The Night Shift

at the corner of blackbox and also blackbox // mun is @cryptologicalmystic; this blog is technically a side blog to @smiley-anonymous

[nightshift-official]

Anonymously identified, Leah and Taylor transformed, semantic identities are all changed, now you are no longer human. Recognizable as yourself you are not, face the facts, as you are as anonymous as I and others.

Fuck you. I'm finally able to look in the mirror without flinching, okay?

As far as I'm concerned, that's all I need to be human. ( •`_•)

[chongoblog]

My cringe soul being ripped from this fail mortal coil

[cosmicpteradactyl]

the lemon...is the sky...

[flamesilver-anon]

hello everybody i have anxiety

[nightshift-official]

Leah here. I'm going to start feeding this blog a steady diet of bad jokes and overripe memes until Taylor finds their way back from space. ( ò∀o̽ )

@limelight-tenacity That enough incentive?

[limelight-tenacity]

The memories are coming back. Words and actions that I had only known secondhand falling into place like pieces of a puzzle made out of thorns and radioactive waste and other painful and unwanted trash. I thought to ask Leah whether her own death had sparked something similar but then I remembered that the Harmonists had dosed her with ❝mnestics❞ so that they could debrief her which means that would be pointless.

I had remembered considering putting in my two weeks' notice. Even just quitting outright. It never happened. Never mustered the courage. Except it did and I did. I just forgot it every time. Even in the absence of gremlins. The tall man playing his games. It must be. I hate that fucker I want to cave his goddamn skull in see the life leave his smug eyes all at once like it drained from ours over that entire goddamned year why why why.

That hellhole was my prison and I didn't even know it.

I can't if they try to make me go back and man the register I can't I don't know what I'll do. I can't. I cannot go back there. Not again. I died there for fuck's sake. My blood is still on the floor. I can't. I can't. I

[In their haste to get the words out, expressed, just the hell away from their mind where the thoughts can't consume them, Taylor accidentally clicks 'queue' instead of 'post privately'.]

[nightshift-official]

((self reblog

[nightshift-official]

yeah. you'd be lucky if they decided to forgive you. but you haven't even said sorry, have you?

[This ask goes unanswered.]

[nightshift-official]

((hey no offense but anon text is unreadable w the current theme colors?

((i'll get on it!! ;;

[nightshift-official]

nothing to say, huh? you knew what you did was wrong. you don't have an excuse or an explanation for it. you simply wanted to be rid of them. because you thought they were part of the problem. you didn't stop to think for a moment that they might be innocent, that they might be on the same side as you. you didn't think that maybe, just maybe, they looked up to you. trusted you. and now they hate you because of what you did.

...

[[MORE]]

You're right.

[nightshift-official]

not the point. you left children who did (compared to everyone else) nothing wrong to freeze to death on the streets.

[Taylor drafts several responses. None of them feel right. None of them feel meaningful.]

[What kind of sorry excuse is ❝I didn't know❞?]

[In the end, they just delete the ask.]

[nightshift-official]

you kicked them out onto the street. they were basically children for gods sake. you left children out on the street. you should be ashamed.

...

We have left the Chipotle, you know. They may return now if they so desire.

[It's not the answer the anon's looking for, and Taylor knows it.]

[nightshift-official]

Hello! How are you doing today, Ser Taylor?

I am afraid that I don't know what a ❝ser❞ is. Google is of no help.

[Well, DuckDuckGo. But Taylor doesn't want to get out of the habit of not using Google.]

[nightshift-official]

YOUR UNFORTUNATE DEMISE

Unfortunately, I believe you are somewhat late for that event. Perhaps try again some other time.

[You're probably going to get better results from Leah's personal blog.]

[That, or you just haven't figured out how to get on Taylor's nerves yet.]

[nightshift-official]

doot doot

Is that so? I must admit, I am for the most part unsurprised.

[nightshift-official]

[This blog's blocklist, and the blocklists for Leah and Taylor's personal blogs, have been anomalously cleared.]

[343 is getting kind of bored, apparently - and unlike the now abandoned Chipotle, neither Tumblr's servers nor the island of Kenowhere are protected by reality anchors.]

[nightshift-official]

[And just like that, with one movement, Taylor and Leah are there.]

[Kenowhere.]

[nightshift-official]

[Taylor and Leah have been messaging back and forth. Taylor has finally, finally, managed to make their way back to Earth.]