇ỳ̴̘o̶͍̒u̴̝͆.̴̖̅

//This is actually pretty sweet.

[glitch-parker]

*He doesn't say anything back still hugging. Since he was more visible now Chance could see Parker look at him with glitchy eyes then going back to burying his head into his shoulder. After a sec Chance felt something else not the glitching, not his face, but something wet, tears. A lot of them. It almost seemed like he was crying before, but you couldn't tell because of the glitching*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance juries softly and holds Parker tighter, hugging him close and whispering quietly. His voice seemed to come out clearer when he spoke quieter.]

it’s okay, you can cry. I’m right here.

[glitch-parker]

*He sniffles a little but doesn't seem to cry more quickly wiping it on his shoulder before he giving a heavy sigh. Breathing deeply.*

Ṃ̸̢̢̻͙̗̠͚͒͛͂̐͑̏̒̋͆͐͊̃́͌́̿̋̋͑͝ẏ̵̢̛̪̰̭͍̜̪̙̞͙̱̓̐́͆̏̕͘͜ ̶̢̡̣̬̙̺̪͓̙̣̻͇̊͗͊̈́̾̄̒͐̕͜͠ͅh̵̨̧̛̦̲̲͍̜̺͙̝̱̫̬̺̐͗͒͑̓͗͒̾̈́̊̑͑̈́̚̚͝ͅe̶̻̙̩͈̺͊͗͂͗̅̌́̄ą̷̹̭̫͉̼̥̪͇͖͙͍̓̑̑̑͐̑̔̈́́̾̑̎̈́͝ͅḍ̵̛̛̛̖͙̺̙̟̜͕̝̻͍̹̪̻̈̆̐̋̇̆̄̀̃͝ ̵̢̝͎̰̙͎̩̱̙̫̝̫͇̪̣͎̲̻͔̦͕̒͋͗͒̇̈̆̅̃̋̅̂́̀̔̎͂̏̈́͌͘͜͠ḩ̶̡̢̛͖̰͎̜͈͎̦̣̦̰͍̘̦͉͉͔͇̬̿̽̌̀̂̐͑̄̈́́̔̑͑̓̉́͗̔̀̚͠ͅu̷̩̭̫͖̱͇̘̇̀̎͗̈̌͛r̵̢̡̠̲̦͙͕͍̬̩͚̍̾͗͆̅̊̎̽̄͆́͒̎̑͌̽̚͜͜t̶̘̖̥̙͚̺̮̞̯̼̮͖̫̤̜͒͂̒ş̴̛͉̤͚̬͈̦́̒̓̏͋̔̆̎̏͆͘̚͝͝.̴̩̮̓͛͋̍̇̅̊̐͊̀̊̈̽̎̚͝.̷̧̧̬̒̀̏̀̚.̸̧̖̜̥̗̝̖͔̳̫̝̂̾͆̅͑̔̑͂

*He lets out a groans*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance nods.]

I̵̖̕ṯ̸͊’̷̦̉s̴̤̑ ̸̪̑ḡ̸̮ó̴͍i̷̠̊ṅ̷̺g̷͙͠ ̸̛ͅt̸̨̂ó̸ͅ.̴͑ͅ ̵͚͘W̷͔͑ỉ̴̬t̷̳͛h̴̛̜ ̷̱͗w̴͙͌h̸̢͌a̷̻͛ṭ̶͗ ̷̪͋m̶̪͠ę̶̇ ̸̝̇a̵̦͝n̴̥̓ḋ̴̙ ̶͖̅L̷̮͝e̴̤̒e̷͎͑ ̸̨͋ẗ̷̜́o̵̞͂l̵̀͜d̴̪͊ ̵̬͌ẙ̶̜ó̵͜u̷̡͠,̴̟͋ ̷̙̔a̴̻͊n̵͖̊y̵̰̾ ̴͇́m̵͝ͅe̷̋͜n̸͎̄ṱ̶̊i̶̗͋ò̶͉n̴̲͛ ̴̨̆ȯ̴̲f̴̱́ ̸͇͋i̷͇͆ẗ̴̲́ ̴͎̾c̶̖̑à̸̹u̶͠ͅs̴͓̈́e̷̙͒s̴̺̑ ̴̠͝h̸͉̓e̵̢̋a̴̞͠d̴̗̍ä̶̝́c̸̢̄h̴̛̳ë̸͉́s̴̡̉.̷̠̀ ̶̤̇I̸͇͠…̴̩̃ ̶͙͝f̷͚̿ỏ̸̼ŕ̵͈g̸̦̾o̸̱͝t̶̜̓ ̸̛͕a̸̝̚b̶͍̎ȯ̴̢ṷ̷͊t̶̰͑ ̷̜̈t̷̨͐h̵̢̀ȁ̶͇t̷̙̓ ̴̧̔w̶̤̉h̷̖͗ë̸̡n̵̥̐ ̸̳́I̶̩͊ ̷̱̕w̵͇̒a̷͖̒ṣ̵̛ ̸̟̔t̶̙̐ě̴̱l̸̜̈ḷ̶̇i̶͓͌n̷͑͜g̴͕̑ ̷̏ͅy̵̝̒ó̷̝u̸͎͘.̴̲͐ ̴̤̒T̵̳̊h̵̲̓e̵͇̔y̶̖͂’̷̜̓l̴̪̉l̵̮̈ ̵̞̎g̶̦͒o̴̞͆ ̷͓́a̴̤͝w̸̩̌à̸̱y̸̘̔ ̸̝̓š̶ͅo̵̜̾ǒ̵̝ǹ̶͇,̸̠͗ ̵͖͐Í̸̠ ̴̗͆ṗ̷̜r̸̺͌o̶͈̚m̴̳͒i̶͈̕s̴̪̚ę̶̆.̶̬̈́ ̶̳͝T̸̢̃h̷͎̃e̴̛̜ỳ̷̳ ̸̪̌n̵͔̂e̶̼͊v̴̞͗ę̶̃r̴̩̐ ̶͖͠s̴̝͘t̶̼̿a̷͓̿y̴̜̅ ̸̜͠f̵̹̈́o̶̢̔r̶̹̽ ̴͈̌l̸̞̉ô̷̺ń̴̞ġ̸̳

[He offers a comforting, almost sheepish smile.]

[glitch-parker]

*He doesn't say anything for a moment*

Ỷ̴̡̢̙̬̲͇̯̝͍̹̞͎̜͕̤͉̗̈́́̎̽͜o̴̧̨̰̮͙̮̦͚̬͖̱͐͜ͅù̶͙̼̙̆̈́̄̅̅̉̂͋͐̈̈́̈́́̑̕͘͝ ̵̲̦̟͎͙̫͕̗̻̖̻͖̥̞̔̿͑̈́́̈́̈́̄͒͋̕̚̕̚͝͝ͅş̵̢̰̲͖̬̙̞̮̭̝̣̗͈͛o̷̡̧̭͉̠͍̳̮̦͉̞̞͖̻̘̣̙̖͌͋͂͗̔̌̓̓̏̋͛́́͛̏̐͘̚͠͝͠ū̴̡̞͙͙̗̬̐̆͊̽̀́͌̕̕̚n̵̨̨̡͈̟͈͖͈̥͖͙̮̱̗̞̙̭̞͑͛̊̈́̑̍͜ͅͅḑ̸̧͖͉̜̱̼̬̭̫̪̖̾̃̈́̍́̅̾̅̇̎̕͝͠ͅ ̶̘̫̻̣͇̈̽̓͊̈͘̚w̶̛͍͈̯͋̋̇̈́̆̏͛̕͘ē̴̫̱̥̯̫̮̩͖̻͔̥͈̞̓̆͂̐̑̋̉͂̐͋̈̄͂̚̚̚͠ͅi̸̲̪̯͎̭̣̬̲̦̫̼̎̉̏͐̈́̓͋̀̊̓͘͝͝͝͠r̶̖̻̥̀̄͌̾̃́̆̽͋͐͒̈́̈͛͜d̸̛̛̪͇̾͛͂̊̈́̔̈́͂̐̈̒̆̊͛̿.̸̢̛͎͙͎̭̘̙̟͖̘̐̈́̔̈́̓̀̽͂́͝

*The reply was so blunt it almost seemed comical*

//kill this man. I swear to god.))

(*the voice was quiet but not because they were whispering it sounded more like they were far away*)

*Another pause before he said something else*

.̴̧̨̧̯͎̟͙̣̜̰̳͔̲̞͍͇͍̺̎̈́̋.̵̧̛̫̘͇̱̠̦̼͕̩̯̘̺̥͍̘̳̝̳̞̟̳̝̮̾̃̂̏̐̒͂̔́̈́̅̿͠.̸͔͙̰̙͕͚̤̳̰͈̺͕̣̣̏͊͗̌͛̍́̇̑̌̔̃̍̓̀̈́̾̇̍͌̿̅͜͠ ̶̡̧̲̱͚̪͉̻͎͖͎̹̪̣͋͒̂́̏̈́͗̈͊̾̈́̎̇́̇͠ I̴̡̨̦̙̥͈̪̮͍͉͍͕̓̊̾̚s̴̢̡̡̡̼̳̘͍̥̰̮̞̝̙̞̯̦̮̬͓̀͑́̔̓̏̉͂̎͑̀́̊̿͝ͅ ̷̧̩͚̝̟̲̻̟̗̤̬̺͒̃͊͋́̎̐̈̽͝͝͠͝͝i̴̲̗̪̞̩͔̟̞̲̪͖̦̓́̀͆̇̑͌̈́̊͆̓̉̉͌͂͝͠͝͠ͅͅt̶̹̞̤̘̅͗̿ͅ ̷͚͔͉̞̦͚̘͇̙̺̳̻͂̈̕͜ͅä̴̧͕͔̩̰̱͎͍̭̝̦̗̞͕̰͔̰̘̰́̈́͐̑̈́̿́͑̂́̀̌̑̆͌̃͂̾̏̈̄͘̚͝l̸̨̼̘̯̟͖̙̮̠̪̙͈̥̓̎̎̀̔ l̵̪̬̻̰̯̗̻̳̜͓͕̤̰̰̭̐͋̈́̅̅̎͊͛̐ͅ ̶̗͓̪͔̣̞̙͙̄̑͛́̄̾͑̉̈́͝t̵̹̪͓̲̺̀̈́̒̿̾͆͒͊͌̾r̵̛̤̤̦̽̒́̅͑̈́͛̃́́͛̋́̃͒͘̚u̴͔̰̓̒̿̅̿̈̉̈́e̶̙̅̄̉̄?̵̙̘͉̼̜̓̀̃͑͑͑̄̈̾̏̒̋̓̈̒̑̔͠

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance nods.]

Ÿ̷̠́ȇ̸̡a̸̧̿h̵͓̚.̵̺̍ ̸̱̈́Ī̷̹…̸̞͗ ̷̭͆w̴̨̔a̴̬̕s̴̰̕ ̶͚͂r̵̼̓e̵͉̿l̴̏͜ų̵͑c̴̤̎t̸̞́a̶̪͌n̴̑ͅṭ̶͋ ̵̢̚t̴͓́ǒ̷ͅ ̵̎ͅt̴̥̎ė̶͈ḷ̷͛l̸͔͗ ̵̞͌y̵̬̿o̵͕͝ů̷̧,̶̺̎ ̶̖̈́b̴̧̽ẹ̷̓c̸̮͗a̶͛ͅu̷̻͒s̸̱̀ë̸͖́ ̷̛͈Ḯ̶̠ ̷̪͑w̴̺͛à̷̼ș̶̐ ̴̣̔w̸̛͕o̸̝͊r̵̤̽r̵̈́͜ǐ̶̻ȇ̵̘ḍ̸́ ̶̲͠ỹ̷͕o̵̢̐u̸̅͜’̷̲̅d̷̘́ ̶̛̝b̶͉̓ė̷͍ ̷͓͌á̴̧n̴̟͊ĝ̷ͅr̸̙̂y̷̦̍ ̴͔͆ỏ̸̜r̶͉̽ ̵̪͛s̸͎̊o̸͖͌m̴̪̈́e̴̦̓t̶̓ͅh̵͙̉į̵̐ń̸͕ǧ̶̤.̸̠̃ ̸͖̈́B̴̮͌ų̷̌ț̵̚ ̶̝̇y̷̼͊e̷̦̽á̸͓h̴̢̊,̴̣͂ ̸͇̈í̵ͅt̴͕̃’̶̝͆s̸̢̔…̶̺̓ ̵͓͌ȉ̷̱ţ̸̎’̶̭̇s̷̺̀ ̶̪͋t̵͖̀r̵͕̾u̷͙̅e̴̠͘.̵̯̓ ̵̹͋I̴̥̒-̸͍̇ ̸͇́Ȉ̶͎ ̴͋͜k̵̩̓n̷̦̋ȯ̸ͅẅ̸͕́ ̴̙̒ḭ̴͛t̶̤̑ ̵̳̔s̴̯̓ǒ̴̞u̶̺͑n̵̰͠d̴̡̒s̴̖͋ ̴̢͂č̷͙ŗ̴͂ā̶͎z̸͔̉ÿ̸͇́,̴̟̊ ̴͍̔i̵̮̾t̷̫̿’̵̧̓s̷̞̽ ̴̪͊g̵̨͆ō̵̢ḯ̵͈n̴͉̈g̷̪͂ ̸̠̈́t̴͔̂o̷̥̎ ̶̜͋s̵̘̀ȯ̴̥ǔ̸̩n̶͙̕d̵͓̋ ̷͓̒c̷͔̓r̴͔̄a̶̻͝z̷̟͗ŷ̶̢,̵͙͝ ̶̳̒b̵͌͜u̷̠̅t̴̗͝ ̸̮̆h̸̭̕ō̸̺w̷̜͠ ̷͈̂d̷̡̆o̶͓͑ ̵͚̒ÿ̶̱́o̴̦͝ű̷͈ ̴̝̏t̶̺̒h̶̝͐i̸̖͌n̵̖͂k̵̲̔ ̴̫̈́Ĩ̸͙’̴̬͑m̸̯̐ ̷͔̈ă̴̼b̷̠̾l̷̇͜e̶̩̍ ̷͎́t̵̩̉o̵̪͘ ̵̝͆d̸̝͝i̶̞̾r̷͇͆e̶̤͌c̷̘̈́ţ̷͠l̴̫̍y̵͉͛ ̵̝̇t̷͖̍ã̴̝l̶̯̿k̸̯̏ ̴̨̐t̷̢̅ô̸̢ ̷̦̿s̷̢͐o̶̩̐m̴̘̆e̴̺͝ ̴̦̎p̷̜̆e̶̮̒o̷͚͒p̷͈͋l̵̯͂e̵̝͆ ̶͉̀y̴̘̾ó̵̧û̵̟ ̸̙̽c̷̕ͅȃ̵̦n̴͕̊’̴̟͒t̵͉͐ ̴̢̒e̷̝͊v̶̬̿e̶͎͆n̸͚̄ ̶̬͗h̶̨͒e̷̢̎a̸̰͝r̴̳͛?̷̟̊

[He laughs softly, but it’s mostly to try and lighten the mood.]

[glitch-parker]

Lee, dressed as Will Wood's Normal Album cover, heads up to the attic. He has a bright smile on his face and a bag of candy in his hands. As soon as he enters the attic, though, the bag of candy falls from his hands as he takes in Parker's glitching.

Parker!

He cries out, running towards Parker and grabbing his wrists. Lee flinches as the glitching spreads to his form, but he holds strong as he inspects Parker.

What happened? What's going on???

@showstopper-homeowner

*He sitting with Chance not expecting someone else to come in suddenly, to say he was startled would be an understatement he literally jumps back when Lee made contact which also got rid of the Lee's glitching and pain. Parker's glitching seem to spike for just a moment but then going back to how it was*

J̸̯̮͇̲̩̈͐͋̌̒̉̅͌̀̆͗͜͝é̶̢̝̙͚̱͕͉̫̘͇̖̜̠̹̐̇̐͛̅̀͛̆́͝͝ş̸̨̛̘̦̣̻̮̫̱̝̝̞̎̑̀͊͌͝͠͝͝ų̶͖̫͕̠̝̟͉̤͔̪́̈́͆̔̃́̏̎̐̏̕͜͝ș̷͓̬̣̭͚̫̳̀̓͐͐̄͐̍͂̏͛͌̕̚ͅ L̷̤͖̊̽̈́̏͗͝ȩ̶͕̹̮̯̀̿̽̋̏͝e̴̺̠̠͛!̴̝̭͉̫̝́̉̇

*He huffs out. He stared at Lee for a second seeming out of it as his mine tries to catch up with him remembering that huge mess of empty board games literally tossed around*

O̷̤̯̜̊̒̌͑̈́̈́̒̕̕͝h̶̨̳͎͉̠̾̀́͒̔̔̉̂͘ ̷̢̯͚̠̅́̽͑͝͠ǔ̷̢͉͚͈͚̳̪͍̝̞͓̱̀̊̓̈͝͝m̴̳͚͙͖̼̫̮͚̲̆̋̾̌̈͂͑̿̄̎̕͝ͅͅ-̶̢̳͕͍̠̘̟̣̻͖͑̾̀̑͊̈́̄ ̷̥̓̓͝C̷̡͔̦̏͌͒̀ȟ̴̢̬̘̺̲̻̼̺͈̠͜ǎ̶͈̋̉͂̈́̈́̾͋̂n̴̨͇̮͙͇̫̻̺̝͂̂c̶͔̜̻̀͛̀͗̎̽ę̶̟̦͙̗̮̖͕͍̝͖̭́̌͋̉͝ ̸̡̩̳͚͇̯̫̖͈̣̒̊w̶̮̭̫͕̗̮͘͝ā̸͎̯͕̻̜̀͗̈́̔̊͌̀̆́̃͜s̶͔̮̿ ̸͉͙̄̈̎̾̊̉͛̕͝h̴̙̜̼̳̮̎̏̉͂̓̅͑̀̚͝e̸̢͑ḽ̶͖͍̹̊́̈́͛͗̏̊p̸̘̞̩̘͓̯̰̠̪͈̺̊̄ ̶̲̠͔͚̜̱̞̜̲̻̱̏m̵̛̟̗͔͙̀͊̈́͊͑ë̴͍̫͉̲̦́̄̂̏͗̆̓͒͆͝ ̷̧̦͚̦̣͓͉̪͚̯́̌̈́͊̂͘͝ͅͅç̶̮̮̙͇͚̳̫̖͉̔͂͑̔͗͑̈̎̿͌ļ̶̨̘̰̖̹͙̥̪̗͌̓̆͜e̵̡͂͛̇͐̐̌͂̽a̶͔̥͕͆̅͂̃̉̇͝ͅn̷̛͈̯̲̞̯̻̭͛̈̃̈́̅͒̔̕ ̶̼͙̞̝̲̝̥̱̙̳͈͆͗̏͜ā̴̛̘̹̠͈̰̪̩͍̥̩̻̗̃̀͘ ̶̡̗̻̌̋̃͊̚ͅb̷̪̦̥̻͖̹̼͉͆̀i̸̙̰̥̻̲͂̀t̶̢̪̗̘͙̙̺̯̖̒!

*He lied not wanting to worry him since who knows if this was connected to glitches or not or whatever was happening. Unaware of the most obvious warning sign hi̸̧͈̠͂̊m̷̧̞̫͋̄̊s̶̯̲̄e̵̙͕̭̒l̵̺̻̽̈́f̸̨̏͑͂.*

[deactivated-blog]

I-I need to take care of this! Oh my gods, Parker, I didn't realize you were getting thid bad! If I had known earlier, I-

Lee was frantically pulling out his notebook and flipping to various pages, trying to find out where he put his research for staving off glitches.

You and Chance were cleaning? What did you come across? It might be related to the gliching.

// so sorry for the late reply... we were quite busy, hahah.

[glitch-parker]

Ooc: Nah your good))

*He was starting to panic a little bit making the glitching a little worse. Had he not been as good at acting like he was ok? What does he mean by getting worse?? And worst of all he felt like he had to fix it. Fix this whatever this was. Parker nonchalantly Yanks the notebook out of his hand. No glitching gets on the notebook tho*

H̸̞̥͗́̃͛͊͘͝e̷̛̳̻̭̖̣͚͚̳͈̖̪̳̒͆̽̊̈́͊͛͐̈́͝͝ͅẙ̸͕͇̠̝̺͂ͅ ̷̳̲̽͊͗̈́́̉̑̽̎͂̃̓͝ͅn̸͕̜̩̞͉̫̙̼͔̤̺̓̌̄̓͐̈́͠͝͠ͅo̸̡̯̲̣̠̩̐͛̓̈͝w̶̻̜͓͙͖̗͖̝̗̭͚͌, ̵̢̧̟̼̟̳̘̈́̓̿ͅT̴̢̨͇͇̭̝͖͓̓͂̓̉͂͋͋ḥ̸͖̤̻̭̇͐̐̊̾̐͐̆͛͋͘̕͝ȩ̴͕̮̼͙̣̘̼̼͕͍͍̀̀̏͐r̷̡̢͎̩̻͕̞̰̮͉̘͍̈́̇͠͝ẽ̷̯͇̟̣̜̟̖̪͒͊̔̇̃̓ͅ'̶̧̗͎̦͎̤̩̈̑͋͠͠ͅs̸̩̮͙͓͇̼̫̭̑̚ ̶̰͕̑̎̆͘͜n̶̠̭̱̍̈́̔̏̎̏̒͝ȏ̴͇́̃̓̑̊̆̏͠ ̴̛̭̘̼̭̪̲͇̿͋̅̔̓͛͛̓̋̓̋̃ͅn̸̨̨̢̥̩̲̝̼̤̼̻̄͌͒͊̇̂̆̿͘̚̚̚͝e̴̡̯̱̻͚͎̺͆͘ẻ̷̝̠̻̈́́̎̽̉̀̉̑̚͝d̴͕̜̦̲͉̪̻͙̀͜ ̷̧̛̻̖͓̻͇̮͂̎̇͋̐f̷̆̏̏ò̵̢̢̯͓̩͍̩̼̳̖͝ṛ̴̺̘͂ t̶͈̱̪͕̻͉̦̞̦̫̮̩̊͑̈́͗̑̅́̄̐̈́͠h̴̢̖̝̣̱̫̦̭̯͎̬̩̺̉͂͗̈́͒̎̅̕a̷̳̭̙̝͚͆̌̏͂̆͝t̸̡͚̜͚̹̯̲̼̦̱̂̀̿̈́̾̍͐̀́̐̈ͅ.̶̹͓́͒̈̔̈ͅ

Ň̵̞̭͋͋̌̇͆̅͝ó̶̢̱̪̝̗̤̬͒͒̂͝ ̶̨̨̛̭͔̖̳̒̌̊͌̿g̶̭̭͍̙̊̽̀̀͌̈́́́͑͊l̵̜͎͚̓̀͆̃͐̏̑̕i̵͈̞̰͔̺̲͑͐̆̇̽̑̚͜͠ͅt̷͚̮͖̭̱͖̜͓̰̾͒̓̒̃̕͠ͅč̴͇̱̝͖̞̳̄̀͐̑ḩ̷̨̲͖̝͎̳͓̖͝e̴̥̖̜͙̬̗̍̐̀͐̍̔̕̚͝͝s̷̢̧̥̣̟͔͖̍̾̌̉̿̅͗͑̎̏ ̷̠͉̗̠̔j̵̝̜̥͈̙͍̮͉͚͗̔́̃̓͗̓̽̈͜u̸̖̾ŝ̷̢͖͋̾͗̓̒̃͊̈̕t̵̨̢̯͍̭͓̤̫͕̯̑̅̃͝ ̵̘̹̲̔͋̐̋̌ͅc̷̨̣̰̤͓̮͈̥̙̙̐͊̀͋̃̕l̷̢͇̦̹̪̣̫̳͇̅͛ͅẽ̴̛̩̱͐͊̓͐́̀͝ä̴̛̯͕̣͎̣̣͕́͌̇͒̌̚̕͝n̸̤͎̦̦͂͐̐̽͋̂̚i̷̛͉͓̻̘͓͍͍̓̑̌̎͜n̵̢͓͔͓͎̆͗̊͌̎͗̊̈́͊͜͝ģ̷̧̡̯̙͚̞̖̮̑̎̌̊̔͂̇̽̇ ̷̰͔̼̪̤̾̌͒̈͋͌ͅả̵̠̗̱̮̮̅̉̉̉f̵̨̦̞̳͙̀̈́̐̚͜t̴̘̭̪̥̖̥̽̍ͅě̷̗͌̀̿̂̌̑̉ȑ̸̛̮̙̦͖̗͔̬̼̼̖̽͗̽́͛̈́̚ ̸̫͇͙̪͎̂̃́̏͐̈́͗͊̆ḁ̴̘͔̅̈͐̔ ̸̞̰̤͇͍͚̀̀̒͝ĺ̷̨̖̀̐̽̾͂̀́̋̿i̶̢̠̫̱͔̞̯̰̱͔͛ṱ̶̡͂̀͊͗͝͝ț̵̫̻̬̰́̍l̵̘̗̟͈̐̄́̄̔́̊̀̾e̴̝̘͌̿͌̅͋ ̵̯͆̈́̀͐́m̷̠̫̊̒̉̕ḙ̸̙̬̰̝͙̆͆s̶̰͙͉̯̃̂̇͝͠s̸̬̘̩̀̿͜.̷̼͕̥̖͎̩̦̞̗̒̈́͒̑̋̈́

R̶̯̝̭̥̹̠̺̳̮̣͑̉͊͌̒̍͠͝͠ì̴͔̯̈́̈̓̾̄̑͝g̵͖̮̰̍̀̓͠h̶̠̙͇̽͆͜ţ̶̝̼͚̩̞̺̉̿̽́͊̇̐ ̶̛̠̙͓̥͈̜̺̘̍́͆̑̽̄̿̇C̸̤̅͐̈h̸̜͚̣̤̼͌̌̿̏̕͝a̴̢̧̢̠̟̩͍̯͔̱̿͗̂̑͐̀͝n̷̪̓̂͆̍͋̓ĉ̶̡̬̼͉̝͙̼̥͑̒̒͝e̷͔̹̩̬̪͕̖̲̽̆̅̄́̈̎͋͘͝?̸̨̡̢̙͕̘͉͙͒

*He elbowed Chance hard. He moved his head to whisper to him out of sight from lee. It was almost impossible to tell what Parker was saying since the glitching but his mouth clearly was mouthing "Back me up!"*

( @nat-20-on-perception)

[nat-20-on-perception]

Oh! Yeah, just- we were cleaning and Parker was making sure the games were good, no glitches!

[Chance smiles nervously, hoping he’s being convincing. He looks over at Parker with a nod]

He just- started to glitch a bit, so I’ve been helping him as best as I can- nothing to do with what we were doing, just a sudden glitch!

[He reaches to Parker’s hand, squeezing it to assure Parker that it would be okay.]

[glitch-parker]

*Everything was going good until. Chance mentioned glitching. This is not what he wanted at all! Chance can't just mention glitching now! Not in front of him! why would he lie about him glitching that doesn't even make sense. The glitching on his body seems to become worse from him already spiraling just a little bit about how Lee is taking this*

Į̷͈͎̰͉̥͈̱͎̬̫̥̜̆͊̽̏͌̏͂͌̋͊̍̍͗͘̚ͅ-̵̢̦̗̗̘̺̳͖͎́ ̴̮͙̲̣́͘͝nő̶̧͚͚̜͙̭͇̝̭̞̿̃̑͜ͅ ̸̧̞̘̫̺̪̭̯͓̓̏͌̍͑͗n̸̛̛͈͍̰̘̺̫̟͉̰̯̤̳̻͉̂̈́̐͆͂̆̾͋͘ǫ̸̧̰̗̜͔̗͖̜̩̭̐̆̄̋̈͌!̸̭̫̻̃̽͂͛̏̓͋̑̃̆̓̉̚̕̕ ̵̧̩̯̙̻̏̓͐̈́͐̔͂͗̾͗͐Ỉ̶͙̰͈̹̲͓̱̯̈́͊͒͊̐̾͑ͅ ̶̨͍͉͛w̵̼̩̔̎̄́̈̂͝͠a̵̯͔͊̆͐̉́̿́̂̍̔̓̀͗͋̒ș̸̛̣̙̰̃͂̈̆́̔͒̄̊̓̎́̿̚n̵̹͙̤̰̦͂̆ͅ'̵̢̼̳̜̮̗̄̒̂̾͊͜ẗ̴̨̢̺̼̲̳͈̣̹͕̺̟̰́̚ ̵̨͔̣̗̹̩͇͇̘̏-̴̡͚̤͚̬̐̊͂̽̔̇̄̈̿͒͘͝͠ ̴̓͆̓̈́

g̴̟̳̳͈̙͕̮͈͙̠͈͑̔͌̆̏͒̕o̶̿̍͊͘͠ḋ̷͖̹̹̮͇̓̔́̾̅͒̂̊͑̀͜͠͠͠ ̸̧̨̛̳͙̱̩̬̜̲̜͕̇̓̓̄̍̄̚͜d̶̙͔̳̉̎̔̓̑̑̍̏̂͐̕͜͠a̶̡̢̢̨̼͔͇̼͈͑̽͑̄̈́͐̈͒̈́͐̊̒͝m̸̨̘̠͎͔͔̞̻͕̣̼̰̠̎̒ͅṇ̶̫̙̮͛ ̷̢̘̫̦̝͕͙͈̙̻̬̏̇̾̉̊͂͒̚ͅỉ̴̥̖̮͚͉̮̯̺̠̘̀̐̓t̵̨̢̛͖̲̟̝͚̰̯̜̍̽́͗̀̀̄͘͘̚̕ͅ ̴̹͇͎̳̦̭̼̳͌͑̆̈́̏̃̚̚C̴͠h̶̬̮̎̌̐͌̂̀̊͝͝ͅā̸̡̨̛̼̣̞̖̀̑͠n̵̲͓̙̭̮͉͈̼͙̜̠̑̅̆̇͊̈̀͂͐̔͑̅̈́͒͝ç̵̢̧͕̪̻͇̮̻̩͙̓̓̐̃̄̒͒̅̇͒̓͒è̸̛̫̣͍͖̝̹͕̞̈́̒̅̂̎͌̆̓̾̔̆̅͐!̴͔̩̖͈͚̺͍̺̠̖̾̒͂̿̓͐̀̾́̚

( @showstopper-homeowner)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance puts his hands up defensively]

Oh- no no I didn’t mean while we were cleaning! You started glitching afterwards, not during! We were sitting here, and then it started- nothing about the cleaning was involved!

[He glances nervously at Lee]

[glitch-parker]

*He firmly grabbed him by the shoulders and loudly whispers*

Ň̶̤̗̞̻̩̬̃̓̒̈́̏̄̐̒̈̈́̏̀̈́͑̀o̴̧̢̩̲̤̗̲͈͉̎́̏̍͠t̵͙͔̹̟̪͓̯͋̀̂̆̔͌̏̾̚͜͝ ̷̬̞͌̋̿̉̆̿̊̕̕͠h̶̯̻͍̜͈͖̲̦̫̞̹̀̂̎͗̄̔́͐̔̕ȩ̶̢̖̠͖̭̟̮͓͛͜͝ͅl̵̛̞̂͒̽͂̒̑̅̀̒̚͝p̶̺̾̎̀̆̿̊͗̏̆į̶̗͎̝̭̪̙͈̩̫̹̫̮͙̤͚͐̑̐̽n̶̳̗͇͓͉͙̯̝̫̻̼̎̔͜ͅģ̷̥͖͓̘̠̟͙̬̩̫͈̝̣̳͉̣̙͆̿̀̎̐͗̉̌͐͌̂̿̈̈̚ !̶̨̟̘̖̥̬̜̹͍̐͌͗̄̄̀̌͂̚

// *sigh* what did I tell you about him not knowing he glitches in his sea of denial that surprised me sometimes!))

[nat-20-on-perception]

I’m sorry!! It’s- I’m saying that incase Lee sees something we can’t, that- seems to happen a lot-

[He tries to lie smoothly, but is fairly obviously nervous about all of this.]

//Hes trying his best /silly

[glitch-parker]

*Parker let's go of him and pitcher his temple in frustration. Parker wouldn't be surprised if his headache didn't leave for a weeks after this*

//which one? ... / Half joking. Also /silly

[deactivated-blog]

...Uhm.

// chance, cmon buddy. dont lie to us

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance attempts to ignore the mods. Not very well though. It’s obvious he hears them as he keeps glancing around every time they speak to whatever direction their voices come from. His voice comes out quieter.]

Parker I… think we need to tell Lee. It’s- not for anything bad, it’s just- there’s something we know and- he just wants to help take care of it, you know-?

//Come on, chance. Acknowledge them.

you’re making me look crazy, Cupid-

//Meh, that’s what comes with being aware.

[glitch-parker]

*Parker was not paying attention at all to Chance seeming crazy. His head hasn't stopped hurting since well everything. He wished he could have just gone back. Back to beginning the day. Beginning of yesterday where they played games, it seemed fine. Maybe even the beginning of the week or whatever day it was at this point. Today was definitely his worst of the days he's ever lived he sure of it.*

T̵͕̣̟̎͋̓̓͝e̶̳̗̖͌͊l̶̳̙̰͔̯̑l̷̛̰̹̃̐̾̽͑̈ ̶̹̟̝̆̄h̷̛̙̾̾̆̔͛i̸͕͎̿͂͜m̶̨̗̼͇̱̾͌̑͌͗͂̅ ̸̡͈͇̫̮͉͉͆̃͊̔w̸̢̦̯̐̒̐̀̀͝͠ͅẖ̶̌͆a̷̻̮̽́t̵͓̲͊̒͂̾̊̊?̷͔̰͔̳͖̦̰̓͋̆̈̚ ̷̯̱͐͑̈̋̃ͅͅÀ̴̡̻͓̺̹̈́͂̌̇͘l̶̢̖͗͜͝l̸̢̲̰̬͚̍̏̽́̇ ̷̗͍̼̠̱̓͜ͅḩ̸͖̣̮̀̀̋͗̂̕i̶̭̇̊͛͌s̸̭͇͕͚̆̿ͅ ̴̨̡͕̬̫̏̽́̄̎̿͜ͅg̸̹̠̹̳̭͕̪̏̐͋͠á̷͔͕̫̗͋̈́̚̚m̶̱͉̥̀͜e̴̞̓̕s̷̨̯̼͔͖̭͐̉̓͠ ̷͓̝͌͐̕ş̴̛̼̰̒̄̈́̐͊̍ȋ̴̧͌̏m̵̡̡̗̖̞̃̾u̴͚͙͊̊̄̐̈́l̵̝͕̱̝̍͐͆̌̓͜t̶̰̲̼̲̽͗̐͠a̸͍̮̰͈̘̐͑͛n̸̢̢̢̻̪̦̅̂̕e̸̝̙̙̍̾̊͊̀̋͌o̶̰͋̽̓̉͐̽u̷̫̦̖̪̖͒s̸̫̪͚̈́̎̃̆͂̕l̸̞̫̝͈̿̍̂̈́y̶͍̭̫̣͐͗̋̈́̚ ̷̠̾̾̈́̏̈́̀͝d̶̢͎̻̫̈ĩ̶̥s̸̜̲̤͙͌͒̈́̍́̆̕ap̶͎̖̳͖̲͇̖͐̈́̚͝p̷̘̼͎̤͈̺͌e̸͍͍̦̘̿̈́͗̈́a̵̧̞̩͙̅̐̂̐́r̶̡̳̗̗͗̈̈́͆̂͋͋ë̷̱̻͛̇d̸̨̳̠̯̮̜̹̾ ̸̞̀õ̸̖̳̠̪͒͝ͅŕ̴̘̍͋̉͆͝ ̷̥͖͔͙͙̫̌͝m̷̘͍̍̀̇̽͂ǎ̸͎̝̟̳̯̫̱̀̇͠y̸̙̖̳͒̈̃́̈́͝b̷̨̮̤͛̇̓̾̈̍e̷̙̓̈́̅̓͌ ̴̧̧̫̲͒̓̂͊n̶̞̣̱̜̉͑͑̓͋̚͝ͅė̵͇̹̼̐͋̌́̚͠v̶͙̲̮̂̋́͗ë̵̖̩͎͎̭͚́͒͑̅͜͠ȓ̸̛͓̉͛̀͂ ̵̡̥̯͙̗̓̎͑̕͜ͅĕ̸̠͖̬̫̌̀̊̈́̋̕x̴̡͍̞̞̹̂̈̾̽̀̿͝i̶̢̹̳̙̪̘͉̎͌͛s̷͖͉̙̰͌̈́̐́͝͠ẗ̴̻̫̪͈̮̹́͑͛̋̍̂e̶̡͖͓͈͓̯̼̓̃̓́̉͘d̶̢̠̩̤̞̱̱͗͝ ̸̡̤͔̲̐͌̓̃̚d̶̢̧̦̬̪͆̿͠ͅe̵͖̩̯̫͛̌̽s̶̟̬̩̭̆̏͠p̶̹̒̂i̵̙͙͂̑̂t̷͍̫̩͍͂̍̓̍͘̕͝ḕ̵̞̞́̐ ̵͚̟͋͋̎́m̷̱̭͇̜͎̠̌́̽̎́̓̕e̸̛͇̬̤̊̌̄̋́͗ ̶̥̿̀̎p̷͉̩̤̝͒̀̈́ͅl̷͚̝̦̠̘͚͈̒̆͒̅͘͝͝a̶̛̰͌̽͗̍͊y̷̨̰͓̹̪̲̏̾i̸̡͓̫͊͝n̷̰̜̬͇̐̆̿̊̾̆g̷̳̮͚̀̾͌́̿̅ ̵͍̯̩̦̺̟̪̽̋̈́͐͝t̸̨̪̦͑̅̋ͅh̴̠̀̿͑́̚͠ę̵̹͈̖͌̅̕͜m̴̹̦̠̫̟̲͉͊͒͒!̵̘̜̣̻̤̥́̄̑͋ ̷̯͍̞͌̒̆̅͊̐͘͜B̶̢̦̺͓́͑e̷̟̼͙̍͗̈̊̇̂̈ȉ̸̩̳̯͉̲̍͊n̶͚̙͎̭̗̑͑̈́͜ġ̴̨͖͗̕ ̶͎͂ţ̸̢̼͔̞̪͌h̸͇̽̔̉̽́͝ê̵̛̬̼̬̊̍͆̚m̵͙̘̙̱͓̼̪̓̐̊̇̈́!̷͔̱͚̯̉

//one point for Parker zero for his sanity))

H̴̨̰̺̜̦̋̈͝e̸̠͇̥̯͚̎̈́̚ͅ ̶̗̓̈́̊̋̑̈̉c̸͖̜͍̜͕̓̀a̶̪̩̞͋̅̅͑̓̀ņ̴̩͎̠͓̑̎̋͘'̸̿̎͂̂̀̕͜t̴̤̟̲̫͖͚̹̆͂̈́̏͑ ̴̳͕͘̚d̸̖͔͎̹̫̯̮̋̐o̵̢̯̱̫̠̩̓͆̊͆̋̈́͜ ̷͉̮̬̱̞̰͉̍̑͝a̶̧͓͈̪͂̈́̋̄͝n̷̡̩̯͖̬͑͠ỳ̴̘̰̹͎͈̗̾̉̑̅t̶̥̕h̷̲͗̒̅́̍͘ͅi̴͚̹̅͆̍͆̑̄̉ǹ̶̻͎͉̤͔͠g̴̺͋͒!̴̡̧̩̫̌̾͗̄̂͝ ̵͚̬͎̼́̂̌͌͒̈͝ͅŶ̷̢̱͕̺̇͊ǒ̵̖͛ư̷̩͈̙̙͕̐̎͑̈́͑ ̷̙͈̺̥̓̈́̓̚č̸̨̨͉̪̞͓̋͋͝a̴̱̞̜͇̬͇̥͐̽̑̊͂͑ǹ̷̹̝̟̭̈̈́̉͐̈́͛͜'̴̰̩̰̪͉̀t̴̙̭̥̄͊͘ ̶̠̐͌̌̎̊̋a̶̡͓̠̲̮͋́̿̎n̴̢̖͉̬̱̾͑̌̀͝ͅy̶̡̢̨̦̼̖̤͐͐͝t̶̠̬͊̇̓̄́̓̓h̵͎̳̼̣̙̞̠̒͐̀͗̕i̵̧̟̰͕̹̿́̊͌̃̈n̸̜̹̙̓̈̑̏̀̕g̴͇͛́̋̀̋!̷̧̢̲͈̟̹̌̅͒͝ ̶̟̔̽̈Á̴̯̪̤̘͍̣̓͝͝ǹ̸͈͍̠͎͓̼͗̌͒͜͝d̸͖̬͓͉͓͍̉ ̵͆̓̇̂̋ͅI̵̥̅͊̔͐́ ̴̢̤̜̱͍͆͐̏̔͗̍͘C̴̱̚Ă̷̪͇͇̹̣̟͛͒̏͂̽Ņ̷̰̯̊̿̈́̃́̅̚'̶͔͇̬̗̳͍͖̓̄̎̒Ṱ̷̟̈́̄̇ ̴̲͆̎̅͑̿͊̚d̶̯͕͍̭̰̼̼̋̓̃̑͒̐o̸͙͖̘͖͔͋͒͌͊͑͝ ̶̛̭̺̓̕ã̵̘̤̞̟̌̊̍̽n̸̻͓̙͋̍̅̾͝y̶̨̢͔̠̘̋͊̉͆t̵̻̣̥̠̺̐̐̀h̸͇͇̺̼͈̉̅i̵̢̳̭͍͐̓̓̌͗͘͝ͅn̷̡͍̂̈́͌g̶̪̑͂͝!̷̙̗͉̀͗̅̔̀.̷̛̞̌̆̃͘̚͝.̴͙̞͎̃̎̍.̸̡̠̣͋̋̍͛̈́͋̚͜ͅ

*His words seem to hit him like a truck. He weekly moves back until he feels the wall sliding down it gripping at his head from the headache*

W̶̮͚̐̾̕͝ḩ̵̙̞̣͔̙̘̤̈́̌͊̚y̴̢͕̏̉̈́̿͠.̸̡̙͇̔̂.̸͝-

̴̘͍̈́̿́̇͠W̶̛̦͕̍̀̏̋̾͐̆h̷̭̣͚͖̲̭̥͆͋y̸̨̲̗̜̳͍̼̍̽̀̀̚͝ ̴̮̖̣̗̬̼̃̃͝d̷̫̽̐̔̈̓̕͝ơ̴͙̰̲̗͈̫̈̄̍́̀͝ ̶̨̡̢͇̣̰̈́̌͐́k̶̹͋ẽ̴͓̫ę̴̛̹̻̪̎́̇͗͆͘p̷̳͐̄̊͐͝͝ ̸̳̥̱̪͈̥̠̝̃͋̈́̌s̴̨̟͕̝̥̹̈́̃a̵̢̛̳͚͕̬͛̐̐y̷̩̟̤̗͖͉͓̬͋̀̉̓̀̈́͠i̵̜͙̘̖̝̥͐̽̎͜ͅn̵͛̂́͛͜g̷̢̨͍͈̠̼̥̯̐͋̈́̆ ̸̙̖̾̃̈́̏͑̕t̷̛͈̽͊́h̷̬̜̙̋̅̈́͊̓͝ą̷̖̊ṫ̴̨̖̲͍̩̠̏͆͛̅̅̕?̷́̚.̶̮͔͙̦̬̭͓̽͛͑̈́̂̅̽́͜..̶̢̖̯̖͎͎̆͑̒̊̅̈́̚͜͝ͅ ̷̣̩͈̀Ẁ̴̨͓̫͆h̸͍̘́̿͗̅a̵̭͑̇̒̊̋͝͠t̵͎̮̙̂ ̴̡̡͚̮̭͕͆ḏ̵̼̙̙̙̂͒̽͑o̶̢̗̳̤̼̲͗̎͂̈́̈́͝ ̷͇͍̘̼̞̘̿y̵̺̺̤͕̙͙͎̙͌̒̈́̚͠o̷̫̬̅̍ū̴̧̟͈̘͎͕̤̃̇̓̌͒́͝ ̵͙̙̽̽̀̄̎̍̾͆ḵ̴̛̼̗̮͉̥͗̅̃̎̍̂͜ń̵̠̥͉̝̞̬̗͒̂̂̐̋́o̶̘̮̮͈̺̦̠̓͊w̵̞͙̞͆̈́̆͒̍̕̕-̶̯́͑ ̶̲̞͉͇̙̭͊Ẃ̷̭̤͈͘ȟ̸̘̬̪͎̘͉̔͛a̶͕̓̅̆̽̓̔ẗ̸͓̦̘́̊̌͠ ̶̥͍̓̓͝d̴͙̪͇̰̯͑̏͒͂̃̀̒͜o̷̮̯̩̥̓̑̿͊͝n̵̳̺̪͖͉̣̯̍̉͑͐̑'̷̣̩̩̦̩̮̄̏̎̃͋̀ͅṭ̵͍̚ ̶̯̈́̃͂̄̓̽̂͠Į̴͍̩̖̖͙͗͆ ̶̟̓k̵̙̹̞̬͙͔͛n̸̯͓̲̯͐o̸͍̯̘͊̃w̷͖̫͈̩̰̓̏̐̀͑̈͜͝?̷̨̫̖̹̜͛́̚͝!̴̨͍͍̤̿̑̆̿ ̴͕̌̌̒̿́̑

*He was pleading he was scrunched up on the ground which made his whole body seem like just a giant glitch ball*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance looks over at Lee. He’s looking for a yes or no on if he should tell Parker.]

I… debated on it earlier. Just tell me if I should.

[deactivated-blog]

I... Go ahead. He... He needs to know.

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance nods. He approaches Parker, reaching out to put a hand on Parker’s shoulder.]

You’re gonna have to work with me on this, okay? It’s going to seem crazy, but… knowing can help. The more you know, the less it can affect you, I think.

[He takes a deep breath, pulling back out the glitching dice.]

Do you remember when I brought up this to you? How I rolled for perception and then suddenly could hear other people that didn’t seem to exist? It… apparently, there’s more to it.

[He puts the dice aside.]

That wall. You said you looked through it once. Thats letting you see your mod. The person I keep talking to whenever it seems like I’m talking to nobody is them. I have one too, their name is Cupid. Lee has one, and so do Holly and Hector. You’re the first I think to actually see their mod. So… I’m going to tell you what that means.

[He sighs softly, obviously worried about how Parker will react.]

We found out that we’re in a game. It’s… weird to know, but it explains everything. Why everyone has been quiet, why your games are disappearing… everything. Your games used to exist, but because we’re in a game… they don’t. Because there aren’t any “sprites” as the mods call it to show what your games look like. Thats… that’s where your games went. Including Sandy Land. I…

[He paused, the continued]

I didn’t want to tell you because me and Holly found out by, well… chance. I rolled perception and began to see the mods as floating eyes, and now me and Holly can actually interact with ours now that they and some of voices explained what’s going on. That’s why you heard me call the voices ‘Askers’ or ‘Anons’ because… that’s what they are.

[He pulls back, just incase Parker preferred being alone after hearing all of this.]

Do you need me to tell you more? I can try to explain more of it, if you want.

[By now, his glasses glitched even more, as well as the clasp of his cloak, further hinting to the point as he mumbles about a headache himself.]

[glitch-parker]

*Parker's mouth flapped open and close a few times as he failed to understand anything of what he was saying*

N̷̡̡̻͎͙͔͚͎̘̖̹̘̝̰͓͔̝͊͌͐̑̎̏̇̚͜-̵̡̡̯͔̬͎̼͔̹̥̭̪̦̟͇̬̐͆̾̔͊̈́̔̐̈ ̸̛̗͖̥̟̟̲̲̻̼̉̆͗̀̂̐͗͊̍̆́̕͘̕͜͝͝n̴̨̡̪͚͇̩̓̿̒͗̍͂̃͝ơ̵̡̡̙̺͖͍̭̬͚̫͎̬̥̈́͐̈͆̆̾͛̕̕ ̶̦̭͉̠̻̩́̃̇͑̽͋̉͌̈͑̒̾͌̿̌̚͠͝ͅy̶̛͕̭̬̟͐͋̄͒͆̿̿̉̓̔̂̆̄̚͘͠ö̶͎̮̤́͊̍̎̎̚͝ų̶̡̯̼͙̬̩͚̜̱̥̜̪̼͎͙͋̈́́͆̂̔͆̈́̀̊̉̃ͅ ̸̨̧̥̪͖̘͍̥̣̦̔̔ͅṇ̷͛̃̅̀̈́͊͌e̷̳͗̄̈́̇v̸͚̲̻͉͍̗͖͎͌͒̇̏̍̐̇̓̈́̚͜͝ę̴̫̩̜̥̼̖̪͕̹͍̜̏̇́̋́̾̌́͛̈̅̎͘̚̕r̵̫̪̦͓͚͚̗͑͐̀͂̌̋͜͝-̸̬̲̖̝͖̀̂ ̵̡̣̬̼͍̰̟̰̟̩̲̻̞̥͙̲̟̭̍̿͐̐̀̔͑͂͜Ṭ̸̫̊͐͆̀͑͛̈͛̏̒h̵̨̢͚͚̅́̄̋̈͛́̀̍̏̕͘̚͠ͅȇ̶̛̙̺̭̜̥̓̈́̊͋́̂̚̚-̷̢̦͔̺͕̯̩̗̹̝͔͇̳͂́̋̌͐̓́̄́͋͊̊̐̈́̇̔̾͠͝ ̵̡̲͍̖̅̉͘W̶̡̲̼̜̖̯͙̽̂͂͒̄h̶̝̘̯̭̗͔̒̾͋́̔̋̓̑́̇̇͒̚͝͝͝a̸̛͔͚̺̼͕͊̓̀̏͗̀̈̏̌̓̀̀̈́͘̚͝ẗ̵̥̤͙̰̠͕̘̻́͛̆̌́̈́?̴͍̹̖͈͓̗̠̣̹̮͓̱̲̟̰̝͎́̃͛̽̋̑̈́̊̂̾̽͐́͑́̕͝͠

*He words came as unfinished thoughts failing to articulate anything. The confusion didn't leave as you explain the rest*

W̵̥̩̥̞͕͗̒̾͌̓́̑̿̌̏̒̾͆̒̎͘̚ḥ̸̡̛̥̮̼̺̫̞͍̣͖̹̳̻͒͆̀͘a̸̡̖̘͖̺͎̣͚͇̜̟̪͒͂͂̉ṫ̶̢̼̥̪͚͉̤̫̖͎̗̲͇͉̺̻̾̇̉̈̿̒͂̐̾͂͒-̴́̀́̽̌̇̈́̍̚̚̕͜ ̵̨͈̮̟̪̟̞̣͎͖̮̺̞̩̫͙͋̑͛̔͆̏͆̐̐͋͛̕͝͝ͅw̵̢̨̛͍̘̲̺̲̪̥̰͎͎̖͛̎̐̿̉͒̍͋͂͛̈̿͋͆̀͘̕͜͠ͅḫ̸͇̰̖̭̲̗̝̺͍̳̝̤͖͌̊́̏̉̒̏͒̇͋̇̈́̚ẩ̶̢̨̢͖̪̝̦͈̫̙̈̐͜ṫ̴̡̨̧̫̳̪̣͎̙̼̜̜͔̮̝̑͆͜ͅ ̸̤͓̦͕̪̼̮̙̱͕̭̖̘̮̭͌̾̌̆͋̎̎̍̄͘͜͝ͅà̷̡̡̛̝͖̫̺̪̠͓̲͂̒̂̔̄͘͘͜͝r̸̄̍̏̽͐̈͐͝͠e̴̡̬̳̮͙̭̭̺̳̜̭͉̝̬̻̝̪̙͕̅͐͒͗̊̓̑̃̄̇̂̒͆̑͘ ̷͇̩̙̊̾̅́̀̈́̽̍͘y̸̬͎̘̮͕̤͙̺̫̌̊o̶̹͍̖̲̱͇̺͙̦̣̱̰͙̾̈́͛͆͑̈́͑͘͜ṷ̴̢̡̩̗̖̻̰̬͙̃̋̾͂̓́̐͊̆͠ ̸̡̺͍͈̣̠̳̠̬͔̘̜̬̻̻̠̪̩̓̀̀̄̓̌̚͝o̶̧̠͊̀́̈́̀͐̕͝n̵͐̒͗̒͋͆͋̕͘͜ ̸̛̯̗͈̖̖̣͚̺̠̭̓͐̂̔͛̏͒͋͑͑̒̃̕̚͝͠͝ͅa̵̛͔̠̰̖̒͐͒̿̀͋̂̏b̵̧̨̛͈̻͙̙̖͕̝͎̭̫͔̦͉̺̩̎́̇̏̽͊̀͛͠ơ̶̢̛̬͉̬̰͔̹̏̇̅̾̊̑̓̓̾͐͒͆̚͠͠͝ű̴̢̜͖̯̬̯̖̮̿̃̅t̴̩̰͙͠!-̸̶̧̜̰͓̮̮̪̟͙̜͔͛͋̽̓̔͆̊͐͐̏̀̈͋T̴̛̟̲̙̳̥̈́̂̿̆̀̔̌͂͌͌̉̕h̶̞̥̺͎̳̽͘ą̴̨̛̫̲͈͙͖̥͖͎̬͗͒̔̀̐͛̀̀̈́͆̑̍͋̏̓̒̋t̶̢̢̡̛͖̥̦̙̣̣͖̙̠͖͖̞̝̦̬̓́̏͆̔̅̋̉̍̓͊̕͜ ̵̨̗̠̠̖̫͉͔̌͊̓̒̉̑̀͑̑͐̽̆͘͜͝͝ḑ̸͖̫̭͓̬̜͈̼̗̹̟̇̉̈́̂́̓͋̀̉̏̒͛̽͌́̕̚͝ỏ̸̙͈̻̺̯͓͈̻̖͐̾͗̇͜͝͝e̵̝̠̓̀̄̇̒͂̂͗ͅṡ̵͎̫̐̆͗͊̀n̴̡̛̳̫̬̺͙̝̣͚̹̬̣̫̂͐͌͂́͌̀͝'̴̡̧̹̮̠͕̜͚̹̠͓̐ͅẗ̶̢̛̛̻͙͍̱̩̣͓̣̼̤̫̄͛̈́̈́̓̈́̓͗́͆͗̕̚ ̸̨̰͆̐̄̉̑̔̏̏̄̀͆̄͐͌̍ḿ̴͇̞̜̻̦̹͒̂͌͘ą̵̟͍̣̣̻̜̙̱̞̣͎̇̈́̎͌̆͐̋̒̈̄̾͘̚͜k̷̹͕͙͍͕̫̂̄̈̿͠ë̵̢̠͙̦̱̤̱̲͉͍ ̸̪̠͕͙͔̳̥̠͎̰̺̥̭̗̹́̓͛͐̌̇͊͘ŝ̷̢̧̨̨͖͉̖̯͉̣̱̤̭͉̹̮̱̄̈͛̓̕͜ͅę̵̟̲̬̓̔ń̸̡͔̟͍̫̱̥͉̭͇̳͐̓̀́́̑͌͐̔̇̕͘ş̵͍̭͙̰͇̈̔̔͐͌̌̆̎͆͘͜ē̸̱̞͖̮͉̺͔̠͉̗̿̃̈̃̇͗̉́̇̋͘̚͠ -̸̧̆̆

̵̼̞͉̺̿L̷̛͙̳̬͖̳̰̘̍̊͋́͛̓͐̽͗͒͂͒͋̒̚̕e̵̡̗̪̗̫͚̬̟̪̘̪͈̊̈́̃ę̷̧͈̞͎̤̩̟̭̺̫̖̦̞͈̗͚̖̏͘!̸̮̅́̅͑͆̓̄̓̅̈̂͌͐͋̑̚ ̷̨̖̺̗̼͔͚̝͙̫̳͉͕͈͕̥̬̂̂̀̀̀̌͊̎̿̑́̒̆̑́͝

*He suddenly called reaching out to him but just as quickly as he tried to get up he stumbled back grabbing his head leaning against the wall again*

w̸̡͚̱̬̮̦̪̟̼͆̈́̈́̍̅̏̇̑̿́̐́̆̈́͜ȩ̵̗̥͕̥̩̲̩͚̤͌͋̈́̓̑̅̏͑̓͝ ̵͔̒̎ p̶̹͍̜̞̫̬̻͎͒͆̂́͗̅̊̈́͂͌̋̿͗̇͌̍̋̚̕͜l̴̨̧͖͎̭͚̼͇̆̾̇̇̊̌̏͘̕ȃ̸̡̛̳̰̻̮̲̙̙̫̹̠̩̻͎͚͓̽̅̀͒̚̕ͅy̷͓̤̮̰͕̞̠͔̤̹̓͌̿̉̉̇̇͜ ̴̢̛̲͎͉̹̞̼̳̜͌͐̈́̉̍̈͂̓̓͘͜͝͠m̷̘͖͇̰̗͉̦͗͌̀̂͐̈́͋͌̚͜ͅ-̵̡̛̥̯͔̮̫̹̞̬̳̞̜̺͔͚͇̏̐̈̒̎̿ͅ ̸̱̈͂͆̂͒̏ͅm̶̨͍̯͇̖̄́͌̏̔̑̔̀̓̐͋͂͘y̴̧̭̙̮̳͔̬̳̭̜̭͎̪̖͈̹̣̰͗̅̎͋̍̆̀̔̈͂̒̊͐̀̈́̎͘͘ ̴̢̧͉̣͕̺͎͈͖̦̩͉̘̒̽͂͑̈́̈͑̎̒̇̃̈́͐͐̈́̚͘g̸̛͎̓̽̇͝a̷̢͉̪̙͈̬̣͈̦͓̍̔̌̓́̽̕͜m̵̫͉͍̿̇̌͐̈̍̀̅̕͝e̸̡̨̡̛̻̣̲͔̗̙̠͓̞͖̭̥͚̟̠͌́͑͐̈́̃͐̚͜ş̸̛͙̗͓͈̙̱̬̗̞̼̩͂̐̀̑̆͋̂̌͋̍̀̄̽̓͂͒ ̸̡̬͓̩̦̙́̆̈͛̋́̿͌̏͑̋ḅ̷̧̢͔̭̲̥͍̟͔͇͖̗͊͌̌̍̓͜͜͝ͅe̵̢̼̬͓̠̜̯̱̠̣̯͉͚͋̀͊̀͜ͅf̶̛͕̞̱̈́͛ͅǫ̸̹͇̠̙̺̝̼͋̽̐̀̃̈́̆͂̃̋̏̇ͅŕ̴̫̳̲̐e ̵̢̦̰̯͑́̓̽͆͌͂̀̅̃͆̏̋̔̂̅̽͘ ̷̡̢͍̳̮͇͇̩̹̩̩̖̫͙̱̜̄̔͌̽̽̓̇̓̉̉̊͌̏̕͜͜͝ͅr̴̨͙̹̦͙̝̻͇͇̣͇̹͑̊̅͊̎̽̓̃̓̉͛̄i̶̧̝̲̪̺̫͕͖͍͖̩̺̔̈ͅg̵͔͙̮̽̽͌̓̓͋̑̉̌̒̓͊̚͠h̵̖̠̥͚̘̹͉̞̼́̑͜t̷͕́̈͌́̀̋ͅ!?̵͎̖̾͊̈́͂̏̑̈́͛̋̒̎̌̋͑͛̓̑̅̕ ̶̬̗̋̾̒̑̆̓̿͐̍͂̂̇̌́́Ś̵̕̚â̴͈̝̤̩̭̫̞̺͉̻͙̱͍͖̖̹̆̄̂̊̆̎̕ͅn̸̹͇̩̽͛̿̽͗ḑ̵̯̯͈͙̬̜̮͔͙͈̩̞̺̉͌̀͌̓̃̊̃́͑̋̈͑̌̿͜͝y̵̛͙̹͗̓͗͊͝ ̸̨̞͇͚͎͚̥̞̮̺̹̥͇̫̇͆̈̈́͆̋͌̿́̀̐͘̚͜͜͠L̶̪̳͈̯͙͖̬̯̠̺͎͍̟̃̎̇͑̉̃̇̓̅̈́͌̌̕͜a̵̛͎̠͛̏̌̏̈́͑̔̕̚n̴̡̩̺̯͔̘͈͍͇͍͙͕͙͌̊̓̂̏̑͂̐͌̋͗̕d̶̨̧̡̢̜̱̱̪̮̄̾̎̋̅̄͘͜͜͝,̵̢̝̠̖̜̩̞̬̩̦͈̱̖̬̤͎̑̿͋͛͒̈́̑̀̄͊͘͘͜͝͝ ̸̧̛͎̤̻̱̬̮̔C̷̡̢̢̨̣̲̘̜̮͇̼͈͍͎͕̞̭̈́̽ͅͅh̵̗̥͕̹̠͙̳̩͓̲͇̩̲͈̉̀̈́̏̿͊̈̿̂é̶̛̪͖̬̖͓̥̙̻̦͚̖̔̍͌̑̀͋͂͆͋̊̎̒̈́̚͠s̸̘̻̞̲͚͍̖̗̤̥̗̜͈͉̭̲̓̾͗̽̔́̽̊̄̚͜ŝ̸͙̹̼͕̤̫̫̟̈͋̌͆͋̀̕͝͝͝,̵͎̟̞̬̃̿͐͑̌̔̈́̒͆̓̇͂́̽͜͝ ̴̢̧̠͓̰̘̖̺̻̤̠̲̼͇̗̈̀̑̕͝͠ͅC̴͋̓͗̒͂̋̐͗̽̇͛͆̓̂̇͜ṟ̶̼̜̹̉͗̉̚e̸̢̢̫̼̫͖͎̲͍̭̞̳̳͎̫͈̽͗̈́̅͐͒̏̉͒a̴͉̩̤͆͒̓̾͋͂̑͊͛̏̆͘̚͝m̸̧̡̧̥̻̬̲̼̖̲̖̪̼̭̺̾͆͂̇͌͆͝͝ͅ ̷̧̜̥͉̭͍͎͚͎̭̞̽̎̆̐̀̅͛̈C̸͔̩̦̺͖͂̊͗̓a̴̪̘̹̺͈̠̭͎̣̣͉̣̤̪̼̳̘͒̿̈͜p̴̛̛̳͎͇͔̫̞̺̫̽́̅̊̀͊͘̕͝ỉ̴̦̮͍̅̀ͅţ̴̢̧̢̡͍͎̘͎̹̻̱̣̯͖͉̓̔͌͜ã̷̛̱̘͖̿̂͐̑̌̋̔̈́͗̇̾͝͝l̷̡̨̠̖͉̹̺͈̲̮̰̋̊̿̒͗̄̈́̾̈́͐̚i̶̢̪̹̭̺̜̱̬͚̅̇̿̾͋̆̃̍̍̅ś̶͖͇͚̮̭̖̝̰̙͙̟̙̘̓̓͜t̶̙̰̘̫͇́̔̾́̂͐̀̇̽̋͐͠!̴̨͙̪̺̙͙̰̬̯̥̜̺̲͙͙̥͉̓̈́͆̂́̈́͆̐̀̑͜͜ ̶̡̖̯̳̳̘͉̗̺̼̗̖̈́͑͠Ä̵́̎̉ḻ̶̦̪͙̹̟̝̀́̓̒̓̈̌̌̄̆̔̓̓̅ļ̶̡̗̦̥̤͔̻̲̝̣͍̗̞͖̳̆̎͐̉̒̌̿̅̎͛̇̌̂̋́̈́͘̚͝ͅ ̸̠̖̊͋͐̿́̄̈͌̑̀̾́̓̓̆̑̆̉͘ỏ̵̧̢̟͓̯̞̦̟̤̰̞͊͛̀̑̀͜f̵̡̤͙͙́̏͑̈̀ ̷̬̗̮̮͕̫̪̲̯̲̭͈͚̰͕͑̀͐͗̋̈̓̀͜ͅį̵̢̛̤̥̣͎̯̑̅́̾̓͌̍̏̀͋ṯ̶͉̺̝͓͓̥̣͍̰̣͍̮͍̣̲́̓͛͊̍!̵̺̿͆̇̐̿̑͊͘̚̚ Ỹ̴̞̮͎̓̀̔ö̵̟̜̫͔͔͎́͛̑͋̇u̷̳̲͙̦̹͓̹̽̌̀̌͘ ̸̝̝̯̱̫̮̪͙̑͂̍͒̎̕͝͠c̶͍̲̑́̀͝a̵͈͉̟̗̐̔̍̕͜ṅ̸̛̥̓̂̚ ̴̭̭̝̜̭̘̺͂͒͊͌̕c̶̠̖̟̫̎́̔̓͑͛̾̀ö̶͍̙͉͇͎͚͔́͆̒̂n̵̺͎͉̭̑̑̕͜f̸̛̯̙̻̱̯̐̔͋͂̾́͋į̴̩̟͉͙̻͗̈́ŗ̶͇͓̈́͂͑͘m̴͈̰͍̤̓͜͝ ̶̨̹͋͒͘h̵̛̰̘͖̻̹̬́̏͌̊̂̅̊o̸̱̘̝͊̾̄͋̆̌̽w̵̪̙̰̰͆ ̴̗̽͜c̴̞͇͕̻̿̂̇r̵̢͈̭̥̥͚͋͛͋̐̒̐á̶́̀̎̄z̸y̷̔͆̒̾̓ ̴̡̎̉̃̑͘h̵̛̟̯̩̺̹̙́̿̔ȩ̶̨̥̬͔͈̥̀̀͛̓͘͝ ̴̟̬̑͌̀s̴͍͒͌où̵͓̱̳̤͕̻̒̽̃n̵͉̬̒ds̷̹̪̮̱̣͕͐̄͜͝

( @showstopper-homeowner)

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Chess is real. Sandyland and Cream Capitalist... aren't.

Lee rubs the back of his neck, wincing as he rubs against a small circle scar on his neck.

But... That's neither here or now. I... I'm trying to, undo this. I'm no coder, but surely I can fix this... I have to. I hate seeing you guys like this.

[glitch-parker]

B̴̹̩̣̪̏̌̾͐̈͘̕̕͘-̶̛̭̲̦̦̿̏̀͋͐͆͘͠͝͠ ̸͙̼̦̗͋́̌̐͂͌̾b̸̥̲͕́͐̍̓̚͜u̶͇͔̭̣̖̿̈́̿̾̐͗̂̽̓͜t̷̙̾̍̓̈́̐̾̊͋̂͝͠ ̵̛̦̤͕̜͇̩͖̀̋̇̓͒̾͋ͅͅẃ̵̫͚̱̘̊ę̶̛͊̓̏̿̈́͂́ ̶̥͖͈̰̩̟́̀̎̓́̑͆̌͆̑͝p̵̖̩̻̤͇͎̪̗̀͑́̉͂̂́̕͝͝ĺ̴̨̧̳͉͔͇̞̖̘̥͛͋̈́͑̈́̔̚͜͠å̴̛̤̗̲̼̺͒́͆̽y̸̨͉̥͎͉̙̩͎̗̒̏̍̚̚̕͜ͅ ̸̧̘̠̫͇͐i̷̡͙͈͚͒̐͌̇̆̎̀ţ̸̢̧̪̥̰̦̱͕͉̟̟͐́̃̊͑̇͑͆͝͝͠ ̷̲͇͊̈̍̾͘t̶̢̩̼́̏̽͆̋̄́̑͘o̶̙͖͂̃ͅǧ̵̯͎̪̬̘̣̲̮͈͗̄̍͝ḛ̵̡̡̦͕̟͚͈̹̙̐̐̀̓̈́́͌̑t̴̛͙͙̫̙̀͛̀̏͂̒͊̚͝͠h̶̉͆er̸̳͖̩̠͔̆͒̽̄͂̈́͛͂͝!̸̨̨̀ ̶̪͉͉̬̤͕̘͛T̶̠̳̜̰͚̆͗̍̉͆͜h̵͎̏̐̓̅ǎ̶̛̞t̴͗̔̋̔̂̆̈́̆͝-̷̎͋̎ ̷̬̄̈́̈͂̅̆̿̚t̵̨̧̤̪͙͈̺̹̘̱͉̟̀̆͑̈́̓̅͊̾̚̕ḥ̷̝́̋̀̒̅̈́̕͜ͅa̷̰̻̩̗̹̹͉̥̝̟̋̐̔̌̌̀̈́͛̊͊͋͜͜t̴̯̱̾̑̾ ̵̨̖͇̥͇̖͕͓̫̗̝͓́́́͊͛̎̈́̔̿͘͝ḧ̵̢̧͖̻̲̘̥́̋͑̀̆̑̽̍͛̀͠ö̴̘̱́̿́̀̌̒̎͊̀͗̚ͅw̸͖̑̈́͐͜ ̸̨̨̞̗͙̀̔̉̀̈́w̵̢̜̬̦̄́͘͜e̵̘̣͕̟̙̩̤̅͜͝'̵̧̖̟̹̲̔͝v̶̩͍̈́́̄̐̌͘ę̸͇̲͓̝͍̬͍̠͗͆̏̉̈́̓͝ͅ ̸̨͍̜̮͖̝͔͈̪̘̰̖̇͊͌̒̇͂̃̅ḅ̵̈̒̔̀̅̋͗e̴̩͚̲̩̻̻̒̉̀͛͛̆̕͜͜c̸̛̼͈̖̱̞̗̱̻͐̽̋̑́͂̈́̏̓̐͝o̶̡̧̟̝̲̫̮̤̜̟͍̽̈́͗́̏͆̑͛̑ͅm̵̻̞̉͋͂͊́͒͌̚͝ė̴̦͍͕̳͎͔̩͑́͘̕͝͝ ̶̡̛̬͈̱͉̤͔̣̋͒̽̆͂̀͝b̷̩̭̺͖͆̽̈́ę̷̨͓̲̳̳͚̞̣̟͎͂̿̽̾̆̊̀̚͜s̵̨͂ţ̷̻̄̄́͗̄̿͛̆͐e̴̛̙̬̓̎͗͆̽̒ͅs̶ f̴̧̛̳͇̟͔̼͎̩̬̜̹̀̓͜ö̴̘̱́̿́̀̌̒̎͊̀͗̚ͅ ̴̧̞͉̦̘͚̦̹̠͊͆̾f̴̧̛̳͇̟͔̼͎̩̬̜̹̀̓͜r̸̨̛̖̪̳̪̠̱͖̘̬͊̿̄̅̀̐͑̒̿͘͜ͅi̶̦̗̣̘͙̅̌́̒̿ê̸͉̞̱̬̫̟̺̩͜͝ň̷d̵̰͉̩͐̉̃̏̒́̋̆̓̐̀s̸̰͌̑̄̾̈́̏̈̈͑̀̔͠!

̵̨͍̹̳̹͉͋͆̒́̍ͅW̷̧̠̜̱̲̣̘̼̣͊̕e̴͎͕͕͓̘̰̰̎́̓̒͒ͅ ̵̼̻̫̘̐̓͑͋͜ͅp̵̨̨͕͎̫͈̠̞͕̬̱̄̑ͅl̵̒̎́͒͊a̸̪̱͗̈́̍̓̑̌̉̄̑͑͘͝y ̴͖̟͚͉̩̰͓̮̀̈̉͜ẗ̴͙̘̻̝͕̹͓̞͇́͛̄͠͝ĥ̵̞͔̘̫̻̥̻̎͒͒̆̌̚o̶͖͎̙̺̲̺̻̠͈̝̰̔̀́̇̒̽̓̎̀͋̅s̶͍̣̐̈̃ę̶̜̹̣̫̭̜̬͓̿̄̇͘͠ ̵͚̀̒̉̑͑̚ͅt̵̡̨̞̒̇͂h̶͚͙̎͆̕̚͜r̸͇̖̜͈̚ee̵̛̺̘͉̳̣͖͕̮̥͌̂̋ ̶̞͇͆̋̚͝ͅg̶̨͍̘̫̩̝͉͔̥͚͍̿͆͛̎͂͐̕͝ą̵̤͙̪̪͎̼̟̮̼̮̓͊̋̓̔̈́͗̓̉̐̕͝m̷̼̻̥̮̬̦̾̔̃̅̓̃̄̿͊͋̓͌e̸̼͕͌̿̎̋̈s̵̛̖̻̀̌̂͜ ̵̦̤͎͇̳͚̙͚̠̹̻̈́̏͂ą̸͉̻͖̞̿ņ̴͉̰͛͑͂̉́͌̕̕ḋ̶̼̤̽̍̓̂̓̅̓ ̵̨̉͛͒̏̾̓́ŗ̸̜͔̗̩̈́̌̃̽̌̎̄̈́̑̈́͠͝ͅờ̴̬͎̤͖͔̝̼͉̃̍̈́̂͆̀͒̇̚͜ͅll̵̨̡͔̹̲̳͙̣̳̬̠̣̀̆̈̚ ̸̹̱̜̯̪̀͂̒́̀́̀ ṫ̶̟̼̬̬̜͉̯̀̎̆͊̍͝͝h̷̟̗̣͇̲̭̰̏ě̴̡̩̮͙̲̏̅͋̎̍̀́̇ ̴̛͔̯͕͙̹͗̅͊̈́̔͆͌̑͝ḏ̸̢̛̭͕̱̺̬͍͚̔ͅi̷̤̟̩̫̰̗̩̜͗̀̅̇͗͊ͅc̸̡͖̮̦̼̲̠̔̎̌ë̵̜͚͎̈!̸̤͓̝͖͈͚̭͔̀̎͛͛̄͋̾͘͠͠ ̴͔̠̥̘̼̘̈́͑̇̾̍̂̀́͝͠Ţ̴̝͖̼̼̂ͅh̶͉̬̓̉̊̈̈́̀͂̂̒̚ä̸̖͖̣́̔̌͝ţ̶͓̝̱̠̱̉͒̑ş̶̢̛̰̗̻̪̻̭͈̼̮̞̇̅̊̒͒̉́̆̉̇̑ ̶̧̡̰͕͍͈̰͑t̵͓̾̈́͆͊̂͋̐͐̚͝h̸̺̆̿̐͆̓̉͂͑͘e̷͍͂̃́̀̈́̂͌̾̚ ̴̩̦̰̘̥̲̙̺͓͓̄̔̃̎̎Ȓ̷̨̟̟̙̟̗̖͕̀̇̕͜Ứ̷̛̫͉̜͖̱͙͆̈̄̃̎̀͝͠͝L̴̼̘̞̞̬̯̠̦͎͇̙͙̒̓̑͐̏Ẹ̷̤͕̭͔̪͋̉͌͑͝S̷̢̠͓̱̊̔͂͗̉̀̓ͅ!̶̼̘̺̼̼͕̟̑̂̿̒͐̑͒͝ͅ ̴̣̮̹̽̇̇͆Ỉ̷̡̛͖̰͓̰͖̲̦͛̕f̵̞̙̳̬̟̟̩͍̼̙̱͈́̾̏̄̓̕̕ ̶̧̡̛͖̻̙̗̙̠̠̰̹͇̔̽̌͑̔̌́͘t̷̮̮͙̘̙̘̼̝̫̩̩̠̋̊̑͑͒h̴̤͍̥͔̹̭̼̥́͜ḛ̸̞͚͙̮̗̬͈̫̗̮̈́̄̔̒̓͆̈́̐͒͑̕͝ý̸̜͖͍̹͔̞̺̜̦̬̓̀̃͜ ̷͍͍͉̈́̋̆͐́̕͝d̷̢̢̛̟̝͈͔͚͙̾̇̄̿͆̔̍̊͆͒͜i̸̦͗͛͊̈́̀̒͠ḑ̸̛̤̣̣̮̍́̚n̶͎̠̼̉͒̓̕'̶̧̧̗̌̎̀̓̇́̆͝t̷̛̫̭͂͛̓͆ ̵̲̓͜͝ę̸̧̖̠͕͇́̆̐̓͐͑̈́̈́͜x̸̩̭̳̪̱̖͓͎̠̲̫͐̌̅͂̃̔̐̚͘͝͠ī̶͚̝͍̖͕̤͕̳̯̦̙̥s̴͔̘̝̱͍̑̿̈́̔̎̓̓̃̀́͘͝t̸̯͙̫͎͈͕̯͉͙̗͙͂̀̆͝ ̷̡̈̐̉t̸͕̳͎̩̟͙̱̜̼̠̒̈̓̿̒̔̓̈́͐̕h̷͕̰̪͖͉̩̻̭͛̋͊͒̏̐̋̔͌̈́̕͠ȅ̷̟͋͆̉̈́̍ỳ̵̱̟͓́́́͛́̽́̕͝͝ ̴̡̙̰̤̖̥̼̝͙̒̆̃͌̄͛̈́͛̑̆̾͜͝ẅ̵̨͖̘́͠ȏ̸͓͉̱͓͍̟͆̎̀u̴̘͎͚̻͑̀̾͂́͌͐͛̒l̶̛̩͍̗̖̬͈̥̗͔̻͔̹̿̀͑͛̅̽̂̊̅ḑ̵͚̪̲̄̒͋̀͂̏͊̓̀̉͜ ̶̭͉̖͚̆͛͂͌̐̃́͆͑͘̕͠b̷̼̼̤̫̤̄͗͒̍̑ę̶̻̲̭̰̗͍͍̱̻͖̹̾͆̓̇͝ ̵̦̗̞̀̿̿̈́̂͒̆̄̄̈͝n̵̛̦̬͓̙͚̲̟̣̟̞̣̉͆͋̇̃͘̚͝͝͝o̶̡̡̡̙̖̰̭̔͗-̷̧̯͇̩̹͍̱̜̜͐̅̒̏̆̿̋̆̍̑̕

̴̨̢̥̲͎̮̗͉͖̻̬͍͐̓̎̈́͊͒̆͒͌͋̈́N̶̘̳͖̮͛̆́̊̂̈̓͑͊o̵̧͖̪̪̍̄̂̄͆̈̈́͜͝ ̴̖̖͕͍͔̥̯̊͋́ͅŗ̷̖͓̙͇̠͍̓͆́̒̒͂̿́͒͘͝͠ủ̶̧̧͚̱̼͇̹͇̫̳͉l̷͍͑̋̀̔̽̓͠e̵̛̫̬̻̼̹̣͚͔̘̾̓͑̓́̈̆͋͋́s̷̢̧̯̜̺̼͊̏̋̽̀̐͜͝!̸̙͍̺̠̰̮̿̔͗̽͠͠͝͝..

[deactivated-blog]

I... Made choices. Pressed buttons.

// i pressed the buttons

Shut up.

// damn okay

[glitch-parker]

Ţ̴̳̩̫̝̝͕̒̀̐͆̎͌̆͂̒͝ḧ̶͖̔͋͛̋ę̵̪̲͎͚͙̜̼̩̦̊.̷̡̧̖̠̬̙͕̟̰̈̈́̆͒͊.̴̻͋́͛͒͆̎̓̃̚.̶̪̯̞͕͈̼͍͖̝̺͐͆gã̸̧̧̺̱m̶̢̩̘̤͙͙̮̹̾ͅe̷̥͇͒̽̈̽̈́̽̅̓͘s̴̢͓̥̥̼̼̿̄͒̈́ ̷̞͚̪̲̙̙͕̐̃̈́̋̀̚d̸̡̛̖̹̼̖͕̉̀̓̃̋̌͐͘̚į̶̣̙͎͙̻̇̅̅̎́̒̍͐d̴̥͊̀̀n̴͚̬͓͕̞̭̘̻̤̓̿̃̽̋̑̕'̷̗̫͙͛t̴̞̙͇͕̫̯̯́̈́̈͜ ̸̞̭͎͕̱̲̻͕̝̊͛͒̈́͛̍͘̕̕͠h̷̡͙̱͎͙́̆̋͝a̸̧͐̋̈́̈́̌͋́̚v̶͔̬͇͑̇͋̉͂ḛ̵̬͚̜͂́͒͛̆ͅ ̵̞̅̔̉̀͂̾b̴̗͛̍̈́ȕ̴͓͙̜͖̋̕ẗ̸̢̮͖̭̲̽͐͊͘ẗ̸̯́̀̔͆̒̑ó̴̡̖̬̠̝̲̝̘̓̆̕ň̷̡̜̼͔̯͔̻̈́̒s̶̱̣̘̑.̷̰̾̈́..̷̰̾̈́

[deactivated-blog]

Yeah, but the game I'm playing,

Lee gestures around the house.

Does have games.

[glitch-parker]

.̶̨̟͑̽̽͋͆̿͆ͅͅ.̵̇̌̈́́. ̶̫͉͓͎͍̳̰͔͛̂̈́͆̎̓͌̅̂͒̚W̵̢̧̼̰̫̜̟̘̟̭͖̝͕͍̫͌̓̒̉̍ḩ̸̛̳͚̳͙̥͔̫̳̈́̒̾́̌͗̽ą̵̻̲̺͈͍̗̥͉̮̹̓͒̏́ͅt̴̺͈̝̮͈͉̗̦͚̝̻͊̋͋̀͛̾̀̐̑̊?̴̛̦̦̝͇̩̯̣̞͇̑̎̚

*He quickly looks around*

[deactivated-blog]

// DAWG throw me we said games instead of buttons

Motherfu- Buttons. Sorry. Misspoke. But, uh... You can't see them from your end.

[glitch-parker]

...̵̜̩̇̌̈́́̌͊̿̇́̚͠͝

W̵̢̧̼̰̫̜̟̘̟̭͖̝͕͍̫͌̓̒̉̍ḩ̸̛̳͚̳͙̥͔̫̳̈́̒̾́̌͗̽ą̵̻̲̺͈͍̗̥͉̮̹̓͒̏́ͅt̴̺͈̝̮͈͉̗̦͚̝̻͊̋͋̀͛̾̀̐̑̊?̴̛̦̦̝͇̩̯̣̞͇̑̎̚

*It didn't help his confusion*

[glitch-parker]

(( @showstopper-homeowner hello?))

[deactivated-blog]

// ack! so sorry, we've been so busy >.<

...I, uhm. Don't know how else to describe it...

[glitch-parker]

*He's not satisfied with that answer. He tries to think of something to say, but he can't he curls back against the wall again holding his head. he was muttering something but the glitching made it too hard to tell*

[deactivated-blog]

Parker...?

Lee crouches down to Parker's level, concern all across his face.

I-I know it's a lot to process...

[glitch-parker]

*He seem to keep muttering until Lee said the last part where he stopped. He looked up feeling betrayed processing it was all true. All of it. His glitching got worse obscuring him completely. He presses himself closest to the wall he could his voice was loud, yelling, but impossible of what. Despite Lee only being at his level and not touching Lee's body started to glitch. It was mild not painful but not pleasant*

[deactivated-blog]

Lee pulls himself away from Parker, panic visible in his eyes.

Parker!

He searches around for his phone, trying to access the settings. If he could use that to bypass into the code, surely he can-

A glitch wracks up Lee's own arm as he tries to press the settings button on his phone.

Ow...

Lee shakes off the glitch, glaring at his phone. His computer might have better luck, then...

I-I'm gonna fix this, Parker. I'm going to take care of the glitches. I promise.

He dashes out of the attic and downstairs towards the attic. He has so much to fix and so little time to fix it. Lee doesn't know how much worse the glitching could get, but it could get real bad real quick.

[glitch-parker]

*the glitching on Lee's body stops when he gets away from Parker. Parker only hear the hurry steps leave the attic. His vision blurred from the glitching mess. Everything hurts that it started to numb. He quietly said something but not moving much.*

// Should... Should I do something?... Lee just bailed on us....

( @nat-20-on-perception yes we're back and still doing this)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance hums, responding to you.]

Lee isn’t bailing, they’re… trying to help. They have a method that… that me and Holly are against. Maybe… you can give Parker something to comfort him a bit? All of the mods seem to be able to do that, so… maybe you can try? I’ll do what I can too, since all of that glitching has to be painful…

[Chance looks at Parker, his voice soft as he reaches out, putting a hand where he could only assume was Parker’s shoulder.]

Parker? Can you hear me?

[glitch-parker]

*Parker heard everything. Even before Chance started to talk to him. He didn't want to question what or who he was talking to. Probably a voice, a voice that wants to comfort him at least perhaps if he wasn't feeling so bad he would be grateful. He doesn't do anything for a moment before looking up. It was impossible to tell from all the glitching which was spreading to chance a bit from being in proximity. The glitches just kind of move to giving the vague idea that he was looking at Chance along with some glitchy words as some sort of reply.*

//I don't exactly know what to do tho or how to comfort him. The most I know how to do is mess with his code I doubt pausing him for another month would help any))

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance just smiles. Even if he can’t hear Parker’s reply, it was a good sign that he was trying]

I need you to breathe, okay? Try to calm yourself, and… I’ll be right here with you. I’m sure Lee will come back up here eventually with something that can help in some way, even if it’s just temporary. Once you’re calm, you… can ask me any question you have. Even if I don’t have an answer, I’m sure those little voice friends of ours will have something they can tell me that will help me answer you.

[glitch-parker]

*He hugs his knees closer curly more into himself. He says something*

//sorry to disappoint but I'm not too sure what I can do... Cupid! It's been a while since you were in the conversation do you have ideas?))

(*She has absolutely no shame putting them on blast even almost seeming like they're expecting an answer return despite this being rude*)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance laughs a bit, before sitting closer to Parker.]

I’m right here, okay? Just breathe.

//Oh! What about uhhh-

[After a moment, there’s some flowers in the room, mostly near Parker.]

//Boom! A bunch of bright flowers to try and make him happy!

[Chances voice is a whisper as he looks over to where he can see the two eyes representing the mods.]

Will that even work-?

//Of course it will! And if I find he has a favorite, I’ll find a way to put more of those!

okay-

[Chance clears his throat, looking at Parker to see if it helped.]

[glitch-parker]

*Parker doesn't seem to notice the flower at all but the flower definitely reacts to Parker as the flower glitchs very heavily. Parker says something to Chance still unaware he's not being heard*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance sighs softly]

Parker, I… can’t hear you. That’s why I’m trying to help you calm down, so that I can hear what you’re telling me.

[Chance picks up one of the flowers instead, showing it to Parker.]

These are- these are from one of the voices, the one I call Cupid. Apparently the really like flowers-

[glitch-parker]

*The glitching on the flower now starting to spread to Chance even getting closer to Parker seems to make it worse for both of them as well but it doesn't seem to spread more than where it is. He seems to see the object but he didn't react. His blurry vision made it hard to see, and when he try to focus it hurt his head. He started to put his head back down. Parker tries to say something at a higher volume.*

//at least you tried. More than I can say I can do right now...)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance winces at the glitching, but he doesn’t let himself react too much. Instead, he reaches to try and hug Parker.]

It’ll be okay, okay? Try to breathe with me, I’m with you, I’ll help.”

//Yeahh- maybe it’ll help more once he’s less glitchy-

[glitch-parker]

*He shuts up when he feels the embrace. The glitching was all over Chance now almost as bad as Parker's but less obscuring yet he seems to cling to Chance. Hugging back tightly*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance winces again, but he doesn’t let go. Not when he can tell it’s helping. He doesn’t make an attempt to talk, knowing words couldn’t do much when you couldn’t understand the person you were helping. So he just holds onto Parker.]

[glitch-parker]

*After a moment he can hear his rugged glitching breathing. After a few deep breaths his glitching seems to lessen intern also doing the same for Chance still hurting but a little less now.*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance offers a little smile, talking quietly. His voice glitches a bit, but it’s understandable at least.]

S̴͉̀e̸̊ͅè̶̹?̵̟̇ ̴̢͝Y̶̩̆o̶̺̔ȗ̵͜’̵̧͒ṟ̵̊e̶̡̒ ̸̝͝o̷̳̿k̴͉͒ặ̴y̶̛̱.̴̼̽ ̵̩͒I̵̱͗’̸̼̇m̴̰̓ ̶̳͐h̵̠͗é̶͍r̵̢͂e̷͉̓ ̷̱͐w̶͖͝i̷̯̊t̴͉̑ẖ̶͝ ̸̻̇ỳ̴̘o̶͍̒u̴̝͆.̴̖̅

//This is actually pretty sweet.

[glitch-parker]

*He doesn't say anything back still hugging. Since he was more visible now Chance could see Parker look at him with glitchy eyes then going back to burying his head into his shoulder. After a sec Chance felt something else not the glitching, not his face, but something wet, tears. A lot of them. It almost seemed like he was crying before, but you couldn't tell because of the glitching*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance juries softly and holds Parker tighter, hugging him close and whispering quietly. His voice seemed to come out clearer when he spoke quieter.]

it’s okay, you can cry. I’m right here.

[glitch-parker]

*He sniffles a little but doesn't seem to cry more quickly wiping it on his shoulder before he giving a heavy sigh. Breathing deeply.*

Ṃ̸̢̢̻͙̗̠͚͒͛͂̐͑̏̒̋͆͐͊̃́͌́̿̋̋͑͝ẏ̵̢̛̪̰̭͍̜̪̙̞͙̱̓̐́͆̏̕͘͜ ̶̢̡̣̬̙̺̪͓̙̣̻͇̊͗͊̈́̾̄̒͐̕͜͠ͅh̵̨̧̛̦̲̲͍̜̺͙̝̱̫̬̺̐͗͒͑̓͗͒̾̈́̊̑͑̈́̚̚͝ͅe̶̻̙̩͈̺͊͗͂͗̅̌́̄ą̷̹̭̫͉̼̥̪͇͖͙͍̓̑̑̑͐̑̔̈́́̾̑̎̈́͝ͅḍ̵̛̛̛̖͙̺̙̟̜͕̝̻͍̹̪̻̈̆̐̋̇̆̄̀̃͝ ̵̢̝͎̰̙͎̩̱̙̫̝̫͇̪̣͎̲̻͔̦͕̒͋͗͒̇̈̆̅̃̋̅̂́̀̔̎͂̏̈́͌͘͜͠ḩ̶̡̢̛͖̰͎̜͈͎̦̣̦̰͍̘̦͉͉͔͇̬̿̽̌̀̂̐͑̄̈́́̔̑͑̓̉́͗̔̀̚͠ͅu̷̩̭̫͖̱͇̘̇̀̎͗̈̌͛r̵̢̡̠̲̦͙͕͍̬̩͚̍̾͗͆̅̊̎̽̄͆́͒̎̑͌̽̚͜͜t̶̘̖̥̙͚̺̮̞̯̼̮͖̫̤̜͒͂̒ş̴̛͉̤͚̬͈̦́̒̓̏͋̔̆̎̏͆͘̚͝͝.̴̩̮̓͛͋̍̇̅̊̐͊̀̊̈̽̎̚͝.̷̧̧̬̒̀̏̀̚.̸̧̖̜̥̗̝̖͔̳̫̝̂̾͆̅͑̔̑͂

*He lets out a groans*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance nods.]

I̵̖̕ṯ̸͊’̷̦̉s̴̤̑ ̸̪̑ḡ̸̮ó̴͍i̷̠̊ṅ̷̺g̷͙͠ ̸̛ͅt̸̨̂ó̸ͅ.̴͑ͅ ̵͚͘W̷͔͑ỉ̴̬t̷̳͛h̴̛̜ ̷̱͗w̴͙͌h̸̢͌a̷̻͛ṭ̶͗ ̷̪͋m̶̪͠ę̶̇ ̸̝̇a̵̦͝n̴̥̓ḋ̴̙ ̶͖̅L̷̮͝e̴̤̒e̷͎͑ ̸̨͋ẗ̷̜́o̵̞͂l̵̀͜d̴̪͊ ̵̬͌ẙ̶̜ó̵͜u̷̡͠,̴̟͋ ̷̙̔a̴̻͊n̵͖̊y̵̰̾ ̴͇́m̵͝ͅe̷̋͜n̸͎̄ṱ̶̊i̶̗͋ò̶͉n̴̲͛ ̴̨̆ȯ̴̲f̴̱́ ̸͇͋i̷͇͆ẗ̴̲́ ̴͎̾c̶̖̑à̸̹u̶͠ͅs̴͓̈́e̷̙͒s̴̺̑ ̴̠͝h̸͉̓e̵̢̋a̴̞͠d̴̗̍ä̶̝́c̸̢̄h̴̛̳ë̸͉́s̴̡̉.̷̠̀ ̶̤̇I̸͇͠…̴̩̃ ̶͙͝f̷͚̿ỏ̸̼ŕ̵͈g̸̦̾o̸̱͝t̶̜̓ ̸̛͕a̸̝̚b̶͍̎ȯ̴̢ṷ̷͊t̶̰͑ ̷̜̈t̷̨͐h̵̢̀ȁ̶͇t̷̙̓ ̴̧̔w̶̤̉h̷̖͗ë̸̡n̵̥̐ ̸̳́I̶̩͊ ̷̱̕w̵͇̒a̷͖̒ṣ̵̛ ̸̟̔t̶̙̐ě̴̱l̸̜̈ḷ̶̇i̶͓͌n̷͑͜g̴͕̑ ̷̏ͅy̵̝̒ó̷̝u̸͎͘.̴̲͐ ̴̤̒T̵̳̊h̵̲̓e̵͇̔y̶̖͂’̷̜̓l̴̪̉l̵̮̈ ̵̞̎g̶̦͒o̴̞͆ ̷͓́a̴̤͝w̸̩̌à̸̱y̸̘̔ ̸̝̓š̶ͅo̵̜̾ǒ̵̝ǹ̶͇,̸̠͗ ̵͖͐Í̸̠ ̴̗͆ṗ̷̜r̸̺͌o̶͈̚m̴̳͒i̶͈̕s̴̪̚ę̶̆.̶̬̈́ ̶̳͝T̸̢̃h̷͎̃e̴̛̜ỳ̷̳ ̸̪̌n̵͔̂e̶̼͊v̴̞͗ę̶̃r̴̩̐ ̶͖͠s̴̝͘t̶̼̿a̷͓̿y̴̜̅ ̸̜͠f̵̹̈́o̶̢̔r̶̹̽ ̴͈̌l̸̞̉ô̷̺ń̴̞ġ̸̳

[He offers a comforting, almost sheepish smile.]

[glitch-parker]

Lee, dressed as Will Wood's Normal Album cover, heads up to the attic. He has a bright smile on his face and a bag of candy in his hands. As soon as he enters the attic, though, the bag of candy falls from his hands as he takes in Parker's glitching.

Parker!

He cries out, running towards Parker and grabbing his wrists. Lee flinches as the glitching spreads to his form, but he holds strong as he inspects Parker.

What happened? What's going on???

@showstopper-homeowner

*He sitting with Chance not expecting someone else to come in suddenly, to say he was startled would be an understatement he literally jumps back when Lee made contact which also got rid of the Lee's glitching and pain. Parker's glitching seem to spike for just a moment but then going back to how it was*

J̸̯̮͇̲̩̈͐͋̌̒̉̅͌̀̆͗͜͝é̶̢̝̙͚̱͕͉̫̘͇̖̜̠̹̐̇̐͛̅̀͛̆́͝͝ş̸̨̛̘̦̣̻̮̫̱̝̝̞̎̑̀͊͌͝͠͝͝ų̶͖̫͕̠̝̟͉̤͔̪́̈́͆̔̃́̏̎̐̏̕͜͝ș̷͓̬̣̭͚̫̳̀̓͐͐̄͐̍͂̏͛͌̕̚ͅ L̷̤͖̊̽̈́̏͗͝ȩ̶͕̹̮̯̀̿̽̋̏͝e̴̺̠̠͛!̴̝̭͉̫̝́̉̇

*He huffs out. He stared at Lee for a second seeming out of it as his mine tries to catch up with him remembering that huge mess of empty board games literally tossed around*

O̷̤̯̜̊̒̌͑̈́̈́̒̕̕͝h̶̨̳͎͉̠̾̀́͒̔̔̉̂͘ ̷̢̯͚̠̅́̽͑͝͠ǔ̷̢͉͚͈͚̳̪͍̝̞͓̱̀̊̓̈͝͝m̴̳͚͙͖̼̫̮͚̲̆̋̾̌̈͂͑̿̄̎̕͝ͅͅ-̶̢̳͕͍̠̘̟̣̻͖͑̾̀̑͊̈́̄ ̷̥̓̓͝C̷̡͔̦̏͌͒̀ȟ̴̢̬̘̺̲̻̼̺͈̠͜ǎ̶͈̋̉͂̈́̈́̾͋̂n̴̨͇̮͙͇̫̻̺̝͂̂c̶͔̜̻̀͛̀͗̎̽ę̶̟̦͙̗̮̖͕͍̝͖̭́̌͋̉͝ ̸̡̩̳͚͇̯̫̖͈̣̒̊w̶̮̭̫͕̗̮͘͝ā̸͎̯͕̻̜̀͗̈́̔̊͌̀̆́̃͜s̶͔̮̿ ̸͉͙̄̈̎̾̊̉͛̕͝h̴̙̜̼̳̮̎̏̉͂̓̅͑̀̚͝e̸̢͑ḽ̶͖͍̹̊́̈́͛͗̏̊p̸̘̞̩̘͓̯̰̠̪͈̺̊̄ ̶̲̠͔͚̜̱̞̜̲̻̱̏m̵̛̟̗͔͙̀͊̈́͊͑ë̴͍̫͉̲̦́̄̂̏͗̆̓͒͆͝ ̷̧̦͚̦̣͓͉̪͚̯́̌̈́͊̂͘͝ͅͅç̶̮̮̙͇͚̳̫̖͉̔͂͑̔͗͑̈̎̿͌ļ̶̨̘̰̖̹͙̥̪̗͌̓̆͜e̵̡͂͛̇͐̐̌͂̽a̶͔̥͕͆̅͂̃̉̇͝ͅn̷̛͈̯̲̞̯̻̭͛̈̃̈́̅͒̔̕ ̶̼͙̞̝̲̝̥̱̙̳͈͆͗̏͜ā̴̛̘̹̠͈̰̪̩͍̥̩̻̗̃̀͘ ̶̡̗̻̌̋̃͊̚ͅb̷̪̦̥̻͖̹̼͉͆̀i̸̙̰̥̻̲͂̀t̶̢̪̗̘͙̙̺̯̖̒!

*He lied not wanting to worry him since who knows if this was connected to glitches or not or whatever was happening. Unaware of the most obvious warning sign hi̸̧͈̠͂̊m̷̧̞̫͋̄̊s̶̯̲̄e̵̙͕̭̒l̵̺̻̽̈́f̸̨̏͑͂.*

[deactivated-blog]

I-I need to take care of this! Oh my gods, Parker, I didn't realize you were getting thid bad! If I had known earlier, I-

Lee was frantically pulling out his notebook and flipping to various pages, trying to find out where he put his research for staving off glitches.

You and Chance were cleaning? What did you come across? It might be related to the gliching.

// so sorry for the late reply... we were quite busy, hahah.

[glitch-parker]

Ooc: Nah your good))

*He was starting to panic a little bit making the glitching a little worse. Had he not been as good at acting like he was ok? What does he mean by getting worse?? And worst of all he felt like he had to fix it. Fix this whatever this was. Parker nonchalantly Yanks the notebook out of his hand. No glitching gets on the notebook tho*

H̸̞̥͗́̃͛͊͘͝e̷̛̳̻̭̖̣͚͚̳͈̖̪̳̒͆̽̊̈́͊͛͐̈́͝͝ͅẙ̸͕͇̠̝̺͂ͅ ̷̳̲̽͊͗̈́́̉̑̽̎͂̃̓͝ͅn̸͕̜̩̞͉̫̙̼͔̤̺̓̌̄̓͐̈́͠͝͠ͅo̸̡̯̲̣̠̩̐͛̓̈͝w̶̻̜͓͙͖̗͖̝̗̭͚͌, ̵̢̧̟̼̟̳̘̈́̓̿ͅT̴̢̨͇͇̭̝͖͓̓͂̓̉͂͋͋ḥ̸͖̤̻̭̇͐̐̊̾̐͐̆͛͋͘̕͝ȩ̴͕̮̼͙̣̘̼̼͕͍͍̀̀̏͐r̷̡̢͎̩̻͕̞̰̮͉̘͍̈́̇͠͝ẽ̷̯͇̟̣̜̟̖̪͒͊̔̇̃̓ͅ'̶̧̗͎̦͎̤̩̈̑͋͠͠ͅs̸̩̮͙͓͇̼̫̭̑̚ ̶̰͕̑̎̆͘͜n̶̠̭̱̍̈́̔̏̎̏̒͝ȏ̴͇́̃̓̑̊̆̏͠ ̴̛̭̘̼̭̪̲͇̿͋̅̔̓͛͛̓̋̓̋̃ͅn̸̨̨̢̥̩̲̝̼̤̼̻̄͌͒͊̇̂̆̿͘̚̚̚͝e̴̡̯̱̻͚͎̺͆͘ẻ̷̝̠̻̈́́̎̽̉̀̉̑̚͝d̴͕̜̦̲͉̪̻͙̀͜ ̷̧̛̻̖͓̻͇̮͂̎̇͋̐f̷̆̏̏ò̵̢̢̯͓̩͍̩̼̳̖͝ṛ̴̺̘͂ t̶͈̱̪͕̻͉̦̞̦̫̮̩̊͑̈́͗̑̅́̄̐̈́͠h̴̢̖̝̣̱̫̦̭̯͎̬̩̺̉͂͗̈́͒̎̅̕a̷̳̭̙̝͚͆̌̏͂̆͝t̸̡͚̜͚̹̯̲̼̦̱̂̀̿̈́̾̍͐̀́̐̈ͅ.̶̹͓́͒̈̔̈ͅ

Ň̵̞̭͋͋̌̇͆̅͝ó̶̢̱̪̝̗̤̬͒͒̂͝ ̶̨̨̛̭͔̖̳̒̌̊͌̿g̶̭̭͍̙̊̽̀̀͌̈́́́͑͊l̵̜͎͚̓̀͆̃͐̏̑̕i̵͈̞̰͔̺̲͑͐̆̇̽̑̚͜͠ͅt̷͚̮͖̭̱͖̜͓̰̾͒̓̒̃̕͠ͅč̴͇̱̝͖̞̳̄̀͐̑ḩ̷̨̲͖̝͎̳͓̖͝e̴̥̖̜͙̬̗̍̐̀͐̍̔̕̚͝͝s̷̢̧̥̣̟͔͖̍̾̌̉̿̅͗͑̎̏ ̷̠͉̗̠̔j̵̝̜̥͈̙͍̮͉͚͗̔́̃̓͗̓̽̈͜u̸̖̾ŝ̷̢͖͋̾͗̓̒̃͊̈̕t̵̨̢̯͍̭͓̤̫͕̯̑̅̃͝ ̵̘̹̲̔͋̐̋̌ͅc̷̨̣̰̤͓̮͈̥̙̙̐͊̀͋̃̕l̷̢͇̦̹̪̣̫̳͇̅͛ͅẽ̴̛̩̱͐͊̓͐́̀͝ä̴̛̯͕̣͎̣̣͕́͌̇͒̌̚̕͝n̸̤͎̦̦͂͐̐̽͋̂̚i̷̛͉͓̻̘͓͍͍̓̑̌̎͜n̵̢͓͔͓͎̆͗̊͌̎͗̊̈́͊͜͝ģ̷̧̡̯̙͚̞̖̮̑̎̌̊̔͂̇̽̇ ̷̰͔̼̪̤̾̌͒̈͋͌ͅả̵̠̗̱̮̮̅̉̉̉f̵̨̦̞̳͙̀̈́̐̚͜t̴̘̭̪̥̖̥̽̍ͅě̷̗͌̀̿̂̌̑̉ȑ̸̛̮̙̦͖̗͔̬̼̼̖̽͗̽́͛̈́̚ ̸̫͇͙̪͎̂̃́̏͐̈́͗͊̆ḁ̴̘͔̅̈͐̔ ̸̞̰̤͇͍͚̀̀̒͝ĺ̷̨̖̀̐̽̾͂̀́̋̿i̶̢̠̫̱͔̞̯̰̱͔͛ṱ̶̡͂̀͊͗͝͝ț̵̫̻̬̰́̍l̵̘̗̟͈̐̄́̄̔́̊̀̾e̴̝̘͌̿͌̅͋ ̵̯͆̈́̀͐́m̷̠̫̊̒̉̕ḙ̸̙̬̰̝͙̆͆s̶̰͙͉̯̃̂̇͝͠s̸̬̘̩̀̿͜.̷̼͕̥̖͎̩̦̞̗̒̈́͒̑̋̈́

R̶̯̝̭̥̹̠̺̳̮̣͑̉͊͌̒̍͠͝͠ì̴͔̯̈́̈̓̾̄̑͝g̵͖̮̰̍̀̓͠h̶̠̙͇̽͆͜ţ̶̝̼͚̩̞̺̉̿̽́͊̇̐ ̶̛̠̙͓̥͈̜̺̘̍́͆̑̽̄̿̇C̸̤̅͐̈h̸̜͚̣̤̼͌̌̿̏̕͝a̴̢̧̢̠̟̩͍̯͔̱̿͗̂̑͐̀͝n̷̪̓̂͆̍͋̓ĉ̶̡̬̼͉̝͙̼̥͑̒̒͝e̷͔̹̩̬̪͕̖̲̽̆̅̄́̈̎͋͘͝?̸̨̡̢̙͕̘͉͙͒

*He elbowed Chance hard. He moved his head to whisper to him out of sight from lee. It was almost impossible to tell what Parker was saying since the glitching but his mouth clearly was mouthing "Back me up!"*

( @nat-20-on-perception)

[nat-20-on-perception]

Oh! Yeah, just- we were cleaning and Parker was making sure the games were good, no glitches!

[Chance smiles nervously, hoping he’s being convincing. He looks over at Parker with a nod]

He just- started to glitch a bit, so I’ve been helping him as best as I can- nothing to do with what we were doing, just a sudden glitch!

[He reaches to Parker’s hand, squeezing it to assure Parker that it would be okay.]

[glitch-parker]

*Everything was going good until. Chance mentioned glitching. This is not what he wanted at all! Chance can't just mention glitching now! Not in front of him! why would he lie about him glitching that doesn't even make sense. The glitching on his body seems to become worse from him already spiraling just a little bit about how Lee is taking this*

Į̷͈͎̰͉̥͈̱͎̬̫̥̜̆͊̽̏͌̏͂͌̋͊̍̍͗͘̚ͅ-̵̢̦̗̗̘̺̳͖͎́ ̴̮͙̲̣́͘͝nő̶̧͚͚̜͙̭͇̝̭̞̿̃̑͜ͅ ̸̧̞̘̫̺̪̭̯͓̓̏͌̍͑͗n̸̛̛͈͍̰̘̺̫̟͉̰̯̤̳̻͉̂̈́̐͆͂̆̾͋͘ǫ̸̧̰̗̜͔̗͖̜̩̭̐̆̄̋̈͌!̸̭̫̻̃̽͂͛̏̓͋̑̃̆̓̉̚̕̕ ̵̧̩̯̙̻̏̓͐̈́͐̔͂͗̾͗͐Ỉ̶͙̰͈̹̲͓̱̯̈́͊͒͊̐̾͑ͅ ̶̨͍͉͛w̵̼̩̔̎̄́̈̂͝͠a̵̯͔͊̆͐̉́̿́̂̍̔̓̀͗͋̒ș̸̛̣̙̰̃͂̈̆́̔͒̄̊̓̎́̿̚n̵̹͙̤̰̦͂̆ͅ'̵̢̼̳̜̮̗̄̒̂̾͊͜ẗ̴̨̢̺̼̲̳͈̣̹͕̺̟̰́̚ ̵̨͔̣̗̹̩͇͇̘̏-̴̡͚̤͚̬̐̊͂̽̔̇̄̈̿͒͘͝͠ ̴̓͆̓̈́

g̴̟̳̳͈̙͕̮͈͙̠͈͑̔͌̆̏͒̕o̶̿̍͊͘͠ḋ̷͖̹̹̮͇̓̔́̾̅͒̂̊͑̀͜͠͠͠ ̸̧̨̛̳͙̱̩̬̜̲̜͕̇̓̓̄̍̄̚͜d̶̙͔̳̉̎̔̓̑̑̍̏̂͐̕͜͠a̶̡̢̢̨̼͔͇̼͈͑̽͑̄̈́͐̈͒̈́͐̊̒͝m̸̨̘̠͎͔͔̞̻͕̣̼̰̠̎̒ͅṇ̶̫̙̮͛ ̷̢̘̫̦̝͕͙͈̙̻̬̏̇̾̉̊͂͒̚ͅỉ̴̥̖̮͚͉̮̯̺̠̘̀̐̓t̵̨̢̛͖̲̟̝͚̰̯̜̍̽́͗̀̀̄͘͘̚̕ͅ ̴̹͇͎̳̦̭̼̳͌͑̆̈́̏̃̚̚C̴͠h̶̬̮̎̌̐͌̂̀̊͝͝ͅā̸̡̨̛̼̣̞̖̀̑͠n̵̲͓̙̭̮͉͈̼͙̜̠̑̅̆̇͊̈̀͂͐̔͑̅̈́͒͝ç̵̢̧͕̪̻͇̮̻̩͙̓̓̐̃̄̒͒̅̇͒̓͒è̸̛̫̣͍͖̝̹͕̞̈́̒̅̂̎͌̆̓̾̔̆̅͐!̴͔̩̖͈͚̺͍̺̠̖̾̒͂̿̓͐̀̾́̚

( @showstopper-homeowner)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance puts his hands up defensively]

Oh- no no I didn’t mean while we were cleaning! You started glitching afterwards, not during! We were sitting here, and then it started- nothing about the cleaning was involved!

[He glances nervously at Lee]

[glitch-parker]

*He firmly grabbed him by the shoulders and loudly whispers*

Ň̶̤̗̞̻̩̬̃̓̒̈́̏̄̐̒̈̈́̏̀̈́͑̀o̴̧̢̩̲̤̗̲͈͉̎́̏̍͠t̵͙͔̹̟̪͓̯͋̀̂̆̔͌̏̾̚͜͝ ̷̬̞͌̋̿̉̆̿̊̕̕͠h̶̯̻͍̜͈͖̲̦̫̞̹̀̂̎͗̄̔́͐̔̕ȩ̶̢̖̠͖̭̟̮͓͛͜͝ͅl̵̛̞̂͒̽͂̒̑̅̀̒̚͝p̶̺̾̎̀̆̿̊͗̏̆į̶̗͎̝̭̪̙͈̩̫̹̫̮͙̤͚͐̑̐̽n̶̳̗͇͓͉͙̯̝̫̻̼̎̔͜ͅģ̷̥͖͓̘̠̟͙̬̩̫͈̝̣̳͉̣̙͆̿̀̎̐͗̉̌͐͌̂̿̈̈̚ !̶̨̟̘̖̥̬̜̹͍̐͌͗̄̄̀̌͂̚

// *sigh* what did I tell you about him not knowing he glitches in his sea of denial that surprised me sometimes!))

[nat-20-on-perception]

I’m sorry!! It’s- I’m saying that incase Lee sees something we can’t, that- seems to happen a lot-

[He tries to lie smoothly, but is fairly obviously nervous about all of this.]

//Hes trying his best /silly

[glitch-parker]

*Parker let's go of him and pitcher his temple in frustration. Parker wouldn't be surprised if his headache didn't leave for a weeks after this*

//which one? ... / Half joking. Also /silly

[deactivated-blog]

...Uhm.

// chance, cmon buddy. dont lie to us

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance attempts to ignore the mods. Not very well though. It’s obvious he hears them as he keeps glancing around every time they speak to whatever direction their voices come from. His voice comes out quieter.]

Parker I… think we need to tell Lee. It’s- not for anything bad, it’s just- there’s something we know and- he just wants to help take care of it, you know-?

//Come on, chance. Acknowledge them.

you’re making me look crazy, Cupid-

//Meh, that’s what comes with being aware.

[glitch-parker]

*Parker was not paying attention at all to Chance seeming crazy. His head hasn't stopped hurting since well everything. He wished he could have just gone back. Back to beginning the day. Beginning of yesterday where they played games, it seemed fine. Maybe even the beginning of the week or whatever day it was at this point. Today was definitely his worst of the days he's ever lived he sure of it.*

T̵͕̣̟̎͋̓̓͝e̶̳̗̖͌͊l̶̳̙̰͔̯̑l̷̛̰̹̃̐̾̽͑̈ ̶̹̟̝̆̄h̷̛̙̾̾̆̔͛i̸͕͎̿͂͜m̶̨̗̼͇̱̾͌̑͌͗͂̅ ̸̡͈͇̫̮͉͉͆̃͊̔w̸̢̦̯̐̒̐̀̀͝͠ͅẖ̶̌͆a̷̻̮̽́t̵͓̲͊̒͂̾̊̊?̷͔̰͔̳͖̦̰̓͋̆̈̚ ̷̯̱͐͑̈̋̃ͅͅÀ̴̡̻͓̺̹̈́͂̌̇͘l̶̢̖͗͜͝l̸̢̲̰̬͚̍̏̽́̇ ̷̗͍̼̠̱̓͜ͅḩ̸͖̣̮̀̀̋͗̂̕i̶̭̇̊͛͌s̸̭͇͕͚̆̿ͅ ̴̨̡͕̬̫̏̽́̄̎̿͜ͅg̸̹̠̹̳̭͕̪̏̐͋͠á̷͔͕̫̗͋̈́̚̚m̶̱͉̥̀͜e̴̞̓̕s̷̨̯̼͔͖̭͐̉̓͠ ̷͓̝͌͐̕ş̴̛̼̰̒̄̈́̐͊̍ȋ̴̧͌̏m̵̡̡̗̖̞̃̾u̴͚͙͊̊̄̐̈́l̵̝͕̱̝̍͐͆̌̓͜t̶̰̲̼̲̽͗̐͠a̸͍̮̰͈̘̐͑͛n̸̢̢̢̻̪̦̅̂̕e̸̝̙̙̍̾̊͊̀̋͌o̶̰͋̽̓̉͐̽u̷̫̦̖̪̖͒s̸̫̪͚̈́̎̃̆͂̕l̸̞̫̝͈̿̍̂̈́y̶͍̭̫̣͐͗̋̈́̚ ̷̠̾̾̈́̏̈́̀͝d̶̢͎̻̫̈ĩ̶̥s̸̜̲̤͙͌͒̈́̍́̆̕ap̶͎̖̳͖̲͇̖͐̈́̚͝p̷̘̼͎̤͈̺͌e̸͍͍̦̘̿̈́͗̈́a̵̧̞̩͙̅̐̂̐́r̶̡̳̗̗͗̈̈́͆̂͋͋ë̷̱̻͛̇d̸̨̳̠̯̮̜̹̾ ̸̞̀õ̸̖̳̠̪͒͝ͅŕ̴̘̍͋̉͆͝ ̷̥͖͔͙͙̫̌͝m̷̘͍̍̀̇̽͂ǎ̸͎̝̟̳̯̫̱̀̇͠y̸̙̖̳͒̈̃́̈́͝b̷̨̮̤͛̇̓̾̈̍e̷̙̓̈́̅̓͌ ̴̧̧̫̲͒̓̂͊n̶̞̣̱̜̉͑͑̓͋̚͝ͅė̵͇̹̼̐͋̌́̚͠v̶͙̲̮̂̋́͗ë̵̖̩͎͎̭͚́͒͑̅͜͠ȓ̸̛͓̉͛̀͂ ̵̡̥̯͙̗̓̎͑̕͜ͅĕ̸̠͖̬̫̌̀̊̈́̋̕x̴̡͍̞̞̹̂̈̾̽̀̿͝i̶̢̹̳̙̪̘͉̎͌͛s̷͖͉̙̰͌̈́̐́͝͠ẗ̴̻̫̪͈̮̹́͑͛̋̍̂e̶̡͖͓͈͓̯̼̓̃̓́̉͘d̶̢̠̩̤̞̱̱͗͝ ̸̡̤͔̲̐͌̓̃̚d̶̢̧̦̬̪͆̿͠ͅe̵͖̩̯̫͛̌̽s̶̟̬̩̭̆̏͠p̶̹̒̂i̵̙͙͂̑̂t̷͍̫̩͍͂̍̓̍͘̕͝ḕ̵̞̞́̐ ̵͚̟͋͋̎́m̷̱̭͇̜͎̠̌́̽̎́̓̕e̸̛͇̬̤̊̌̄̋́͗ ̶̥̿̀̎p̷͉̩̤̝͒̀̈́ͅl̷͚̝̦̠̘͚͈̒̆͒̅͘͝͝a̶̛̰͌̽͗̍͊y̷̨̰͓̹̪̲̏̾i̸̡͓̫͊͝n̷̰̜̬͇̐̆̿̊̾̆g̷̳̮͚̀̾͌́̿̅ ̵͍̯̩̦̺̟̪̽̋̈́͐͝t̸̨̪̦͑̅̋ͅh̴̠̀̿͑́̚͠ę̵̹͈̖͌̅̕͜m̴̹̦̠̫̟̲͉͊͒͒!̵̘̜̣̻̤̥́̄̑͋ ̷̯͍̞͌̒̆̅͊̐͘͜B̶̢̦̺͓́͑e̷̟̼͙̍͗̈̊̇̂̈ȉ̸̩̳̯͉̲̍͊n̶͚̙͎̭̗̑͑̈́͜ġ̴̨͖͗̕ ̶͎͂ţ̸̢̼͔̞̪͌h̸͇̽̔̉̽́͝ê̵̛̬̼̬̊̍͆̚m̵͙̘̙̱͓̼̪̓̐̊̇̈́!̷͔̱͚̯̉

//one point for Parker zero for his sanity))

H̴̨̰̺̜̦̋̈͝e̸̠͇̥̯͚̎̈́̚ͅ ̶̗̓̈́̊̋̑̈̉c̸͖̜͍̜͕̓̀a̶̪̩̞͋̅̅͑̓̀ņ̴̩͎̠͓̑̎̋͘'̸̿̎͂̂̀̕͜t̴̤̟̲̫͖͚̹̆͂̈́̏͑ ̴̳͕͘̚d̸̖͔͎̹̫̯̮̋̐o̵̢̯̱̫̠̩̓͆̊͆̋̈́͜ ̷͉̮̬̱̞̰͉̍̑͝a̶̧͓͈̪͂̈́̋̄͝n̷̡̩̯͖̬͑͠ỳ̴̘̰̹͎͈̗̾̉̑̅t̶̥̕h̷̲͗̒̅́̍͘ͅi̴͚̹̅͆̍͆̑̄̉ǹ̶̻͎͉̤͔͠g̴̺͋͒!̴̡̧̩̫̌̾͗̄̂͝ ̵͚̬͎̼́̂̌͌͒̈͝ͅŶ̷̢̱͕̺̇͊ǒ̵̖͛ư̷̩͈̙̙͕̐̎͑̈́͑ ̷̙͈̺̥̓̈́̓̚č̸̨̨͉̪̞͓̋͋͝a̴̱̞̜͇̬͇̥͐̽̑̊͂͑ǹ̷̹̝̟̭̈̈́̉͐̈́͛͜'̴̰̩̰̪͉̀t̴̙̭̥̄͊͘ ̶̠̐͌̌̎̊̋a̶̡͓̠̲̮͋́̿̎n̴̢̖͉̬̱̾͑̌̀͝ͅy̶̡̢̨̦̼̖̤͐͐͝t̶̠̬͊̇̓̄́̓̓h̵͎̳̼̣̙̞̠̒͐̀͗̕i̵̧̟̰͕̹̿́̊͌̃̈n̸̜̹̙̓̈̑̏̀̕g̴͇͛́̋̀̋!̷̧̢̲͈̟̹̌̅͒͝ ̶̟̔̽̈Á̴̯̪̤̘͍̣̓͝͝ǹ̸͈͍̠͎͓̼͗̌͒͜͝d̸͖̬͓͉͓͍̉ ̵͆̓̇̂̋ͅI̵̥̅͊̔͐́ ̴̢̤̜̱͍͆͐̏̔͗̍͘C̴̱̚Ă̷̪͇͇̹̣̟͛͒̏͂̽Ņ̷̰̯̊̿̈́̃́̅̚'̶͔͇̬̗̳͍͖̓̄̎̒Ṱ̷̟̈́̄̇ ̴̲͆̎̅͑̿͊̚d̶̯͕͍̭̰̼̼̋̓̃̑͒̐o̸͙͖̘͖͔͋͒͌͊͑͝ ̶̛̭̺̓̕ã̵̘̤̞̟̌̊̍̽n̸̻͓̙͋̍̅̾͝y̶̨̢͔̠̘̋͊̉͆t̵̻̣̥̠̺̐̐̀h̸͇͇̺̼͈̉̅i̵̢̳̭͍͐̓̓̌͗͘͝ͅn̷̡͍̂̈́͌g̶̪̑͂͝!̷̙̗͉̀͗̅̔̀.̷̛̞̌̆̃͘̚͝.̴͙̞͎̃̎̍.̸̡̠̣͋̋̍͛̈́͋̚͜ͅ

*His words seem to hit him like a truck. He weekly moves back until he feels the wall sliding down it gripping at his head from the headache*

W̶̮͚̐̾̕͝ḩ̵̙̞̣͔̙̘̤̈́̌͊̚y̴̢͕̏̉̈́̿͠.̸̡̙͇̔̂.̸͝-

̴̘͍̈́̿́̇͠W̶̛̦͕̍̀̏̋̾͐̆h̷̭̣͚͖̲̭̥͆͋y̸̨̲̗̜̳͍̼̍̽̀̀̚͝ ̴̮̖̣̗̬̼̃̃͝d̷̫̽̐̔̈̓̕͝ơ̴͙̰̲̗͈̫̈̄̍́̀͝ ̶̨̡̢͇̣̰̈́̌͐́k̶̹͋ẽ̴͓̫ę̴̛̹̻̪̎́̇͗͆͘p̷̳͐̄̊͐͝͝ ̸̳̥̱̪͈̥̠̝̃͋̈́̌s̴̨̟͕̝̥̹̈́̃a̵̢̛̳͚͕̬͛̐̐y̷̩̟̤̗͖͉͓̬͋̀̉̓̀̈́͠i̵̜͙̘̖̝̥͐̽̎͜ͅn̵͛̂́͛͜g̷̢̨͍͈̠̼̥̯̐͋̈́̆ ̸̙̖̾̃̈́̏͑̕t̷̛͈̽͊́h̷̬̜̙̋̅̈́͊̓͝ą̷̖̊ṫ̴̨̖̲͍̩̠̏͆͛̅̅̕?̷́̚.̶̮͔͙̦̬̭͓̽͛͑̈́̂̅̽́͜..̶̢̖̯̖͎͎̆͑̒̊̅̈́̚͜͝ͅ ̷̣̩͈̀Ẁ̴̨͓̫͆h̸͍̘́̿͗̅a̵̭͑̇̒̊̋͝͠t̵͎̮̙̂ ̴̡̡͚̮̭͕͆ḏ̵̼̙̙̙̂͒̽͑o̶̢̗̳̤̼̲͗̎͂̈́̈́͝ ̷͇͍̘̼̞̘̿y̵̺̺̤͕̙͙͎̙͌̒̈́̚͠o̷̫̬̅̍ū̴̧̟͈̘͎͕̤̃̇̓̌͒́͝ ̵͙̙̽̽̀̄̎̍̾͆ḵ̴̛̼̗̮͉̥͗̅̃̎̍̂͜ń̵̠̥͉̝̞̬̗͒̂̂̐̋́o̶̘̮̮͈̺̦̠̓͊w̵̞͙̞͆̈́̆͒̍̕̕-̶̯́͑ ̶̲̞͉͇̙̭͊Ẃ̷̭̤͈͘ȟ̸̘̬̪͎̘͉̔͛a̶͕̓̅̆̽̓̔ẗ̸͓̦̘́̊̌͠ ̶̥͍̓̓͝d̴͙̪͇̰̯͑̏͒͂̃̀̒͜o̷̮̯̩̥̓̑̿͊͝n̵̳̺̪͖͉̣̯̍̉͑͐̑'̷̣̩̩̦̩̮̄̏̎̃͋̀ͅṭ̵͍̚ ̶̯̈́̃͂̄̓̽̂͠Į̴͍̩̖̖͙͗͆ ̶̟̓k̵̙̹̞̬͙͔͛n̸̯͓̲̯͐o̸͍̯̘͊̃w̷͖̫͈̩̰̓̏̐̀͑̈͜͝?̷̨̫̖̹̜͛́̚͝!̴̨͍͍̤̿̑̆̿ ̴͕̌̌̒̿́̑

*He was pleading he was scrunched up on the ground which made his whole body seem like just a giant glitch ball*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance looks over at Lee. He’s looking for a yes or no on if he should tell Parker.]

I… debated on it earlier. Just tell me if I should.

[deactivated-blog]

I... Go ahead. He... He needs to know.

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance nods. He approaches Parker, reaching out to put a hand on Parker’s shoulder.]

You’re gonna have to work with me on this, okay? It’s going to seem crazy, but… knowing can help. The more you know, the less it can affect you, I think.

[He takes a deep breath, pulling back out the glitching dice.]

Do you remember when I brought up this to you? How I rolled for perception and then suddenly could hear other people that didn’t seem to exist? It… apparently, there’s more to it.

[He puts the dice aside.]

That wall. You said you looked through it once. Thats letting you see your mod. The person I keep talking to whenever it seems like I’m talking to nobody is them. I have one too, their name is Cupid. Lee has one, and so do Holly and Hector. You’re the first I think to actually see their mod. So… I’m going to tell you what that means.

[He sighs softly, obviously worried about how Parker will react.]

We found out that we’re in a game. It’s… weird to know, but it explains everything. Why everyone has been quiet, why your games are disappearing… everything. Your games used to exist, but because we’re in a game… they don’t. Because there aren’t any “sprites” as the mods call it to show what your games look like. Thats… that’s where your games went. Including Sandy Land. I…

[He paused, the continued]

I didn’t want to tell you because me and Holly found out by, well… chance. I rolled perception and began to see the mods as floating eyes, and now me and Holly can actually interact with ours now that they and some of voices explained what’s going on. That’s why you heard me call the voices ‘Askers’ or ‘Anons’ because… that’s what they are.

[He pulls back, just incase Parker preferred being alone after hearing all of this.]

Do you need me to tell you more? I can try to explain more of it, if you want.

[By now, his glasses glitched even more, as well as the clasp of his cloak, further hinting to the point as he mumbles about a headache himself.]

[glitch-parker]

*Parker's mouth flapped open and close a few times as he failed to understand anything of what he was saying*

N̷̡̡̻͎͙͔͚͎̘̖̹̘̝̰͓͔̝͊͌͐̑̎̏̇̚͜-̵̡̡̯͔̬͎̼͔̹̥̭̪̦̟͇̬̐͆̾̔͊̈́̔̐̈ ̸̛̗͖̥̟̟̲̲̻̼̉̆͗̀̂̐͗͊̍̆́̕͘̕͜͝͝n̴̨̡̪͚͇̩̓̿̒͗̍͂̃͝ơ̵̡̡̙̺͖͍̭̬͚̫͎̬̥̈́͐̈͆̆̾͛̕̕ ̶̦̭͉̠̻̩́̃̇͑̽͋̉͌̈͑̒̾͌̿̌̚͠͝ͅy̶̛͕̭̬̟͐͋̄͒͆̿̿̉̓̔̂̆̄̚͘͠ö̶͎̮̤́͊̍̎̎̚͝ų̶̡̯̼͙̬̩͚̜̱̥̜̪̼͎͙͋̈́́͆̂̔͆̈́̀̊̉̃ͅ ̸̨̧̥̪͖̘͍̥̣̦̔̔ͅṇ̷͛̃̅̀̈́͊͌e̷̳͗̄̈́̇v̸͚̲̻͉͍̗͖͎͌͒̇̏̍̐̇̓̈́̚͜͝ę̴̫̩̜̥̼̖̪͕̹͍̜̏̇́̋́̾̌́͛̈̅̎͘̚̕r̵̫̪̦͓͚͚̗͑͐̀͂̌̋͜͝-̸̬̲̖̝͖̀̂ ̵̡̣̬̼͍̰̟̰̟̩̲̻̞̥͙̲̟̭̍̿͐̐̀̔͑͂͜Ṭ̸̫̊͐͆̀͑͛̈͛̏̒h̵̨̢͚͚̅́̄̋̈͛́̀̍̏̕͘̚͠ͅȇ̶̛̙̺̭̜̥̓̈́̊͋́̂̚̚-̷̢̦͔̺͕̯̩̗̹̝͔͇̳͂́̋̌͐̓́̄́͋͊̊̐̈́̇̔̾͠͝ ̵̡̲͍̖̅̉͘W̶̡̲̼̜̖̯͙̽̂͂͒̄h̶̝̘̯̭̗͔̒̾͋́̔̋̓̑́̇̇͒̚͝͝͝a̸̛͔͚̺̼͕͊̓̀̏͗̀̈̏̌̓̀̀̈́͘̚͝ẗ̵̥̤͙̰̠͕̘̻́͛̆̌́̈́?̴͍̹̖͈͓̗̠̣̹̮͓̱̲̟̰̝͎́̃͛̽̋̑̈́̊̂̾̽͐́͑́̕͝͠

*He words came as unfinished thoughts failing to articulate anything. The confusion didn't leave as you explain the rest*

W̵̥̩̥̞͕͗̒̾͌̓́̑̿̌̏̒̾͆̒̎͘̚ḥ̸̡̛̥̮̼̺̫̞͍̣͖̹̳̻͒͆̀͘a̸̡̖̘͖̺͎̣͚͇̜̟̪͒͂͂̉ṫ̶̢̼̥̪͚͉̤̫̖͎̗̲͇͉̺̻̾̇̉̈̿̒͂̐̾͂͒-̴́̀́̽̌̇̈́̍̚̚̕͜ ̵̨͈̮̟̪̟̞̣͎͖̮̺̞̩̫͙͋̑͛̔͆̏͆̐̐͋͛̕͝͝ͅw̵̢̨̛͍̘̲̺̲̪̥̰͎͎̖͛̎̐̿̉͒̍͋͂͛̈̿͋͆̀͘̕͜͠ͅḫ̸͇̰̖̭̲̗̝̺͍̳̝̤͖͌̊́̏̉̒̏͒̇͋̇̈́̚ẩ̶̢̨̢͖̪̝̦͈̫̙̈̐͜ṫ̴̡̨̧̫̳̪̣͎̙̼̜̜͔̮̝̑͆͜ͅ ̸̤͓̦͕̪̼̮̙̱͕̭̖̘̮̭͌̾̌̆͋̎̎̍̄͘͜͝ͅà̷̡̡̛̝͖̫̺̪̠͓̲͂̒̂̔̄͘͘͜͝r̸̄̍̏̽͐̈͐͝͠e̴̡̬̳̮͙̭̭̺̳̜̭͉̝̬̻̝̪̙͕̅͐͒͗̊̓̑̃̄̇̂̒͆̑͘ ̷͇̩̙̊̾̅́̀̈́̽̍͘y̸̬͎̘̮͕̤͙̺̫̌̊o̶̹͍̖̲̱͇̺͙̦̣̱̰͙̾̈́͛͆͑̈́͑͘͜ṷ̴̢̡̩̗̖̻̰̬͙̃̋̾͂̓́̐͊̆͠ ̸̡̺͍͈̣̠̳̠̬͔̘̜̬̻̻̠̪̩̓̀̀̄̓̌̚͝o̶̧̠͊̀́̈́̀͐̕͝n̵͐̒͗̒͋͆͋̕͘͜ ̸̛̯̗͈̖̖̣͚̺̠̭̓͐̂̔͛̏͒͋͑͑̒̃̕̚͝͠͝ͅa̵̛͔̠̰̖̒͐͒̿̀͋̂̏b̵̧̨̛͈̻͙̙̖͕̝͎̭̫͔̦͉̺̩̎́̇̏̽͊̀͛͠ơ̶̢̛̬͉̬̰͔̹̏̇̅̾̊̑̓̓̾͐͒͆̚͠͠͝ű̴̢̜͖̯̬̯̖̮̿̃̅t̴̩̰͙͠!-̸̶̧̜̰͓̮̮̪̟͙̜͔͛͋̽̓̔͆̊͐͐̏̀̈͋T̴̛̟̲̙̳̥̈́̂̿̆̀̔̌͂͌͌̉̕h̶̞̥̺͎̳̽͘ą̴̨̛̫̲͈͙͖̥͖͎̬͗͒̔̀̐͛̀̀̈́͆̑̍͋̏̓̒̋t̶̢̢̡̛͖̥̦̙̣̣͖̙̠͖͖̞̝̦̬̓́̏͆̔̅̋̉̍̓͊̕͜ ̵̨̗̠̠̖̫͉͔̌͊̓̒̉̑̀͑̑͐̽̆͘͜͝͝ḑ̸͖̫̭͓̬̜͈̼̗̹̟̇̉̈́̂́̓͋̀̉̏̒͛̽͌́̕̚͝ỏ̸̙͈̻̺̯͓͈̻̖͐̾͗̇͜͝͝e̵̝̠̓̀̄̇̒͂̂͗ͅṡ̵͎̫̐̆͗͊̀n̴̡̛̳̫̬̺͙̝̣͚̹̬̣̫̂͐͌͂́͌̀͝'̴̡̧̹̮̠͕̜͚̹̠͓̐ͅẗ̶̢̛̛̻͙͍̱̩̣͓̣̼̤̫̄͛̈́̈́̓̈́̓͗́͆͗̕̚ ̸̨̰͆̐̄̉̑̔̏̏̄̀͆̄͐͌̍ḿ̴͇̞̜̻̦̹͒̂͌͘ą̵̟͍̣̣̻̜̙̱̞̣͎̇̈́̎͌̆͐̋̒̈̄̾͘̚͜k̷̹͕͙͍͕̫̂̄̈̿͠ë̵̢̠͙̦̱̤̱̲͉͍ ̸̪̠͕͙͔̳̥̠͎̰̺̥̭̗̹́̓͛͐̌̇͊͘ŝ̷̢̧̨̨͖͉̖̯͉̣̱̤̭͉̹̮̱̄̈͛̓̕͜ͅę̵̟̲̬̓̔ń̸̡͔̟͍̫̱̥͉̭͇̳͐̓̀́́̑͌͐̔̇̕͘ş̵͍̭͙̰͇̈̔̔͐͌̌̆̎͆͘͜ē̸̱̞͖̮͉̺͔̠͉̗̿̃̈̃̇͗̉́̇̋͘̚͠ -̸̧̆̆

̵̼̞͉̺̿L̷̛͙̳̬͖̳̰̘̍̊͋́͛̓͐̽͗͒͂͒͋̒̚̕e̵̡̗̪̗̫͚̬̟̪̘̪͈̊̈́̃ę̷̧͈̞͎̤̩̟̭̺̫̖̦̞͈̗͚̖̏͘!̸̮̅́̅͑͆̓̄̓̅̈̂͌͐͋̑̚ ̷̨̖̺̗̼͔͚̝͙̫̳͉͕͈͕̥̬̂̂̀̀̀̌͊̎̿̑́̒̆̑́͝

*He suddenly called reaching out to him but just as quickly as he tried to get up he stumbled back grabbing his head leaning against the wall again*

w̸̡͚̱̬̮̦̪̟̼͆̈́̈́̍̅̏̇̑̿́̐́̆̈́͜ȩ̵̗̥͕̥̩̲̩͚̤͌͋̈́̓̑̅̏͑̓͝ ̵͔̒̎ p̶̹͍̜̞̫̬̻͎͒͆̂́͗̅̊̈́͂͌̋̿͗̇͌̍̋̚̕͜l̴̨̧͖͎̭͚̼͇̆̾̇̇̊̌̏͘̕ȃ̸̡̛̳̰̻̮̲̙̙̫̹̠̩̻͎͚͓̽̅̀͒̚̕ͅy̷͓̤̮̰͕̞̠͔̤̹̓͌̿̉̉̇̇͜ ̴̢̛̲͎͉̹̞̼̳̜͌͐̈́̉̍̈͂̓̓͘͜͝͠m̷̘͖͇̰̗͉̦͗͌̀̂͐̈́͋͌̚͜ͅ-̵̡̛̥̯͔̮̫̹̞̬̳̞̜̺͔͚͇̏̐̈̒̎̿ͅ ̸̱̈͂͆̂͒̏ͅm̶̨͍̯͇̖̄́͌̏̔̑̔̀̓̐͋͂͘y̴̧̭̙̮̳͔̬̳̭̜̭͎̪̖͈̹̣̰͗̅̎͋̍̆̀̔̈͂̒̊͐̀̈́̎͘͘ ̴̢̧͉̣͕̺͎͈͖̦̩͉̘̒̽͂͑̈́̈͑̎̒̇̃̈́͐͐̈́̚͘g̸̛͎̓̽̇͝a̷̢͉̪̙͈̬̣͈̦͓̍̔̌̓́̽̕͜m̵̫͉͍̿̇̌͐̈̍̀̅̕͝e̸̡̨̡̛̻̣̲͔̗̙̠͓̞͖̭̥͚̟̠͌́͑͐̈́̃͐̚͜ş̸̛͙̗͓͈̙̱̬̗̞̼̩͂̐̀̑̆͋̂̌͋̍̀̄̽̓͂͒ ̸̡̬͓̩̦̙́̆̈͛̋́̿͌̏͑̋ḅ̷̧̢͔̭̲̥͍̟͔͇͖̗͊͌̌̍̓͜͜͝ͅe̵̢̼̬͓̠̜̯̱̠̣̯͉͚͋̀͊̀͜ͅf̶̛͕̞̱̈́͛ͅǫ̸̹͇̠̙̺̝̼͋̽̐̀̃̈́̆͂̃̋̏̇ͅŕ̴̫̳̲̐e ̵̢̦̰̯͑́̓̽͆͌͂̀̅̃͆̏̋̔̂̅̽͘ ̷̡̢͍̳̮͇͇̩̹̩̩̖̫͙̱̜̄̔͌̽̽̓̇̓̉̉̊͌̏̕͜͜͝ͅr̴̨͙̹̦͙̝̻͇͇̣͇̹͑̊̅͊̎̽̓̃̓̉͛̄i̶̧̝̲̪̺̫͕͖͍͖̩̺̔̈ͅg̵͔͙̮̽̽͌̓̓͋̑̉̌̒̓͊̚͠h̵̖̠̥͚̘̹͉̞̼́̑͜t̷͕́̈͌́̀̋ͅ!?̵͎̖̾͊̈́͂̏̑̈́͛̋̒̎̌̋͑͛̓̑̅̕ ̶̬̗̋̾̒̑̆̓̿͐̍͂̂̇̌́́Ś̵̕̚â̴͈̝̤̩̭̫̞̺͉̻͙̱͍͖̖̹̆̄̂̊̆̎̕ͅn̸̹͇̩̽͛̿̽͗ḑ̵̯̯͈͙̬̜̮͔͙͈̩̞̺̉͌̀͌̓̃̊̃́͑̋̈͑̌̿͜͝y̵̛͙̹͗̓͗͊͝ ̸̨̞͇͚͎͚̥̞̮̺̹̥͇̫̇͆̈̈́͆̋͌̿́̀̐͘̚͜͜͠L̶̪̳͈̯͙͖̬̯̠̺͎͍̟̃̎̇͑̉̃̇̓̅̈́͌̌̕͜a̵̛͎̠͛̏̌̏̈́͑̔̕̚n̴̡̩̺̯͔̘͈͍͇͍͙͕͙͌̊̓̂̏̑͂̐͌̋͗̕d̶̨̧̡̢̜̱̱̪̮̄̾̎̋̅̄͘͜͜͝,̵̢̝̠̖̜̩̞̬̩̦͈̱̖̬̤͎̑̿͋͛͒̈́̑̀̄͊͘͘͜͝͝ ̸̧̛͎̤̻̱̬̮̔C̷̡̢̢̨̣̲̘̜̮͇̼͈͍͎͕̞̭̈́̽ͅͅh̵̗̥͕̹̠͙̳̩͓̲͇̩̲͈̉̀̈́̏̿͊̈̿̂é̶̛̪͖̬̖͓̥̙̻̦͚̖̔̍͌̑̀͋͂͆͋̊̎̒̈́̚͠s̸̘̻̞̲͚͍̖̗̤̥̗̜͈͉̭̲̓̾͗̽̔́̽̊̄̚͜ŝ̸͙̹̼͕̤̫̫̟̈͋̌͆͋̀̕͝͝͝,̵͎̟̞̬̃̿͐͑̌̔̈́̒͆̓̇͂́̽͜͝ ̴̢̧̠͓̰̘̖̺̻̤̠̲̼͇̗̈̀̑̕͝͠ͅC̴͋̓͗̒͂̋̐͗̽̇͛͆̓̂̇͜ṟ̶̼̜̹̉͗̉̚e̸̢̢̫̼̫͖͎̲͍̭̞̳̳͎̫͈̽͗̈́̅͐͒̏̉͒a̴͉̩̤͆͒̓̾͋͂̑͊͛̏̆͘̚͝m̸̧̡̧̥̻̬̲̼̖̲̖̪̼̭̺̾͆͂̇͌͆͝͝ͅ ̷̧̜̥͉̭͍͎͚͎̭̞̽̎̆̐̀̅͛̈C̸͔̩̦̺͖͂̊͗̓a̴̪̘̹̺͈̠̭͎̣̣͉̣̤̪̼̳̘͒̿̈͜p̴̛̛̳͎͇͔̫̞̺̫̽́̅̊̀͊͘̕͝ỉ̴̦̮͍̅̀ͅţ̴̢̧̢̡͍͎̘͎̹̻̱̣̯͖͉̓̔͌͜ã̷̛̱̘͖̿̂͐̑̌̋̔̈́͗̇̾͝͝l̷̡̨̠̖͉̹̺͈̲̮̰̋̊̿̒͗̄̈́̾̈́͐̚i̶̢̪̹̭̺̜̱̬͚̅̇̿̾͋̆̃̍̍̅ś̶͖͇͚̮̭̖̝̰̙͙̟̙̘̓̓͜t̶̙̰̘̫͇́̔̾́̂͐̀̇̽̋͐͠!̴̨͙̪̺̙͙̰̬̯̥̜̺̲͙͙̥͉̓̈́͆̂́̈́͆̐̀̑͜͜ ̶̡̖̯̳̳̘͉̗̺̼̗̖̈́͑͠Ä̵́̎̉ḻ̶̦̪͙̹̟̝̀́̓̒̓̈̌̌̄̆̔̓̓̅ļ̶̡̗̦̥̤͔̻̲̝̣͍̗̞͖̳̆̎͐̉̒̌̿̅̎͛̇̌̂̋́̈́͘̚͝ͅ ̸̠̖̊͋͐̿́̄̈͌̑̀̾́̓̓̆̑̆̉͘ỏ̵̧̢̟͓̯̞̦̟̤̰̞͊͛̀̑̀͜f̵̡̤͙͙́̏͑̈̀ ̷̬̗̮̮͕̫̪̲̯̲̭͈͚̰͕͑̀͐͗̋̈̓̀͜ͅį̵̢̛̤̥̣͎̯̑̅́̾̓͌̍̏̀͋ṯ̶͉̺̝͓͓̥̣͍̰̣͍̮͍̣̲́̓͛͊̍!̵̺̿͆̇̐̿̑͊͘̚̚ Ỹ̴̞̮͎̓̀̔ö̵̟̜̫͔͔͎́͛̑͋̇u̷̳̲͙̦̹͓̹̽̌̀̌͘ ̸̝̝̯̱̫̮̪͙̑͂̍͒̎̕͝͠c̶͍̲̑́̀͝a̵͈͉̟̗̐̔̍̕͜ṅ̸̛̥̓̂̚ ̴̭̭̝̜̭̘̺͂͒͊͌̕c̶̠̖̟̫̎́̔̓͑͛̾̀ö̶͍̙͉͇͎͚͔́͆̒̂n̵̺͎͉̭̑̑̕͜f̸̛̯̙̻̱̯̐̔͋͂̾́͋į̴̩̟͉͙̻͗̈́ŗ̶͇͓̈́͂͑͘m̴͈̰͍̤̓͜͝ ̶̨̹͋͒͘h̵̛̰̘͖̻̹̬́̏͌̊̂̅̊o̸̱̘̝͊̾̄͋̆̌̽w̵̪̙̰̰͆ ̴̗̽͜c̴̞͇͕̻̿̂̇r̵̢͈̭̥̥͚͋͛͋̐̒̐á̶́̀̎̄z̸y̷̔͆̒̾̓ ̴̡̎̉̃̑͘h̵̛̟̯̩̺̹̙́̿̔ȩ̶̨̥̬͔͈̥̀̀͛̓͘͝ ̴̟̬̑͌̀s̴͍͒͌où̵͓̱̳̤͕̻̒̽̃n̵͉̬̒ds̷̹̪̮̱̣͕͐̄͜͝

( @showstopper-homeowner)

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Chess is real. Sandyland and Cream Capitalist... aren't.

Lee rubs the back of his neck, wincing as he rubs against a small circle scar on his neck.

But... That's neither here or now. I... I'm trying to, undo this. I'm no coder, but surely I can fix this... I have to. I hate seeing you guys like this.

[glitch-parker]

B̴̹̩̣̪̏̌̾͐̈͘̕̕͘-̶̛̭̲̦̦̿̏̀͋͐͆͘͠͝͠ ̸͙̼̦̗͋́̌̐͂͌̾b̸̥̲͕́͐̍̓̚͜u̶͇͔̭̣̖̿̈́̿̾̐͗̂̽̓͜t̷̙̾̍̓̈́̐̾̊͋̂͝͠ ̵̛̦̤͕̜͇̩͖̀̋̇̓͒̾͋ͅͅẃ̵̫͚̱̘̊ę̶̛͊̓̏̿̈́͂́ ̶̥͖͈̰̩̟́̀̎̓́̑͆̌͆̑͝p̵̖̩̻̤͇͎̪̗̀͑́̉͂̂́̕͝͝ĺ̴̨̧̳͉͔͇̞̖̘̥͛͋̈́͑̈́̔̚͜͠å̴̛̤̗̲̼̺͒́͆̽y̸̨͉̥͎͉̙̩͎̗̒̏̍̚̚̕͜ͅ ̸̧̘̠̫͇͐i̷̡͙͈͚͒̐͌̇̆̎̀ţ̸̢̧̪̥̰̦̱͕͉̟̟͐́̃̊͑̇͑͆͝͝͠ ̷̲͇͊̈̍̾͘t̶̢̩̼́̏̽͆̋̄́̑͘o̶̙͖͂̃ͅǧ̵̯͎̪̬̘̣̲̮͈͗̄̍͝ḛ̵̡̡̦͕̟͚͈̹̙̐̐̀̓̈́́͌̑t̴̛͙͙̫̙̀͛̀̏͂̒͊̚͝͠h̶̉͆er̸̳͖̩̠͔̆͒̽̄͂̈́͛͂͝!̸̨̨̀ ̶̪͉͉̬̤͕̘͛T̶̠̳̜̰͚̆͗̍̉͆͜h̵͎̏̐̓̅ǎ̶̛̞t̴͗̔̋̔̂̆̈́̆͝-̷̎͋̎ ̷̬̄̈́̈͂̅̆̿̚t̵̨̧̤̪͙͈̺̹̘̱͉̟̀̆͑̈́̓̅͊̾̚̕ḥ̷̝́̋̀̒̅̈́̕͜ͅa̷̰̻̩̗̹̹͉̥̝̟̋̐̔̌̌̀̈́͛̊͊͋͜͜t̴̯̱̾̑̾ ̵̨̖͇̥͇̖͕͓̫̗̝͓́́́͊͛̎̈́̔̿͘͝ḧ̵̢̧͖̻̲̘̥́̋͑̀̆̑̽̍͛̀͠ö̴̘̱́̿́̀̌̒̎͊̀͗̚ͅw̸͖̑̈́͐͜ ̸̨̨̞̗͙̀̔̉̀̈́w̵̢̜̬̦̄́͘͜e̵̘̣͕̟̙̩̤̅͜͝'̵̧̖̟̹̲̔͝v̶̩͍̈́́̄̐̌͘ę̸͇̲͓̝͍̬͍̠͗͆̏̉̈́̓͝ͅ ̸̨͍̜̮͖̝͔͈̪̘̰̖̇͊͌̒̇͂̃̅ḅ̵̈̒̔̀̅̋͗e̴̩͚̲̩̻̻̒̉̀͛͛̆̕͜͜c̸̛̼͈̖̱̞̗̱̻͐̽̋̑́͂̈́̏̓̐͝o̶̡̧̟̝̲̫̮̤̜̟͍̽̈́͗́̏͆̑͛̑ͅm̵̻̞̉͋͂͊́͒͌̚͝ė̴̦͍͕̳͎͔̩͑́͘̕͝͝ ̶̡̛̬͈̱͉̤͔̣̋͒̽̆͂̀͝b̷̩̭̺͖͆̽̈́ę̷̨͓̲̳̳͚̞̣̟͎͂̿̽̾̆̊̀̚͜s̵̨͂ţ̷̻̄̄́͗̄̿͛̆͐e̴̛̙̬̓̎͗͆̽̒ͅs̶ f̴̧̛̳͇̟͔̼͎̩̬̜̹̀̓͜ö̴̘̱́̿́̀̌̒̎͊̀͗̚ͅ ̴̧̞͉̦̘͚̦̹̠͊͆̾f̴̧̛̳͇̟͔̼͎̩̬̜̹̀̓͜r̸̨̛̖̪̳̪̠̱͖̘̬͊̿̄̅̀̐͑̒̿͘͜ͅi̶̦̗̣̘͙̅̌́̒̿ê̸͉̞̱̬̫̟̺̩͜͝ň̷d̵̰͉̩͐̉̃̏̒́̋̆̓̐̀s̸̰͌̑̄̾̈́̏̈̈͑̀̔͠!

̵̨͍̹̳̹͉͋͆̒́̍ͅW̷̧̠̜̱̲̣̘̼̣͊̕e̴͎͕͕͓̘̰̰̎́̓̒͒ͅ ̵̼̻̫̘̐̓͑͋͜ͅp̵̨̨͕͎̫͈̠̞͕̬̱̄̑ͅl̵̒̎́͒͊a̸̪̱͗̈́̍̓̑̌̉̄̑͑͘͝y ̴͖̟͚͉̩̰͓̮̀̈̉͜ẗ̴͙̘̻̝͕̹͓̞͇́͛̄͠͝ĥ̵̞͔̘̫̻̥̻̎͒͒̆̌̚o̶͖͎̙̺̲̺̻̠͈̝̰̔̀́̇̒̽̓̎̀͋̅s̶͍̣̐̈̃ę̶̜̹̣̫̭̜̬͓̿̄̇͘͠ ̵͚̀̒̉̑͑̚ͅt̵̡̨̞̒̇͂h̶͚͙̎͆̕̚͜r̸͇̖̜͈̚ee̵̛̺̘͉̳̣͖͕̮̥͌̂̋ ̶̞͇͆̋̚͝ͅg̶̨͍̘̫̩̝͉͔̥͚͍̿͆͛̎͂͐̕͝ą̵̤͙̪̪͎̼̟̮̼̮̓͊̋̓̔̈́͗̓̉̐̕͝m̷̼̻̥̮̬̦̾̔̃̅̓̃̄̿͊͋̓͌e̸̼͕͌̿̎̋̈s̵̛̖̻̀̌̂͜ ̵̦̤͎͇̳͚̙͚̠̹̻̈́̏͂ą̸͉̻͖̞̿ņ̴͉̰͛͑͂̉́͌̕̕ḋ̶̼̤̽̍̓̂̓̅̓ ̵̨̉͛͒̏̾̓́ŗ̸̜͔̗̩̈́̌̃̽̌̎̄̈́̑̈́͠͝ͅờ̴̬͎̤͖͔̝̼͉̃̍̈́̂͆̀͒̇̚͜ͅll̵̨̡͔̹̲̳͙̣̳̬̠̣̀̆̈̚ ̸̹̱̜̯̪̀͂̒́̀́̀ ṫ̶̟̼̬̬̜͉̯̀̎̆͊̍͝͝h̷̟̗̣͇̲̭̰̏ě̴̡̩̮͙̲̏̅͋̎̍̀́̇ ̴̛͔̯͕͙̹͗̅͊̈́̔͆͌̑͝ḏ̸̢̛̭͕̱̺̬͍͚̔ͅi̷̤̟̩̫̰̗̩̜͗̀̅̇͗͊ͅc̸̡͖̮̦̼̲̠̔̎̌ë̵̜͚͎̈!̸̤͓̝͖͈͚̭͔̀̎͛͛̄͋̾͘͠͠ ̴͔̠̥̘̼̘̈́͑̇̾̍̂̀́͝͠Ţ̴̝͖̼̼̂ͅh̶͉̬̓̉̊̈̈́̀͂̂̒̚ä̸̖͖̣́̔̌͝ţ̶͓̝̱̠̱̉͒̑ş̶̢̛̰̗̻̪̻̭͈̼̮̞̇̅̊̒͒̉́̆̉̇̑ ̶̧̡̰͕͍͈̰͑t̵͓̾̈́͆͊̂͋̐͐̚͝h̸̺̆̿̐͆̓̉͂͑͘e̷͍͂̃́̀̈́̂͌̾̚ ̴̩̦̰̘̥̲̙̺͓͓̄̔̃̎̎Ȓ̷̨̟̟̙̟̗̖͕̀̇̕͜Ứ̷̛̫͉̜͖̱͙͆̈̄̃̎̀͝͠͝L̴̼̘̞̞̬̯̠̦͎͇̙͙̒̓̑͐̏Ẹ̷̤͕̭͔̪͋̉͌͑͝S̷̢̠͓̱̊̔͂͗̉̀̓ͅ!̶̼̘̺̼̼͕̟̑̂̿̒͐̑͒͝ͅ ̴̣̮̹̽̇̇͆Ỉ̷̡̛͖̰͓̰͖̲̦͛̕f̵̞̙̳̬̟̟̩͍̼̙̱͈́̾̏̄̓̕̕ ̶̧̡̛͖̻̙̗̙̠̠̰̹͇̔̽̌͑̔̌́͘t̷̮̮͙̘̙̘̼̝̫̩̩̠̋̊̑͑͒h̴̤͍̥͔̹̭̼̥́͜ḛ̸̞͚͙̮̗̬͈̫̗̮̈́̄̔̒̓͆̈́̐͒͑̕͝ý̸̜͖͍̹͔̞̺̜̦̬̓̀̃͜ ̷͍͍͉̈́̋̆͐́̕͝d̷̢̢̛̟̝͈͔͚͙̾̇̄̿͆̔̍̊͆͒͜i̸̦͗͛͊̈́̀̒͠ḑ̸̛̤̣̣̮̍́̚n̶͎̠̼̉͒̓̕'̶̧̧̗̌̎̀̓̇́̆͝t̷̛̫̭͂͛̓͆ ̵̲̓͜͝ę̸̧̖̠͕͇́̆̐̓͐͑̈́̈́͜x̸̩̭̳̪̱̖͓͎̠̲̫͐̌̅͂̃̔̐̚͘͝͠ī̶͚̝͍̖͕̤͕̳̯̦̙̥s̴͔̘̝̱͍̑̿̈́̔̎̓̓̃̀́͘͝t̸̯͙̫͎͈͕̯͉͙̗͙͂̀̆͝ ̷̡̈̐̉t̸͕̳͎̩̟͙̱̜̼̠̒̈̓̿̒̔̓̈́͐̕h̷͕̰̪͖͉̩̻̭͛̋͊͒̏̐̋̔͌̈́̕͠ȅ̷̟͋͆̉̈́̍ỳ̵̱̟͓́́́͛́̽́̕͝͝ ̴̡̙̰̤̖̥̼̝͙̒̆̃͌̄͛̈́͛̑̆̾͜͝ẅ̵̨͖̘́͠ȏ̸͓͉̱͓͍̟͆̎̀u̴̘͎͚̻͑̀̾͂́͌͐͛̒l̶̛̩͍̗̖̬͈̥̗͔̻͔̹̿̀͑͛̅̽̂̊̅ḑ̵͚̪̲̄̒͋̀͂̏͊̓̀̉͜ ̶̭͉̖͚̆͛͂͌̐̃́͆͑͘̕͠b̷̼̼̤̫̤̄͗͒̍̑ę̶̻̲̭̰̗͍͍̱̻͖̹̾͆̓̇͝ ̵̦̗̞̀̿̿̈́̂͒̆̄̄̈͝n̵̛̦̬͓̙͚̲̟̣̟̞̣̉͆͋̇̃͘̚͝͝͝o̶̡̡̡̙̖̰̭̔͗-̷̧̯͇̩̹͍̱̜̜͐̅̒̏̆̿̋̆̍̑̕

̴̨̢̥̲͎̮̗͉͖̻̬͍͐̓̎̈́͊͒̆͒͌͋̈́N̶̘̳͖̮͛̆́̊̂̈̓͑͊o̵̧͖̪̪̍̄̂̄͆̈̈́͜͝ ̴̖̖͕͍͔̥̯̊͋́ͅŗ̷̖͓̙͇̠͍̓͆́̒̒͂̿́͒͘͝͠ủ̶̧̧͚̱̼͇̹͇̫̳͉l̷͍͑̋̀̔̽̓͠e̵̛̫̬̻̼̹̣͚͔̘̾̓͑̓́̈̆͋͋́s̷̢̧̯̜̺̼͊̏̋̽̀̐͜͝!̸̙͍̺̠̰̮̿̔͗̽͠͠͝͝..

[deactivated-blog]

I... Made choices. Pressed buttons.

// i pressed the buttons

Shut up.

// damn okay

[glitch-parker]

Ţ̴̳̩̫̝̝͕̒̀̐͆̎͌̆͂̒͝ḧ̶͖̔͋͛̋ę̵̪̲͎͚͙̜̼̩̦̊.̷̡̧̖̠̬̙͕̟̰̈̈́̆͒͊.̴̻͋́͛͒͆̎̓̃̚.̶̪̯̞͕͈̼͍͖̝̺͐͆gã̸̧̧̺̱m̶̢̩̘̤͙͙̮̹̾ͅe̷̥͇͒̽̈̽̈́̽̅̓͘s̴̢͓̥̥̼̼̿̄͒̈́ ̷̞͚̪̲̙̙͕̐̃̈́̋̀̚d̸̡̛̖̹̼̖͕̉̀̓̃̋̌͐͘̚į̶̣̙͎͙̻̇̅̅̎́̒̍͐d̴̥͊̀̀n̴͚̬͓͕̞̭̘̻̤̓̿̃̽̋̑̕'̷̗̫͙͛t̴̞̙͇͕̫̯̯́̈́̈͜ ̸̞̭͎͕̱̲̻͕̝̊͛͒̈́͛̍͘̕̕͠h̷̡͙̱͎͙́̆̋͝a̸̧͐̋̈́̈́̌͋́̚v̶͔̬͇͑̇͋̉͂ḛ̵̬͚̜͂́͒͛̆ͅ ̵̞̅̔̉̀͂̾b̴̗͛̍̈́ȕ̴͓͙̜͖̋̕ẗ̸̢̮͖̭̲̽͐͊͘ẗ̸̯́̀̔͆̒̑ó̴̡̖̬̠̝̲̝̘̓̆̕ň̷̡̜̼͔̯͔̻̈́̒s̶̱̣̘̑.̷̰̾̈́..̷̰̾̈́

[deactivated-blog]

Yeah, but the game I'm playing,

Lee gestures around the house.

Does have games.

[glitch-parker]

.̶̨̟͑̽̽͋͆̿͆ͅͅ.̵̇̌̈́́. ̶̫͉͓͎͍̳̰͔͛̂̈́͆̎̓͌̅̂͒̚W̵̢̧̼̰̫̜̟̘̟̭͖̝͕͍̫͌̓̒̉̍ḩ̸̛̳͚̳͙̥͔̫̳̈́̒̾́̌͗̽ą̵̻̲̺͈͍̗̥͉̮̹̓͒̏́ͅt̴̺͈̝̮͈͉̗̦͚̝̻͊̋͋̀͛̾̀̐̑̊?̴̛̦̦̝͇̩̯̣̞͇̑̎̚

*He quickly looks around*

[deactivated-blog]

// DAWG throw me we said games instead of buttons

Motherfu- Buttons. Sorry. Misspoke. But, uh... You can't see them from your end.

[glitch-parker]

...̵̜̩̇̌̈́́̌͊̿̇́̚͠͝

W̵̢̧̼̰̫̜̟̘̟̭͖̝͕͍̫͌̓̒̉̍ḩ̸̛̳͚̳͙̥͔̫̳̈́̒̾́̌͗̽ą̵̻̲̺͈͍̗̥͉̮̹̓͒̏́ͅt̴̺͈̝̮͈͉̗̦͚̝̻͊̋͋̀͛̾̀̐̑̊?̴̛̦̦̝͇̩̯̣̞͇̑̎̚

*It didn't help his confusion*

[glitch-parker]

(( @showstopper-homeowner hello?))

[deactivated-blog]

// ack! so sorry, we've been so busy >.<

...I, uhm. Don't know how else to describe it...

[glitch-parker]

*He's not satisfied with that answer. He tries to think of something to say, but he can't he curls back against the wall again holding his head. he was muttering something but the glitching made it too hard to tell*

[deactivated-blog]

Parker...?

Lee crouches down to Parker's level, concern all across his face.

I-I know it's a lot to process...

[glitch-parker]

*He seem to keep muttering until Lee said the last part where he stopped. He looked up feeling betrayed processing it was all true. All of it. His glitching got worse obscuring him completely. He presses himself closest to the wall he could his voice was loud, yelling, but impossible of what. Despite Lee only being at his level and not touching Lee's body started to glitch. It was mild not painful but not pleasant*

[deactivated-blog]

Lee pulls himself away from Parker, panic visible in his eyes.

Parker!

He searches around for his phone, trying to access the settings. If he could use that to bypass into the code, surely he can-

A glitch wracks up Lee's own arm as he tries to press the settings button on his phone.

Ow...

Lee shakes off the glitch, glaring at his phone. His computer might have better luck, then...

I-I'm gonna fix this, Parker. I'm going to take care of the glitches. I promise.

He dashes out of the attic and downstairs towards the attic. He has so much to fix and so little time to fix it. Lee doesn't know how much worse the glitching could get, but it could get real bad real quick.

[glitch-parker]

*the glitching on Lee's body stops when he gets away from Parker. Parker only hear the hurry steps leave the attic. His vision blurred from the glitching mess. Everything hurts that it started to numb. He quietly said something but not moving much.*

// Should... Should I do something?... Lee just bailed on us....

( @nat-20-on-perception yes we're back and still doing this)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance hums, responding to you.]

Lee isn’t bailing, they’re… trying to help. They have a method that… that me and Holly are against. Maybe… you can give Parker something to comfort him a bit? All of the mods seem to be able to do that, so… maybe you can try? I’ll do what I can too, since all of that glitching has to be painful…

[Chance looks at Parker, his voice soft as he reaches out, putting a hand where he could only assume was Parker’s shoulder.]

Parker? Can you hear me?

[glitch-parker]

*Parker heard everything. Even before Chance started to talk to him. He didn't want to question what or who he was talking to. Probably a voice, a voice that wants to comfort him at least perhaps if he wasn't feeling so bad he would be grateful. He doesn't do anything for a moment before looking up. It was impossible to tell from all the glitching which was spreading to chance a bit from being in proximity. The glitches just kind of move to giving the vague idea that he was looking at Chance along with some glitchy words as some sort of reply.*

//I don't exactly know what to do tho or how to comfort him. The most I know how to do is mess with his code I doubt pausing him for another month would help any))

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance just smiles. Even if he can’t hear Parker’s reply, it was a good sign that he was trying]

I need you to breathe, okay? Try to calm yourself, and… I’ll be right here with you. I’m sure Lee will come back up here eventually with something that can help in some way, even if it’s just temporary. Once you’re calm, you… can ask me any question you have. Even if I don’t have an answer, I’m sure those little voice friends of ours will have something they can tell me that will help me answer you.

[glitch-parker]

*He hugs his knees closer curly more into himself. He says something*

//sorry to disappoint but I'm not too sure what I can do... Cupid! It's been a while since you were in the conversation do you have ideas?))

(*She has absolutely no shame putting them on blast even almost seeming like they're expecting an answer return despite this being rude*)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance laughs a bit, before sitting closer to Parker.]

I’m right here, okay? Just breathe.

//Oh! What about uhhh-

[After a moment, there’s some flowers in the room, mostly near Parker.]

//Boom! A bunch of bright flowers to try and make him happy!

[Chances voice is a whisper as he looks over to where he can see the two eyes representing the mods.]

Will that even work-?

//Of course it will! And if I find he has a favorite, I’ll find a way to put more of those!

okay-

[Chance clears his throat, looking at Parker to see if it helped.]

[glitch-parker]

*Parker doesn't seem to notice the flower at all but the flower definitely reacts to Parker as the flower glitchs very heavily. Parker says something to Chance still unaware he's not being heard*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance sighs softly]

Parker, I… can’t hear you. That’s why I’m trying to help you calm down, so that I can hear what you’re telling me.

[Chance picks up one of the flowers instead, showing it to Parker.]

These are- these are from one of the voices, the one I call Cupid. Apparently the really like flowers-

[glitch-parker]

*The glitching on the flower now starting to spread to Chance even getting closer to Parker seems to make it worse for both of them as well but it doesn't seem to spread more than where it is. He seems to see the object but he didn't react. His blurry vision made it hard to see, and when he try to focus it hurt his head. He started to put his head back down. Parker tries to say something at a higher volume.*

//at least you tried. More than I can say I can do right now...)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance winces at the glitching, but he doesn’t let himself react too much. Instead, he reaches to try and hug Parker.]

It’ll be okay, okay? Try to breathe with me, I’m with you, I’ll help.”

//Yeahh- maybe it’ll help more once he’s less glitchy-

[glitch-parker]

*He shuts up when he feels the embrace. The glitching was all over Chance now almost as bad as Parker's but less obscuring yet he seems to cling to Chance. Hugging back tightly*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance winces again, but he doesn’t let go. Not when he can tell it’s helping. He doesn’t make an attempt to talk, knowing words couldn’t do much when you couldn’t understand the person you were helping. So he just holds onto Parker.]

[glitch-parker]

*After a moment he can hear his rugged glitching breathing. After a few deep breaths his glitching seems to lessen intern also doing the same for Chance still hurting but a little less now.*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance offers a little smile, talking quietly. His voice glitches a bit, but it’s understandable at least.]

S̴͉̀e̸̊ͅè̶̹?̵̟̇ ̴̢͝Y̶̩̆o̶̺̔ȗ̵͜’̵̧͒ṟ̵̊e̶̡̒ ̸̝͝o̷̳̿k̴͉͒ặ̴y̶̛̱.̴̼̽ ̵̩͒I̵̱͗’̸̼̇m̴̰̓ ̶̳͐h̵̠͗é̶͍r̵̢͂e̷͉̓ ̷̱͐w̶͖͝i̷̯̊t̴͉̑ẖ̶͝ ̸̻̇ỳ̴̘o̶͍̒u̴̝͆.̴̖̅

//This is actually pretty sweet.

[glitch-parker]

*He doesn't say anything back still hugging. Since he was more visible now Chance could see Parker look at him with glitchy eyes then going back to burying his head into his shoulder. After a sec Chance felt something else not the glitching, not his face, but something wet, tears. A lot of them. It almost seemed like he was crying before, but you couldn't tell because of the glitching*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance juries softly and holds Parker tighter, hugging him close and whispering quietly. His voice seemed to come out clearer when he spoke quieter.]

it’s okay, you can cry. I’m right here.

[glitch-parker]

Lee, dressed as Will Wood's Normal Album cover, heads up to the attic. He has a bright smile on his face and a bag of candy in his hands. As soon as he enters the attic, though, the bag of candy falls from his hands as he takes in Parker's glitching.

Parker!

He cries out, running towards Parker and grabbing his wrists. Lee flinches as the glitching spreads to his form, but he holds strong as he inspects Parker.

What happened? What's going on???

@showstopper-homeowner

*He sitting with Chance not expecting someone else to come in suddenly, to say he was startled would be an understatement he literally jumps back when Lee made contact which also got rid of the Lee's glitching and pain. Parker's glitching seem to spike for just a moment but then going back to how it was*

J̸̯̮͇̲̩̈͐͋̌̒̉̅͌̀̆͗͜͝é̶̢̝̙͚̱͕͉̫̘͇̖̜̠̹̐̇̐͛̅̀͛̆́͝͝ş̸̨̛̘̦̣̻̮̫̱̝̝̞̎̑̀͊͌͝͠͝͝ų̶͖̫͕̠̝̟͉̤͔̪́̈́͆̔̃́̏̎̐̏̕͜͝ș̷͓̬̣̭͚̫̳̀̓͐͐̄͐̍͂̏͛͌̕̚ͅ L̷̤͖̊̽̈́̏͗͝ȩ̶͕̹̮̯̀̿̽̋̏͝e̴̺̠̠͛!̴̝̭͉̫̝́̉̇

*He huffs out. He stared at Lee for a second seeming out of it as his mine tries to catch up with him remembering that huge mess of empty board games literally tossed around*

O̷̤̯̜̊̒̌͑̈́̈́̒̕̕͝h̶̨̳͎͉̠̾̀́͒̔̔̉̂͘ ̷̢̯͚̠̅́̽͑͝͠ǔ̷̢͉͚͈͚̳̪͍̝̞͓̱̀̊̓̈͝͝m̴̳͚͙͖̼̫̮͚̲̆̋̾̌̈͂͑̿̄̎̕͝ͅͅ-̶̢̳͕͍̠̘̟̣̻͖͑̾̀̑͊̈́̄ ̷̥̓̓͝C̷̡͔̦̏͌͒̀ȟ̴̢̬̘̺̲̻̼̺͈̠͜ǎ̶͈̋̉͂̈́̈́̾͋̂n̴̨͇̮͙͇̫̻̺̝͂̂c̶͔̜̻̀͛̀͗̎̽ę̶̟̦͙̗̮̖͕͍̝͖̭́̌͋̉͝ ̸̡̩̳͚͇̯̫̖͈̣̒̊w̶̮̭̫͕̗̮͘͝ā̸͎̯͕̻̜̀͗̈́̔̊͌̀̆́̃͜s̶͔̮̿ ̸͉͙̄̈̎̾̊̉͛̕͝h̴̙̜̼̳̮̎̏̉͂̓̅͑̀̚͝e̸̢͑ḽ̶͖͍̹̊́̈́͛͗̏̊p̸̘̞̩̘͓̯̰̠̪͈̺̊̄ ̶̲̠͔͚̜̱̞̜̲̻̱̏m̵̛̟̗͔͙̀͊̈́͊͑ë̴͍̫͉̲̦́̄̂̏͗̆̓͒͆͝ ̷̧̦͚̦̣͓͉̪͚̯́̌̈́͊̂͘͝ͅͅç̶̮̮̙͇͚̳̫̖͉̔͂͑̔͗͑̈̎̿͌ļ̶̨̘̰̖̹͙̥̪̗͌̓̆͜e̵̡͂͛̇͐̐̌͂̽a̶͔̥͕͆̅͂̃̉̇͝ͅn̷̛͈̯̲̞̯̻̭͛̈̃̈́̅͒̔̕ ̶̼͙̞̝̲̝̥̱̙̳͈͆͗̏͜ā̴̛̘̹̠͈̰̪̩͍̥̩̻̗̃̀͘ ̶̡̗̻̌̋̃͊̚ͅb̷̪̦̥̻͖̹̼͉͆̀i̸̙̰̥̻̲͂̀t̶̢̪̗̘͙̙̺̯̖̒!

*He lied not wanting to worry him since who knows if this was connected to glitches or not or whatever was happening. Unaware of the most obvious warning sign hi̸̧͈̠͂̊m̷̧̞̫͋̄̊s̶̯̲̄e̵̙͕̭̒l̵̺̻̽̈́f̸̨̏͑͂.*

[deactivated-blog]

I-I need to take care of this! Oh my gods, Parker, I didn't realize you were getting thid bad! If I had known earlier, I-

Lee was frantically pulling out his notebook and flipping to various pages, trying to find out where he put his research for staving off glitches.

You and Chance were cleaning? What did you come across? It might be related to the gliching.

// so sorry for the late reply... we were quite busy, hahah.

[glitch-parker]

Ooc: Nah your good))

*He was starting to panic a little bit making the glitching a little worse. Had he not been as good at acting like he was ok? What does he mean by getting worse?? And worst of all he felt like he had to fix it. Fix this whatever this was. Parker nonchalantly Yanks the notebook out of his hand. No glitching gets on the notebook tho*

H̸̞̥͗́̃͛͊͘͝e̷̛̳̻̭̖̣͚͚̳͈̖̪̳̒͆̽̊̈́͊͛͐̈́͝͝ͅẙ̸͕͇̠̝̺͂ͅ ̷̳̲̽͊͗̈́́̉̑̽̎͂̃̓͝ͅn̸͕̜̩̞͉̫̙̼͔̤̺̓̌̄̓͐̈́͠͝͠ͅo̸̡̯̲̣̠̩̐͛̓̈͝w̶̻̜͓͙͖̗͖̝̗̭͚͌, ̵̢̧̟̼̟̳̘̈́̓̿ͅT̴̢̨͇͇̭̝͖͓̓͂̓̉͂͋͋ḥ̸͖̤̻̭̇͐̐̊̾̐͐̆͛͋͘̕͝ȩ̴͕̮̼͙̣̘̼̼͕͍͍̀̀̏͐r̷̡̢͎̩̻͕̞̰̮͉̘͍̈́̇͠͝ẽ̷̯͇̟̣̜̟̖̪͒͊̔̇̃̓ͅ'̶̧̗͎̦͎̤̩̈̑͋͠͠ͅs̸̩̮͙͓͇̼̫̭̑̚ ̶̰͕̑̎̆͘͜n̶̠̭̱̍̈́̔̏̎̏̒͝ȏ̴͇́̃̓̑̊̆̏͠ ̴̛̭̘̼̭̪̲͇̿͋̅̔̓͛͛̓̋̓̋̃ͅn̸̨̨̢̥̩̲̝̼̤̼̻̄͌͒͊̇̂̆̿͘̚̚̚͝e̴̡̯̱̻͚͎̺͆͘ẻ̷̝̠̻̈́́̎̽̉̀̉̑̚͝d̴͕̜̦̲͉̪̻͙̀͜ ̷̧̛̻̖͓̻͇̮͂̎̇͋̐f̷̆̏̏ò̵̢̢̯͓̩͍̩̼̳̖͝ṛ̴̺̘͂ t̶͈̱̪͕̻͉̦̞̦̫̮̩̊͑̈́͗̑̅́̄̐̈́͠h̴̢̖̝̣̱̫̦̭̯͎̬̩̺̉͂͗̈́͒̎̅̕a̷̳̭̙̝͚͆̌̏͂̆͝t̸̡͚̜͚̹̯̲̼̦̱̂̀̿̈́̾̍͐̀́̐̈ͅ.̶̹͓́͒̈̔̈ͅ

Ň̵̞̭͋͋̌̇͆̅͝ó̶̢̱̪̝̗̤̬͒͒̂͝ ̶̨̨̛̭͔̖̳̒̌̊͌̿g̶̭̭͍̙̊̽̀̀͌̈́́́͑͊l̵̜͎͚̓̀͆̃͐̏̑̕i̵͈̞̰͔̺̲͑͐̆̇̽̑̚͜͠ͅt̷͚̮͖̭̱͖̜͓̰̾͒̓̒̃̕͠ͅč̴͇̱̝͖̞̳̄̀͐̑ḩ̷̨̲͖̝͎̳͓̖͝e̴̥̖̜͙̬̗̍̐̀͐̍̔̕̚͝͝s̷̢̧̥̣̟͔͖̍̾̌̉̿̅͗͑̎̏ ̷̠͉̗̠̔j̵̝̜̥͈̙͍̮͉͚͗̔́̃̓͗̓̽̈͜u̸̖̾ŝ̷̢͖͋̾͗̓̒̃͊̈̕t̵̨̢̯͍̭͓̤̫͕̯̑̅̃͝ ̵̘̹̲̔͋̐̋̌ͅc̷̨̣̰̤͓̮͈̥̙̙̐͊̀͋̃̕l̷̢͇̦̹̪̣̫̳͇̅͛ͅẽ̴̛̩̱͐͊̓͐́̀͝ä̴̛̯͕̣͎̣̣͕́͌̇͒̌̚̕͝n̸̤͎̦̦͂͐̐̽͋̂̚i̷̛͉͓̻̘͓͍͍̓̑̌̎͜n̵̢͓͔͓͎̆͗̊͌̎͗̊̈́͊͜͝ģ̷̧̡̯̙͚̞̖̮̑̎̌̊̔͂̇̽̇ ̷̰͔̼̪̤̾̌͒̈͋͌ͅả̵̠̗̱̮̮̅̉̉̉f̵̨̦̞̳͙̀̈́̐̚͜t̴̘̭̪̥̖̥̽̍ͅě̷̗͌̀̿̂̌̑̉ȑ̸̛̮̙̦͖̗͔̬̼̼̖̽͗̽́͛̈́̚ ̸̫͇͙̪͎̂̃́̏͐̈́͗͊̆ḁ̴̘͔̅̈͐̔ ̸̞̰̤͇͍͚̀̀̒͝ĺ̷̨̖̀̐̽̾͂̀́̋̿i̶̢̠̫̱͔̞̯̰̱͔͛ṱ̶̡͂̀͊͗͝͝ț̵̫̻̬̰́̍l̵̘̗̟͈̐̄́̄̔́̊̀̾e̴̝̘͌̿͌̅͋ ̵̯͆̈́̀͐́m̷̠̫̊̒̉̕ḙ̸̙̬̰̝͙̆͆s̶̰͙͉̯̃̂̇͝͠s̸̬̘̩̀̿͜.̷̼͕̥̖͎̩̦̞̗̒̈́͒̑̋̈́

R̶̯̝̭̥̹̠̺̳̮̣͑̉͊͌̒̍͠͝͠ì̴͔̯̈́̈̓̾̄̑͝g̵͖̮̰̍̀̓͠h̶̠̙͇̽͆͜ţ̶̝̼͚̩̞̺̉̿̽́͊̇̐ ̶̛̠̙͓̥͈̜̺̘̍́͆̑̽̄̿̇C̸̤̅͐̈h̸̜͚̣̤̼͌̌̿̏̕͝a̴̢̧̢̠̟̩͍̯͔̱̿͗̂̑͐̀͝n̷̪̓̂͆̍͋̓ĉ̶̡̬̼͉̝͙̼̥͑̒̒͝e̷͔̹̩̬̪͕̖̲̽̆̅̄́̈̎͋͘͝?̸̨̡̢̙͕̘͉͙͒

*He elbowed Chance hard. He moved his head to whisper to him out of sight from lee. It was almost impossible to tell what Parker was saying since the glitching but his mouth clearly was mouthing "Back me up!"*

( @nat-20-on-perception)

[nat-20-on-perception]

Oh! Yeah, just- we were cleaning and Parker was making sure the games were good, no glitches!

[Chance smiles nervously, hoping he’s being convincing. He looks over at Parker with a nod]

He just- started to glitch a bit, so I’ve been helping him as best as I can- nothing to do with what we were doing, just a sudden glitch!

[He reaches to Parker’s hand, squeezing it to assure Parker that it would be okay.]

[glitch-parker]

*Everything was going good until. Chance mentioned glitching. This is not what he wanted at all! Chance can't just mention glitching now! Not in front of him! why would he lie about him glitching that doesn't even make sense. The glitching on his body seems to become worse from him already spiraling just a little bit about how Lee is taking this*

Į̷͈͎̰͉̥͈̱͎̬̫̥̜̆͊̽̏͌̏͂͌̋͊̍̍͗͘̚ͅ-̵̢̦̗̗̘̺̳͖͎́ ̴̮͙̲̣́͘͝nő̶̧͚͚̜͙̭͇̝̭̞̿̃̑͜ͅ ̸̧̞̘̫̺̪̭̯͓̓̏͌̍͑͗n̸̛̛͈͍̰̘̺̫̟͉̰̯̤̳̻͉̂̈́̐͆͂̆̾͋͘ǫ̸̧̰̗̜͔̗͖̜̩̭̐̆̄̋̈͌!̸̭̫̻̃̽͂͛̏̓͋̑̃̆̓̉̚̕̕ ̵̧̩̯̙̻̏̓͐̈́͐̔͂͗̾͗͐Ỉ̶͙̰͈̹̲͓̱̯̈́͊͒͊̐̾͑ͅ ̶̨͍͉͛w̵̼̩̔̎̄́̈̂͝͠a̵̯͔͊̆͐̉́̿́̂̍̔̓̀͗͋̒ș̸̛̣̙̰̃͂̈̆́̔͒̄̊̓̎́̿̚n̵̹͙̤̰̦͂̆ͅ'̵̢̼̳̜̮̗̄̒̂̾͊͜ẗ̴̨̢̺̼̲̳͈̣̹͕̺̟̰́̚ ̵̨͔̣̗̹̩͇͇̘̏-̴̡͚̤͚̬̐̊͂̽̔̇̄̈̿͒͘͝͠ ̴̓͆̓̈́

g̴̟̳̳͈̙͕̮͈͙̠͈͑̔͌̆̏͒̕o̶̿̍͊͘͠ḋ̷͖̹̹̮͇̓̔́̾̅͒̂̊͑̀͜͠͠͠ ̸̧̨̛̳͙̱̩̬̜̲̜͕̇̓̓̄̍̄̚͜d̶̙͔̳̉̎̔̓̑̑̍̏̂͐̕͜͠a̶̡̢̢̨̼͔͇̼͈͑̽͑̄̈́͐̈͒̈́͐̊̒͝m̸̨̘̠͎͔͔̞̻͕̣̼̰̠̎̒ͅṇ̶̫̙̮͛ ̷̢̘̫̦̝͕͙͈̙̻̬̏̇̾̉̊͂͒̚ͅỉ̴̥̖̮͚͉̮̯̺̠̘̀̐̓t̵̨̢̛͖̲̟̝͚̰̯̜̍̽́͗̀̀̄͘͘̚̕ͅ ̴̹͇͎̳̦̭̼̳͌͑̆̈́̏̃̚̚C̴͠h̶̬̮̎̌̐͌̂̀̊͝͝ͅā̸̡̨̛̼̣̞̖̀̑͠n̵̲͓̙̭̮͉͈̼͙̜̠̑̅̆̇͊̈̀͂͐̔͑̅̈́͒͝ç̵̢̧͕̪̻͇̮̻̩͙̓̓̐̃̄̒͒̅̇͒̓͒è̸̛̫̣͍͖̝̹͕̞̈́̒̅̂̎͌̆̓̾̔̆̅͐!̴͔̩̖͈͚̺͍̺̠̖̾̒͂̿̓͐̀̾́̚

( @showstopper-homeowner)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance puts his hands up defensively]

Oh- no no I didn’t mean while we were cleaning! You started glitching afterwards, not during! We were sitting here, and then it started- nothing about the cleaning was involved!

[He glances nervously at Lee]

[glitch-parker]

*He firmly grabbed him by the shoulders and loudly whispers*

Ň̶̤̗̞̻̩̬̃̓̒̈́̏̄̐̒̈̈́̏̀̈́͑̀o̴̧̢̩̲̤̗̲͈͉̎́̏̍͠t̵͙͔̹̟̪͓̯͋̀̂̆̔͌̏̾̚͜͝ ̷̬̞͌̋̿̉̆̿̊̕̕͠h̶̯̻͍̜͈͖̲̦̫̞̹̀̂̎͗̄̔́͐̔̕ȩ̶̢̖̠͖̭̟̮͓͛͜͝ͅl̵̛̞̂͒̽͂̒̑̅̀̒̚͝p̶̺̾̎̀̆̿̊͗̏̆į̶̗͎̝̭̪̙͈̩̫̹̫̮͙̤͚͐̑̐̽n̶̳̗͇͓͉͙̯̝̫̻̼̎̔͜ͅģ̷̥͖͓̘̠̟͙̬̩̫͈̝̣̳͉̣̙͆̿̀̎̐͗̉̌͐͌̂̿̈̈̚ !̶̨̟̘̖̥̬̜̹͍̐͌͗̄̄̀̌͂̚

// *sigh* what did I tell you about him not knowing he glitches in his sea of denial that surprised me sometimes!))

[nat-20-on-perception]

I’m sorry!! It’s- I’m saying that incase Lee sees something we can’t, that- seems to happen a lot-

[He tries to lie smoothly, but is fairly obviously nervous about all of this.]

//Hes trying his best /silly

[glitch-parker]

*Parker let's go of him and pitcher his temple in frustration. Parker wouldn't be surprised if his headache didn't leave for a weeks after this*

//which one? ... / Half joking. Also /silly

[deactivated-blog]

...Uhm.

// chance, cmon buddy. dont lie to us

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance attempts to ignore the mods. Not very well though. It’s obvious he hears them as he keeps glancing around every time they speak to whatever direction their voices come from. His voice comes out quieter.]

Parker I… think we need to tell Lee. It’s- not for anything bad, it’s just- there’s something we know and- he just wants to help take care of it, you know-?

//Come on, chance. Acknowledge them.

you’re making me look crazy, Cupid-

//Meh, that’s what comes with being aware.

[glitch-parker]

*Parker was not paying attention at all to Chance seeming crazy. His head hasn't stopped hurting since well everything. He wished he could have just gone back. Back to beginning the day. Beginning of yesterday where they played games, it seemed fine. Maybe even the beginning of the week or whatever day it was at this point. Today was definitely his worst of the days he's ever lived he sure of it.*

T̵͕̣̟̎͋̓̓͝e̶̳̗̖͌͊l̶̳̙̰͔̯̑l̷̛̰̹̃̐̾̽͑̈ ̶̹̟̝̆̄h̷̛̙̾̾̆̔͛i̸͕͎̿͂͜m̶̨̗̼͇̱̾͌̑͌͗͂̅ ̸̡͈͇̫̮͉͉͆̃͊̔w̸̢̦̯̐̒̐̀̀͝͠ͅẖ̶̌͆a̷̻̮̽́t̵͓̲͊̒͂̾̊̊?̷͔̰͔̳͖̦̰̓͋̆̈̚ ̷̯̱͐͑̈̋̃ͅͅÀ̴̡̻͓̺̹̈́͂̌̇͘l̶̢̖͗͜͝l̸̢̲̰̬͚̍̏̽́̇ ̷̗͍̼̠̱̓͜ͅḩ̸͖̣̮̀̀̋͗̂̕i̶̭̇̊͛͌s̸̭͇͕͚̆̿ͅ ̴̨̡͕̬̫̏̽́̄̎̿͜ͅg̸̹̠̹̳̭͕̪̏̐͋͠á̷͔͕̫̗͋̈́̚̚m̶̱͉̥̀͜e̴̞̓̕s̷̨̯̼͔͖̭͐̉̓͠ ̷͓̝͌͐̕ş̴̛̼̰̒̄̈́̐͊̍ȋ̴̧͌̏m̵̡̡̗̖̞̃̾u̴͚͙͊̊̄̐̈́l̵̝͕̱̝̍͐͆̌̓͜t̶̰̲̼̲̽͗̐͠a̸͍̮̰͈̘̐͑͛n̸̢̢̢̻̪̦̅̂̕e̸̝̙̙̍̾̊͊̀̋͌o̶̰͋̽̓̉͐̽u̷̫̦̖̪̖͒s̸̫̪͚̈́̎̃̆͂̕l̸̞̫̝͈̿̍̂̈́y̶͍̭̫̣͐͗̋̈́̚ ̷̠̾̾̈́̏̈́̀͝d̶̢͎̻̫̈ĩ̶̥s̸̜̲̤͙͌͒̈́̍́̆̕ap̶͎̖̳͖̲͇̖͐̈́̚͝p̷̘̼͎̤͈̺͌e̸͍͍̦̘̿̈́͗̈́a̵̧̞̩͙̅̐̂̐́r̶̡̳̗̗͗̈̈́͆̂͋͋ë̷̱̻͛̇d̸̨̳̠̯̮̜̹̾ ̸̞̀õ̸̖̳̠̪͒͝ͅŕ̴̘̍͋̉͆͝ ̷̥͖͔͙͙̫̌͝m̷̘͍̍̀̇̽͂ǎ̸͎̝̟̳̯̫̱̀̇͠y̸̙̖̳͒̈̃́̈́͝b̷̨̮̤͛̇̓̾̈̍e̷̙̓̈́̅̓͌ ̴̧̧̫̲͒̓̂͊n̶̞̣̱̜̉͑͑̓͋̚͝ͅė̵͇̹̼̐͋̌́̚͠v̶͙̲̮̂̋́͗ë̵̖̩͎͎̭͚́͒͑̅͜͠ȓ̸̛͓̉͛̀͂ ̵̡̥̯͙̗̓̎͑̕͜ͅĕ̸̠͖̬̫̌̀̊̈́̋̕x̴̡͍̞̞̹̂̈̾̽̀̿͝i̶̢̹̳̙̪̘͉̎͌͛s̷͖͉̙̰͌̈́̐́͝͠ẗ̴̻̫̪͈̮̹́͑͛̋̍̂e̶̡͖͓͈͓̯̼̓̃̓́̉͘d̶̢̠̩̤̞̱̱͗͝ ̸̡̤͔̲̐͌̓̃̚d̶̢̧̦̬̪͆̿͠ͅe̵͖̩̯̫͛̌̽s̶̟̬̩̭̆̏͠p̶̹̒̂i̵̙͙͂̑̂t̷͍̫̩͍͂̍̓̍͘̕͝ḕ̵̞̞́̐ ̵͚̟͋͋̎́m̷̱̭͇̜͎̠̌́̽̎́̓̕e̸̛͇̬̤̊̌̄̋́͗ ̶̥̿̀̎p̷͉̩̤̝͒̀̈́ͅl̷͚̝̦̠̘͚͈̒̆͒̅͘͝͝a̶̛̰͌̽͗̍͊y̷̨̰͓̹̪̲̏̾i̸̡͓̫͊͝n̷̰̜̬͇̐̆̿̊̾̆g̷̳̮͚̀̾͌́̿̅ ̵͍̯̩̦̺̟̪̽̋̈́͐͝t̸̨̪̦͑̅̋ͅh̴̠̀̿͑́̚͠ę̵̹͈̖͌̅̕͜m̴̹̦̠̫̟̲͉͊͒͒!̵̘̜̣̻̤̥́̄̑͋ ̷̯͍̞͌̒̆̅͊̐͘͜B̶̢̦̺͓́͑e̷̟̼͙̍͗̈̊̇̂̈ȉ̸̩̳̯͉̲̍͊n̶͚̙͎̭̗̑͑̈́͜ġ̴̨͖͗̕ ̶͎͂ţ̸̢̼͔̞̪͌h̸͇̽̔̉̽́͝ê̵̛̬̼̬̊̍͆̚m̵͙̘̙̱͓̼̪̓̐̊̇̈́!̷͔̱͚̯̉

//one point for Parker zero for his sanity))

H̴̨̰̺̜̦̋̈͝e̸̠͇̥̯͚̎̈́̚ͅ ̶̗̓̈́̊̋̑̈̉c̸͖̜͍̜͕̓̀a̶̪̩̞͋̅̅͑̓̀ņ̴̩͎̠͓̑̎̋͘'̸̿̎͂̂̀̕͜t̴̤̟̲̫͖͚̹̆͂̈́̏͑ ̴̳͕͘̚d̸̖͔͎̹̫̯̮̋̐o̵̢̯̱̫̠̩̓͆̊͆̋̈́͜ ̷͉̮̬̱̞̰͉̍̑͝a̶̧͓͈̪͂̈́̋̄͝n̷̡̩̯͖̬͑͠ỳ̴̘̰̹͎͈̗̾̉̑̅t̶̥̕h̷̲͗̒̅́̍͘ͅi̴͚̹̅͆̍͆̑̄̉ǹ̶̻͎͉̤͔͠g̴̺͋͒!̴̡̧̩̫̌̾͗̄̂͝ ̵͚̬͎̼́̂̌͌͒̈͝ͅŶ̷̢̱͕̺̇͊ǒ̵̖͛ư̷̩͈̙̙͕̐̎͑̈́͑ ̷̙͈̺̥̓̈́̓̚č̸̨̨͉̪̞͓̋͋͝a̴̱̞̜͇̬͇̥͐̽̑̊͂͑ǹ̷̹̝̟̭̈̈́̉͐̈́͛͜'̴̰̩̰̪͉̀t̴̙̭̥̄͊͘ ̶̠̐͌̌̎̊̋a̶̡͓̠̲̮͋́̿̎n̴̢̖͉̬̱̾͑̌̀͝ͅy̶̡̢̨̦̼̖̤͐͐͝t̶̠̬͊̇̓̄́̓̓h̵͎̳̼̣̙̞̠̒͐̀͗̕i̵̧̟̰͕̹̿́̊͌̃̈n̸̜̹̙̓̈̑̏̀̕g̴͇͛́̋̀̋!̷̧̢̲͈̟̹̌̅͒͝ ̶̟̔̽̈Á̴̯̪̤̘͍̣̓͝͝ǹ̸͈͍̠͎͓̼͗̌͒͜͝d̸͖̬͓͉͓͍̉ ̵͆̓̇̂̋ͅI̵̥̅͊̔͐́ ̴̢̤̜̱͍͆͐̏̔͗̍͘C̴̱̚Ă̷̪͇͇̹̣̟͛͒̏͂̽Ņ̷̰̯̊̿̈́̃́̅̚'̶͔͇̬̗̳͍͖̓̄̎̒Ṱ̷̟̈́̄̇ ̴̲͆̎̅͑̿͊̚d̶̯͕͍̭̰̼̼̋̓̃̑͒̐o̸͙͖̘͖͔͋͒͌͊͑͝ ̶̛̭̺̓̕ã̵̘̤̞̟̌̊̍̽n̸̻͓̙͋̍̅̾͝y̶̨̢͔̠̘̋͊̉͆t̵̻̣̥̠̺̐̐̀h̸͇͇̺̼͈̉̅i̵̢̳̭͍͐̓̓̌͗͘͝ͅn̷̡͍̂̈́͌g̶̪̑͂͝!̷̙̗͉̀͗̅̔̀.̷̛̞̌̆̃͘̚͝.̴͙̞͎̃̎̍.̸̡̠̣͋̋̍͛̈́͋̚͜ͅ

*His words seem to hit him like a truck. He weekly moves back until he feels the wall sliding down it gripping at his head from the headache*

W̶̮͚̐̾̕͝ḩ̵̙̞̣͔̙̘̤̈́̌͊̚y̴̢͕̏̉̈́̿͠.̸̡̙͇̔̂.̸͝-

̴̘͍̈́̿́̇͠W̶̛̦͕̍̀̏̋̾͐̆h̷̭̣͚͖̲̭̥͆͋y̸̨̲̗̜̳͍̼̍̽̀̀̚͝ ̴̮̖̣̗̬̼̃̃͝d̷̫̽̐̔̈̓̕͝ơ̴͙̰̲̗͈̫̈̄̍́̀͝ ̶̨̡̢͇̣̰̈́̌͐́k̶̹͋ẽ̴͓̫ę̴̛̹̻̪̎́̇͗͆͘p̷̳͐̄̊͐͝͝ ̸̳̥̱̪͈̥̠̝̃͋̈́̌s̴̨̟͕̝̥̹̈́̃a̵̢̛̳͚͕̬͛̐̐y̷̩̟̤̗͖͉͓̬͋̀̉̓̀̈́͠i̵̜͙̘̖̝̥͐̽̎͜ͅn̵͛̂́͛͜g̷̢̨͍͈̠̼̥̯̐͋̈́̆ ̸̙̖̾̃̈́̏͑̕t̷̛͈̽͊́h̷̬̜̙̋̅̈́͊̓͝ą̷̖̊ṫ̴̨̖̲͍̩̠̏͆͛̅̅̕?̷́̚.̶̮͔͙̦̬̭͓̽͛͑̈́̂̅̽́͜..̶̢̖̯̖͎͎̆͑̒̊̅̈́̚͜͝ͅ ̷̣̩͈̀Ẁ̴̨͓̫͆h̸͍̘́̿͗̅a̵̭͑̇̒̊̋͝͠t̵͎̮̙̂ ̴̡̡͚̮̭͕͆ḏ̵̼̙̙̙̂͒̽͑o̶̢̗̳̤̼̲͗̎͂̈́̈́͝ ̷͇͍̘̼̞̘̿y̵̺̺̤͕̙͙͎̙͌̒̈́̚͠o̷̫̬̅̍ū̴̧̟͈̘͎͕̤̃̇̓̌͒́͝ ̵͙̙̽̽̀̄̎̍̾͆ḵ̴̛̼̗̮͉̥͗̅̃̎̍̂͜ń̵̠̥͉̝̞̬̗͒̂̂̐̋́o̶̘̮̮͈̺̦̠̓͊w̵̞͙̞͆̈́̆͒̍̕̕-̶̯́͑ ̶̲̞͉͇̙̭͊Ẃ̷̭̤͈͘ȟ̸̘̬̪͎̘͉̔͛a̶͕̓̅̆̽̓̔ẗ̸͓̦̘́̊̌͠ ̶̥͍̓̓͝d̴͙̪͇̰̯͑̏͒͂̃̀̒͜o̷̮̯̩̥̓̑̿͊͝n̵̳̺̪͖͉̣̯̍̉͑͐̑'̷̣̩̩̦̩̮̄̏̎̃͋̀ͅṭ̵͍̚ ̶̯̈́̃͂̄̓̽̂͠Į̴͍̩̖̖͙͗͆ ̶̟̓k̵̙̹̞̬͙͔͛n̸̯͓̲̯͐o̸͍̯̘͊̃w̷͖̫͈̩̰̓̏̐̀͑̈͜͝?̷̨̫̖̹̜͛́̚͝!̴̨͍͍̤̿̑̆̿ ̴͕̌̌̒̿́̑

*He was pleading he was scrunched up on the ground which made his whole body seem like just a giant glitch ball*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance looks over at Lee. He’s looking for a yes or no on if he should tell Parker.]

I… debated on it earlier. Just tell me if I should.

[deactivated-blog]

I... Go ahead. He... He needs to know.

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance nods. He approaches Parker, reaching out to put a hand on Parker’s shoulder.]

You’re gonna have to work with me on this, okay? It’s going to seem crazy, but… knowing can help. The more you know, the less it can affect you, I think.

[He takes a deep breath, pulling back out the glitching dice.]

Do you remember when I brought up this to you? How I rolled for perception and then suddenly could hear other people that didn’t seem to exist? It… apparently, there’s more to it.

[He puts the dice aside.]

That wall. You said you looked through it once. Thats letting you see your mod. The person I keep talking to whenever it seems like I’m talking to nobody is them. I have one too, their name is Cupid. Lee has one, and so do Holly and Hector. You’re the first I think to actually see their mod. So… I’m going to tell you what that means.

[He sighs softly, obviously worried about how Parker will react.]

We found out that we’re in a game. It’s… weird to know, but it explains everything. Why everyone has been quiet, why your games are disappearing… everything. Your games used to exist, but because we’re in a game… they don’t. Because there aren’t any “sprites” as the mods call it to show what your games look like. Thats… that’s where your games went. Including Sandy Land. I…

[He paused, the continued]

I didn’t want to tell you because me and Holly found out by, well… chance. I rolled perception and began to see the mods as floating eyes, and now me and Holly can actually interact with ours now that they and some of voices explained what’s going on. That’s why you heard me call the voices ‘Askers’ or ‘Anons’ because… that’s what they are.

[He pulls back, just incase Parker preferred being alone after hearing all of this.]

Do you need me to tell you more? I can try to explain more of it, if you want.

[By now, his glasses glitched even more, as well as the clasp of his cloak, further hinting to the point as he mumbles about a headache himself.]

[glitch-parker]

*Parker's mouth flapped open and close a few times as he failed to understand anything of what he was saying*

N̷̡̡̻͎͙͔͚͎̘̖̹̘̝̰͓͔̝͊͌͐̑̎̏̇̚͜-̵̡̡̯͔̬͎̼͔̹̥̭̪̦̟͇̬̐͆̾̔͊̈́̔̐̈ ̸̛̗͖̥̟̟̲̲̻̼̉̆͗̀̂̐͗͊̍̆́̕͘̕͜͝͝n̴̨̡̪͚͇̩̓̿̒͗̍͂̃͝ơ̵̡̡̙̺͖͍̭̬͚̫͎̬̥̈́͐̈͆̆̾͛̕̕ ̶̦̭͉̠̻̩́̃̇͑̽͋̉͌̈͑̒̾͌̿̌̚͠͝ͅy̶̛͕̭̬̟͐͋̄͒͆̿̿̉̓̔̂̆̄̚͘͠ö̶͎̮̤́͊̍̎̎̚͝ų̶̡̯̼͙̬̩͚̜̱̥̜̪̼͎͙͋̈́́͆̂̔͆̈́̀̊̉̃ͅ ̸̨̧̥̪͖̘͍̥̣̦̔̔ͅṇ̷͛̃̅̀̈́͊͌e̷̳͗̄̈́̇v̸͚̲̻͉͍̗͖͎͌͒̇̏̍̐̇̓̈́̚͜͝ę̴̫̩̜̥̼̖̪͕̹͍̜̏̇́̋́̾̌́͛̈̅̎͘̚̕r̵̫̪̦͓͚͚̗͑͐̀͂̌̋͜͝-̸̬̲̖̝͖̀̂ ̵̡̣̬̼͍̰̟̰̟̩̲̻̞̥͙̲̟̭̍̿͐̐̀̔͑͂͜Ṭ̸̫̊͐͆̀͑͛̈͛̏̒h̵̨̢͚͚̅́̄̋̈͛́̀̍̏̕͘̚͠ͅȇ̶̛̙̺̭̜̥̓̈́̊͋́̂̚̚-̷̢̦͔̺͕̯̩̗̹̝͔͇̳͂́̋̌͐̓́̄́͋͊̊̐̈́̇̔̾͠͝ ̵̡̲͍̖̅̉͘W̶̡̲̼̜̖̯͙̽̂͂͒̄h̶̝̘̯̭̗͔̒̾͋́̔̋̓̑́̇̇͒̚͝͝͝a̸̛͔͚̺̼͕͊̓̀̏͗̀̈̏̌̓̀̀̈́͘̚͝ẗ̵̥̤͙̰̠͕̘̻́͛̆̌́̈́?̴͍̹̖͈͓̗̠̣̹̮͓̱̲̟̰̝͎́̃͛̽̋̑̈́̊̂̾̽͐́͑́̕͝͠

*He words came as unfinished thoughts failing to articulate anything. The confusion didn't leave as you explain the rest*

W̵̥̩̥̞͕͗̒̾͌̓́̑̿̌̏̒̾͆̒̎͘̚ḥ̸̡̛̥̮̼̺̫̞͍̣͖̹̳̻͒͆̀͘a̸̡̖̘͖̺͎̣͚͇̜̟̪͒͂͂̉ṫ̶̢̼̥̪͚͉̤̫̖͎̗̲͇͉̺̻̾̇̉̈̿̒͂̐̾͂͒-̴́̀́̽̌̇̈́̍̚̚̕͜ ̵̨͈̮̟̪̟̞̣͎͖̮̺̞̩̫͙͋̑͛̔͆̏͆̐̐͋͛̕͝͝ͅw̵̢̨̛͍̘̲̺̲̪̥̰͎͎̖͛̎̐̿̉͒̍͋͂͛̈̿͋͆̀͘̕͜͠ͅḫ̸͇̰̖̭̲̗̝̺͍̳̝̤͖͌̊́̏̉̒̏͒̇͋̇̈́̚ẩ̶̢̨̢͖̪̝̦͈̫̙̈̐͜ṫ̴̡̨̧̫̳̪̣͎̙̼̜̜͔̮̝̑͆͜ͅ ̸̤͓̦͕̪̼̮̙̱͕̭̖̘̮̭͌̾̌̆͋̎̎̍̄͘͜͝ͅà̷̡̡̛̝͖̫̺̪̠͓̲͂̒̂̔̄͘͘͜͝r̸̄̍̏̽͐̈͐͝͠e̴̡̬̳̮͙̭̭̺̳̜̭͉̝̬̻̝̪̙͕̅͐͒͗̊̓̑̃̄̇̂̒͆̑͘ ̷͇̩̙̊̾̅́̀̈́̽̍͘y̸̬͎̘̮͕̤͙̺̫̌̊o̶̹͍̖̲̱͇̺͙̦̣̱̰͙̾̈́͛͆͑̈́͑͘͜ṷ̴̢̡̩̗̖̻̰̬͙̃̋̾͂̓́̐͊̆͠ ̸̡̺͍͈̣̠̳̠̬͔̘̜̬̻̻̠̪̩̓̀̀̄̓̌̚͝o̶̧̠͊̀́̈́̀͐̕͝n̵͐̒͗̒͋͆͋̕͘͜ ̸̛̯̗͈̖̖̣͚̺̠̭̓͐̂̔͛̏͒͋͑͑̒̃̕̚͝͠͝ͅa̵̛͔̠̰̖̒͐͒̿̀͋̂̏b̵̧̨̛͈̻͙̙̖͕̝͎̭̫͔̦͉̺̩̎́̇̏̽͊̀͛͠ơ̶̢̛̬͉̬̰͔̹̏̇̅̾̊̑̓̓̾͐͒͆̚͠͠͝ű̴̢̜͖̯̬̯̖̮̿̃̅t̴̩̰͙͠!-̸̶̧̜̰͓̮̮̪̟͙̜͔͛͋̽̓̔͆̊͐͐̏̀̈͋T̴̛̟̲̙̳̥̈́̂̿̆̀̔̌͂͌͌̉̕h̶̞̥̺͎̳̽͘ą̴̨̛̫̲͈͙͖̥͖͎̬͗͒̔̀̐͛̀̀̈́͆̑̍͋̏̓̒̋t̶̢̢̡̛͖̥̦̙̣̣͖̙̠͖͖̞̝̦̬̓́̏͆̔̅̋̉̍̓͊̕͜ ̵̨̗̠̠̖̫͉͔̌͊̓̒̉̑̀͑̑͐̽̆͘͜͝͝ḑ̸͖̫̭͓̬̜͈̼̗̹̟̇̉̈́̂́̓͋̀̉̏̒͛̽͌́̕̚͝ỏ̸̙͈̻̺̯͓͈̻̖͐̾͗̇͜͝͝e̵̝̠̓̀̄̇̒͂̂͗ͅṡ̵͎̫̐̆͗͊̀n̴̡̛̳̫̬̺͙̝̣͚̹̬̣̫̂͐͌͂́͌̀͝'̴̡̧̹̮̠͕̜͚̹̠͓̐ͅẗ̶̢̛̛̻͙͍̱̩̣͓̣̼̤̫̄͛̈́̈́̓̈́̓͗́͆͗̕̚ ̸̨̰͆̐̄̉̑̔̏̏̄̀͆̄͐͌̍ḿ̴͇̞̜̻̦̹͒̂͌͘ą̵̟͍̣̣̻̜̙̱̞̣͎̇̈́̎͌̆͐̋̒̈̄̾͘̚͜k̷̹͕͙͍͕̫̂̄̈̿͠ë̵̢̠͙̦̱̤̱̲͉͍ ̸̪̠͕͙͔̳̥̠͎̰̺̥̭̗̹́̓͛͐̌̇͊͘ŝ̷̢̧̨̨͖͉̖̯͉̣̱̤̭͉̹̮̱̄̈͛̓̕͜ͅę̵̟̲̬̓̔ń̸̡͔̟͍̫̱̥͉̭͇̳͐̓̀́́̑͌͐̔̇̕͘ş̵͍̭͙̰͇̈̔̔͐͌̌̆̎͆͘͜ē̸̱̞͖̮͉̺͔̠͉̗̿̃̈̃̇͗̉́̇̋͘̚͠ -̸̧̆̆

̵̼̞͉̺̿L̷̛͙̳̬͖̳̰̘̍̊͋́͛̓͐̽͗͒͂͒͋̒̚̕e̵̡̗̪̗̫͚̬̟̪̘̪͈̊̈́̃ę̷̧͈̞͎̤̩̟̭̺̫̖̦̞͈̗͚̖̏͘!̸̮̅́̅͑͆̓̄̓̅̈̂͌͐͋̑̚ ̷̨̖̺̗̼͔͚̝͙̫̳͉͕͈͕̥̬̂̂̀̀̀̌͊̎̿̑́̒̆̑́͝

*He suddenly called reaching out to him but just as quickly as he tried to get up he stumbled back grabbing his head leaning against the wall again*

w̸̡͚̱̬̮̦̪̟̼͆̈́̈́̍̅̏̇̑̿́̐́̆̈́͜ȩ̵̗̥͕̥̩̲̩͚̤͌͋̈́̓̑̅̏͑̓͝ ̵͔̒̎ p̶̹͍̜̞̫̬̻͎͒͆̂́͗̅̊̈́͂͌̋̿͗̇͌̍̋̚̕͜l̴̨̧͖͎̭͚̼͇̆̾̇̇̊̌̏͘̕ȃ̸̡̛̳̰̻̮̲̙̙̫̹̠̩̻͎͚͓̽̅̀͒̚̕ͅy̷͓̤̮̰͕̞̠͔̤̹̓͌̿̉̉̇̇͜ ̴̢̛̲͎͉̹̞̼̳̜͌͐̈́̉̍̈͂̓̓͘͜͝͠m̷̘͖͇̰̗͉̦͗͌̀̂͐̈́͋͌̚͜ͅ-̵̡̛̥̯͔̮̫̹̞̬̳̞̜̺͔͚͇̏̐̈̒̎̿ͅ ̸̱̈͂͆̂͒̏ͅm̶̨͍̯͇̖̄́͌̏̔̑̔̀̓̐͋͂͘y̴̧̭̙̮̳͔̬̳̭̜̭͎̪̖͈̹̣̰͗̅̎͋̍̆̀̔̈͂̒̊͐̀̈́̎͘͘ ̴̢̧͉̣͕̺͎͈͖̦̩͉̘̒̽͂͑̈́̈͑̎̒̇̃̈́͐͐̈́̚͘g̸̛͎̓̽̇͝a̷̢͉̪̙͈̬̣͈̦͓̍̔̌̓́̽̕͜m̵̫͉͍̿̇̌͐̈̍̀̅̕͝e̸̡̨̡̛̻̣̲͔̗̙̠͓̞͖̭̥͚̟̠͌́͑͐̈́̃͐̚͜ş̸̛͙̗͓͈̙̱̬̗̞̼̩͂̐̀̑̆͋̂̌͋̍̀̄̽̓͂͒ ̸̡̬͓̩̦̙́̆̈͛̋́̿͌̏͑̋ḅ̷̧̢͔̭̲̥͍̟͔͇͖̗͊͌̌̍̓͜͜͝ͅe̵̢̼̬͓̠̜̯̱̠̣̯͉͚͋̀͊̀͜ͅf̶̛͕̞̱̈́͛ͅǫ̸̹͇̠̙̺̝̼͋̽̐̀̃̈́̆͂̃̋̏̇ͅŕ̴̫̳̲̐e ̵̢̦̰̯͑́̓̽͆͌͂̀̅̃͆̏̋̔̂̅̽͘ ̷̡̢͍̳̮͇͇̩̹̩̩̖̫͙̱̜̄̔͌̽̽̓̇̓̉̉̊͌̏̕͜͜͝ͅr̴̨͙̹̦͙̝̻͇͇̣͇̹͑̊̅͊̎̽̓̃̓̉͛̄i̶̧̝̲̪̺̫͕͖͍͖̩̺̔̈ͅg̵͔͙̮̽̽͌̓̓͋̑̉̌̒̓͊̚͠h̵̖̠̥͚̘̹͉̞̼́̑͜t̷͕́̈͌́̀̋ͅ!?̵͎̖̾͊̈́͂̏̑̈́͛̋̒̎̌̋͑͛̓̑̅̕ ̶̬̗̋̾̒̑̆̓̿͐̍͂̂̇̌́́Ś̵̕̚â̴͈̝̤̩̭̫̞̺͉̻͙̱͍͖̖̹̆̄̂̊̆̎̕ͅn̸̹͇̩̽͛̿̽͗ḑ̵̯̯͈͙̬̜̮͔͙͈̩̞̺̉͌̀͌̓̃̊̃́͑̋̈͑̌̿͜͝y̵̛͙̹͗̓͗͊͝ ̸̨̞͇͚͎͚̥̞̮̺̹̥͇̫̇͆̈̈́͆̋͌̿́̀̐͘̚͜͜͠L̶̪̳͈̯͙͖̬̯̠̺͎͍̟̃̎̇͑̉̃̇̓̅̈́͌̌̕͜a̵̛͎̠͛̏̌̏̈́͑̔̕̚n̴̡̩̺̯͔̘͈͍͇͍͙͕͙͌̊̓̂̏̑͂̐͌̋͗̕d̶̨̧̡̢̜̱̱̪̮̄̾̎̋̅̄͘͜͜͝,̵̢̝̠̖̜̩̞̬̩̦͈̱̖̬̤͎̑̿͋͛͒̈́̑̀̄͊͘͘͜͝͝ ̸̧̛͎̤̻̱̬̮̔C̷̡̢̢̨̣̲̘̜̮͇̼͈͍͎͕̞̭̈́̽ͅͅh̵̗̥͕̹̠͙̳̩͓̲͇̩̲͈̉̀̈́̏̿͊̈̿̂é̶̛̪͖̬̖͓̥̙̻̦͚̖̔̍͌̑̀͋͂͆͋̊̎̒̈́̚͠s̸̘̻̞̲͚͍̖̗̤̥̗̜͈͉̭̲̓̾͗̽̔́̽̊̄̚͜ŝ̸͙̹̼͕̤̫̫̟̈͋̌͆͋̀̕͝͝͝,̵͎̟̞̬̃̿͐͑̌̔̈́̒͆̓̇͂́̽͜͝ ̴̢̧̠͓̰̘̖̺̻̤̠̲̼͇̗̈̀̑̕͝͠ͅC̴͋̓͗̒͂̋̐͗̽̇͛͆̓̂̇͜ṟ̶̼̜̹̉͗̉̚e̸̢̢̫̼̫͖͎̲͍̭̞̳̳͎̫͈̽͗̈́̅͐͒̏̉͒a̴͉̩̤͆͒̓̾͋͂̑͊͛̏̆͘̚͝m̸̧̡̧̥̻̬̲̼̖̲̖̪̼̭̺̾͆͂̇͌͆͝͝ͅ ̷̧̜̥͉̭͍͎͚͎̭̞̽̎̆̐̀̅͛̈C̸͔̩̦̺͖͂̊͗̓a̴̪̘̹̺͈̠̭͎̣̣͉̣̤̪̼̳̘͒̿̈͜p̴̛̛̳͎͇͔̫̞̺̫̽́̅̊̀͊͘̕͝ỉ̴̦̮͍̅̀ͅţ̴̢̧̢̡͍͎̘͎̹̻̱̣̯͖͉̓̔͌͜ã̷̛̱̘͖̿̂͐̑̌̋̔̈́͗̇̾͝͝l̷̡̨̠̖͉̹̺͈̲̮̰̋̊̿̒͗̄̈́̾̈́͐̚i̶̢̪̹̭̺̜̱̬͚̅̇̿̾͋̆̃̍̍̅ś̶͖͇͚̮̭̖̝̰̙͙̟̙̘̓̓͜t̶̙̰̘̫͇́̔̾́̂͐̀̇̽̋͐͠!̴̨͙̪̺̙͙̰̬̯̥̜̺̲͙͙̥͉̓̈́͆̂́̈́͆̐̀̑͜͜ ̶̡̖̯̳̳̘͉̗̺̼̗̖̈́͑͠Ä̵́̎̉ḻ̶̦̪͙̹̟̝̀́̓̒̓̈̌̌̄̆̔̓̓̅ļ̶̡̗̦̥̤͔̻̲̝̣͍̗̞͖̳̆̎͐̉̒̌̿̅̎͛̇̌̂̋́̈́͘̚͝ͅ ̸̠̖̊͋͐̿́̄̈͌̑̀̾́̓̓̆̑̆̉͘ỏ̵̧̢̟͓̯̞̦̟̤̰̞͊͛̀̑̀͜f̵̡̤͙͙́̏͑̈̀ ̷̬̗̮̮͕̫̪̲̯̲̭͈͚̰͕͑̀͐͗̋̈̓̀͜ͅį̵̢̛̤̥̣͎̯̑̅́̾̓͌̍̏̀͋ṯ̶͉̺̝͓͓̥̣͍̰̣͍̮͍̣̲́̓͛͊̍!̵̺̿͆̇̐̿̑͊͘̚̚ Ỹ̴̞̮͎̓̀̔ö̵̟̜̫͔͔͎́͛̑͋̇u̷̳̲͙̦̹͓̹̽̌̀̌͘ ̸̝̝̯̱̫̮̪͙̑͂̍͒̎̕͝͠c̶͍̲̑́̀͝a̵͈͉̟̗̐̔̍̕͜ṅ̸̛̥̓̂̚ ̴̭̭̝̜̭̘̺͂͒͊͌̕c̶̠̖̟̫̎́̔̓͑͛̾̀ö̶͍̙͉͇͎͚͔́͆̒̂n̵̺͎͉̭̑̑̕͜f̸̛̯̙̻̱̯̐̔͋͂̾́͋į̴̩̟͉͙̻͗̈́ŗ̶͇͓̈́͂͑͘m̴͈̰͍̤̓͜͝ ̶̨̹͋͒͘h̵̛̰̘͖̻̹̬́̏͌̊̂̅̊o̸̱̘̝͊̾̄͋̆̌̽w̵̪̙̰̰͆ ̴̗̽͜c̴̞͇͕̻̿̂̇r̵̢͈̭̥̥͚͋͛͋̐̒̐á̶́̀̎̄z̸y̷̔͆̒̾̓ ̴̡̎̉̃̑͘h̵̛̟̯̩̺̹̙́̿̔ȩ̶̨̥̬͔͈̥̀̀͛̓͘͝ ̴̟̬̑͌̀s̴͍͒͌où̵͓̱̳̤͕̻̒̽̃n̵͉̬̒ds̷̹̪̮̱̣͕͐̄͜͝

( @showstopper-homeowner)

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Chess is real. Sandyland and Cream Capitalist... aren't.

Lee rubs the back of his neck, wincing as he rubs against a small circle scar on his neck.

But... That's neither here or now. I... I'm trying to, undo this. I'm no coder, but surely I can fix this... I have to. I hate seeing you guys like this.

[glitch-parker]

B̴̹̩̣̪̏̌̾͐̈͘̕̕͘-̶̛̭̲̦̦̿̏̀͋͐͆͘͠͝͠ ̸͙̼̦̗͋́̌̐͂͌̾b̸̥̲͕́͐̍̓̚͜u̶͇͔̭̣̖̿̈́̿̾̐͗̂̽̓͜t̷̙̾̍̓̈́̐̾̊͋̂͝͠ ̵̛̦̤͕̜͇̩͖̀̋̇̓͒̾͋ͅͅẃ̵̫͚̱̘̊ę̶̛͊̓̏̿̈́͂́ ̶̥͖͈̰̩̟́̀̎̓́̑͆̌͆̑͝p̵̖̩̻̤͇͎̪̗̀͑́̉͂̂́̕͝͝ĺ̴̨̧̳͉͔͇̞̖̘̥͛͋̈́͑̈́̔̚͜͠å̴̛̤̗̲̼̺͒́͆̽y̸̨͉̥͎͉̙̩͎̗̒̏̍̚̚̕͜ͅ ̸̧̘̠̫͇͐i̷̡͙͈͚͒̐͌̇̆̎̀ţ̸̢̧̪̥̰̦̱͕͉̟̟͐́̃̊͑̇͑͆͝͝͠ ̷̲͇͊̈̍̾͘t̶̢̩̼́̏̽͆̋̄́̑͘o̶̙͖͂̃ͅǧ̵̯͎̪̬̘̣̲̮͈͗̄̍͝ḛ̵̡̡̦͕̟͚͈̹̙̐̐̀̓̈́́͌̑t̴̛͙͙̫̙̀͛̀̏͂̒͊̚͝͠h̶̉͆er̸̳͖̩̠͔̆͒̽̄͂̈́͛͂͝!̸̨̨̀ ̶̪͉͉̬̤͕̘͛T̶̠̳̜̰͚̆͗̍̉͆͜h̵͎̏̐̓̅ǎ̶̛̞t̴͗̔̋̔̂̆̈́̆͝-̷̎͋̎ ̷̬̄̈́̈͂̅̆̿̚t̵̨̧̤̪͙͈̺̹̘̱͉̟̀̆͑̈́̓̅͊̾̚̕ḥ̷̝́̋̀̒̅̈́̕͜ͅa̷̰̻̩̗̹̹͉̥̝̟̋̐̔̌̌̀̈́͛̊͊͋͜͜t̴̯̱̾̑̾ ̵̨̖͇̥͇̖͕͓̫̗̝͓́́́͊͛̎̈́̔̿͘͝ḧ̵̢̧͖̻̲̘̥́̋͑̀̆̑̽̍͛̀͠ö̴̘̱́̿́̀̌̒̎͊̀͗̚ͅw̸͖̑̈́͐͜ ̸̨̨̞̗͙̀̔̉̀̈́w̵̢̜̬̦̄́͘͜e̵̘̣͕̟̙̩̤̅͜͝'̵̧̖̟̹̲̔͝v̶̩͍̈́́̄̐̌͘ę̸͇̲͓̝͍̬͍̠͗͆̏̉̈́̓͝ͅ ̸̨͍̜̮͖̝͔͈̪̘̰̖̇͊͌̒̇͂̃̅ḅ̵̈̒̔̀̅̋͗e̴̩͚̲̩̻̻̒̉̀͛͛̆̕͜͜c̸̛̼͈̖̱̞̗̱̻͐̽̋̑́͂̈́̏̓̐͝o̶̡̧̟̝̲̫̮̤̜̟͍̽̈́͗́̏͆̑͛̑ͅm̵̻̞̉͋͂͊́͒͌̚͝ė̴̦͍͕̳͎͔̩͑́͘̕͝͝ ̶̡̛̬͈̱͉̤͔̣̋͒̽̆͂̀͝b̷̩̭̺͖͆̽̈́ę̷̨͓̲̳̳͚̞̣̟͎͂̿̽̾̆̊̀̚͜s̵̨͂ţ̷̻̄̄́͗̄̿͛̆͐e̴̛̙̬̓̎͗͆̽̒ͅs̶ f̴̧̛̳͇̟͔̼͎̩̬̜̹̀̓͜ö̴̘̱́̿́̀̌̒̎͊̀͗̚ͅ ̴̧̞͉̦̘͚̦̹̠͊͆̾f̴̧̛̳͇̟͔̼͎̩̬̜̹̀̓͜r̸̨̛̖̪̳̪̠̱͖̘̬͊̿̄̅̀̐͑̒̿͘͜ͅi̶̦̗̣̘͙̅̌́̒̿ê̸͉̞̱̬̫̟̺̩͜͝ň̷d̵̰͉̩͐̉̃̏̒́̋̆̓̐̀s̸̰͌̑̄̾̈́̏̈̈͑̀̔͠!

̵̨͍̹̳̹͉͋͆̒́̍ͅW̷̧̠̜̱̲̣̘̼̣͊̕e̴͎͕͕͓̘̰̰̎́̓̒͒ͅ ̵̼̻̫̘̐̓͑͋͜ͅp̵̨̨͕͎̫͈̠̞͕̬̱̄̑ͅl̵̒̎́͒͊a̸̪̱͗̈́̍̓̑̌̉̄̑͑͘͝y ̴͖̟͚͉̩̰͓̮̀̈̉͜ẗ̴͙̘̻̝͕̹͓̞͇́͛̄͠͝ĥ̵̞͔̘̫̻̥̻̎͒͒̆̌̚o̶͖͎̙̺̲̺̻̠͈̝̰̔̀́̇̒̽̓̎̀͋̅s̶͍̣̐̈̃ę̶̜̹̣̫̭̜̬͓̿̄̇͘͠ ̵͚̀̒̉̑͑̚ͅt̵̡̨̞̒̇͂h̶͚͙̎͆̕̚͜r̸͇̖̜͈̚ee̵̛̺̘͉̳̣͖͕̮̥͌̂̋ ̶̞͇͆̋̚͝ͅg̶̨͍̘̫̩̝͉͔̥͚͍̿͆͛̎͂͐̕͝ą̵̤͙̪̪͎̼̟̮̼̮̓͊̋̓̔̈́͗̓̉̐̕͝m̷̼̻̥̮̬̦̾̔̃̅̓̃̄̿͊͋̓͌e̸̼͕͌̿̎̋̈s̵̛̖̻̀̌̂͜ ̵̦̤͎͇̳͚̙͚̠̹̻̈́̏͂ą̸͉̻͖̞̿ņ̴͉̰͛͑͂̉́͌̕̕ḋ̶̼̤̽̍̓̂̓̅̓ ̵̨̉͛͒̏̾̓́ŗ̸̜͔̗̩̈́̌̃̽̌̎̄̈́̑̈́͠͝ͅờ̴̬͎̤͖͔̝̼͉̃̍̈́̂͆̀͒̇̚͜ͅll̵̨̡͔̹̲̳͙̣̳̬̠̣̀̆̈̚ ̸̹̱̜̯̪̀͂̒́̀́̀ ṫ̶̟̼̬̬̜͉̯̀̎̆͊̍͝͝h̷̟̗̣͇̲̭̰̏ě̴̡̩̮͙̲̏̅͋̎̍̀́̇ ̴̛͔̯͕͙̹͗̅͊̈́̔͆͌̑͝ḏ̸̢̛̭͕̱̺̬͍͚̔ͅi̷̤̟̩̫̰̗̩̜͗̀̅̇͗͊ͅc̸̡͖̮̦̼̲̠̔̎̌ë̵̜͚͎̈!̸̤͓̝͖͈͚̭͔̀̎͛͛̄͋̾͘͠͠ ̴͔̠̥̘̼̘̈́͑̇̾̍̂̀́͝͠Ţ̴̝͖̼̼̂ͅh̶͉̬̓̉̊̈̈́̀͂̂̒̚ä̸̖͖̣́̔̌͝ţ̶͓̝̱̠̱̉͒̑ş̶̢̛̰̗̻̪̻̭͈̼̮̞̇̅̊̒͒̉́̆̉̇̑ ̶̧̡̰͕͍͈̰͑t̵͓̾̈́͆͊̂͋̐͐̚͝h̸̺̆̿̐͆̓̉͂͑͘e̷͍͂̃́̀̈́̂͌̾̚ ̴̩̦̰̘̥̲̙̺͓͓̄̔̃̎̎Ȓ̷̨̟̟̙̟̗̖͕̀̇̕͜Ứ̷̛̫͉̜͖̱͙͆̈̄̃̎̀͝͠͝L̴̼̘̞̞̬̯̠̦͎͇̙͙̒̓̑͐̏Ẹ̷̤͕̭͔̪͋̉͌͑͝S̷̢̠͓̱̊̔͂͗̉̀̓ͅ!̶̼̘̺̼̼͕̟̑̂̿̒͐̑͒͝ͅ ̴̣̮̹̽̇̇͆Ỉ̷̡̛͖̰͓̰͖̲̦͛̕f̵̞̙̳̬̟̟̩͍̼̙̱͈́̾̏̄̓̕̕ ̶̧̡̛͖̻̙̗̙̠̠̰̹͇̔̽̌͑̔̌́͘t̷̮̮͙̘̙̘̼̝̫̩̩̠̋̊̑͑͒h̴̤͍̥͔̹̭̼̥́͜ḛ̸̞͚͙̮̗̬͈̫̗̮̈́̄̔̒̓͆̈́̐͒͑̕͝ý̸̜͖͍̹͔̞̺̜̦̬̓̀̃͜ ̷͍͍͉̈́̋̆͐́̕͝d̷̢̢̛̟̝͈͔͚͙̾̇̄̿͆̔̍̊͆͒͜i̸̦͗͛͊̈́̀̒͠ḑ̸̛̤̣̣̮̍́̚n̶͎̠̼̉͒̓̕'̶̧̧̗̌̎̀̓̇́̆͝t̷̛̫̭͂͛̓͆ ̵̲̓͜͝ę̸̧̖̠͕͇́̆̐̓͐͑̈́̈́͜x̸̩̭̳̪̱̖͓͎̠̲̫͐̌̅͂̃̔̐̚͘͝͠ī̶͚̝͍̖͕̤͕̳̯̦̙̥s̴͔̘̝̱͍̑̿̈́̔̎̓̓̃̀́͘͝t̸̯͙̫͎͈͕̯͉͙̗͙͂̀̆͝ ̷̡̈̐̉t̸͕̳͎̩̟͙̱̜̼̠̒̈̓̿̒̔̓̈́͐̕h̷͕̰̪͖͉̩̻̭͛̋͊͒̏̐̋̔͌̈́̕͠ȅ̷̟͋͆̉̈́̍ỳ̵̱̟͓́́́͛́̽́̕͝͝ ̴̡̙̰̤̖̥̼̝͙̒̆̃͌̄͛̈́͛̑̆̾͜͝ẅ̵̨͖̘́͠ȏ̸͓͉̱͓͍̟͆̎̀u̴̘͎͚̻͑̀̾͂́͌͐͛̒l̶̛̩͍̗̖̬͈̥̗͔̻͔̹̿̀͑͛̅̽̂̊̅ḑ̵͚̪̲̄̒͋̀͂̏͊̓̀̉͜ ̶̭͉̖͚̆͛͂͌̐̃́͆͑͘̕͠b̷̼̼̤̫̤̄͗͒̍̑ę̶̻̲̭̰̗͍͍̱̻͖̹̾͆̓̇͝ ̵̦̗̞̀̿̿̈́̂͒̆̄̄̈͝n̵̛̦̬͓̙͚̲̟̣̟̞̣̉͆͋̇̃͘̚͝͝͝o̶̡̡̡̙̖̰̭̔͗-̷̧̯͇̩̹͍̱̜̜͐̅̒̏̆̿̋̆̍̑̕

̴̨̢̥̲͎̮̗͉͖̻̬͍͐̓̎̈́͊͒̆͒͌͋̈́N̶̘̳͖̮͛̆́̊̂̈̓͑͊o̵̧͖̪̪̍̄̂̄͆̈̈́͜͝ ̴̖̖͕͍͔̥̯̊͋́ͅŗ̷̖͓̙͇̠͍̓͆́̒̒͂̿́͒͘͝͠ủ̶̧̧͚̱̼͇̹͇̫̳͉l̷͍͑̋̀̔̽̓͠e̵̛̫̬̻̼̹̣͚͔̘̾̓͑̓́̈̆͋͋́s̷̢̧̯̜̺̼͊̏̋̽̀̐͜͝!̸̙͍̺̠̰̮̿̔͗̽͠͠͝͝..

[deactivated-blog]

I... Made choices. Pressed buttons.

// i pressed the buttons

Shut up.

// damn okay

[glitch-parker]

Ţ̴̳̩̫̝̝͕̒̀̐͆̎͌̆͂̒͝ḧ̶͖̔͋͛̋ę̵̪̲͎͚͙̜̼̩̦̊.̷̡̧̖̠̬̙͕̟̰̈̈́̆͒͊.̴̻͋́͛͒͆̎̓̃̚.̶̪̯̞͕͈̼͍͖̝̺͐͆gã̸̧̧̺̱m̶̢̩̘̤͙͙̮̹̾ͅe̷̥͇͒̽̈̽̈́̽̅̓͘s̴̢͓̥̥̼̼̿̄͒̈́ ̷̞͚̪̲̙̙͕̐̃̈́̋̀̚d̸̡̛̖̹̼̖͕̉̀̓̃̋̌͐͘̚į̶̣̙͎͙̻̇̅̅̎́̒̍͐d̴̥͊̀̀n̴͚̬͓͕̞̭̘̻̤̓̿̃̽̋̑̕'̷̗̫͙͛t̴̞̙͇͕̫̯̯́̈́̈͜ ̸̞̭͎͕̱̲̻͕̝̊͛͒̈́͛̍͘̕̕͠h̷̡͙̱͎͙́̆̋͝a̸̧͐̋̈́̈́̌͋́̚v̶͔̬͇͑̇͋̉͂ḛ̵̬͚̜͂́͒͛̆ͅ ̵̞̅̔̉̀͂̾b̴̗͛̍̈́ȕ̴͓͙̜͖̋̕ẗ̸̢̮͖̭̲̽͐͊͘ẗ̸̯́̀̔͆̒̑ó̴̡̖̬̠̝̲̝̘̓̆̕ň̷̡̜̼͔̯͔̻̈́̒s̶̱̣̘̑.̷̰̾̈́..̷̰̾̈́

[deactivated-blog]

Yeah, but the game I'm playing,

Lee gestures around the house.

Does have games.

[glitch-parker]

.̶̨̟͑̽̽͋͆̿͆ͅͅ.̵̇̌̈́́. ̶̫͉͓͎͍̳̰͔͛̂̈́͆̎̓͌̅̂͒̚W̵̢̧̼̰̫̜̟̘̟̭͖̝͕͍̫͌̓̒̉̍ḩ̸̛̳͚̳͙̥͔̫̳̈́̒̾́̌͗̽ą̵̻̲̺͈͍̗̥͉̮̹̓͒̏́ͅt̴̺͈̝̮͈͉̗̦͚̝̻͊̋͋̀͛̾̀̐̑̊?̴̛̦̦̝͇̩̯̣̞͇̑̎̚

*He quickly looks around*

[deactivated-blog]

// DAWG throw me we said games instead of buttons

Motherfu- Buttons. Sorry. Misspoke. But, uh... You can't see them from your end.

[glitch-parker]

...̵̜̩̇̌̈́́̌͊̿̇́̚͠͝

W̵̢̧̼̰̫̜̟̘̟̭͖̝͕͍̫͌̓̒̉̍ḩ̸̛̳͚̳͙̥͔̫̳̈́̒̾́̌͗̽ą̵̻̲̺͈͍̗̥͉̮̹̓͒̏́ͅt̴̺͈̝̮͈͉̗̦͚̝̻͊̋͋̀͛̾̀̐̑̊?̴̛̦̦̝͇̩̯̣̞͇̑̎̚

*It didn't help his confusion*

[glitch-parker]

(( @showstopper-homeowner hello?))

[deactivated-blog]

// ack! so sorry, we've been so busy >.<

...I, uhm. Don't know how else to describe it...

[glitch-parker]

*He's not satisfied with that answer. He tries to think of something to say, but he can't he curls back against the wall again holding his head. he was muttering something but the glitching made it too hard to tell*

[deactivated-blog]

Parker...?

Lee crouches down to Parker's level, concern all across his face.

I-I know it's a lot to process...

[glitch-parker]

*He seem to keep muttering until Lee said the last part where he stopped. He looked up feeling betrayed processing it was all true. All of it. His glitching got worse obscuring him completely. He presses himself closest to the wall he could his voice was loud, yelling, but impossible of what. Despite Lee only being at his level and not touching Lee's body started to glitch. It was mild not painful but not pleasant*

[deactivated-blog]

Lee pulls himself away from Parker, panic visible in his eyes.

Parker!

He searches around for his phone, trying to access the settings. If he could use that to bypass into the code, surely he can-

A glitch wracks up Lee's own arm as he tries to press the settings button on his phone.

Ow...

Lee shakes off the glitch, glaring at his phone. His computer might have better luck, then...

I-I'm gonna fix this, Parker. I'm going to take care of the glitches. I promise.

He dashes out of the attic and downstairs towards the attic. He has so much to fix and so little time to fix it. Lee doesn't know how much worse the glitching could get, but it could get real bad real quick.

[glitch-parker]

*the glitching on Lee's body stops when he gets away from Parker. Parker only hear the hurry steps leave the attic. His vision blurred from the glitching mess. Everything hurts that it started to numb. He quietly said something but not moving much.*

// Should... Should I do something?... Lee just bailed on us....

( @nat-20-on-perception yes we're back and still doing this)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance hums, responding to you.]

Lee isn’t bailing, they’re… trying to help. They have a method that… that me and Holly are against. Maybe… you can give Parker something to comfort him a bit? All of the mods seem to be able to do that, so… maybe you can try? I’ll do what I can too, since all of that glitching has to be painful…

[Chance looks at Parker, his voice soft as he reaches out, putting a hand where he could only assume was Parker’s shoulder.]

Parker? Can you hear me?

[glitch-parker]

*Parker heard everything. Even before Chance started to talk to him. He didn't want to question what or who he was talking to. Probably a voice, a voice that wants to comfort him at least perhaps if he wasn't feeling so bad he would be grateful. He doesn't do anything for a moment before looking up. It was impossible to tell from all the glitching which was spreading to chance a bit from being in proximity. The glitches just kind of move to giving the vague idea that he was looking at Chance along with some glitchy words as some sort of reply.*

//I don't exactly know what to do tho or how to comfort him. The most I know how to do is mess with his code I doubt pausing him for another month would help any))

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance just smiles. Even if he can’t hear Parker’s reply, it was a good sign that he was trying]

I need you to breathe, okay? Try to calm yourself, and… I’ll be right here with you. I’m sure Lee will come back up here eventually with something that can help in some way, even if it’s just temporary. Once you’re calm, you… can ask me any question you have. Even if I don’t have an answer, I’m sure those little voice friends of ours will have something they can tell me that will help me answer you.

[glitch-parker]

*He hugs his knees closer curly more into himself. He says something*

//sorry to disappoint but I'm not too sure what I can do... Cupid! It's been a while since you were in the conversation do you have ideas?))

(*She has absolutely no shame putting them on blast even almost seeming like they're expecting an answer return despite this being rude*)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance laughs a bit, before sitting closer to Parker.]

I’m right here, okay? Just breathe.

//Oh! What about uhhh-

[After a moment, there’s some flowers in the room, mostly near Parker.]

//Boom! A bunch of bright flowers to try and make him happy!

[Chances voice is a whisper as he looks over to where he can see the two eyes representing the mods.]

Will that even work-?

//Of course it will! And if I find he has a favorite, I’ll find a way to put more of those!

okay-

[Chance clears his throat, looking at Parker to see if it helped.]

[glitch-parker]

*Parker doesn't seem to notice the flower at all but the flower definitely reacts to Parker as the flower glitchs very heavily. Parker says something to Chance still unaware he's not being heard*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance sighs softly]

Parker, I… can’t hear you. That’s why I’m trying to help you calm down, so that I can hear what you’re telling me.

[Chance picks up one of the flowers instead, showing it to Parker.]

These are- these are from one of the voices, the one I call Cupid. Apparently the really like flowers-

[glitch-parker]

*The glitching on the flower now starting to spread to Chance even getting closer to Parker seems to make it worse for both of them as well but it doesn't seem to spread more than where it is. He seems to see the object but he didn't react. His blurry vision made it hard to see, and when he try to focus it hurt his head. He started to put his head back down. Parker tries to say something at a higher volume.*

//at least you tried. More than I can say I can do right now...)

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance winces at the glitching, but he doesn’t let himself react too much. Instead, he reaches to try and hug Parker.]

It’ll be okay, okay? Try to breathe with me, I’m with you, I’ll help.”

//Yeahh- maybe it’ll help more once he’s less glitchy-

[glitch-parker]

*He shuts up when he feels the embrace. The glitching was all over Chance now almost as bad as Parker's but less obscuring yet he seems to cling to Chance. Hugging back tightly*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance winces again, but he doesn’t let go. Not when he can tell it’s helping. He doesn’t make an attempt to talk, knowing words couldn’t do much when you couldn’t understand the person you were helping. So he just holds onto Parker.]

[glitch-parker]

*After a moment he can hear his rugged glitching breathing. After a few deep breaths his glitching seems to lessen intern also doing the same for Chance still hurting but a little less now.*

[nat-20-on-perception]

[Chance offers a little smile, talking quietly. His voice glitches a bit, but it’s understandable at least.]

S̴͉̀e̸̊ͅè̶̹?̵̟̇ ̴̢͝Y̶̩̆o̶̺̔ȗ̵͜’̵̧͒ṟ̵̊e̶̡̒ ̸̝͝o̷̳̿k̴͉͒ặ̴y̶̛̱.̴̼̽ ̵̩͒I̵̱͗’̸̼̇m̴̰̓ ̶̳͐h̵̠͗é̶͍r̵̢͂e̷͉̓ ̷̱͐w̶͖͝i̷̯̊t̴͉̑ẖ̶͝ ̸̻̇ỳ̴̘o̶͍̒u̴̝͆.̴̖̅

//This is actually pretty sweet.