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CW for this blog : horror, unsettling imagery, possible over-describing for gorey stuff

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(Eilir allowed the static the surround them, almost overwhelming them. It numbed the pain ever so slightly. They couldn’t See. A fog reminiscent of static filled their mind. They were vaguely aware of the glitching monstrosity they had become, and a faint voice in the back of their mind feared that they may be too far gone and that because of this, they had suffered a great loss. Someone… close, important to them. Why can’t they remember?)

<< Cypher had been hit by that blasted computer whilst trying to fight for Eilir. His blades had done nothing, and his prized weapons had fallen into the Void. He laid there, making feeble attempt to move his battered, bloodied and bruised body every now and then. Every time he failed. He prayed Eilir would make it out of there alright. He wasn’t sure how he could be of much help. Dizziness hit him every time he got even close to sitting up again. >>

(Though the static was virtually overwhelming them, it hadn’t fully claimed them. A small part of them held on, clinging to the idea of that someone who could lose them, who they could lose. It hurt. The static grew and it hurt. Every instinct begged them to let it take over, to let the Eye claim them)

<< he knew Eilir was suffering. He could tell, like a sixth sense. He groaned, ignoring the fight that was basically background noise to his ringing ears. He managed to sit up, though dizziness almost made him fall back down. On his hands and knees, he crawled over to the edge of the void. He couldn’t see Eilir, but he knew they were there. >>

“Eilir..?” He croaked, trying to shout as loudly as he could. Just in case they could hear him.

(They heard… something. Something very familiar. What… what was it? It sounded so close… like they could reach up and touch it. But their body—was it even a body at this point?—hurt. Everything hurt. The static… there was so much, too much. It sounded like it was mixed with hundreds of different voices saying something all at once, though they couldn’t make it out. That one voice, calling out that familiar word rang out among all of them. Maybe, just maybe, if they could reach up and touch it…)

<< suddenly Cypher felt a hand grab his own. He almost let go, startling and letting out a pained yelp. How deep was the void? Did it even have a depth? He pulled, but it burned his wounds and strained his body. He continued, however, and soon he had Eilir out of the Void. His eyes widened and he quickly pounced onto them, hugging them tight. >>

“Dear gods Eilir I thought I lost you…”

(they blinked deliriously. Their entire body still throbbed. The sudden weight of Knowledge that was momentarily cut off from them came crashing down at once upon them emerging from the void. They started to cry. Whoever held them, they felt so familiar, they felt safe. In the background they were aware of everything else going on; Jon laying bloodied and broken in the grass, Tim seeming… off, the entity. They tried to call out to both to see if they were ok)

Ț̶̍͑͛-̸̘̂͑̕T̸̟͇̀̉́i̴̞̦̩͇̺͊͊͊̅͘m̵̻̉?̸̧̛̗͚̹̩̒ ̸̹̖̼̓̃̔̚J̸͙̠͛̃…̵͓̞͌͆ ̷̭͎̩̭͓̈̂̆̔̉o̵͔̣͚̓̾̓̚͝ń̵͖͕̈́?̶̦̉̚͠ ̴̧͂̇̏͑I̶͓͒̀̌̈s̷̛͉̞͇̮̈́̒̀͌ ̸̥̃͋̏ë̸̜̍͛̌̚ͅv̵̪̍̎é̵̤̣̀̋̏͆r̶͍̈́͋͐ÿ̶̲̩͇̟́o̸̘̱̊n̵̨̫̈́̃̋ẻ̵̞ ̷̗͙̘̂̇̀̔́ͅa̶̟̪̯͙͖̕l̶̢͙̭͊̒̍͛̊͜ř̵̭̍́̋ỉ̸̤͙͒̈́̑͂g̶̛̲̜̝͙̐̓h̷͍̮̋̑͝t̵͇̜̣̖̆̾?̷͔̙͎̒͜ ̶̮̟̾̔̀O̷͕̙͍̫̓͐̽-̶̛̬͙̰̓̉̐̎o̸̼̫͙̽͗h̵̦͓͚̕ͅ,̴̘̉ ̸͓͊̐̌͠Ċ̶̭̟͔͛̓-̴̝̼͗͛C̶̲̲͈͋͒̋̉y̸̟̞̩͗́̈́͝p̴̨̜͔̋̊̋̾͒h̵̞̝͎̳̮͆ė̴̛͇͔̤̚͠ŗ̶̛̙̅̒͆̎!̸̳̝͙͛̆̌̄̍ͅ ̵̨̗̮͇̗̈́Y̶̰͌͌ỏ̶̡͓̗̭͕̅̏͋u̷̠̝͉̯͒…̶͉̻̈̿͌͜͠

(Translation:

T-Tim? J… on? Is everyone alright? O-oh, C-Cypher! You…)

( ooc: @stokering-it, @j-s-archivist )

(Tim didnt hear Eilir. Maybe it was the overwhelming ringing still plaguing him even after the explosion or, maybe it was the clear objective.

Somehow reach Jon.

That seemed practically impossible with how much he was melting. His legs would probably give in as soon as he stood.

It didn’t matter though Tim was going to make it over to Jon.

Tim crawled over to where Jon was not even realising someone was calling his name. Tim was so focused on getting to Jon that as soon as he did he just collapsed onto Jon like a kids blanket using it to defend themselves from their monsters.)

(Eilir tries to console Jon from their spot in Cypher’s arms, but they are cut off by a bout of coughing up blood and static)

“Eilir-“ he froze, afraid.

<< he was afraid. >>

“What can I do? What do you need- I- do you need to Know something? Do you need statements, like Jon..?” He tried, talking quickly and stumbling over his words.

(They shook their head)

N̴̼̭̫̈́̀̉͐͋̓̕-̶̛̬̆n̸̛͕̈́̌͊̾ǫ̵̩̙̜̪̲̹̟̱̮̗̌̆̀̉̉̐͂͂̋̑̋̄͘͝ ̴͔́̀͂͐͆͋̉͠t̶̢͚̗̉͆͐̎͒͆͆͐̓͝…̷̦̘̼̹̥͓͓̳͆̆͌͋͑̈́̈́̆̈́̌̑̚̚t̷̙̲͓͔͍͍͚̺̃̓̂̿̕͜i̷̛͍̖̥̱͔̦̘̠̓̎̾̀́̂̑́͛̾͝m̵̨̨̨̭͍̝͕̰̞̀̀̀̍̇̌̀̑̌́̒̈͗̕̚͜ȩ̵̻͙͔̗̙͙̗̇̿͆̇̾̃̃͂̕̚͝ ̴͓̦̪̼̮͙͔͓͍̲̀̈̐f̷̨̻͓͝ȯ̸̠̦͇̳́̀̒̂͆̀̈́̒̐̄̚ŗ̷͓͙̙͉̝͓̤͇̇̆̏̇́͛̏̅͛̈́̉̓͛̚͠ ̶̢͈͉̗̟̘͙̟̱̺̹̮͔͔̀̆̑̊͜ş̸̛̘͋̌͒̔͌̈͑̽̈́̕͝-̸̧͙͍̺͕̯̪̓̾͋̅͐͋̔̂͑͗͘ŝ̷̢̠̦̯̻̰̣͌̐̓̑̽̕t̶̢̮̼̦͙͖̊̔̊̀͋ͅa̶̧͖̲͍͇͖̓̑̈́͒̿̄̈́͋̈́͘ţ̷̛̹̺̜͈͔͎͙͈̱̋̊̇͒̔͜͝e̵͎̺̥̮̝͈̣̾̒̒̌͋͝m̷̠͈̿̆͊̒͗̂̊̾̏͗͌͊̌̈́ę̵̧̬͓̝̰̜̬̯̌͑̔͗͊͊̂̒̃̾́͊̕̕̚ṇ̷̲̱̹̙̹̩͎̾̒͛̾̉͘ͅẗ̶̜̥̟͚̗͚͎̫̺́͛͗͜s̸̛̪̀̑̽́…̵̢͙̩̼͔̯̟̻̘͇͋͌̊̾̇̎̅̎͗̀̏̉̔̀͠ ̷̧̫̣̠̯̣̻̰̩̙̲̐̋ͅḮ̴̡̫̟̠̹͎̼̗͊̾̈́̕ͅ’̶̤̹̬̹̙̅̀l̴̗̯̠͖͓̯̕l̷̗͓͎̭̻̪̳̬̑̔̋͜ͅ ̶̼̝̩̗̺̯̱̬̙͍̥̒͠b̷̢̛̫̟̤̘̺͇̏̉͛̏̆̚͘e̸̡̛͕͓̤̼̣͐́̋̔͒̅̽ͅͅ ̶̧̧̰͓̰̠͚͔̼͔̲̲̦̮͆̓̀͒̔̂̌̈̕f̶̡̼̅̓̌̓̍̒̑͐́̾͘ỉ̵̙͙̱̟͉̠̙͈̗̽̑͒̌̃̇͜ͅn̶͖͇̞̲̝̮̮̮͉̳̦͈̱͔̒̀̋̂̈́͆̈́̂̊̊̊͋̚͠͝ͅȇ̴̡̞̳͕̥̹͔̙͔̜͚̘͚̤̰͆̈́͊͒́̽̿̀…̸̧̢̩̻̣̻̪̘͈̱̇̏̍͐̏͆́͆͌͐̃́̽͘͜͜ͅ

(They said the last part more clearly)

(Translation: N-no t…time for s-statements… I’ll be fine…)

”… if you say so..”

<< he paused for a moment, as if thinking, but he gently rubbed Eilir’s side with his thumb as he did so as a sort of offer of comfort. >>

“did you know..” he started, “that wild dolphins call each other by name? They have special whistles for one another.” He blurted.

(Eilir smiled and started to laugh, though that quickly descended into another coughing fit. They practically doubled over)

<< his eyes widened and he let out a short laugh, too, though quickly rushed to support them. Offering them a tense smile, he pulled them back against himself and leaned his head against their shoulder. >>

“hey, try to calm down, yeah?” A pause. Eilir could practically hear the stupid grin in his voice. “Did my dolphin facts help..?”

(they nodded, smiling)

“Hmmm,” he hummed, putting a finger to his chin playfully, pretending to think thoroughly.

“well, did you know bearded vultures are a kind of bird that dye themselves red using clay and rock to show power? And they drop bones from high up into rocks so they can eat the shards.” He grinned.

T̷̡̤͙̣̪̫͚̠̬̤͖̭̩̤̘͆͑̈̊̍͘h̵͍͍͐̈́̐̓̌̏̀͋̉̐̊̚͝͠͝á̶̢̨͎̞͔̲̩͈̙̔͜ṇ̸̢͍̞͙̰̞̳̦͔͓͎̉͊̏͘ͅk̴͈͚̜̫̀͆͗̋͛̒͗͑̀̈́̾͛͗͗̚ṣ̶̡̧̪͖̅…̴̧̬̯̦̱̙͕̳̣̓̔̎̓̓̒

(Translation: Thanks…)

“So dumb facts help? What about personal ones? Like… uh, I am deeply afraid of heights.” He blurted, not even really thinking about it. He didn’t even mean to share that. The only person that would know that would be the one Vast avatar that got to himself a while ago. Being around Eilir was like being compelled. He trusted them.

(they seemed panicked for a second, thinking that they compelled him. They opened their mouth to apologise but were again abruptly cut off by a coughing fit)

<< he lightly bonked them with his head. >>

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Is it helping at all?” He knew fear helped all avatars to some degree, and he was more than willing to be afraid of it would help Eilir get out of this state. >>

(They nodded, though they looked guilty. Eilir hated that they were feeding on Cypher’s fear. They desperately wanted to hug him, both to console him and for their own comfort, but they Knew he was injured and would only be hurt more if they did)

he sighed, biting his lip nervously and nodding. “i figured.” He murmured, giving them a smile.

“When I was little, after my mom passed, my dad… wasn’t a good person. He never was, mind you, but it got worse. I took care of myself then, because he was always out. I never had any idea what he was doing, but I used to think it must be so very important. So I’d always clean up the house for him, waiting for him to get back and whatnot. But I learned, slowly, that when he came home he was always tired and mad. That first night he came back after midnight, I was so excited to ask him what he did all day. The second I asked, he snapped his gaze to me like a zombie in a thriller movie and started yelling. He told me everything that was wrong with me.” He shuddered. “I remember when I started to hide under my bed whenever I heard the door creak open.”

(Eilir looked at him with the deepest sorrow and… fear? They were scared for Cypher. They seemed positively angry that anyone would hurt Cypher. They lightly but comfortingly hugged Cypher)

Ǐ̶̡̖̍̒͗’̶̯͈͓͓̝̪̲̺͕͉̄̃͊̈́͒̾̊͗͘͠ḿ̶̨͕̠͓̟̰́͘ ̸̣͖̆͋̌͒̐̈̈́͊̚͝s̴̬̥̖̫̠̤̭̝̰̄̄o̶̮͇̳̻̞͍͌͘ŕ̴̛̛̬̫̫́͂́͂r̶̢͍͓̠̗͓͎̣̲͗̊̀͂̿͘ỳ̶̧͎͙̙̰̥͇̺̎́ ̵͙̖͙̖̻͉̳̟͋͊̔̕ͅy̴̡̧̨̳͚̞̲̩̳̥̑o̶̙̙̹̻̻̲̖̼͇͑͛̈̀̍u̶̧̥̩̅͆̒̀ ̷̼͔̰͈͓͈̳͌̒̉̓ͅh̴̛͔̬̯͊̀͜ả̴̖̞͇̓͐̊͝ͅd̵̡̤̠̮̀ ̶̼̠͛̌̾t̸͉̺̤͂o̶̯͊̾̂͒͛̾̅͘̕ ̷̪̲̃̌̊͂͜͠ē̶͎̺̱̹̫̼̭͈̈́́̉͛ͅx̶͎͖̳̞̝̥͔̿̌́͗p̸̯͚̬͊̈́̍͑́͑e̵̛̻͇̩̣̦̠̣̋̌́͌͑̾͜͝r̷̥̮̠̋̆̃̃͛̓̉͠i̵̥̩͖̻͍̍͑́̀̄͛̓̑ě̶̩͇̟̙͖͔̦̔̍̾̄͜ǹ̵̙̹̗̥͍̻̀̐͆͋̒̿́̚͘ͅc̸̢̟̙̀̾̅̆͜ͅe̶͚̿̏̓ ̷̙̦̗̜͚̪̱̻̽̐̏̾̔͆̑̕͘t̶̢̠͈̾̆̂̾͊̈́͘h̶̡̡̫̩̗͎͇̯͖̖̎̿͂͗̅́̌̕a̶̡̫̹̞͆̐̿ţ̷̣̘̹̰̂̽͝͝…̵̮̯̼̦̻̖̬͇̞̋͗̃́̏͌̚͝

(Translation: I’m sorry you had to experience that…)

“It’s fine.” He said instantly, offering them a smile. He jolted a hit at the hug. “Don’t waste your energy.” He murmured playfully.

“… did it help..? Do you need more..?” He said hesitantly.

(they looked at him sympathetically and shook their head)

Ị̶̛̼̼̦̼̝́̽͂̓̍̄͐̔̎̒͗̚͝͠…̵̡̠̞̯̩̜̓̎̽͒̒͆̾͋̒̇̏͝ ̸̪̥͕̰͉̼͓̱͎͙̍̋̒̉̃̌̾͆̏͗̚d̸̡̲̼̠͉͙̙͈̠̦͊͐̍̀͜ơ̴̛̮͈̪̬͚͖̞̟̩̹̒̿̈́̏̈́̽̐͜ǹ̵̮͇̼͉̽̓̒́̃̈́̎̓͒̎̌̑͋͘’̵̨̨̛̙̘̒͛̈́̈́̊̋̈́̈́̀͗̕͝ͅt̴̨̧̼͎̟͈͎̗͙̫̝͚͝ ̸̘͕̲̟̫͍̈́̒͝͠ẁ̴̮͑͒̐͆͛ͅa̴̧̡̛̙͇̝̹̙̞̳̹̓͑̑̈́̄̈́̌́̌́́ͅn̵̡̼͉̖̣͉̗̙͆̏̇ẗ̷͔͎̰̳̯̜̫̬̰́̑̊̌̓́͋ ̵̜̳̜͚̀͗̀̊̉t̴̞͓͍̩̗͍̯̹͒̐̾̒̃̑́ö̴̢̮̹́͐̽̄̏ ̵̛͕̱̯͇̯̺̞̜̯͗͛̓̒̋̐͌͐̚͠f̷̨̢͎̮̠̫̦̥͇̑́̌̎̎̿̍̚̕͜͝͠ę̵͔̝̦͋͆ȇ̴̢͇̭͚̳̠̹̫͗̾̎̈́ͅd̶̡̜̦͉̜̖̹̖̀̑ ̴̨͖͖̦̫̰͈̝͉͉͕̥̩̜͆̐̈́̅ŏ̶̧̢̹̜̦̗̥͉̜̥̰͕͈̈́̄̑̀̐͋̆̈̕̚͝f̴̨͚̰̺͎̗̣͓̺̋́̅̋̇̓̐̿͒̆͘̚͠f̴͇͚̟̻̼͖̪̩͙̣̐͊̄͆̋́̚̚ͅͅ ̸̧̛͙̺̇̍͆̂͌͛̌̀̕͝͝o̶̧͓̳̫͔͆̆̎̇̓̀̌̒̓̋̀͒͘̕͠f̴̢͎̖͙̖̪̝̲̹̆͜ ̴̨̧̢̨͔͍̱̠̼̙̰̜̻̋͗̌̾̀͋̑̋̓̎̎̎̊̊̋ͅỷ̸̯͇̤̲̹̜͕̒͐ǫ̷͔̯̘̞̲͖̹͈̥̝̺̐̔͌̚̕u̸͔̘̮̭̽̐̎̎͗́̋̆͆̓͝͝

(Translation: I… don’t want to feed off of you)

”hmm.” He hummed. “But… if you need more, I-I’m not- i can-“ he managed, trying to explain it. He was afraid to do it, for sure, but he was willing.

he wondered if he just blurted it if they would listen. Maybe he’d have to to keep them safe.

he sighed, burying his head in Eilir’s shoulder.

“He always told me I didn’t matter. That if I ever told anyone what he did when he was drunk, he’d show me what real pain was like.” He murmured, tugging at his tattered sleeves to hide the goosebumps in his arms.

N̷͈͓̲̓̒͂-̷̨͖̜̘͍̼̀̊͜͜n̶̲͗͆̍̽̈́́ó̸̬̥̮̽̓͊͗͘̕…̵̢̢̦̜͎̪̯̱̈́̎̈̃̔̔̚͠ ̷͈͙̜͚̻̥̖̱̔̊͛͋̓̌̓͂C̴̘͕̆̊̐͘y̴̦̥̿͊͊̿͌̐̽̍p̸̢̢̧͈̭̬͊̿̓̋͋̒̔̒ḩ̸̩̞̩̻͆͒̉ę̸͚̪̆̓̎͂̇̈́̈́̀̚͝ͅͅr̵̢̦͆̇̓͌̇̐̑͝͠,̴̻̯̦̫̼̖̪̦͊͌͌͗́̈́͗͝ ̷̞̾̿̎̃͋͆͐͘i̷͕͂̐̽̓̽ť̴̮̻̘̂̌́͐̚͠’̵̰̯̗̺̞̔̍̽̈́̔̄͛͠s̶̨͎̠͈͖̟̯̲͎͐̽ͅ ̴̮̳̻͈̣͊̄̉̄͜h̵̨̲̩̬̼̠̹̣̔͋ͅŭ̴̡̧͕͔̘͓͕̝́̾̍̓͘͝ȑ̷̡̗̤̫̞͓͎̜̭̘̉̐̄͐͒̓̀̕͠ṯ̸̡̝̱͉͚̫͎̀́̓ͅí̴̟̘̹̝͋̄͆͊̋̇̀͘ņ̶̙̟͈̠͔͈̺̞̗̀́̽̓̐͒͋͊̕͠g̵̺̱͔̯̞̔̉͆͋̒́̕̕͝ ̶͍̙͇͐̔̿̓͛̄̎͌͌͜͝y̷̦̳̱̯̅͋̇̋͘͝͠͠o̷̪͉͓͔̜͑̈́̓͒̓̓̕͜u̵̧̯͓̬̺̬̒͛̎̓̈́̿̇̈̕̚…̵͖͇̗̫͎͖̟̥̞̓̿̇͛̕͠ ̴͕̘̝͎̊̀̃̈̄̀̈ ̶̢̡̉̈́͂̿̆Ì̵̼̹̗̣̰̹̃͑̄̈̄̾̽̉͘’̴̢̟̺̩̳̖͉̻̽͂͆͘͠ͅļ̶͙̱͔̠̯͚̠̇̈́̐͜ḻ̶͍̗̬̒̀̿͂͘ ̵̥͕̌̅͐̔͠b̷͙̩̖̹̤̳͒̈́̉̐̕͝ͅe̶̯̹̺͙̣͒̓̄͘ ̶͕͕̉͛̀͊́͆͋̊̑̾f̸̖̲̓̈́̀̄͌̿͛̄̕i̴͚͗͊̇̄ń̵̢̫̬̠͔̥̋̀͒͂̓͐̈́̋͘e̴̡̩̦̘̯͔͐̄…̴̻͔̟̫͖̅͆

(Translation:

N-no… Cypher, it’s hurting you… I’ll be fine…

“Stop arguing. It’s worth it, okay? I can literally see you getting better.” He smiled. “I… really care about you, okay? So, uh… don’t die.” He grinned as if he was proud of himself for that statement, though the light blush was unmistakable.

“You still look… faint. One more’ll do, yeah..?”

C̸͍͈̯̣͖͎̞̖̩͍̘͉͕̈́͐̈́̃͊̔͋̀̈͂͝͠͝ͅͅy̴̥̩͝p̷͉̹̃̊̅̿͗̇̑̓͋̌͝ḩ̷̨̢̤̻̬͑͐̂͆̔̑̓̊̈́͌́̏̚͘e̸̖̪͂͊̇̊̈́͠͝r̴̢̛̖͚̄̊͗…̸̡̬͍̫͙̙̖͙̬̹͙̞̣̖͒̀͘ ̸͕̫̯̲͔̮̅̔̂̆̑̂̅͂͆͋͛͘͝p̶͇̝͔̮̅̈́̓̓̄̆̊̚͘l̶̡̢̖͙̻̺͓̲͎̟̤̒́̂̎͌͘ͅȅ̶̡̛̳͍̮̳͎̯͈̉̾̊͒̇̌́͋̚ͅả̶̜͍͚̙̾̈́̋̿̀̆̽͛s̷̢̡̝͉͙̫̝͈̳̰̥͉̯̠̐͗̎̄̅͝ͅe̵̛̫̦̙͇̎̄̌̍̀͒̿̑̌ ̷̢̱͎̲̙̟̟̘̭͈̺͍̐̅͗͂̈̉́̏d̶̡̛͍̬̘̘͈̝͖̳̽̉̀͑͗̏o̴̡͍̔͂̔̇̂͑͑͋̎̐̂̚͘͜͠͝n̵̫͇̯̰̲̖̦̖̘̩͈̆̓̆̇̅̅̑̃̏̑̽͛̄̋͊’̶̨̯̤̗̿͐̇̆̇͒͑̐̃͝t̸͖̙̬̼̰̥̤͍̦̪͔̠͔̖̄…̸͇̠͍̟͓̪͓̗̻͎̙̌̇͜

(They begged him, looking desperate)

(Translation: Cypher… please don’t…)

They hated this, he could tell. He knew they weren’t doing good, he knew they’d probably need quite a few statements to actually get better. But he did knowww hat he’d do with - or more importantly, to - himself if they died and he hadn’t done everything he could.

he was torn. He wanted to try to help. He had one more story, but he didn’t want to make them sad. He saw the look in their eyes.

He wiped a tear off his cheek, sparing himself no gentleness. His nails left red scratches among bruises and cuts. “okay. I’m sorry.” He murmured.

(They hugged him once again, gently and comforting. They Knew his dilemma. Above all the chaos that filled their head, that’s what stuck out the most. They hated that he felt that way, but they Knew there wasn’t an alternative. They, right now, had to focus on protecting him. And the others. Obviously them as well. How could they forget them?)

<< he let out a sound akin to a breathless whimper, burying his face in their shoulder. They were too gentle with him. He was not fragile. His thoughts were cut short by a stoning, burning pain from one of his wounds… maybe he was a little fragile right now. >>

“Compel me,” he offered after a long while of silence, “I- I know you need fear.” He took a deep breath. “And mine is… too buried for me to tell you.”

(Eilir simply shook their head)

Í̵͇̮̰͈̌͛̓̐̒̓͝͝’̵̢̳̞̖̭͚͔̟̟̙͍̀̈́͒͒͐̍̎̓̐̽͗͝͝m̴̢̛̛̠̲͔̱̠͙̜͉̭̗̺̿̓̀͋͛̾͋͐͒͘͠ ̶̧͇̯̲̪͕͔̠̰̤̯̺̣̪̿̆̈́̑̍̒̄̓̀ͅn̴̨̬̰͂̍̈͛̈̀̉͌̃͊̈́̄̾̊͝o̷̱͚͇̲͔̺̔̔́̇͒̄̓̀͘t̵̡͔͉̠͉͖͇͓͇̼̭̍̀͋̿̉̇̍͗̑̆̊ͅ ̶̨̗̦̜̖̙̥͕̩͖͈̋̈́́̈́̈̆͂̉̒̎̔͌͘͜͝h̸͖̩́͒̃̆̂̔́̆ụ̵͈̻̙̝̤͍͎̬̟͚̦̊͆̄̔̄̃̀̈́̊͘̚r̴͚̀̑͘t̵̛͚̫̱͖͆̋͑̓̇͆̾̀́͠͠i̴̛̘͕̤̞̼̽͗̐̋͐̍̍̋̉͛͒͊ņ̴̨̤͚̠̳̪̪̹̳̹͔̒̇͊͐͆̆͠ǧ̸̢̛̛̭͚̙̘̦͍̀̋̃̈́̐͌͌̈́͂͝ ̶̫̦͉̬̗͓̠͔̭̔̏̄̾͛͑́͒̋̀̕͝ý̴͎̱̭̣̥̰͔̖̱̤̠̺̤͎̍͜ȯ̸̧̢̬̥̻̣̤̗̩͔̱̙̖̑̎͂̽̂̂́͐́͑̇̕͠͝ͅü̷̧̨̗̞̼̣͇̖̜̥͕̈́̿̾̉ ̸̺̹̾͗̀̒̃̀̍͛͘ṃ̷̧̪͙͙͕̻̠̂̐͑͑̌̀͋̓͂͗̚͜o̴̧̘̫̣̻͈̖̣̐͗̓̋̈́̍̂̐̚̚̚r̷̢̢̬͙̯̟͉͙̱̜͚̭͔͎͌̓̌̉̔̓ȩ̴̣̝̞̗̟̠̮̙͎́͂͋͑̾͊͆̌͜͜…̷̡̧̖̟̯̻̩̘͚̼͒͑͆̒̆͝

(Translation: I’m not hurting you more…)

“Eilir..” he said, voice concerned. “Eilir please- i- you Compel me or not, I’m telling you. You-“ he cut off. “You can’t die.”

he buried his head in their shoulder. “I.. I kinda like you, okay? So please, please don’t go. Let me help.” He admitted, holding them close.

N̴̬̟̠̳̫̠̬̞͛̊̆͛͋̀͝ó̷̭̪͗̇,̶̦̮͈͎̪̘̖̫̩̱̻̝̻͘ͅ ̷̛̦̥͕̘͍̄̏̾̈́̚C̸̬̹̲̰͚͇̠̱̬͈̞̗̬͒͌̆͑̀̏̚͜͜ÿ̷̧̡̤̜̥̼̭́̑́p̶̢͔̹̩̞̣̲̟͚̠͚͌̀͆̒͒͘͜h̶̢͚͚̗̟̘̳͖̜͎̏̔́̋͊̅̽̊̅̓͐͜ȩ̵̮͚͉̩̻͍̓͂̈́́̈́̕͝r̶̺̠̥͚̭͊̿̑̈́̋̎͐̄̅͌͒̿͐-̴̡̣̝̦̟̬̹̺̬͉͔̀͑́͌͆͋̚͝ ̴͕̝̗͖͖̠͔̲͋̓͑͐̔̅͋̒̎̈́ ̴̨̨͍̫̮̗͖̭̝͗̇̿̈̉̑͂̕͜ͅ(cough) I̷̤̣̦̝̖͆̾͒͌̇̆̄͊̒͐ͅ…̵̢̧̞͎̳͈̞̻̬̬̫̣̺̄ ̸̢͎̬̖̆̒I̶̲͔͌̆̍ ̷̨̡̰̞̳͍̩͉̹̱͉̭͆̐̈́̓͂̓̂͑͜͠͝ẉ̶̢̞̱͓̻̘̥̹̯͇̋́̎̏̓̀̓̈́o̸̫̳̮̿̾̔̉̕͝n̶̤̔̽͛̈́’̷̧͔̤̫̳̣͎̻̦͎̣̠̓̇̽̉̌̈̈́̅͌̂̊͘͝ţ̶̧̪̱̥̩̤͎̤̄͛̑̃̔ͅ ̶̨̡̨̢̨̗̭̯̗̲̦̲͙̀̎

(Translation: No, Cypher- I… I won’t)

He sighed heavily, his breaths as shaky as his hands. He shook his head.

“fine. Fine. But if I see you… fading, or whatever, I’m telling you everything.” Cypher said, raising his head, his gaze determined. “Agreed?”

(they gave him an exhausted pleading look that turned resigned. They Knew he would be willing to do anything for them. They’d be willing to do anything for him. They hated that they would need to feed on his fear just to survive)

He smiled, nodded, and gently rested his chin on Eilir’s shoulder.

“yeah. Okay. Compel me whenever, I promise I’ll be fine. It won’t hurt me too bad. And besides, you should know better than anyone that it hurts more to bury it.” He murmured, nuzzling into their shoulder to rest. He wanted to sleep. He felt himself slipping, assuming it was fatigue and not blood loss. The wounds all over him seemed to have been forgotten.

(They gave him a small, fatigued smile. They wanted nothing more in the world than to cuddle up with him on the sofa and… just rest. Not roam around doing whatever nonsense this is or working… they actually wanted to pause and take a break. They thought that they needed to keep living off stress, but now? Now they just wanted it to stop. They were exhausted. They wanted Cypher to be safe. And Jon and Tim. And Agnes, of course. They wanted everyone to be safe. Their exhaustion quickly turned into anger towards to entity as they saw the full extent of the damage it had done. They would put an end to this. They gave Cypher an apologetic look before forcing themself to their feet to face the entity who had just noticed the group? They braced themself)

“Shit-“ cypher managed, stumbling and collapsing to his hands and knees when Eilir moved away. He coughed, quickly covering up the blood he coughed up. “Eilir no-“

he tried to get up with them, but he was overcome with dizziness and he collapsed back down.

“Eilir-! Don’t. Please-“

Ç̸̊ỷ̸̨̡̛̲͂p̴̖̽͌h̵̫̣̄́̀ë̷̼̬́̿͠r̴̻̘̾͠͝!̵̰̄̅ ̴̣͗̓P̷̞͑̑l̷̫̯̙̅̏̀ḛ̴̪͌̎͌͜a̵͔͔͗s̶̢̧̖̈̽̋ȩ̸̯͂͋…̸͙̬̐ ̷͖̥͛̚s̴͔̦̀t̵̼̙́̅a̸̺̘͌͗̋y̸͔̳̾ ̵̧̦͖͒b̸̯̪̂e̸̞̐͑̓h̸̢͑͋̌i̴̧̟̙̋̃́n̷̥̼̣̆̉d̷̜̹̻̋̓̍ ̶̢̟͕̋̒͠ḿ̵͔ẻ̶̢̂̂ ̸̼̒ ̵̥͎̇͆A̷̓͒̍͜n̸̟͈͌̔d̴͔̩̅…̷̢̝͕͋ ̶̞͊Ì̴͇̙̊’̷̈͜m̸̥̠̋ ̸̩̱̓s̷͕͑̆͗o̵̼͂̄͘r̴̼̰̩̓r̸͕̲͊̋͠y̸̯̌̈́̔ ̶̳͐

(At first they went to go back to him, but they Knew the entity was getting closer and would not hesitate)

(Translation:

Cypher! Please… stay behind me And… I’m sorry)

”no..” he managed, his voice a breathless plea. He reached out towards them, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t get up, everything hurt so, so very badly.

“Eilir.. please… please at least stay safe.” Cypher said, running a hand through his hair, stressed.

(@noidentitycomputer

noidentitycomputer

*The entity watched the interaction unfold as it stalked closer. Its smile appeared to somehow grow. It wanted to pounce, to attack now but wanted to wait for a better opportunity.*

(( idk if it’s alright to make it attack anyone / ooc ))

Cypher managed a weak growl from behind Eilir, still defensive of Eilir even if he was pained and incapable of getting to his feet.

(( idk Cypher was attacked so I don’t think it matters lol ))

noidentitycomputer

“Oh cute…Unfortunately growling won’t do you any good…”

*It said with a glitch in its voice before straight up grabbing Ellir by the neck and slashed its claws at Cypher, leaving a large, gaping wound.*

(( i already got the ok from linkachu to torment Ellir so… / ooc ))

He cried out in pain, bowing his head and pressing his hands tight to the bleeding wound on his ribs. It didn’t staunch the bleeding too well, however.

he felt dizzy. He wanted.. to sleep. It didn’t help that he had already lost so much blood from previous wounds.

( @not-linkachu )

(Eilir flailed about wildly in the entities grip, infuriated at its attack on Cypher. The amount of static around them grew exponentially as Eilir went into a blind [not really blind lol] rage. They were succumbing to the Eye’s influence. They managed to nick the entity in the jaw with their foot, as their hands were too preoccupied in attempting to free their neck)

(@noidentitycomputer )

noidentitycomputer

*The entity let out a surprised groan as it was kicked, dropping Ellir as it was caught off guard but immediately attacked back, manipulating the surrounding area’s ground, making these unsettling viney tentacles that seemed to be glitching arise from the dirt. The vines grabbed each of Ellir’s wrists (stabbed through them, actually) and pulled them down.*

“Do that again.”

(Eilir cried out in pain as the tentacles stabbed them. They managed to lift their head and Glare at it)

noidentitycomputer

“Good…”

#tma rp #oc : datacorrupted

(Eilir allowed the static the surround them, almost overwhelming them. It numbed the pain ever so slightly. They couldn’t See. A fog reminiscent of static filled their mind. They were vaguely aware of the glitching monstrosity they had become, and a faint voice in the back of their mind feared that they may be too far gone and that because of this, they had suffered a great loss. Someone… close, important to them. Why can’t they remember?)

<< Cypher had been hit by that blasted computer whilst trying to fight for Eilir. His blades had done nothing, and his prized weapons had fallen into the Void. He laid there, making feeble attempt to move his battered, bloodied and bruised body every now and then. Every time he failed. He prayed Eilir would make it out of there alright. He wasn’t sure how he could be of much help. Dizziness hit him every time he got even close to sitting up again. >>

(Though the static was virtually overwhelming them, it hadn’t fully claimed them. A small part of them held on, clinging to the idea of that someone who could lose them, who they could lose. It hurt. The static grew and it hurt. Every instinct begged them to let it take over, to let the Eye claim them)

<< he knew Eilir was suffering. He could tell, like a sixth sense. He groaned, ignoring the fight that was basically background noise to his ringing ears. He managed to sit up, though dizziness almost made him fall back down. On his hands and knees, he crawled over to the edge of the void. He couldn’t see Eilir, but he knew they were there. >>

“Eilir..?” He croaked, trying to shout as loudly as he could. Just in case they could hear him.

(They heard… something. Something very familiar. What… what was it? It sounded so close… like they could reach up and touch it. But their body—was it even a body at this point?—hurt. Everything hurt. The static… there was so much, too much. It sounded like it was mixed with hundreds of different voices saying something all at once, though they couldn’t make it out. That one voice, calling out that familiar word rang out among all of them. Maybe, just maybe, if they could reach up and touch it…)

<< suddenly Cypher felt a hand grab his own. He almost let go, startling and letting out a pained yelp. How deep was the void? Did it even have a depth? He pulled, but it burned his wounds and strained his body. He continued, however, and soon he had Eilir out of the Void. His eyes widened and he quickly pounced onto them, hugging them tight. >>

“Dear gods Eilir I thought I lost you…”

(they blinked deliriously. Their entire body still throbbed. The sudden weight of Knowledge that was momentarily cut off from them came crashing down at once upon them emerging from the void. They started to cry. Whoever held them, they felt so familiar, they felt safe. In the background they were aware of everything else going on; Jon laying bloodied and broken in the grass, Tim seeming… off, the entity. They tried to call out to both to see if they were ok)

Ț̶̍͑͛-̸̘̂͑̕T̸̟͇̀̉́i̴̞̦̩͇̺͊͊͊̅͘m̵̻̉?̸̧̛̗͚̹̩̒ ̸̹̖̼̓̃̔̚J̸͙̠͛̃…̵͓̞͌͆ ̷̭͎̩̭͓̈̂̆̔̉o̵͔̣͚̓̾̓̚͝ń̵͖͕̈́?̶̦̉̚͠ ̴̧͂̇̏͑I̶͓͒̀̌̈s̷̛͉̞͇̮̈́̒̀͌ ̸̥̃͋̏ë̸̜̍͛̌̚ͅv̵̪̍̎é̵̤̣̀̋̏͆r̶͍̈́͋͐ÿ̶̲̩͇̟́o̸̘̱̊n̵̨̫̈́̃̋ẻ̵̞ ̷̗͙̘̂̇̀̔́ͅa̶̟̪̯͙͖̕l̶̢͙̭͊̒̍͛̊͜ř̵̭̍́̋ỉ̸̤͙͒̈́̑͂g̶̛̲̜̝͙̐̓h̷͍̮̋̑͝t̵͇̜̣̖̆̾?̷͔̙͎̒͜ ̶̮̟̾̔̀O̷͕̙͍̫̓͐̽-̶̛̬͙̰̓̉̐̎o̸̼̫͙̽͗h̵̦͓͚̕ͅ,̴̘̉ ̸͓͊̐̌͠Ċ̶̭̟͔͛̓-̴̝̼͗͛C̶̲̲͈͋͒̋̉y̸̟̞̩͗́̈́͝p̴̨̜͔̋̊̋̾͒h̵̞̝͎̳̮͆ė̴̛͇͔̤̚͠ŗ̶̛̙̅̒͆̎!̸̳̝͙͛̆̌̄̍ͅ ̵̨̗̮͇̗̈́Y̶̰͌͌ỏ̶̡͓̗̭͕̅̏͋u̷̠̝͉̯͒…̶͉̻̈̿͌͜͠

(Translation:

T-Tim? J… on? Is everyone alright? O-oh, C-Cypher! You…)

( ooc: @stokering-it, @j-s-archivist )

(Tim didnt hear Eilir. Maybe it was the overwhelming ringing still plaguing him even after the explosion or, maybe it was the clear objective.

Somehow reach Jon.

That seemed practically impossible with how much he was melting. His legs would probably give in as soon as he stood.

It didn’t matter though Tim was going to make it over to Jon.

Tim crawled over to where Jon was not even realising someone was calling his name. Tim was so focused on getting to Jon that as soon as he did he just collapsed onto Jon like a kids blanket using it to defend themselves from their monsters.)

(Eilir tries to console Jon from their spot in Cypher’s arms, but they are cut off by a bout of coughing up blood and static)

“Eilir-“ he froze, afraid.

<< he was afraid. >>

“What can I do? What do you need- I- do you need to Know something? Do you need statements, like Jon..?” He tried, talking quickly and stumbling over his words.

(They shook their head)

N̴̼̭̫̈́̀̉͐͋̓̕-̶̛̬̆n̸̛͕̈́̌͊̾ǫ̵̩̙̜̪̲̹̟̱̮̗̌̆̀̉̉̐͂͂̋̑̋̄͘͝ ̴͔́̀͂͐͆͋̉͠t̶̢͚̗̉͆͐̎͒͆͆͐̓͝…̷̦̘̼̹̥͓͓̳͆̆͌͋͑̈́̈́̆̈́̌̑̚̚t̷̙̲͓͔͍͍͚̺̃̓̂̿̕͜i̷̛͍̖̥̱͔̦̘̠̓̎̾̀́̂̑́͛̾͝m̵̨̨̨̭͍̝͕̰̞̀̀̀̍̇̌̀̑̌́̒̈͗̕̚͜ȩ̵̻͙͔̗̙͙̗̇̿͆̇̾̃̃͂̕̚͝ ̴͓̦̪̼̮͙͔͓͍̲̀̈̐f̷̨̻͓͝ȯ̸̠̦͇̳́̀̒̂͆̀̈́̒̐̄̚ŗ̷͓͙̙͉̝͓̤͇̇̆̏̇́͛̏̅͛̈́̉̓͛̚͠ ̶̢͈͉̗̟̘͙̟̱̺̹̮͔͔̀̆̑̊͜ş̸̛̘͋̌͒̔͌̈͑̽̈́̕͝-̸̧͙͍̺͕̯̪̓̾͋̅͐͋̔̂͑͗͘ŝ̷̢̠̦̯̻̰̣͌̐̓̑̽̕t̶̢̮̼̦͙͖̊̔̊̀͋ͅa̶̧͖̲͍͇͖̓̑̈́͒̿̄̈́͋̈́͘ţ̷̛̹̺̜͈͔͎͙͈̱̋̊̇͒̔͜͝e̵͎̺̥̮̝͈̣̾̒̒̌͋͝m̷̠͈̿̆͊̒͗̂̊̾̏͗͌͊̌̈́ę̵̧̬͓̝̰̜̬̯̌͑̔͗͊͊̂̒̃̾́͊̕̕̚ṇ̷̲̱̹̙̹̩͎̾̒͛̾̉͘ͅẗ̶̜̥̟͚̗͚͎̫̺́͛͗͜s̸̛̪̀̑̽́…̵̢͙̩̼͔̯̟̻̘͇͋͌̊̾̇̎̅̎͗̀̏̉̔̀͠ ̷̧̫̣̠̯̣̻̰̩̙̲̐̋ͅḮ̴̡̫̟̠̹͎̼̗͊̾̈́̕ͅ’̶̤̹̬̹̙̅̀l̴̗̯̠͖͓̯̕l̷̗͓͎̭̻̪̳̬̑̔̋͜ͅ ̶̼̝̩̗̺̯̱̬̙͍̥̒͠b̷̢̛̫̟̤̘̺͇̏̉͛̏̆̚͘e̸̡̛͕͓̤̼̣͐́̋̔͒̅̽ͅͅ ̶̧̧̰͓̰̠͚͔̼͔̲̲̦̮͆̓̀͒̔̂̌̈̕f̶̡̼̅̓̌̓̍̒̑͐́̾͘ỉ̵̙͙̱̟͉̠̙͈̗̽̑͒̌̃̇͜ͅn̶͖͇̞̲̝̮̮̮͉̳̦͈̱͔̒̀̋̂̈́͆̈́̂̊̊̊͋̚͠͝ͅȇ̴̡̞̳͕̥̹͔̙͔̜͚̘͚̤̰͆̈́͊͒́̽̿̀…̸̧̢̩̻̣̻̪̘͈̱̇̏̍͐̏͆́͆͌͐̃́̽͘͜͜ͅ

(They said the last part more clearly)

(Translation: N-no t…time for s-statements… I’ll be fine…)

”… if you say so..”

<< he paused for a moment, as if thinking, but he gently rubbed Eilir’s side with his thumb as he did so as a sort of offer of comfort. >>

“did you know..” he started, “that wild dolphins call each other by name? They have special whistles for one another.” He blurted.

(Eilir smiled and started to laugh, though that quickly descended into another coughing fit. They practically doubled over)

<< his eyes widened and he let out a short laugh, too, though quickly rushed to support them. Offering them a tense smile, he pulled them back against himself and leaned his head against their shoulder. >>

“hey, try to calm down, yeah?” A pause. Eilir could practically hear the stupid grin in his voice. “Did my dolphin facts help..?”

(they nodded, smiling)

“Hmmm,” he hummed, putting a finger to his chin playfully, pretending to think thoroughly.

“well, did you know bearded vultures are a kind of bird that dye themselves red using clay and rock to show power? And they drop bones from high up into rocks so they can eat the shards.” He grinned.

T̷̡̤͙̣̪̫͚̠̬̤͖̭̩̤̘͆͑̈̊̍͘h̵͍͍͐̈́̐̓̌̏̀͋̉̐̊̚͝͠͝á̶̢̨͎̞͔̲̩͈̙̔͜ṇ̸̢͍̞͙̰̞̳̦͔͓͎̉͊̏͘ͅk̴͈͚̜̫̀͆͗̋͛̒͗͑̀̈́̾͛͗͗̚ṣ̶̡̧̪͖̅…̴̧̬̯̦̱̙͕̳̣̓̔̎̓̓̒

(Translation: Thanks…)

“So dumb facts help? What about personal ones? Like… uh, I am deeply afraid of heights.” He blurted, not even really thinking about it. He didn’t even mean to share that. The only person that would know that would be the one Vast avatar that got to himself a while ago. Being around Eilir was like being compelled. He trusted them.

(they seemed panicked for a second, thinking that they compelled him. They opened their mouth to apologise but were again abruptly cut off by a coughing fit)

<< he lightly bonked them with his head. >>

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Is it helping at all?” He knew fear helped all avatars to some degree, and he was more than willing to be afraid of it would help Eilir get out of this state. >>

(They nodded, though they looked guilty. Eilir hated that they were feeding on Cypher’s fear. They desperately wanted to hug him, both to console him and for their own comfort, but they Knew he was injured and would only be hurt more if they did)

he sighed, biting his lip nervously and nodding. “i figured.” He murmured, giving them a smile.

“When I was little, after my mom passed, my dad… wasn’t a good person. He never was, mind you, but it got worse. I took care of myself then, because he was always out. I never had any idea what he was doing, but I used to think it must be so very important. So I’d always clean up the house for him, waiting for him to get back and whatnot. But I learned, slowly, that when he came home he was always tired and mad. That first night he came back after midnight, I was so excited to ask him what he did all day. The second I asked, he snapped his gaze to me like a zombie in a thriller movie and started yelling. He told me everything that was wrong with me.” He shuddered. “I remember when I started to hide under my bed whenever I heard the door creak open.”

(Eilir looked at him with the deepest sorrow and… fear? They were scared for Cypher. They seemed positively angry that anyone would hurt Cypher. They lightly but comfortingly hugged Cypher)

Ǐ̶̡̖̍̒͗’̶̯͈͓͓̝̪̲̺͕͉̄̃͊̈́͒̾̊͗͘͠ḿ̶̨͕̠͓̟̰́͘ ̸̣͖̆͋̌͒̐̈̈́͊̚͝s̴̬̥̖̫̠̤̭̝̰̄̄o̶̮͇̳̻̞͍͌͘ŕ̴̛̛̬̫̫́͂́͂r̶̢͍͓̠̗͓͎̣̲͗̊̀͂̿͘ỳ̶̧͎͙̙̰̥͇̺̎́ ̵͙̖͙̖̻͉̳̟͋͊̔̕ͅy̴̡̧̨̳͚̞̲̩̳̥̑o̶̙̙̹̻̻̲̖̼͇͑͛̈̀̍u̶̧̥̩̅͆̒̀ ̷̼͔̰͈͓͈̳͌̒̉̓ͅh̴̛͔̬̯͊̀͜ả̴̖̞͇̓͐̊͝ͅd̵̡̤̠̮̀ ̶̼̠͛̌̾t̸͉̺̤͂o̶̯͊̾̂͒͛̾̅͘̕ ̷̪̲̃̌̊͂͜͠ē̶͎̺̱̹̫̼̭͈̈́́̉͛ͅx̶͎͖̳̞̝̥͔̿̌́͗p̸̯͚̬͊̈́̍͑́͑e̵̛̻͇̩̣̦̠̣̋̌́͌͑̾͜͝r̷̥̮̠̋̆̃̃͛̓̉͠i̵̥̩͖̻͍̍͑́̀̄͛̓̑ě̶̩͇̟̙͖͔̦̔̍̾̄͜ǹ̵̙̹̗̥͍̻̀̐͆͋̒̿́̚͘ͅc̸̢̟̙̀̾̅̆͜ͅe̶͚̿̏̓ ̷̙̦̗̜͚̪̱̻̽̐̏̾̔͆̑̕͘t̶̢̠͈̾̆̂̾͊̈́͘h̶̡̡̫̩̗͎͇̯͖̖̎̿͂͗̅́̌̕a̶̡̫̹̞͆̐̿ţ̷̣̘̹̰̂̽͝͝…̵̮̯̼̦̻̖̬͇̞̋͗̃́̏͌̚͝

(Translation: I’m sorry you had to experience that…)

“It’s fine.” He said instantly, offering them a smile. He jolted a hit at the hug. “Don’t waste your energy.” He murmured playfully.

“… did it help..? Do you need more..?” He said hesitantly.

(they looked at him sympathetically and shook their head)

Ị̶̛̼̼̦̼̝́̽͂̓̍̄͐̔̎̒͗̚͝͠…̵̡̠̞̯̩̜̓̎̽͒̒͆̾͋̒̇̏͝ ̸̪̥͕̰͉̼͓̱͎͙̍̋̒̉̃̌̾͆̏͗̚d̸̡̲̼̠͉͙̙͈̠̦͊͐̍̀͜ơ̴̛̮͈̪̬͚͖̞̟̩̹̒̿̈́̏̈́̽̐͜ǹ̵̮͇̼͉̽̓̒́̃̈́̎̓͒̎̌̑͋͘’̵̨̨̛̙̘̒͛̈́̈́̊̋̈́̈́̀͗̕͝ͅt̴̨̧̼͎̟͈͎̗͙̫̝͚͝ ̸̘͕̲̟̫͍̈́̒͝͠ẁ̴̮͑͒̐͆͛ͅa̴̧̡̛̙͇̝̹̙̞̳̹̓͑̑̈́̄̈́̌́̌́́ͅn̵̡̼͉̖̣͉̗̙͆̏̇ẗ̷͔͎̰̳̯̜̫̬̰́̑̊̌̓́͋ ̵̜̳̜͚̀͗̀̊̉t̴̞͓͍̩̗͍̯̹͒̐̾̒̃̑́ö̴̢̮̹́͐̽̄̏ ̵̛͕̱̯͇̯̺̞̜̯͗͛̓̒̋̐͌͐̚͠f̷̨̢͎̮̠̫̦̥͇̑́̌̎̎̿̍̚̕͜͝͠ę̵͔̝̦͋͆ȇ̴̢͇̭͚̳̠̹̫͗̾̎̈́ͅd̶̡̜̦͉̜̖̹̖̀̑ ̴̨͖͖̦̫̰͈̝͉͉͕̥̩̜͆̐̈́̅ŏ̶̧̢̹̜̦̗̥͉̜̥̰͕͈̈́̄̑̀̐͋̆̈̕̚͝f̴̨͚̰̺͎̗̣͓̺̋́̅̋̇̓̐̿͒̆͘̚͠f̴͇͚̟̻̼͖̪̩͙̣̐͊̄͆̋́̚̚ͅͅ ̸̧̛͙̺̇̍͆̂͌͛̌̀̕͝͝o̶̧͓̳̫͔͆̆̎̇̓̀̌̒̓̋̀͒͘̕͠f̴̢͎̖͙̖̪̝̲̹̆͜ ̴̨̧̢̨͔͍̱̠̼̙̰̜̻̋͗̌̾̀͋̑̋̓̎̎̎̊̊̋ͅỷ̸̯͇̤̲̹̜͕̒͐ǫ̷͔̯̘̞̲͖̹͈̥̝̺̐̔͌̚̕u̸͔̘̮̭̽̐̎̎͗́̋̆͆̓͝͝

(Translation: I… don’t want to feed off of you)

”hmm.” He hummed. “But… if you need more, I-I’m not- i can-“ he managed, trying to explain it. He was afraid to do it, for sure, but he was willing.

he wondered if he just blurted it if they would listen. Maybe he’d have to to keep them safe.

he sighed, burying his head in Eilir’s shoulder.

“He always told me I didn’t matter. That if I ever told anyone what he did when he was drunk, he’d show me what real pain was like.” He murmured, tugging at his tattered sleeves to hide the goosebumps in his arms.

N̷͈͓̲̓̒͂-̷̨͖̜̘͍̼̀̊͜͜n̶̲͗͆̍̽̈́́ó̸̬̥̮̽̓͊͗͘̕…̵̢̢̦̜͎̪̯̱̈́̎̈̃̔̔̚͠ ̷͈͙̜͚̻̥̖̱̔̊͛͋̓̌̓͂C̴̘͕̆̊̐͘y̴̦̥̿͊͊̿͌̐̽̍p̸̢̢̧͈̭̬͊̿̓̋͋̒̔̒ḩ̸̩̞̩̻͆͒̉ę̸͚̪̆̓̎͂̇̈́̈́̀̚͝ͅͅr̵̢̦͆̇̓͌̇̐̑͝͠,̴̻̯̦̫̼̖̪̦͊͌͌͗́̈́͗͝ ̷̞̾̿̎̃͋͆͐͘i̷͕͂̐̽̓̽ť̴̮̻̘̂̌́͐̚͠’̵̰̯̗̺̞̔̍̽̈́̔̄͛͠s̶̨͎̠͈͖̟̯̲͎͐̽ͅ ̴̮̳̻͈̣͊̄̉̄͜h̵̨̲̩̬̼̠̹̣̔͋ͅŭ̴̡̧͕͔̘͓͕̝́̾̍̓͘͝ȑ̷̡̗̤̫̞͓͎̜̭̘̉̐̄͐͒̓̀̕͠ṯ̸̡̝̱͉͚̫͎̀́̓ͅí̴̟̘̹̝͋̄͆͊̋̇̀͘ņ̶̙̟͈̠͔͈̺̞̗̀́̽̓̐͒͋͊̕͠g̵̺̱͔̯̞̔̉͆͋̒́̕̕͝ ̶͍̙͇͐̔̿̓͛̄̎͌͌͜͝y̷̦̳̱̯̅͋̇̋͘͝͠͠o̷̪͉͓͔̜͑̈́̓͒̓̓̕͜u̵̧̯͓̬̺̬̒͛̎̓̈́̿̇̈̕̚…̵͖͇̗̫͎͖̟̥̞̓̿̇͛̕͠ ̴͕̘̝͎̊̀̃̈̄̀̈ ̶̢̡̉̈́͂̿̆Ì̵̼̹̗̣̰̹̃͑̄̈̄̾̽̉͘’̴̢̟̺̩̳̖͉̻̽͂͆͘͠ͅļ̶͙̱͔̠̯͚̠̇̈́̐͜ḻ̶͍̗̬̒̀̿͂͘ ̵̥͕̌̅͐̔͠b̷͙̩̖̹̤̳͒̈́̉̐̕͝ͅe̶̯̹̺͙̣͒̓̄͘ ̶͕͕̉͛̀͊́͆͋̊̑̾f̸̖̲̓̈́̀̄͌̿͛̄̕i̴͚͗͊̇̄ń̵̢̫̬̠͔̥̋̀͒͂̓͐̈́̋͘e̴̡̩̦̘̯͔͐̄…̴̻͔̟̫͖̅͆

(Translation:

N-no… Cypher, it’s hurting you… I’ll be fine…

“Stop arguing. It’s worth it, okay? I can literally see you getting better.” He smiled. “I… really care about you, okay? So, uh… don’t die.” He grinned as if he was proud of himself for that statement, though the light blush was unmistakable.

“You still look… faint. One more’ll do, yeah..?”

C̸͍͈̯̣͖͎̞̖̩͍̘͉͕̈́͐̈́̃͊̔͋̀̈͂͝͠͝ͅͅy̴̥̩͝p̷͉̹̃̊̅̿͗̇̑̓͋̌͝ḩ̷̨̢̤̻̬͑͐̂͆̔̑̓̊̈́͌́̏̚͘e̸̖̪͂͊̇̊̈́͠͝r̴̢̛̖͚̄̊͗…̸̡̬͍̫͙̙̖͙̬̹͙̞̣̖͒̀͘ ̸͕̫̯̲͔̮̅̔̂̆̑̂̅͂͆͋͛͘͝p̶͇̝͔̮̅̈́̓̓̄̆̊̚͘l̶̡̢̖͙̻̺͓̲͎̟̤̒́̂̎͌͘ͅȅ̶̡̛̳͍̮̳͎̯͈̉̾̊͒̇̌́͋̚ͅả̶̜͍͚̙̾̈́̋̿̀̆̽͛s̷̢̡̝͉͙̫̝͈̳̰̥͉̯̠̐͗̎̄̅͝ͅe̵̛̫̦̙͇̎̄̌̍̀͒̿̑̌ ̷̢̱͎̲̙̟̟̘̭͈̺͍̐̅͗͂̈̉́̏d̶̡̛͍̬̘̘͈̝͖̳̽̉̀͑͗̏o̴̡͍̔͂̔̇̂͑͑͋̎̐̂̚͘͜͠͝n̵̫͇̯̰̲̖̦̖̘̩͈̆̓̆̇̅̅̑̃̏̑̽͛̄̋͊’̶̨̯̤̗̿͐̇̆̇͒͑̐̃͝t̸͖̙̬̼̰̥̤͍̦̪͔̠͔̖̄…̸͇̠͍̟͓̪͓̗̻͎̙̌̇͜

(They begged him, looking desperate)

(Translation: Cypher… please don’t…)

They hated this, he could tell. He knew they weren’t doing good, he knew they’d probably need quite a few statements to actually get better. But he did knowww hat he’d do with - or more importantly, to - himself if they died and he hadn’t done everything he could.

he was torn. He wanted to try to help. He had one more story, but he didn’t want to make them sad. He saw the look in their eyes.

He wiped a tear off his cheek, sparing himself no gentleness. His nails left red scratches among bruises and cuts. “okay. I’m sorry.” He murmured.

(They hugged him once again, gently and comforting. They Knew his dilemma. Above all the chaos that filled their head, that’s what stuck out the most. They hated that he felt that way, but they Knew there wasn’t an alternative. They, right now, had to focus on protecting him. And the others. Obviously them as well. How could they forget them?)

<< he let out a sound akin to a breathless whimper, burying his face in their shoulder. They were too gentle with him. He was not fragile. His thoughts were cut short by a stoning, burning pain from one of his wounds… maybe he was a little fragile right now. >>

“Compel me,” he offered after a long while of silence, “I- I know you need fear.” He took a deep breath. “And mine is… too buried for me to tell you.”

(Eilir simply shook their head)

Í̵͇̮̰͈̌͛̓̐̒̓͝͝’̵̢̳̞̖̭͚͔̟̟̙͍̀̈́͒͒͐̍̎̓̐̽͗͝͝m̴̢̛̛̠̲͔̱̠͙̜͉̭̗̺̿̓̀͋͛̾͋͐͒͘͠ ̶̧͇̯̲̪͕͔̠̰̤̯̺̣̪̿̆̈́̑̍̒̄̓̀ͅn̴̨̬̰͂̍̈͛̈̀̉͌̃͊̈́̄̾̊͝o̷̱͚͇̲͔̺̔̔́̇͒̄̓̀͘t̵̡͔͉̠͉͖͇͓͇̼̭̍̀͋̿̉̇̍͗̑̆̊ͅ ̶̨̗̦̜̖̙̥͕̩͖͈̋̈́́̈́̈̆͂̉̒̎̔͌͘͜͝h̸͖̩́͒̃̆̂̔́̆ụ̵͈̻̙̝̤͍͎̬̟͚̦̊͆̄̔̄̃̀̈́̊͘̚r̴͚̀̑͘t̵̛͚̫̱͖͆̋͑̓̇͆̾̀́͠͠i̴̛̘͕̤̞̼̽͗̐̋͐̍̍̋̉͛͒͊ņ̴̨̤͚̠̳̪̪̹̳̹͔̒̇͊͐͆̆͠ǧ̸̢̛̛̭͚̙̘̦͍̀̋̃̈́̐͌͌̈́͂͝ ̶̫̦͉̬̗͓̠͔̭̔̏̄̾͛͑́͒̋̀̕͝ý̴͎̱̭̣̥̰͔̖̱̤̠̺̤͎̍͜ȯ̸̧̢̬̥̻̣̤̗̩͔̱̙̖̑̎͂̽̂̂́͐́͑̇̕͠͝ͅü̷̧̨̗̞̼̣͇̖̜̥͕̈́̿̾̉ ̸̺̹̾͗̀̒̃̀̍͛͘ṃ̷̧̪͙͙͕̻̠̂̐͑͑̌̀͋̓͂͗̚͜o̴̧̘̫̣̻͈̖̣̐͗̓̋̈́̍̂̐̚̚̚r̷̢̢̬͙̯̟͉͙̱̜͚̭͔͎͌̓̌̉̔̓ȩ̴̣̝̞̗̟̠̮̙͎́͂͋͑̾͊͆̌͜͜…̷̡̧̖̟̯̻̩̘͚̼͒͑͆̒̆͝

(Translation: I’m not hurting you more…)

“Eilir..” he said, voice concerned. “Eilir please- i- you Compel me or not, I’m telling you. You-“ he cut off. “You can’t die.”

he buried his head in their shoulder. “I.. I kinda like you, okay? So please, please don’t go. Let me help.” He admitted, holding them close.

N̴̬̟̠̳̫̠̬̞͛̊̆͛͋̀͝ó̷̭̪͗̇,̶̦̮͈͎̪̘̖̫̩̱̻̝̻͘ͅ ̷̛̦̥͕̘͍̄̏̾̈́̚C̸̬̹̲̰͚͇̠̱̬͈̞̗̬͒͌̆͑̀̏̚͜͜ÿ̷̧̡̤̜̥̼̭́̑́p̶̢͔̹̩̞̣̲̟͚̠͚͌̀͆̒͒͘͜h̶̢͚͚̗̟̘̳͖̜͎̏̔́̋͊̅̽̊̅̓͐͜ȩ̵̮͚͉̩̻͍̓͂̈́́̈́̕͝r̶̺̠̥͚̭͊̿̑̈́̋̎͐̄̅͌͒̿͐-̴̡̣̝̦̟̬̹̺̬͉͔̀͑́͌͆͋̚͝ ̴͕̝̗͖͖̠͔̲͋̓͑͐̔̅͋̒̎̈́ ̴̨̨͍̫̮̗͖̭̝͗̇̿̈̉̑͂̕͜ͅ(cough) I̷̤̣̦̝̖͆̾͒͌̇̆̄͊̒͐ͅ…̵̢̧̞͎̳͈̞̻̬̬̫̣̺̄ ̸̢͎̬̖̆̒I̶̲͔͌̆̍ ̷̨̡̰̞̳͍̩͉̹̱͉̭͆̐̈́̓͂̓̂͑͜͠͝ẉ̶̢̞̱͓̻̘̥̹̯͇̋́̎̏̓̀̓̈́o̸̫̳̮̿̾̔̉̕͝n̶̤̔̽͛̈́’̷̧͔̤̫̳̣͎̻̦͎̣̠̓̇̽̉̌̈̈́̅͌̂̊͘͝ţ̶̧̪̱̥̩̤͎̤̄͛̑̃̔ͅ ̶̨̡̨̢̨̗̭̯̗̲̦̲͙̀̎

(Translation: No, Cypher- I… I won’t)

He sighed heavily, his breaths as shaky as his hands. He shook his head.

“fine. Fine. But if I see you… fading, or whatever, I’m telling you everything.” Cypher said, raising his head, his gaze determined. “Agreed?”

(they gave him an exhausted pleading look that turned resigned. They Knew he would be willing to do anything for them. They’d be willing to do anything for him. They hated that they would need to feed on his fear just to survive)

He smiled, nodded, and gently rested his chin on Eilir’s shoulder.

“yeah. Okay. Compel me whenever, I promise I’ll be fine. It won’t hurt me too bad. And besides, you should know better than anyone that it hurts more to bury it.” He murmured, nuzzling into their shoulder to rest. He wanted to sleep. He felt himself slipping, assuming it was fatigue and not blood loss. The wounds all over him seemed to have been forgotten.

(They gave him a small, fatigued smile. They wanted nothing more in the world than to cuddle up with him on the sofa and… just rest. Not roam around doing whatever nonsense this is or working… they actually wanted to pause and take a break. They thought that they needed to keep living off stress, but now? Now they just wanted it to stop. They were exhausted. They wanted Cypher to be safe. And Jon and Tim. And Agnes, of course. They wanted everyone to be safe. Their exhaustion quickly turned into anger towards to entity as they saw the full extent of the damage it had done. They would put an end to this. They gave Cypher an apologetic look before forcing themself to their feet to face the entity who had just noticed the group? They braced themself)

“Shit-“ cypher managed, stumbling and collapsing to his hands and knees when Eilir moved away. He coughed, quickly covering up the blood he coughed up. “Eilir no-“

he tried to get up with them, but he was overcome with dizziness and he collapsed back down.

“Eilir-! Don’t. Please-“

Ç̸̊ỷ̸̨̡̛̲͂p̴̖̽͌h̵̫̣̄́̀ë̷̼̬́̿͠r̴̻̘̾͠͝!̵̰̄̅ ̴̣͗̓P̷̞͑̑l̷̫̯̙̅̏̀ḛ̴̪͌̎͌͜a̵͔͔͗s̶̢̧̖̈̽̋ȩ̸̯͂͋…̸͙̬̐ ̷͖̥͛̚s̴͔̦̀t̵̼̙́̅a̸̺̘͌͗̋y̸͔̳̾ ̵̧̦͖͒b̸̯̪̂e̸̞̐͑̓h̸̢͑͋̌i̴̧̟̙̋̃́n̷̥̼̣̆̉d̷̜̹̻̋̓̍ ̶̢̟͕̋̒͠ḿ̵͔ẻ̶̢̂̂ ̸̼̒ ̵̥͎̇͆A̷̓͒̍͜n̸̟͈͌̔d̴͔̩̅…̷̢̝͕͋ ̶̞͊Ì̴͇̙̊’̷̈͜m̸̥̠̋ ̸̩̱̓s̷͕͑̆͗o̵̼͂̄͘r̴̼̰̩̓r̸͕̲͊̋͠y̸̯̌̈́̔ ̶̳͐

(At first they went to go back to him, but they Knew the entity was getting closer and would not hesitate)

(Translation:

Cypher! Please… stay behind me And… I’m sorry)

”no..” he managed, his voice a breathless plea. He reached out towards them, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t get up, everything hurt so, so very badly.

“Eilir.. please… please at least stay safe.” Cypher said, running a hand through his hair, stressed.

(@noidentitycomputer

noidentitycomputer

*The entity watched the interaction unfold as it stalked closer. Its smile appeared to somehow grow. It wanted to pounce, to attack now but wanted to wait for a better opportunity.*

(( idk if it’s alright to make it attack anyone / ooc ))

Cypher managed a weak growl from behind Eilir, still defensive of Eilir even if he was pained and incapable of getting to his feet.

(( idk Cypher was attacked so I don’t think it matters lol ))

noidentitycomputer

“Oh cute…Unfortunately growling won’t do you any good…”

*It said with a glitch in its voice before straight up grabbing Ellir by the neck and slashed its claws at Cypher, leaving a large, gaping wound.*

(( i already got the ok from linkachu to torment Ellir so… / ooc ))

He cried out in pain, bowing his head and pressing his hands tight to the bleeding wound on his ribs. It didn’t staunch the bleeding too well, however.

he felt dizzy. He wanted.. to sleep. It didn’t help that he had already lost so much blood from previous wounds.

( @not-linkachu )

(Eilir flailed about wildly in the entities grip, infuriated at its attack on Cypher. The amount of static around them grew exponentially as Eilir went into a blind [not really blind lol] rage. They were succumbing to the Eye’s influence. They managed to nick the entity in the jaw with their foot, as their hands were too preoccupied in attempting to free their neck)

(@noidentitycomputer )

noidentitycomputer

*The entity let out a surprised groan as it was kicked, dropping Ellir as it was caught off guard but immediately attacked back, manipulating the surrounding area’s ground, making these unsettling viney tentacles that seemed to be glitching arise from the dirt. The vines grabbed each of Ellir’s wrists (stabbed through them, actually) and pulled them down.*

“Do that again.”

#tma rp #action time:d/ooc #<- yahoo #tma rp blog #tma oc rp #oc : datacorrupted #roleplay account #in character #roleplay blog

(Eilir allowed the static the surround them, almost overwhelming them. It numbed the pain ever so slightly. They couldn’t See. A fog reminiscent of static filled their mind. They were vaguely aware of the glitching monstrosity they had become, and a faint voice in the back of their mind feared that they may be too far gone and that because of this, they had suffered a great loss. Someone… close, important to them. Why can’t they remember?)

<< Cypher had been hit by that blasted computer whilst trying to fight for Eilir. His blades had done nothing, and his prized weapons had fallen into the Void. He laid there, making feeble attempt to move his battered, bloodied and bruised body every now and then. Every time he failed. He prayed Eilir would make it out of there alright. He wasn’t sure how he could be of much help. Dizziness hit him every time he got even close to sitting up again. >>

(Though the static was virtually overwhelming them, it hadn’t fully claimed them. A small part of them held on, clinging to the idea of that someone who could lose them, who they could lose. It hurt. The static grew and it hurt. Every instinct begged them to let it take over, to let the Eye claim them)

<< he knew Eilir was suffering. He could tell, like a sixth sense. He groaned, ignoring the fight that was basically background noise to his ringing ears. He managed to sit up, though dizziness almost made him fall back down. On his hands and knees, he crawled over to the edge of the void. He couldn’t see Eilir, but he knew they were there. >>

“Eilir..?” He croaked, trying to shout as loudly as he could. Just in case they could hear him.

(They heard… something. Something very familiar. What… what was it? It sounded so close… like they could reach up and touch it. But their body—was it even a body at this point?—hurt. Everything hurt. The static… there was so much, too much. It sounded like it was mixed with hundreds of different voices saying something all at once, though they couldn’t make it out. That one voice, calling out that familiar word rang out among all of them. Maybe, just maybe, if they could reach up and touch it…)

<< suddenly Cypher felt a hand grab his own. He almost let go, startling and letting out a pained yelp. How deep was the void? Did it even have a depth? He pulled, but it burned his wounds and strained his body. He continued, however, and soon he had Eilir out of the Void. His eyes widened and he quickly pounced onto them, hugging them tight. >>

“Dear gods Eilir I thought I lost you…”

(they blinked deliriously. Their entire body still throbbed. The sudden weight of Knowledge that was momentarily cut off from them came crashing down at once upon them emerging from the void. They started to cry. Whoever held them, they felt so familiar, they felt safe. In the background they were aware of everything else going on; Jon laying bloodied and broken in the grass, Tim seeming… off, the entity. They tried to call out to both to see if they were ok)

Ț̶̍͑͛-̸̘̂͑̕T̸̟͇̀̉́i̴̞̦̩͇̺͊͊͊̅͘m̵̻̉?̸̧̛̗͚̹̩̒ ̸̹̖̼̓̃̔̚J̸͙̠͛̃…̵͓̞͌͆ ̷̭͎̩̭͓̈̂̆̔̉o̵͔̣͚̓̾̓̚͝ń̵͖͕̈́?̶̦̉̚͠ ̴̧͂̇̏͑I̶͓͒̀̌̈s̷̛͉̞͇̮̈́̒̀͌ ̸̥̃͋̏ë̸̜̍͛̌̚ͅv̵̪̍̎é̵̤̣̀̋̏͆r̶͍̈́͋͐ÿ̶̲̩͇̟́o̸̘̱̊n̵̨̫̈́̃̋ẻ̵̞ ̷̗͙̘̂̇̀̔́ͅa̶̟̪̯͙͖̕l̶̢͙̭͊̒̍͛̊͜ř̵̭̍́̋ỉ̸̤͙͒̈́̑͂g̶̛̲̜̝͙̐̓h̷͍̮̋̑͝t̵͇̜̣̖̆̾?̷͔̙͎̒͜ ̶̮̟̾̔̀O̷͕̙͍̫̓͐̽-̶̛̬͙̰̓̉̐̎o̸̼̫͙̽͗h̵̦͓͚̕ͅ,̴̘̉ ̸͓͊̐̌͠Ċ̶̭̟͔͛̓-̴̝̼͗͛C̶̲̲͈͋͒̋̉y̸̟̞̩͗́̈́͝p̴̨̜͔̋̊̋̾͒h̵̞̝͎̳̮͆ė̴̛͇͔̤̚͠ŗ̶̛̙̅̒͆̎!̸̳̝͙͛̆̌̄̍ͅ ̵̨̗̮͇̗̈́Y̶̰͌͌ỏ̶̡͓̗̭͕̅̏͋u̷̠̝͉̯͒…̶͉̻̈̿͌͜͠

(Translation:

T-Tim? J… on? Is everyone alright? O-oh, C-Cypher! You…)

( ooc: @stokering-it, @j-s-archivist )

(Tim didnt hear Eilir. Maybe it was the overwhelming ringing still plaguing him even after the explosion or, maybe it was the clear objective.

Somehow reach Jon.

That seemed practically impossible with how much he was melting. His legs would probably give in as soon as he stood.

It didn’t matter though Tim was going to make it over to Jon.

Tim crawled over to where Jon was not even realising someone was calling his name. Tim was so focused on getting to Jon that as soon as he did he just collapsed onto Jon like a kids blanket using it to defend themselves from their monsters.)

(Eilir tries to console Jon from their spot in Cypher’s arms, but they are cut off by a bout of coughing up blood and static)

“Eilir-“ he froze, afraid.

<< he was afraid. >>

“What can I do? What do you need- I- do you need to Know something? Do you need statements, like Jon..?” He tried, talking quickly and stumbling over his words.

(They shook their head)

N̴̼̭̫̈́̀̉͐͋̓̕-̶̛̬̆n̸̛͕̈́̌͊̾ǫ̵̩̙̜̪̲̹̟̱̮̗̌̆̀̉̉̐͂͂̋̑̋̄͘͝ ̴͔́̀͂͐͆͋̉͠t̶̢͚̗̉͆͐̎͒͆͆͐̓͝…̷̦̘̼̹̥͓͓̳͆̆͌͋͑̈́̈́̆̈́̌̑̚̚t̷̙̲͓͔͍͍͚̺̃̓̂̿̕͜i̷̛͍̖̥̱͔̦̘̠̓̎̾̀́̂̑́͛̾͝m̵̨̨̨̭͍̝͕̰̞̀̀̀̍̇̌̀̑̌́̒̈͗̕̚͜ȩ̵̻͙͔̗̙͙̗̇̿͆̇̾̃̃͂̕̚͝ ̴͓̦̪̼̮͙͔͓͍̲̀̈̐f̷̨̻͓͝ȯ̸̠̦͇̳́̀̒̂͆̀̈́̒̐̄̚ŗ̷͓͙̙͉̝͓̤͇̇̆̏̇́͛̏̅͛̈́̉̓͛̚͠ ̶̢͈͉̗̟̘͙̟̱̺̹̮͔͔̀̆̑̊͜ş̸̛̘͋̌͒̔͌̈͑̽̈́̕͝-̸̧͙͍̺͕̯̪̓̾͋̅͐͋̔̂͑͗͘ŝ̷̢̠̦̯̻̰̣͌̐̓̑̽̕t̶̢̮̼̦͙͖̊̔̊̀͋ͅa̶̧͖̲͍͇͖̓̑̈́͒̿̄̈́͋̈́͘ţ̷̛̹̺̜͈͔͎͙͈̱̋̊̇͒̔͜͝e̵͎̺̥̮̝͈̣̾̒̒̌͋͝m̷̠͈̿̆͊̒͗̂̊̾̏͗͌͊̌̈́ę̵̧̬͓̝̰̜̬̯̌͑̔͗͊͊̂̒̃̾́͊̕̕̚ṇ̷̲̱̹̙̹̩͎̾̒͛̾̉͘ͅẗ̶̜̥̟͚̗͚͎̫̺́͛͗͜s̸̛̪̀̑̽́…̵̢͙̩̼͔̯̟̻̘͇͋͌̊̾̇̎̅̎͗̀̏̉̔̀͠ ̷̧̫̣̠̯̣̻̰̩̙̲̐̋ͅḮ̴̡̫̟̠̹͎̼̗͊̾̈́̕ͅ’̶̤̹̬̹̙̅̀l̴̗̯̠͖͓̯̕l̷̗͓͎̭̻̪̳̬̑̔̋͜ͅ ̶̼̝̩̗̺̯̱̬̙͍̥̒͠b̷̢̛̫̟̤̘̺͇̏̉͛̏̆̚͘e̸̡̛͕͓̤̼̣͐́̋̔͒̅̽ͅͅ ̶̧̧̰͓̰̠͚͔̼͔̲̲̦̮͆̓̀͒̔̂̌̈̕f̶̡̼̅̓̌̓̍̒̑͐́̾͘ỉ̵̙͙̱̟͉̠̙͈̗̽̑͒̌̃̇͜ͅn̶͖͇̞̲̝̮̮̮͉̳̦͈̱͔̒̀̋̂̈́͆̈́̂̊̊̊͋̚͠͝ͅȇ̴̡̞̳͕̥̹͔̙͔̜͚̘͚̤̰͆̈́͊͒́̽̿̀…̸̧̢̩̻̣̻̪̘͈̱̇̏̍͐̏͆́͆͌͐̃́̽͘͜͜ͅ

(They said the last part more clearly)

(Translation: N-no t…time for s-statements… I’ll be fine…)

”… if you say so..”

<< he paused for a moment, as if thinking, but he gently rubbed Eilir’s side with his thumb as he did so as a sort of offer of comfort. >>

“did you know..” he started, “that wild dolphins call each other by name? They have special whistles for one another.” He blurted.

(Eilir smiled and started to laugh, though that quickly descended into another coughing fit. They practically doubled over)

<< his eyes widened and he let out a short laugh, too, though quickly rushed to support them. Offering them a tense smile, he pulled them back against himself and leaned his head against their shoulder. >>

“hey, try to calm down, yeah?” A pause. Eilir could practically hear the stupid grin in his voice. “Did my dolphin facts help..?”

(they nodded, smiling)

“Hmmm,” he hummed, putting a finger to his chin playfully, pretending to think thoroughly.

“well, did you know bearded vultures are a kind of bird that dye themselves red using clay and rock to show power? And they drop bones from high up into rocks so they can eat the shards.” He grinned.

T̷̡̤͙̣̪̫͚̠̬̤͖̭̩̤̘͆͑̈̊̍͘h̵͍͍͐̈́̐̓̌̏̀͋̉̐̊̚͝͠͝á̶̢̨͎̞͔̲̩͈̙̔͜ṇ̸̢͍̞͙̰̞̳̦͔͓͎̉͊̏͘ͅk̴͈͚̜̫̀͆͗̋͛̒͗͑̀̈́̾͛͗͗̚ṣ̶̡̧̪͖̅…̴̧̬̯̦̱̙͕̳̣̓̔̎̓̓̒

(Translation: Thanks…)

“So dumb facts help? What about personal ones? Like… uh, I am deeply afraid of heights.” He blurted, not even really thinking about it. He didn’t even mean to share that. The only person that would know that would be the one Vast avatar that got to himself a while ago. Being around Eilir was like being compelled. He trusted them.

(they seemed panicked for a second, thinking that they compelled him. They opened their mouth to apologise but were again abruptly cut off by a coughing fit)

<< he lightly bonked them with his head. >>

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Is it helping at all?” He knew fear helped all avatars to some degree, and he was more than willing to be afraid of it would help Eilir get out of this state. >>

(They nodded, though they looked guilty. Eilir hated that they were feeding on Cypher’s fear. They desperately wanted to hug him, both to console him and for their own comfort, but they Knew he was injured and would only be hurt more if they did)

he sighed, biting his lip nervously and nodding. “i figured.” He murmured, giving them a smile.

“When I was little, after my mom passed, my dad… wasn’t a good person. He never was, mind you, but it got worse. I took care of myself then, because he was always out. I never had any idea what he was doing, but I used to think it must be so very important. So I’d always clean up the house for him, waiting for him to get back and whatnot. But I learned, slowly, that when he came home he was always tired and mad. That first night he came back after midnight, I was so excited to ask him what he did all day. The second I asked, he snapped his gaze to me like a zombie in a thriller movie and started yelling. He told me everything that was wrong with me.” He shuddered. “I remember when I started to hide under my bed whenever I heard the door creak open.”

(Eilir looked at him with the deepest sorrow and… fear? They were scared for Cypher. They seemed positively angry that anyone would hurt Cypher. They lightly but comfortingly hugged Cypher)

Ǐ̶̡̖̍̒͗’̶̯͈͓͓̝̪̲̺͕͉̄̃͊̈́͒̾̊͗͘͠ḿ̶̨͕̠͓̟̰́͘ ̸̣͖̆͋̌͒̐̈̈́͊̚͝s̴̬̥̖̫̠̤̭̝̰̄̄o̶̮͇̳̻̞͍͌͘ŕ̴̛̛̬̫̫́͂́͂r̶̢͍͓̠̗͓͎̣̲͗̊̀͂̿͘ỳ̶̧͎͙̙̰̥͇̺̎́ ̵͙̖͙̖̻͉̳̟͋͊̔̕ͅy̴̡̧̨̳͚̞̲̩̳̥̑o̶̙̙̹̻̻̲̖̼͇͑͛̈̀̍u̶̧̥̩̅͆̒̀ ̷̼͔̰͈͓͈̳͌̒̉̓ͅh̴̛͔̬̯͊̀͜ả̴̖̞͇̓͐̊͝ͅd̵̡̤̠̮̀ ̶̼̠͛̌̾t̸͉̺̤͂o̶̯͊̾̂͒͛̾̅͘̕ ̷̪̲̃̌̊͂͜͠ē̶͎̺̱̹̫̼̭͈̈́́̉͛ͅx̶͎͖̳̞̝̥͔̿̌́͗p̸̯͚̬͊̈́̍͑́͑e̵̛̻͇̩̣̦̠̣̋̌́͌͑̾͜͝r̷̥̮̠̋̆̃̃͛̓̉͠i̵̥̩͖̻͍̍͑́̀̄͛̓̑ě̶̩͇̟̙͖͔̦̔̍̾̄͜ǹ̵̙̹̗̥͍̻̀̐͆͋̒̿́̚͘ͅc̸̢̟̙̀̾̅̆͜ͅe̶͚̿̏̓ ̷̙̦̗̜͚̪̱̻̽̐̏̾̔͆̑̕͘t̶̢̠͈̾̆̂̾͊̈́͘h̶̡̡̫̩̗͎͇̯͖̖̎̿͂͗̅́̌̕a̶̡̫̹̞͆̐̿ţ̷̣̘̹̰̂̽͝͝…̵̮̯̼̦̻̖̬͇̞̋͗̃́̏͌̚͝

(Translation: I’m sorry you had to experience that…)

“It’s fine.” He said instantly, offering them a smile. He jolted a hit at the hug. “Don’t waste your energy.” He murmured playfully.

“… did it help..? Do you need more..?” He said hesitantly.

(they looked at him sympathetically and shook their head)

Ị̶̛̼̼̦̼̝́̽͂̓̍̄͐̔̎̒͗̚͝͠…̵̡̠̞̯̩̜̓̎̽͒̒͆̾͋̒̇̏͝ ̸̪̥͕̰͉̼͓̱͎͙̍̋̒̉̃̌̾͆̏͗̚d̸̡̲̼̠͉͙̙͈̠̦͊͐̍̀͜ơ̴̛̮͈̪̬͚͖̞̟̩̹̒̿̈́̏̈́̽̐͜ǹ̵̮͇̼͉̽̓̒́̃̈́̎̓͒̎̌̑͋͘’̵̨̨̛̙̘̒͛̈́̈́̊̋̈́̈́̀͗̕͝ͅt̴̨̧̼͎̟͈͎̗͙̫̝͚͝ ̸̘͕̲̟̫͍̈́̒͝͠ẁ̴̮͑͒̐͆͛ͅa̴̧̡̛̙͇̝̹̙̞̳̹̓͑̑̈́̄̈́̌́̌́́ͅn̵̡̼͉̖̣͉̗̙͆̏̇ẗ̷͔͎̰̳̯̜̫̬̰́̑̊̌̓́͋ ̵̜̳̜͚̀͗̀̊̉t̴̞͓͍̩̗͍̯̹͒̐̾̒̃̑́ö̴̢̮̹́͐̽̄̏ ̵̛͕̱̯͇̯̺̞̜̯͗͛̓̒̋̐͌͐̚͠f̷̨̢͎̮̠̫̦̥͇̑́̌̎̎̿̍̚̕͜͝͠ę̵͔̝̦͋͆ȇ̴̢͇̭͚̳̠̹̫͗̾̎̈́ͅd̶̡̜̦͉̜̖̹̖̀̑ ̴̨͖͖̦̫̰͈̝͉͉͕̥̩̜͆̐̈́̅ŏ̶̧̢̹̜̦̗̥͉̜̥̰͕͈̈́̄̑̀̐͋̆̈̕̚͝f̴̨͚̰̺͎̗̣͓̺̋́̅̋̇̓̐̿͒̆͘̚͠f̴͇͚̟̻̼͖̪̩͙̣̐͊̄͆̋́̚̚ͅͅ ̸̧̛͙̺̇̍͆̂͌͛̌̀̕͝͝o̶̧͓̳̫͔͆̆̎̇̓̀̌̒̓̋̀͒͘̕͠f̴̢͎̖͙̖̪̝̲̹̆͜ ̴̨̧̢̨͔͍̱̠̼̙̰̜̻̋͗̌̾̀͋̑̋̓̎̎̎̊̊̋ͅỷ̸̯͇̤̲̹̜͕̒͐ǫ̷͔̯̘̞̲͖̹͈̥̝̺̐̔͌̚̕u̸͔̘̮̭̽̐̎̎͗́̋̆͆̓͝͝

(Translation: I… don’t want to feed off of you)

”hmm.” He hummed. “But… if you need more, I-I’m not- i can-“ he managed, trying to explain it. He was afraid to do it, for sure, but he was willing.

he wondered if he just blurted it if they would listen. Maybe he’d have to to keep them safe.

he sighed, burying his head in Eilir’s shoulder.

“He always told me I didn’t matter. That if I ever told anyone what he did when he was drunk, he’d show me what real pain was like.” He murmured, tugging at his tattered sleeves to hide the goosebumps in his arms.

N̷͈͓̲̓̒͂-̷̨͖̜̘͍̼̀̊͜͜n̶̲͗͆̍̽̈́́ó̸̬̥̮̽̓͊͗͘̕…̵̢̢̦̜͎̪̯̱̈́̎̈̃̔̔̚͠ ̷͈͙̜͚̻̥̖̱̔̊͛͋̓̌̓͂C̴̘͕̆̊̐͘y̴̦̥̿͊͊̿͌̐̽̍p̸̢̢̧͈̭̬͊̿̓̋͋̒̔̒ḩ̸̩̞̩̻͆͒̉ę̸͚̪̆̓̎͂̇̈́̈́̀̚͝ͅͅr̵̢̦͆̇̓͌̇̐̑͝͠,̴̻̯̦̫̼̖̪̦͊͌͌͗́̈́͗͝ ̷̞̾̿̎̃͋͆͐͘i̷͕͂̐̽̓̽ť̴̮̻̘̂̌́͐̚͠’̵̰̯̗̺̞̔̍̽̈́̔̄͛͠s̶̨͎̠͈͖̟̯̲͎͐̽ͅ ̴̮̳̻͈̣͊̄̉̄͜h̵̨̲̩̬̼̠̹̣̔͋ͅŭ̴̡̧͕͔̘͓͕̝́̾̍̓͘͝ȑ̷̡̗̤̫̞͓͎̜̭̘̉̐̄͐͒̓̀̕͠ṯ̸̡̝̱͉͚̫͎̀́̓ͅí̴̟̘̹̝͋̄͆͊̋̇̀͘ņ̶̙̟͈̠͔͈̺̞̗̀́̽̓̐͒͋͊̕͠g̵̺̱͔̯̞̔̉͆͋̒́̕̕͝ ̶͍̙͇͐̔̿̓͛̄̎͌͌͜͝y̷̦̳̱̯̅͋̇̋͘͝͠͠o̷̪͉͓͔̜͑̈́̓͒̓̓̕͜u̵̧̯͓̬̺̬̒͛̎̓̈́̿̇̈̕̚…̵͖͇̗̫͎͖̟̥̞̓̿̇͛̕͠ ̴͕̘̝͎̊̀̃̈̄̀̈ ̶̢̡̉̈́͂̿̆Ì̵̼̹̗̣̰̹̃͑̄̈̄̾̽̉͘’̴̢̟̺̩̳̖͉̻̽͂͆͘͠ͅļ̶͙̱͔̠̯͚̠̇̈́̐͜ḻ̶͍̗̬̒̀̿͂͘ ̵̥͕̌̅͐̔͠b̷͙̩̖̹̤̳͒̈́̉̐̕͝ͅe̶̯̹̺͙̣͒̓̄͘ ̶͕͕̉͛̀͊́͆͋̊̑̾f̸̖̲̓̈́̀̄͌̿͛̄̕i̴͚͗͊̇̄ń̵̢̫̬̠͔̥̋̀͒͂̓͐̈́̋͘e̴̡̩̦̘̯͔͐̄…̴̻͔̟̫͖̅͆

(Translation:

N-no… Cypher, it’s hurting you… I’ll be fine…

“Stop arguing. It’s worth it, okay? I can literally see you getting better.” He smiled. “I… really care about you, okay? So, uh… don’t die.” He grinned as if he was proud of himself for that statement, though the light blush was unmistakable.

“You still look… faint. One more’ll do, yeah..?”

C̸͍͈̯̣͖͎̞̖̩͍̘͉͕̈́͐̈́̃͊̔͋̀̈͂͝͠͝ͅͅy̴̥̩͝p̷͉̹̃̊̅̿͗̇̑̓͋̌͝ḩ̷̨̢̤̻̬͑͐̂͆̔̑̓̊̈́͌́̏̚͘e̸̖̪͂͊̇̊̈́͠͝r̴̢̛̖͚̄̊͗…̸̡̬͍̫͙̙̖͙̬̹͙̞̣̖͒̀͘ ̸͕̫̯̲͔̮̅̔̂̆̑̂̅͂͆͋͛͘͝p̶͇̝͔̮̅̈́̓̓̄̆̊̚͘l̶̡̢̖͙̻̺͓̲͎̟̤̒́̂̎͌͘ͅȅ̶̡̛̳͍̮̳͎̯͈̉̾̊͒̇̌́͋̚ͅả̶̜͍͚̙̾̈́̋̿̀̆̽͛s̷̢̡̝͉͙̫̝͈̳̰̥͉̯̠̐͗̎̄̅͝ͅe̵̛̫̦̙͇̎̄̌̍̀͒̿̑̌ ̷̢̱͎̲̙̟̟̘̭͈̺͍̐̅͗͂̈̉́̏d̶̡̛͍̬̘̘͈̝͖̳̽̉̀͑͗̏o̴̡͍̔͂̔̇̂͑͑͋̎̐̂̚͘͜͠͝n̵̫͇̯̰̲̖̦̖̘̩͈̆̓̆̇̅̅̑̃̏̑̽͛̄̋͊’̶̨̯̤̗̿͐̇̆̇͒͑̐̃͝t̸͖̙̬̼̰̥̤͍̦̪͔̠͔̖̄…̸͇̠͍̟͓̪͓̗̻͎̙̌̇͜

(They begged him, looking desperate)

(Translation: Cypher… please don’t…)

They hated this, he could tell. He knew they weren’t doing good, he knew they’d probably need quite a few statements to actually get better. But he did knowww hat he’d do with - or more importantly, to - himself if they died and he hadn’t done everything he could.

he was torn. He wanted to try to help. He had one more story, but he didn’t want to make them sad. He saw the look in their eyes.

He wiped a tear off his cheek, sparing himself no gentleness. His nails left red scratches among bruises and cuts. “okay. I’m sorry.” He murmured.

(They hugged him once again, gently and comforting. They Knew his dilemma. Above all the chaos that filled their head, that’s what stuck out the most. They hated that he felt that way, but they Knew there wasn’t an alternative. They, right now, had to focus on protecting him. And the others. Obviously them as well. How could they forget them?)

<< he let out a sound akin to a breathless whimper, burying his face in their shoulder. They were too gentle with him. He was not fragile. His thoughts were cut short by a stoning, burning pain from one of his wounds… maybe he was a little fragile right now. >>

“Compel me,” he offered after a long while of silence, “I- I know you need fear.” He took a deep breath. “And mine is… too buried for me to tell you.”

(Eilir simply shook their head)

Í̵͇̮̰͈̌͛̓̐̒̓͝͝’̵̢̳̞̖̭͚͔̟̟̙͍̀̈́͒͒͐̍̎̓̐̽͗͝͝m̴̢̛̛̠̲͔̱̠͙̜͉̭̗̺̿̓̀͋͛̾͋͐͒͘͠ ̶̧͇̯̲̪͕͔̠̰̤̯̺̣̪̿̆̈́̑̍̒̄̓̀ͅn̴̨̬̰͂̍̈͛̈̀̉͌̃͊̈́̄̾̊͝o̷̱͚͇̲͔̺̔̔́̇͒̄̓̀͘t̵̡͔͉̠͉͖͇͓͇̼̭̍̀͋̿̉̇̍͗̑̆̊ͅ ̶̨̗̦̜̖̙̥͕̩͖͈̋̈́́̈́̈̆͂̉̒̎̔͌͘͜͝h̸͖̩́͒̃̆̂̔́̆ụ̵͈̻̙̝̤͍͎̬̟͚̦̊͆̄̔̄̃̀̈́̊͘̚r̴͚̀̑͘t̵̛͚̫̱͖͆̋͑̓̇͆̾̀́͠͠i̴̛̘͕̤̞̼̽͗̐̋͐̍̍̋̉͛͒͊ņ̴̨̤͚̠̳̪̪̹̳̹͔̒̇͊͐͆̆͠ǧ̸̢̛̛̭͚̙̘̦͍̀̋̃̈́̐͌͌̈́͂͝ ̶̫̦͉̬̗͓̠͔̭̔̏̄̾͛͑́͒̋̀̕͝ý̴͎̱̭̣̥̰͔̖̱̤̠̺̤͎̍͜ȯ̸̧̢̬̥̻̣̤̗̩͔̱̙̖̑̎͂̽̂̂́͐́͑̇̕͠͝ͅü̷̧̨̗̞̼̣͇̖̜̥͕̈́̿̾̉ ̸̺̹̾͗̀̒̃̀̍͛͘ṃ̷̧̪͙͙͕̻̠̂̐͑͑̌̀͋̓͂͗̚͜o̴̧̘̫̣̻͈̖̣̐͗̓̋̈́̍̂̐̚̚̚r̷̢̢̬͙̯̟͉͙̱̜͚̭͔͎͌̓̌̉̔̓ȩ̴̣̝̞̗̟̠̮̙͎́͂͋͑̾͊͆̌͜͜…̷̡̧̖̟̯̻̩̘͚̼͒͑͆̒̆͝

(Translation: I’m not hurting you more…)

“Eilir..” he said, voice concerned. “Eilir please- i- you Compel me or not, I’m telling you. You-“ he cut off. “You can’t die.”

he buried his head in their shoulder. “I.. I kinda like you, okay? So please, please don’t go. Let me help.” He admitted, holding them close.

N̴̬̟̠̳̫̠̬̞͛̊̆͛͋̀͝ó̷̭̪͗̇,̶̦̮͈͎̪̘̖̫̩̱̻̝̻͘ͅ ̷̛̦̥͕̘͍̄̏̾̈́̚C̸̬̹̲̰͚͇̠̱̬͈̞̗̬͒͌̆͑̀̏̚͜͜ÿ̷̧̡̤̜̥̼̭́̑́p̶̢͔̹̩̞̣̲̟͚̠͚͌̀͆̒͒͘͜h̶̢͚͚̗̟̘̳͖̜͎̏̔́̋͊̅̽̊̅̓͐͜ȩ̵̮͚͉̩̻͍̓͂̈́́̈́̕͝r̶̺̠̥͚̭͊̿̑̈́̋̎͐̄̅͌͒̿͐-̴̡̣̝̦̟̬̹̺̬͉͔̀͑́͌͆͋̚͝ ̴͕̝̗͖͖̠͔̲͋̓͑͐̔̅͋̒̎̈́ ̴̨̨͍̫̮̗͖̭̝͗̇̿̈̉̑͂̕͜ͅ(cough) I̷̤̣̦̝̖͆̾͒͌̇̆̄͊̒͐ͅ…̵̢̧̞͎̳͈̞̻̬̬̫̣̺̄ ̸̢͎̬̖̆̒I̶̲͔͌̆̍ ̷̨̡̰̞̳͍̩͉̹̱͉̭͆̐̈́̓͂̓̂͑͜͠͝ẉ̶̢̞̱͓̻̘̥̹̯͇̋́̎̏̓̀̓̈́o̸̫̳̮̿̾̔̉̕͝n̶̤̔̽͛̈́’̷̧͔̤̫̳̣͎̻̦͎̣̠̓̇̽̉̌̈̈́̅͌̂̊͘͝ţ̶̧̪̱̥̩̤͎̤̄͛̑̃̔ͅ ̶̨̡̨̢̨̗̭̯̗̲̦̲͙̀̎

(Translation: No, Cypher- I… I won’t)

He sighed heavily, his breaths as shaky as his hands. He shook his head.

“fine. Fine. But if I see you… fading, or whatever, I’m telling you everything.” Cypher said, raising his head, his gaze determined. “Agreed?”

(they gave him an exhausted pleading look that turned resigned. They Knew he would be willing to do anything for them. They’d be willing to do anything for him. They hated that they would need to feed on his fear just to survive)

He smiled, nodded, and gently rested his chin on Eilir’s shoulder.

“yeah. Okay. Compel me whenever, I promise I’ll be fine. It won’t hurt me too bad. And besides, you should know better than anyone that it hurts more to bury it.” He murmured, nuzzling into their shoulder to rest. He wanted to sleep. He felt himself slipping, assuming it was fatigue and not blood loss. The wounds all over him seemed to have been forgotten.

(They gave him a small, fatigued smile. They wanted nothing more in the world than to cuddle up with him on the sofa and… just rest. Not roam around doing whatever nonsense this is or working… they actually wanted to pause and take a break. They thought that they needed to keep living off stress, but now? Now they just wanted it to stop. They were exhausted. They wanted Cypher to be safe. And Jon and Tim. And Agnes, of course. They wanted everyone to be safe. Their exhaustion quickly turned into anger towards to entity as they saw the full extent of the damage it had done. They would put an end to this. They gave Cypher an apologetic look before forcing themself to their feet to face the entity who had just noticed the group? They braced themself)

“Shit-“ cypher managed, stumbling and collapsing to his hands and knees when Eilir moved away. He coughed, quickly covering up the blood he coughed up. “Eilir no-“

he tried to get up with them, but he was overcome with dizziness and he collapsed back down.

“Eilir-! Don’t. Please-“

Ç̸̊ỷ̸̨̡̛̲͂p̴̖̽͌h̵̫̣̄́̀ë̷̼̬́̿͠r̴̻̘̾͠͝!̵̰̄̅ ̴̣͗̓P̷̞͑̑l̷̫̯̙̅̏̀ḛ̴̪͌̎͌͜a̵͔͔͗s̶̢̧̖̈̽̋ȩ̸̯͂͋…̸͙̬̐ ̷͖̥͛̚s̴͔̦̀t̵̼̙́̅a̸̺̘͌͗̋y̸͔̳̾ ̵̧̦͖͒b̸̯̪̂e̸̞̐͑̓h̸̢͑͋̌i̴̧̟̙̋̃́n̷̥̼̣̆̉d̷̜̹̻̋̓̍ ̶̢̟͕̋̒͠ḿ̵͔ẻ̶̢̂̂ ̸̼̒ ̵̥͎̇͆A̷̓͒̍͜n̸̟͈͌̔d̴͔̩̅…̷̢̝͕͋ ̶̞͊Ì̴͇̙̊’̷̈͜m̸̥̠̋ ̸̩̱̓s̷͕͑̆͗o̵̼͂̄͘r̴̼̰̩̓r̸͕̲͊̋͠y̸̯̌̈́̔ ̶̳͐

(At first they went to go back to him, but they Knew the entity was getting closer and would not hesitate)

(Translation:

Cypher! Please… stay behind me And… I’m sorry)

”no..” he managed, his voice a breathless plea. He reached out towards them, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t get up, everything hurt so, so very badly.

“Eilir.. please… please at least stay safe.” Cypher said, running a hand through his hair, stressed.

(@noidentitycomputer

noidentitycomputer

*The entity watched the interaction unfold as it stalked closer. Its smile appeared to somehow grow. It wanted to pounce, to attack now but wanted to wait for a better opportunity.*

(( idk if it’s alright to make it attack anyone / ooc ))

Cypher managed a weak growl from behind Eilir, still defensive of Eilir even if he was pained and incapable of getting to his feet.

(( idk Cypher was attacked so I don’t think it matters lol ))

noidentitycomputer

“Oh cute…Unfortunately growling won’t do you any good…”

*It said with a glitch in its voice before straight up grabbing Ellir by the neck and slashed its claws at Cypher, leaving a large, gaping wound.*

(( i already got the ok from linkachu to torment Ellir so… / ooc ))

#tma rp #oc : datacorrupted #tma rp blog #tma oc rp #roleplay account

(Eilir allowed the static the surround them, almost overwhelming them. It numbed the pain ever so slightly. They couldn’t See. A fog reminiscent of static filled their mind. They were vaguely aware of the glitching monstrosity they had become, and a faint voice in the back of their mind feared that they may be too far gone and that because of this, they had suffered a great loss. Someone… close, important to them. Why can’t they remember?)

<< Cypher had been hit by that blasted computer whilst trying to fight for Eilir. His blades had done nothing, and his prized weapons had fallen into the Void. He laid there, making feeble attempt to move his battered, bloodied and bruised body every now and then. Every time he failed. He prayed Eilir would make it out of there alright. He wasn’t sure how he could be of much help. Dizziness hit him every time he got even close to sitting up again. >>

(Though the static was virtually overwhelming them, it hadn’t fully claimed them. A small part of them held on, clinging to the idea of that someone who could lose them, who they could lose. It hurt. The static grew and it hurt. Every instinct begged them to let it take over, to let the Eye claim them)

<< he knew Eilir was suffering. He could tell, like a sixth sense. He groaned, ignoring the fight that was basically background noise to his ringing ears. He managed to sit up, though dizziness almost made him fall back down. On his hands and knees, he crawled over to the edge of the void. He couldn’t see Eilir, but he knew they were there. >>

“Eilir..?” He croaked, trying to shout as loudly as he could. Just in case they could hear him.

(They heard… something. Something very familiar. What… what was it? It sounded so close… like they could reach up and touch it. But their body—was it even a body at this point?—hurt. Everything hurt. The static… there was so much, too much. It sounded like it was mixed with hundreds of different voices saying something all at once, though they couldn’t make it out. That one voice, calling out that familiar word rang out among all of them. Maybe, just maybe, if they could reach up and touch it…)

<< suddenly Cypher felt a hand grab his own. He almost let go, startling and letting out a pained yelp. How deep was the void? Did it even have a depth? He pulled, but it burned his wounds and strained his body. He continued, however, and soon he had Eilir out of the Void. His eyes widened and he quickly pounced onto them, hugging them tight. >>

“Dear gods Eilir I thought I lost you…”

(they blinked deliriously. Their entire body still throbbed. The sudden weight of Knowledge that was momentarily cut off from them came crashing down at once upon them emerging from the void. They started to cry. Whoever held them, they felt so familiar, they felt safe. In the background they were aware of everything else going on; Jon laying bloodied and broken in the grass, Tim seeming… off, the entity. They tried to call out to both to see if they were ok)

Ț̶̍͑͛-̸̘̂͑̕T̸̟͇̀̉́i̴̞̦̩͇̺͊͊͊̅͘m̵̻̉?̸̧̛̗͚̹̩̒ ̸̹̖̼̓̃̔̚J̸͙̠͛̃…̵͓̞͌͆ ̷̭͎̩̭͓̈̂̆̔̉o̵͔̣͚̓̾̓̚͝ń̵͖͕̈́?̶̦̉̚͠ ̴̧͂̇̏͑I̶͓͒̀̌̈s̷̛͉̞͇̮̈́̒̀͌ ̸̥̃͋̏ë̸̜̍͛̌̚ͅv̵̪̍̎é̵̤̣̀̋̏͆r̶͍̈́͋͐ÿ̶̲̩͇̟́o̸̘̱̊n̵̨̫̈́̃̋ẻ̵̞ ̷̗͙̘̂̇̀̔́ͅa̶̟̪̯͙͖̕l̶̢͙̭͊̒̍͛̊͜ř̵̭̍́̋ỉ̸̤͙͒̈́̑͂g̶̛̲̜̝͙̐̓h̷͍̮̋̑͝t̵͇̜̣̖̆̾?̷͔̙͎̒͜ ̶̮̟̾̔̀O̷͕̙͍̫̓͐̽-̶̛̬͙̰̓̉̐̎o̸̼̫͙̽͗h̵̦͓͚̕ͅ,̴̘̉ ̸͓͊̐̌͠Ċ̶̭̟͔͛̓-̴̝̼͗͛C̶̲̲͈͋͒̋̉y̸̟̞̩͗́̈́͝p̴̨̜͔̋̊̋̾͒h̵̞̝͎̳̮͆ė̴̛͇͔̤̚͠ŗ̶̛̙̅̒͆̎!̸̳̝͙͛̆̌̄̍ͅ ̵̨̗̮͇̗̈́Y̶̰͌͌ỏ̶̡͓̗̭͕̅̏͋u̷̠̝͉̯͒…̶͉̻̈̿͌͜͠

(Translation:

T-Tim? J… on? Is everyone alright? O-oh, C-Cypher! You…)

( ooc: @stokering-it, @j-s-archivist )

(Tim didnt hear Eilir. Maybe it was the overwhelming ringing still plaguing him even after the explosion or, maybe it was the clear objective.

Somehow reach Jon.

That seemed practically impossible with how much he was melting. His legs would probably give in as soon as he stood.

It didn’t matter though Tim was going to make it over to Jon.

Tim crawled over to where Jon was not even realising someone was calling his name. Tim was so focused on getting to Jon that as soon as he did he just collapsed onto Jon like a kids blanket using it to defend themselves from their monsters.)

(Eilir tries to console Jon from their spot in Cypher’s arms, but they are cut off by a bout of coughing up blood and static)

“Eilir-“ he froze, afraid.

<< he was afraid. >>

“What can I do? What do you need- I- do you need to Know something? Do you need statements, like Jon..?” He tried, talking quickly and stumbling over his words.

(They shook their head)

N̴̼̭̫̈́̀̉͐͋̓̕-̶̛̬̆n̸̛͕̈́̌͊̾ǫ̵̩̙̜̪̲̹̟̱̮̗̌̆̀̉̉̐͂͂̋̑̋̄͘͝ ̴͔́̀͂͐͆͋̉͠t̶̢͚̗̉͆͐̎͒͆͆͐̓͝…̷̦̘̼̹̥͓͓̳͆̆͌͋͑̈́̈́̆̈́̌̑̚̚t̷̙̲͓͔͍͍͚̺̃̓̂̿̕͜i̷̛͍̖̥̱͔̦̘̠̓̎̾̀́̂̑́͛̾͝m̵̨̨̨̭͍̝͕̰̞̀̀̀̍̇̌̀̑̌́̒̈͗̕̚͜ȩ̵̻͙͔̗̙͙̗̇̿͆̇̾̃̃͂̕̚͝ ̴͓̦̪̼̮͙͔͓͍̲̀̈̐f̷̨̻͓͝ȯ̸̠̦͇̳́̀̒̂͆̀̈́̒̐̄̚ŗ̷͓͙̙͉̝͓̤͇̇̆̏̇́͛̏̅͛̈́̉̓͛̚͠ ̶̢͈͉̗̟̘͙̟̱̺̹̮͔͔̀̆̑̊͜ş̸̛̘͋̌͒̔͌̈͑̽̈́̕͝-̸̧͙͍̺͕̯̪̓̾͋̅͐͋̔̂͑͗͘ŝ̷̢̠̦̯̻̰̣͌̐̓̑̽̕t̶̢̮̼̦͙͖̊̔̊̀͋ͅa̶̧͖̲͍͇͖̓̑̈́͒̿̄̈́͋̈́͘ţ̷̛̹̺̜͈͔͎͙͈̱̋̊̇͒̔͜͝e̵͎̺̥̮̝͈̣̾̒̒̌͋͝m̷̠͈̿̆͊̒͗̂̊̾̏͗͌͊̌̈́ę̵̧̬͓̝̰̜̬̯̌͑̔͗͊͊̂̒̃̾́͊̕̕̚ṇ̷̲̱̹̙̹̩͎̾̒͛̾̉͘ͅẗ̶̜̥̟͚̗͚͎̫̺́͛͗͜s̸̛̪̀̑̽́…̵̢͙̩̼͔̯̟̻̘͇͋͌̊̾̇̎̅̎͗̀̏̉̔̀͠ ̷̧̫̣̠̯̣̻̰̩̙̲̐̋ͅḮ̴̡̫̟̠̹͎̼̗͊̾̈́̕ͅ’̶̤̹̬̹̙̅̀l̴̗̯̠͖͓̯̕l̷̗͓͎̭̻̪̳̬̑̔̋͜ͅ ̶̼̝̩̗̺̯̱̬̙͍̥̒͠b̷̢̛̫̟̤̘̺͇̏̉͛̏̆̚͘e̸̡̛͕͓̤̼̣͐́̋̔͒̅̽ͅͅ ̶̧̧̰͓̰̠͚͔̼͔̲̲̦̮͆̓̀͒̔̂̌̈̕f̶̡̼̅̓̌̓̍̒̑͐́̾͘ỉ̵̙͙̱̟͉̠̙͈̗̽̑͒̌̃̇͜ͅn̶͖͇̞̲̝̮̮̮͉̳̦͈̱͔̒̀̋̂̈́͆̈́̂̊̊̊͋̚͠͝ͅȇ̴̡̞̳͕̥̹͔̙͔̜͚̘͚̤̰͆̈́͊͒́̽̿̀…̸̧̢̩̻̣̻̪̘͈̱̇̏̍͐̏͆́͆͌͐̃́̽͘͜͜ͅ

(They said the last part more clearly)

(Translation: N-no t…time for s-statements… I’ll be fine…)

”… if you say so..”

<< he paused for a moment, as if thinking, but he gently rubbed Eilir’s side with his thumb as he did so as a sort of offer of comfort. >>

“did you know..” he started, “that wild dolphins call each other by name? They have special whistles for one another.” He blurted.

(Eilir smiled and started to laugh, though that quickly descended into another coughing fit. They practically doubled over)

<< his eyes widened and he let out a short laugh, too, though quickly rushed to support them. Offering them a tense smile, he pulled them back against himself and leaned his head against their shoulder. >>

“hey, try to calm down, yeah?” A pause. Eilir could practically hear the stupid grin in his voice. “Did my dolphin facts help..?”

(they nodded, smiling)

“Hmmm,” he hummed, putting a finger to his chin playfully, pretending to think thoroughly.

“well, did you know bearded vultures are a kind of bird that dye themselves red using clay and rock to show power? And they drop bones from high up into rocks so they can eat the shards.” He grinned.

T̷̡̤͙̣̪̫͚̠̬̤͖̭̩̤̘͆͑̈̊̍͘h̵͍͍͐̈́̐̓̌̏̀͋̉̐̊̚͝͠͝á̶̢̨͎̞͔̲̩͈̙̔͜ṇ̸̢͍̞͙̰̞̳̦͔͓͎̉͊̏͘ͅk̴͈͚̜̫̀͆͗̋͛̒͗͑̀̈́̾͛͗͗̚ṣ̶̡̧̪͖̅…̴̧̬̯̦̱̙͕̳̣̓̔̎̓̓̒

(Translation: Thanks…)

“So dumb facts help? What about personal ones? Like… uh, I am deeply afraid of heights.” He blurted, not even really thinking about it. He didn’t even mean to share that. The only person that would know that would be the one Vast avatar that got to himself a while ago. Being around Eilir was like being compelled. He trusted them.

(they seemed panicked for a second, thinking that they compelled him. They opened their mouth to apologise but were again abruptly cut off by a coughing fit)

<< he lightly bonked them with his head. >>

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Is it helping at all?” He knew fear helped all avatars to some degree, and he was more than willing to be afraid of it would help Eilir get out of this state. >>

(They nodded, though they looked guilty. Eilir hated that they were feeding on Cypher’s fear. They desperately wanted to hug him, both to console him and for their own comfort, but they Knew he was injured and would only be hurt more if they did)

he sighed, biting his lip nervously and nodding. “i figured.” He murmured, giving them a smile.

“When I was little, after my mom passed, my dad… wasn’t a good person. He never was, mind you, but it got worse. I took care of myself then, because he was always out. I never had any idea what he was doing, but I used to think it must be so very important. So I’d always clean up the house for him, waiting for him to get back and whatnot. But I learned, slowly, that when he came home he was always tired and mad. That first night he came back after midnight, I was so excited to ask him what he did all day. The second I asked, he snapped his gaze to me like a zombie in a thriller movie and started yelling. He told me everything that was wrong with me.” He shuddered. “I remember when I started to hide under my bed whenever I heard the door creak open.”

(Eilir looked at him with the deepest sorrow and… fear? They were scared for Cypher. They seemed positively angry that anyone would hurt Cypher. They lightly but comfortingly hugged Cypher)

Ǐ̶̡̖̍̒͗’̶̯͈͓͓̝̪̲̺͕͉̄̃͊̈́͒̾̊͗͘͠ḿ̶̨͕̠͓̟̰́͘ ̸̣͖̆͋̌͒̐̈̈́͊̚͝s̴̬̥̖̫̠̤̭̝̰̄̄o̶̮͇̳̻̞͍͌͘ŕ̴̛̛̬̫̫́͂́͂r̶̢͍͓̠̗͓͎̣̲͗̊̀͂̿͘ỳ̶̧͎͙̙̰̥͇̺̎́ ̵͙̖͙̖̻͉̳̟͋͊̔̕ͅy̴̡̧̨̳͚̞̲̩̳̥̑o̶̙̙̹̻̻̲̖̼͇͑͛̈̀̍u̶̧̥̩̅͆̒̀ ̷̼͔̰͈͓͈̳͌̒̉̓ͅh̴̛͔̬̯͊̀͜ả̴̖̞͇̓͐̊͝ͅd̵̡̤̠̮̀ ̶̼̠͛̌̾t̸͉̺̤͂o̶̯͊̾̂͒͛̾̅͘̕ ̷̪̲̃̌̊͂͜͠ē̶͎̺̱̹̫̼̭͈̈́́̉͛ͅx̶͎͖̳̞̝̥͔̿̌́͗p̸̯͚̬͊̈́̍͑́͑e̵̛̻͇̩̣̦̠̣̋̌́͌͑̾͜͝r̷̥̮̠̋̆̃̃͛̓̉͠i̵̥̩͖̻͍̍͑́̀̄͛̓̑ě̶̩͇̟̙͖͔̦̔̍̾̄͜ǹ̵̙̹̗̥͍̻̀̐͆͋̒̿́̚͘ͅc̸̢̟̙̀̾̅̆͜ͅe̶͚̿̏̓ ̷̙̦̗̜͚̪̱̻̽̐̏̾̔͆̑̕͘t̶̢̠͈̾̆̂̾͊̈́͘h̶̡̡̫̩̗͎͇̯͖̖̎̿͂͗̅́̌̕a̶̡̫̹̞͆̐̿ţ̷̣̘̹̰̂̽͝͝…̵̮̯̼̦̻̖̬͇̞̋͗̃́̏͌̚͝

(Translation: I’m sorry you had to experience that…)

“It’s fine.” He said instantly, offering them a smile. He jolted a hit at the hug. “Don’t waste your energy.” He murmured playfully.

“… did it help..? Do you need more..?” He said hesitantly.

(they looked at him sympathetically and shook their head)

Ị̶̛̼̼̦̼̝́̽͂̓̍̄͐̔̎̒͗̚͝͠…̵̡̠̞̯̩̜̓̎̽͒̒͆̾͋̒̇̏͝ ̸̪̥͕̰͉̼͓̱͎͙̍̋̒̉̃̌̾͆̏͗̚d̸̡̲̼̠͉͙̙͈̠̦͊͐̍̀͜ơ̴̛̮͈̪̬͚͖̞̟̩̹̒̿̈́̏̈́̽̐͜ǹ̵̮͇̼͉̽̓̒́̃̈́̎̓͒̎̌̑͋͘’̵̨̨̛̙̘̒͛̈́̈́̊̋̈́̈́̀͗̕͝ͅt̴̨̧̼͎̟͈͎̗͙̫̝͚͝ ̸̘͕̲̟̫͍̈́̒͝͠ẁ̴̮͑͒̐͆͛ͅa̴̧̡̛̙͇̝̹̙̞̳̹̓͑̑̈́̄̈́̌́̌́́ͅn̵̡̼͉̖̣͉̗̙͆̏̇ẗ̷͔͎̰̳̯̜̫̬̰́̑̊̌̓́͋ ̵̜̳̜͚̀͗̀̊̉t̴̞͓͍̩̗͍̯̹͒̐̾̒̃̑́ö̴̢̮̹́͐̽̄̏ ̵̛͕̱̯͇̯̺̞̜̯͗͛̓̒̋̐͌͐̚͠f̷̨̢͎̮̠̫̦̥͇̑́̌̎̎̿̍̚̕͜͝͠ę̵͔̝̦͋͆ȇ̴̢͇̭͚̳̠̹̫͗̾̎̈́ͅd̶̡̜̦͉̜̖̹̖̀̑ ̴̨͖͖̦̫̰͈̝͉͉͕̥̩̜͆̐̈́̅ŏ̶̧̢̹̜̦̗̥͉̜̥̰͕͈̈́̄̑̀̐͋̆̈̕̚͝f̴̨͚̰̺͎̗̣͓̺̋́̅̋̇̓̐̿͒̆͘̚͠f̴͇͚̟̻̼͖̪̩͙̣̐͊̄͆̋́̚̚ͅͅ ̸̧̛͙̺̇̍͆̂͌͛̌̀̕͝͝o̶̧͓̳̫͔͆̆̎̇̓̀̌̒̓̋̀͒͘̕͠f̴̢͎̖͙̖̪̝̲̹̆͜ ̴̨̧̢̨͔͍̱̠̼̙̰̜̻̋͗̌̾̀͋̑̋̓̎̎̎̊̊̋ͅỷ̸̯͇̤̲̹̜͕̒͐ǫ̷͔̯̘̞̲͖̹͈̥̝̺̐̔͌̚̕u̸͔̘̮̭̽̐̎̎͗́̋̆͆̓͝͝

(Translation: I… don’t want to feed off of you)

”hmm.” He hummed. “But… if you need more, I-I’m not- i can-“ he managed, trying to explain it. He was afraid to do it, for sure, but he was willing.

he wondered if he just blurted it if they would listen. Maybe he’d have to to keep them safe.

he sighed, burying his head in Eilir’s shoulder.

“He always told me I didn’t matter. That if I ever told anyone what he did when he was drunk, he’d show me what real pain was like.” He murmured, tugging at his tattered sleeves to hide the goosebumps in his arms.

N̷͈͓̲̓̒͂-̷̨͖̜̘͍̼̀̊͜͜n̶̲͗͆̍̽̈́́ó̸̬̥̮̽̓͊͗͘̕…̵̢̢̦̜͎̪̯̱̈́̎̈̃̔̔̚͠ ̷͈͙̜͚̻̥̖̱̔̊͛͋̓̌̓͂C̴̘͕̆̊̐͘y̴̦̥̿͊͊̿͌̐̽̍p̸̢̢̧͈̭̬͊̿̓̋͋̒̔̒ḩ̸̩̞̩̻͆͒̉ę̸͚̪̆̓̎͂̇̈́̈́̀̚͝ͅͅr̵̢̦͆̇̓͌̇̐̑͝͠,̴̻̯̦̫̼̖̪̦͊͌͌͗́̈́͗͝ ̷̞̾̿̎̃͋͆͐͘i̷͕͂̐̽̓̽ť̴̮̻̘̂̌́͐̚͠’̵̰̯̗̺̞̔̍̽̈́̔̄͛͠s̶̨͎̠͈͖̟̯̲͎͐̽ͅ ̴̮̳̻͈̣͊̄̉̄͜h̵̨̲̩̬̼̠̹̣̔͋ͅŭ̴̡̧͕͔̘͓͕̝́̾̍̓͘͝ȑ̷̡̗̤̫̞͓͎̜̭̘̉̐̄͐͒̓̀̕͠ṯ̸̡̝̱͉͚̫͎̀́̓ͅí̴̟̘̹̝͋̄͆͊̋̇̀͘ņ̶̙̟͈̠͔͈̺̞̗̀́̽̓̐͒͋͊̕͠g̵̺̱͔̯̞̔̉͆͋̒́̕̕͝ ̶͍̙͇͐̔̿̓͛̄̎͌͌͜͝y̷̦̳̱̯̅͋̇̋͘͝͠͠o̷̪͉͓͔̜͑̈́̓͒̓̓̕͜u̵̧̯͓̬̺̬̒͛̎̓̈́̿̇̈̕̚…̵͖͇̗̫͎͖̟̥̞̓̿̇͛̕͠ ̴͕̘̝͎̊̀̃̈̄̀̈ ̶̢̡̉̈́͂̿̆Ì̵̼̹̗̣̰̹̃͑̄̈̄̾̽̉͘’̴̢̟̺̩̳̖͉̻̽͂͆͘͠ͅļ̶͙̱͔̠̯͚̠̇̈́̐͜ḻ̶͍̗̬̒̀̿͂͘ ̵̥͕̌̅͐̔͠b̷͙̩̖̹̤̳͒̈́̉̐̕͝ͅe̶̯̹̺͙̣͒̓̄͘ ̶͕͕̉͛̀͊́͆͋̊̑̾f̸̖̲̓̈́̀̄͌̿͛̄̕i̴͚͗͊̇̄ń̵̢̫̬̠͔̥̋̀͒͂̓͐̈́̋͘e̴̡̩̦̘̯͔͐̄…̴̻͔̟̫͖̅͆

(Translation:

N-no… Cypher, it’s hurting you… I’ll be fine…

“Stop arguing. It’s worth it, okay? I can literally see you getting better.” He smiled. “I… really care about you, okay? So, uh… don’t die.” He grinned as if he was proud of himself for that statement, though the light blush was unmistakable.

“You still look… faint. One more’ll do, yeah..?”

C̸͍͈̯̣͖͎̞̖̩͍̘͉͕̈́͐̈́̃͊̔͋̀̈͂͝͠͝ͅͅy̴̥̩͝p̷͉̹̃̊̅̿͗̇̑̓͋̌͝ḩ̷̨̢̤̻̬͑͐̂͆̔̑̓̊̈́͌́̏̚͘e̸̖̪͂͊̇̊̈́͠͝r̴̢̛̖͚̄̊͗…̸̡̬͍̫͙̙̖͙̬̹͙̞̣̖͒̀͘ ̸͕̫̯̲͔̮̅̔̂̆̑̂̅͂͆͋͛͘͝p̶͇̝͔̮̅̈́̓̓̄̆̊̚͘l̶̡̢̖͙̻̺͓̲͎̟̤̒́̂̎͌͘ͅȅ̶̡̛̳͍̮̳͎̯͈̉̾̊͒̇̌́͋̚ͅả̶̜͍͚̙̾̈́̋̿̀̆̽͛s̷̢̡̝͉͙̫̝͈̳̰̥͉̯̠̐͗̎̄̅͝ͅe̵̛̫̦̙͇̎̄̌̍̀͒̿̑̌ ̷̢̱͎̲̙̟̟̘̭͈̺͍̐̅͗͂̈̉́̏d̶̡̛͍̬̘̘͈̝͖̳̽̉̀͑͗̏o̴̡͍̔͂̔̇̂͑͑͋̎̐̂̚͘͜͠͝n̵̫͇̯̰̲̖̦̖̘̩͈̆̓̆̇̅̅̑̃̏̑̽͛̄̋͊’̶̨̯̤̗̿͐̇̆̇͒͑̐̃͝t̸͖̙̬̼̰̥̤͍̦̪͔̠͔̖̄…̸͇̠͍̟͓̪͓̗̻͎̙̌̇͜

(They begged him, looking desperate)

(Translation: Cypher… please don’t…)

They hated this, he could tell. He knew they weren’t doing good, he knew they’d probably need quite a few statements to actually get better. But he did knowww hat he’d do with - or more importantly, to - himself if they died and he hadn’t done everything he could.

he was torn. He wanted to try to help. He had one more story, but he didn’t want to make them sad. He saw the look in their eyes.

He wiped a tear off his cheek, sparing himself no gentleness. His nails left red scratches among bruises and cuts. “okay. I’m sorry.” He murmured.

(They hugged him once again, gently and comforting. They Knew his dilemma. Above all the chaos that filled their head, that’s what stuck out the most. They hated that he felt that way, but they Knew there wasn’t an alternative. They, right now, had to focus on protecting him. And the others. Obviously them as well. How could they forget them?)

<< he let out a sound akin to a breathless whimper, burying his face in their shoulder. They were too gentle with him. He was not fragile. His thoughts were cut short by a stoning, burning pain from one of his wounds… maybe he was a little fragile right now. >>

“Compel me,” he offered after a long while of silence, “I- I know you need fear.” He took a deep breath. “And mine is… too buried for me to tell you.”

(Eilir simply shook their head)

Í̵͇̮̰͈̌͛̓̐̒̓͝͝’̵̢̳̞̖̭͚͔̟̟̙͍̀̈́͒͒͐̍̎̓̐̽͗͝͝m̴̢̛̛̠̲͔̱̠͙̜͉̭̗̺̿̓̀͋͛̾͋͐͒͘͠ ̶̧͇̯̲̪͕͔̠̰̤̯̺̣̪̿̆̈́̑̍̒̄̓̀ͅn̴̨̬̰͂̍̈͛̈̀̉͌̃͊̈́̄̾̊͝o̷̱͚͇̲͔̺̔̔́̇͒̄̓̀͘t̵̡͔͉̠͉͖͇͓͇̼̭̍̀͋̿̉̇̍͗̑̆̊ͅ ̶̨̗̦̜̖̙̥͕̩͖͈̋̈́́̈́̈̆͂̉̒̎̔͌͘͜͝h̸͖̩́͒̃̆̂̔́̆ụ̵͈̻̙̝̤͍͎̬̟͚̦̊͆̄̔̄̃̀̈́̊͘̚r̴͚̀̑͘t̵̛͚̫̱͖͆̋͑̓̇͆̾̀́͠͠i̴̛̘͕̤̞̼̽͗̐̋͐̍̍̋̉͛͒͊ņ̴̨̤͚̠̳̪̪̹̳̹͔̒̇͊͐͆̆͠ǧ̸̢̛̛̭͚̙̘̦͍̀̋̃̈́̐͌͌̈́͂͝ ̶̫̦͉̬̗͓̠͔̭̔̏̄̾͛͑́͒̋̀̕͝ý̴͎̱̭̣̥̰͔̖̱̤̠̺̤͎̍͜ȯ̸̧̢̬̥̻̣̤̗̩͔̱̙̖̑̎͂̽̂̂́͐́͑̇̕͠͝ͅü̷̧̨̗̞̼̣͇̖̜̥͕̈́̿̾̉ ̸̺̹̾͗̀̒̃̀̍͛͘ṃ̷̧̪͙͙͕̻̠̂̐͑͑̌̀͋̓͂͗̚͜o̴̧̘̫̣̻͈̖̣̐͗̓̋̈́̍̂̐̚̚̚r̷̢̢̬͙̯̟͉͙̱̜͚̭͔͎͌̓̌̉̔̓ȩ̴̣̝̞̗̟̠̮̙͎́͂͋͑̾͊͆̌͜͜…̷̡̧̖̟̯̻̩̘͚̼͒͑͆̒̆͝

(Translation: I’m not hurting you more…)

“Eilir..” he said, voice concerned. “Eilir please- i- you Compel me or not, I’m telling you. You-“ he cut off. “You can’t die.”

he buried his head in their shoulder. “I.. I kinda like you, okay? So please, please don’t go. Let me help.” He admitted, holding them close.

N̴̬̟̠̳̫̠̬̞͛̊̆͛͋̀͝ó̷̭̪͗̇,̶̦̮͈͎̪̘̖̫̩̱̻̝̻͘ͅ ̷̛̦̥͕̘͍̄̏̾̈́̚C̸̬̹̲̰͚͇̠̱̬͈̞̗̬͒͌̆͑̀̏̚͜͜ÿ̷̧̡̤̜̥̼̭́̑́p̶̢͔̹̩̞̣̲̟͚̠͚͌̀͆̒͒͘͜h̶̢͚͚̗̟̘̳͖̜͎̏̔́̋͊̅̽̊̅̓͐͜ȩ̵̮͚͉̩̻͍̓͂̈́́̈́̕͝r̶̺̠̥͚̭͊̿̑̈́̋̎͐̄̅͌͒̿͐-̴̡̣̝̦̟̬̹̺̬͉͔̀͑́͌͆͋̚͝ ̴͕̝̗͖͖̠͔̲͋̓͑͐̔̅͋̒̎̈́ ̴̨̨͍̫̮̗͖̭̝͗̇̿̈̉̑͂̕͜ͅ(cough) I̷̤̣̦̝̖͆̾͒͌̇̆̄͊̒͐ͅ…̵̢̧̞͎̳͈̞̻̬̬̫̣̺̄ ̸̢͎̬̖̆̒I̶̲͔͌̆̍ ̷̨̡̰̞̳͍̩͉̹̱͉̭͆̐̈́̓͂̓̂͑͜͠͝ẉ̶̢̞̱͓̻̘̥̹̯͇̋́̎̏̓̀̓̈́o̸̫̳̮̿̾̔̉̕͝n̶̤̔̽͛̈́’̷̧͔̤̫̳̣͎̻̦͎̣̠̓̇̽̉̌̈̈́̅͌̂̊͘͝ţ̶̧̪̱̥̩̤͎̤̄͛̑̃̔ͅ ̶̨̡̨̢̨̗̭̯̗̲̦̲͙̀̎

(Translation: No, Cypher- I… I won’t)

He sighed heavily, his breaths as shaky as his hands. He shook his head.

“fine. Fine. But if I see you… fading, or whatever, I’m telling you everything.” Cypher said, raising his head, his gaze determined. “Agreed?”

(they gave him an exhausted pleading look that turned resigned. They Knew he would be willing to do anything for them. They’d be willing to do anything for him. They hated that they would need to feed on his fear just to survive)

He smiled, nodded, and gently rested his chin on Eilir’s shoulder.

“yeah. Okay. Compel me whenever, I promise I’ll be fine. It won’t hurt me too bad. And besides, you should know better than anyone that it hurts more to bury it.” He murmured, nuzzling into their shoulder to rest. He wanted to sleep. He felt himself slipping, assuming it was fatigue and not blood loss. The wounds all over him seemed to have been forgotten.

(They gave him a small, fatigued smile. They wanted nothing more in the world than to cuddle up with him on the sofa and… just rest. Not roam around doing whatever nonsense this is or working… they actually wanted to pause and take a break. They thought that they needed to keep living off stress, but now? Now they just wanted it to stop. They were exhausted. They wanted Cypher to be safe. And Jon and Tim. And Agnes, of course. They wanted everyone to be safe. Their exhaustion quickly turned into anger towards to entity as they saw the full extent of the damage it had done. They would put an end to this. They gave Cypher an apologetic look before forcing themself to their feet to face the entity who had just noticed the group? They braced themself)

“Shit-“ cypher managed, stumbling and collapsing to his hands and knees when Eilir moved away. He coughed, quickly covering up the blood he coughed up. “Eilir no-“

he tried to get up with them, but he was overcome with dizziness and he collapsed back down.

“Eilir-! Don’t. Please-“

Ç̸̊ỷ̸̨̡̛̲͂p̴̖̽͌h̵̫̣̄́̀ë̷̼̬́̿͠r̴̻̘̾͠͝!̵̰̄̅ ̴̣͗̓P̷̞͑̑l̷̫̯̙̅̏̀ḛ̴̪͌̎͌͜a̵͔͔͗s̶̢̧̖̈̽̋ȩ̸̯͂͋…̸͙̬̐ ̷͖̥͛̚s̴͔̦̀t̵̼̙́̅a̸̺̘͌͗̋y̸͔̳̾ ̵̧̦͖͒b̸̯̪̂e̸̞̐͑̓h̸̢͑͋̌i̴̧̟̙̋̃́n̷̥̼̣̆̉d̷̜̹̻̋̓̍ ̶̢̟͕̋̒͠ḿ̵͔ẻ̶̢̂̂ ̸̼̒ ̵̥͎̇͆A̷̓͒̍͜n̸̟͈͌̔d̴͔̩̅…̷̢̝͕͋ ̶̞͊Ì̴͇̙̊’̷̈͜m̸̥̠̋ ̸̩̱̓s̷͕͑̆͗o̵̼͂̄͘r̴̼̰̩̓r̸͕̲͊̋͠y̸̯̌̈́̔ ̶̳͐

(At first they went to go back to him, but they Knew the entity was getting closer and would not hesitate)

(Translation:

Cypher! Please… stay behind me And… I’m sorry)

”no..” he managed, his voice a breathless plea. He reached out towards them, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t get up, everything hurt so, so very badly.

“Eilir.. please… please at least stay safe.” Cypher said, running a hand through his hair, stressed.

(@noidentitycomputer

noidentitycomputer

*The entity watched the interaction unfold as it stalked closer. Its smile appeared to somehow grow. It wanted to pounce, to attack now but wanted to wait for a better opportunity.*

(( idk if it’s alright to make it attack anyone / ooc ))

(Eilir allowed the static the surround them, almost overwhelming them. It numbed the pain ever so slightly. They couldn’t See. A fog reminiscent of static filled their mind. They were vaguely aware of the glitching monstrosity they had become, and a faint voice in the back of their mind feared that they may be too far gone and that because of this, they had suffered a great loss. Someone… close, important to them. Why can’t they remember?)

<< Cypher had been hit by that blasted computer whilst trying to fight for Eilir. His blades had done nothing, and his prized weapons had fallen into the Void. He laid there, making feeble attempt to move his battered, bloodied and bruised body every now and then. Every time he failed. He prayed Eilir would make it out of there alright. He wasn’t sure how he could be of much help. Dizziness hit him every time he got even close to sitting up again. >>

(Though the static was virtually overwhelming them, it hadn’t fully claimed them. A small part of them held on, clinging to the idea of that someone who could lose them, who they could lose. It hurt. The static grew and it hurt. Every instinct begged them to let it take over, to let the Eye claim them)

<< he knew Eilir was suffering. He could tell, like a sixth sense. He groaned, ignoring the fight that was basically background noise to his ringing ears. He managed to sit up, though dizziness almost made him fall back down. On his hands and knees, he crawled over to the edge of the void. He couldn’t see Eilir, but he knew they were there. >>

“Eilir..?” He croaked, trying to shout as loudly as he could. Just in case they could hear him.

(They heard… something. Something very familiar. What… what was it? It sounded so close… like they could reach up and touch it. But their body—was it even a body at this point?—hurt. Everything hurt. The static… there was so much, too much. It sounded like it was mixed with hundreds of different voices saying something all at once, though they couldn’t make it out. That one voice, calling out that familiar word rang out among all of them. Maybe, just maybe, if they could reach up and touch it…)

<< suddenly Cypher felt a hand grab his own. He almost let go, startling and letting out a pained yelp. How deep was the void? Did it even have a depth? He pulled, but it burned his wounds and strained his body. He continued, however, and soon he had Eilir out of the Void. His eyes widened and he quickly pounced onto them, hugging them tight. >>

“Dear gods Eilir I thought I lost you…”

(they blinked deliriously. Their entire body still throbbed. The sudden weight of Knowledge that was momentarily cut off from them came crashing down at once upon them emerging from the void. They started to cry. Whoever held them, they felt so familiar, they felt safe. In the background they were aware of everything else going on; Jon laying bloodied and broken in the grass, Tim seeming… off, the entity. They tried to call out to both to see if they were ok)

Ț̶̍͑͛-̸̘̂͑̕T̸̟͇̀̉́i̴̞̦̩͇̺͊͊͊̅͘m̵̻̉?̸̧̛̗͚̹̩̒ ̸̹̖̼̓̃̔̚J̸͙̠͛̃…̵͓̞͌͆ ̷̭͎̩̭͓̈̂̆̔̉o̵͔̣͚̓̾̓̚͝ń̵͖͕̈́?̶̦̉̚͠ ̴̧͂̇̏͑I̶͓͒̀̌̈s̷̛͉̞͇̮̈́̒̀͌ ̸̥̃͋̏ë̸̜̍͛̌̚ͅv̵̪̍̎é̵̤̣̀̋̏͆r̶͍̈́͋͐ÿ̶̲̩͇̟́o̸̘̱̊n̵̨̫̈́̃̋ẻ̵̞ ̷̗͙̘̂̇̀̔́ͅa̶̟̪̯͙͖̕l̶̢͙̭͊̒̍͛̊͜ř̵̭̍́̋ỉ̸̤͙͒̈́̑͂g̶̛̲̜̝͙̐̓h̷͍̮̋̑͝t̵͇̜̣̖̆̾?̷͔̙͎̒͜ ̶̮̟̾̔̀O̷͕̙͍̫̓͐̽-̶̛̬͙̰̓̉̐̎o̸̼̫͙̽͗h̵̦͓͚̕ͅ,̴̘̉ ̸͓͊̐̌͠Ċ̶̭̟͔͛̓-̴̝̼͗͛C̶̲̲͈͋͒̋̉y̸̟̞̩͗́̈́͝p̴̨̜͔̋̊̋̾͒h̵̞̝͎̳̮͆ė̴̛͇͔̤̚͠ŗ̶̛̙̅̒͆̎!̸̳̝͙͛̆̌̄̍ͅ ̵̨̗̮͇̗̈́Y̶̰͌͌ỏ̶̡͓̗̭͕̅̏͋u̷̠̝͉̯͒…̶͉̻̈̿͌͜͠

(Translation:

T-Tim? J… on? Is everyone alright? O-oh, C-Cypher! You…)

( ooc: @stokering-it, @j-s-archivist )

(Tim didnt hear Eilir. Maybe it was the overwhelming ringing still plaguing him even after the explosion or, maybe it was the clear objective.

Somehow reach Jon.

That seemed practically impossible with how much he was melting. His legs would probably give in as soon as he stood.

It didn’t matter though Tim was going to make it over to Jon.

Tim crawled over to where Jon was not even realising someone was calling his name. Tim was so focused on getting to Jon that as soon as he did he just collapsed onto Jon like a kids blanket using it to defend themselves from their monsters.)

(Eilir tries to console Jon from their spot in Cypher’s arms, but they are cut off by a bout of coughing up blood and static)

(After finally reaching Jon. Tim has a moment to collect his thoughts and, process everything that's happening.

That's when he realises that Eilir is near him and is not in a great condition AT ALL.

Tim reaches -his very much melting- hand out to Eilir to take as a sort of comfort not realising that the reason the wax could be melting so much is because it is scolding hot.)

<< cypher let out a very stereotypical Slaughter growl and swatted him away, defensive of the being in his arms. He jerked his hand back at the burning, tensing up and just… staring as the wax dripped down his hand. Not like he could do anything to stop the pain anyways. >>

(Tim put up the middle finger as a sort of retort to Cypher not really taking kindly to the rude swatting when he was trying to make a nice gesture -without realising it wasn’t so sweet but very dangerous!-)

<< he just rolled his eyes. >> “yeah, yeah, judge me all you want but you are past the boiling point, idiot.” He grumbled.

“You’re just jealous because I want to make a nice gesture to your partner! FYI I have my own partner so they are all yours!” (Tim immediately shot back)

“You are. Burning.” He said sternly. “I’m not letting you burn them!” He said as if it were the easiest thing to understand. “Do you not see that you are made of wax?? And that it’s melting??”

“I got the melting part but I didn’t mean to burn them! How am I meant to know that me melting is a sign that im literally scolding hot?!” (Tim said rushing to defend himself. I mean he is telling the truth! He didn’t mean to burn Eilir!)

<< he sighed, running a hand through his hair. He pulled Eilir closer, supporting their battered body against his own. >>

“Whatever. It’s fine, really. Just… be careful, yeah?”

“Can’t exactly be super careful when there’s a evil computer thing here but yeah I’ll try”

(Tim replied back with a bit of sass in his voice)

(Eilir managed to compose themself after a minute and immediately tried standing up, attempting to go after the computer. Instead, they practically fell on their face before taking the first step. They looked up and flared at the entity)

(@noidentitycomputer)

noidentitycomputer

(( holy shit i fell asleep i am so sorry / ooc ))

*The entity fucking cackled. God this thing was not scared at all.*

*It stalked closer to the group (?? I’m assuming Ellir is still with the others since they couldn’t of gotten far 😭), but each movement didn’t look human. That ear-to-ear grin was…God it was just uncanny (the stranger ref).*

#tma rp #tma oc #oc : datacorrupted #tma oc rp #roleplay account #tma rp blog #in character

#oc : datacorrupted #tma rp blog #tma oc rp #roleplay account #in character #tma rp #roleplay blog

holywoodelevator

Tim: Sorry for party rocking 👅👅

Danny: “SORRY FOR PARTY ROCKING”?! TIM U BLEW URSELF UP AND NOW UR LITERAL WAX.

the-real-danny-stoker

accurate

holywoodelevator

LETS GOOOO 💪💪 I'm glad I could really capture what ur guys reunion would look like if Tim is alive

the-real-danny-stoker

Tim Is Alive

denial!//ooc

holywoodelevator

Sorry to break it to u but you don't actually know that! Ur just hanging on to tiny bit of hope (and I say tiny bit bcz there's a big part of u that knows that Tim might be dead)!

I know what I'm saying very harsh but its true :)!

the-real-danny-stoker

I'm going to skin you

holywoodelevator

Sorry dawg u can't actually do that :3!!!

the-real-danny-stoker

wHY NOT???

holywoodelevator

Bczzzzzzzzzz……….👅👅👅

the-real-danny-stoker

April 15th, 1865.

holywoodelevator

The day I came… /j

noidentitycomputer

this is so 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂...

holywoodelevator

EVIL COMPUTER WHAT R U DOING JERE 😨

noidentitycomputer

FUCK THEYRE ONTO ME MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE

(( i’m just going to go along with this. it’s a canon part of the lore now. / ooc ))

holywoodelevator

Tim: Sorry for party rocking 👅👅

Danny: “SORRY FOR PARTY ROCKING”?! TIM U BLEW URSELF UP AND NOW UR LITERAL WAX.

the-real-danny-stoker

accurate

holywoodelevator

LETS GOOOO 💪💪 I'm glad I could really capture what ur guys reunion would look like if Tim is alive

the-real-danny-stoker

Tim Is Alive

denial!//ooc

holywoodelevator

Sorry to break it to u but you don't actually know that! Ur just hanging on to tiny bit of hope (and I say tiny bit bcz there's a big part of u that knows that Tim might be dead)!

I know what I'm saying very harsh but its true :)!

the-real-danny-stoker

I'm going to skin you

holywoodelevator

Sorry dawg u can't actually do that :3!!!

the-real-danny-stoker

wHY NOT???

holywoodelevator

Bczzzzzzzzzz……….👅👅👅

the-real-danny-stoker

April 15th, 1865.

holywoodelevator

The day I came… /j

noidentitycomputer

this is so 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂...

Tim, what do we do!?

Well I can go out there light up the explosive (obviously distracting the guy) you guys come in and get Jon the fuck out of there, easy peasy.

Ok. Y-yeah, you do that.

( @cypher-is-sane, @j-s-archivist, @of-the-lightless-flame )

Jon!

noidentitycomputer

Jon ran. You won’t find him.

.

..

…

FALL.

I̷̡̦̠͈̱̫͚̘̫͙̝͐̐͛̾̑̑͐͒̐̀̊̾̈’̴̛͙̣̻̱̼̟̫̻̼͈̜̀̉ͅḻ̶̍͆͒̄̾̈́͐̆ļ̷̧̨̱̟̹̼̪͍̪͙̼̠̓ ̸̨͔̣̯̗̪̣̟̰̟͎̏̈́͛͋̏̒̃͌́͌͗̈́̋̚F̸̺̻̳̤̥̟̺͍̭̖̺̥͈̤̈́̆̒̒͒̉̈́̌̆̕ȋ̷̤̪͔̱͍̼̟͔͓͔͚͂̏̓́̋̽̃̅̃͂̕͘̚͝n̴͉͕̒̇͘ḑ̵̥̤͈̩̙̘͇̗̈͂͆̆́͒͛ͅ ̸̝̮̥̎͆̋̐̈́̀̌̋̑͠͝͝h̶̛̭͉̞͍͈̦̝̼͂͆̈́ì̴̧̩̮̱̞͈̭̝̿̌̀͗͑̌͂̉̂͑͝m̵̡͔̥̯͍̆͝…̸̧̨̜͓͍͇̥͊͒̀͝

" Do you want me to kill the creepy computer ? "

We need to find Jon. Now.

" O-oh. Okay. "

(Tim just looks between the two.)

Usually, I would comment on whatever the fuck this is but I have a computer to distract so I'm gonna go do that…

(Tim then starts to walk over to the computer and starts doing various things to get its attention to him )

Yes, please get its attention.

(they start sprinting off in the direction that Jon ran)

( @j-s-archivist )

*Jon was stopped at what seemed to be…just a devoid of…anything. He was standing there in shock, horrified. They were in for some reeeaaal shit.*

“Why did you come here? Why couldn’t you have just left me? Now everyone is stuck here! This thing is…it’s…it’s…it’s too powerful! It won’t let you escape. It wants you here.”

Oh gods…

Shit…

(They stood behind Jon, staring at the ground. The realisation of just how deep in shit they were hit them)

Is… is there really no way out? We came to rescue you and Oliver. Me, Tim and the others.

noidentitycomputer

You tried to distract me?!

*The thing shouted, obviously pissed.*

But I have you right where I need you. And now. You and your other little friends are trapped. Your powers won’t work now. Hope someone from the outside is powerful enough to stop you from being completely erased and destroyed from existence with no remembrance at all. I will keep living on. And on. And on. I cannot be stopped now. I have been feeding on Jon’s powers and your confusion. And since I am no longer confined in that wretched computer screen and I am a whole being now I am unstoppable. And your eye thing you tried to use on me? It didn’t work. I told you because I wanted to. I needed more power!

Ò̶͓̥̞̊́h̶̛͙̮̟̚ ̴̡̬̐͆̋f̷̹̕ṷ̶̹̺̒c̵̩̠̉͠k̵͇̭̾…̷̛̪̭ͅ

noidentitycomputer

*It stood there for a second before pushing Ellir down…whatever void there was forming around where they were. It was just…never ending.*

Now as for Tiiimmm…

IMPORTANT EDIT : OMG I FORGOT TO ADD THAT ITS NOT KILLING ANYONE

Are you done evil monologuing right now?

noidentitycomputer

…Nope!

Come on, blow a fuse. It won’t kill me. It won’t even do any damage! Show me what you’ve got…

You know what I will! I'll show you.

*Tim pulls out the dynamite he had mentioned before —dont ask from where—. Maybe this wasn't a good idea AT ALL. Maybe Tim was risking his life just for the off chance that some fear thing would take him under his wing, maybe that promise he made to Danny about being okay was a lie.*

*Before Tim could let himself think another thing he was lighting up the dynamite and hurling it at the computer.*

dyenimite it surprisingly easy to get in central London!

BOOM!

“TIM!”

*Jon had barely seen Tim lighting the dynamite and tried to rush over and stop Tim but…it was too late. The dynamite had already exploded and Tim was far too close to it. Sure, Tim was an avatar of the desolation…maybe…but…*

*…Next thing he knew after regaining his bearings, he was on the ground, ears ringing, just laying there. He felt like he couldn’t move.*

(Jon notices a small black spider scurrying towards him. It stops in front of his face and waves its arms, signaling for Jon to follow it)

( Cypher had stopped his rampage to dodge the explosion, but noticed Jon just... Laying there. Perfectly still. He lightly waves the spider away before helping Jon up and carrying his weight. )

(ooc: @j-s-archivist )

(the spider secretly climbs onto Cypher’s back, making its way over near Jon before perching itself on Cypher’s shoulder)

(he shudders, glaring over his shoulder at it. He hates spiders, but he cant exactly swipe it off of himself without annoying the web or, well, dropping Jon.)

(it sits, waiting)

( @noidentitycomputer )

noidentitycomputer

*…The thing came out pretty unscathed but the dynamite did at least SOMETHING to weaken it. It was angry but that wasn’t going to let it stop it.*

*It attacked Cypher and snatched Jon up and straight up broke both of his legs.*

Do anything stupid again and I will actually kill off the archivist.

(The spider scurries over to the entity, waving its arms angrily. It was adorable to watch. Almost out of nowhere, a mass of hundreds of thousands of spiders come to the first spider’s aid. Together, they clambered over each other until the form they made resembled a humanoid figure)

Like I said. I need the Archivist for a… special project of mine and I can’t have you taking him…

(every single spider spoke in unison. It sounded dreadful and was extremely high pitched and screeching)

noidentitycomputer

Well I do too. And you’re in my world. Treading on my territory isn’t smart…

*It said, giving another spine chilling cackle. It stared down at the spiders that took form of a human, unphased.*

Ah, you forget! You’re actually encroaching on my territory by bringing this technological madhouse here. My darling spiders are quite capable of handling themselves as well, even if it’s on ‘your’ territory. Now, I kindly suggest that you release the Archivist or face the consequences that the Mother will give. And she does not play fair…

(The spiders continued to scurry and scuttle around the humanoid being)

michael-the-spiral

{ his door opens from nowhere. Was it always there..? Maybe… }

“ why hello- oh. Oh dear. “ { it frowns }

Ah, Michael! What a pleaser to see you here.

(The humanoid mass of spiders turns its head towards the Distortion)

( @noidentitycomputer )

noidentitycomputer

.

LEAVE.

*The thing shouted, not really giving Michael much of a choice before pushing him back through the door to send him to wherever he came from.*

(( noo i wasn’t actually turning michael into a cat the video was just for the funnies… ok but im sending him out because 6 people are required for the outside on what i have planned. / ooc ))

Tim, what do we do!?

Well I can go out there light up the explosive (obviously distracting the guy) you guys come in and get Jon the fuck out of there, easy peasy.

Ok. Y-yeah, you do that.

( @cypher-is-sane, @j-s-archivist, @of-the-lightless-flame )

Jon!

noidentitycomputer

Jon ran. You won’t find him.

.

..

…

FALL.

I̷̡̦̠͈̱̫͚̘̫͙̝͐̐͛̾̑̑͐͒̐̀̊̾̈’̴̛͙̣̻̱̼̟̫̻̼͈̜̀̉ͅḻ̶̍͆͒̄̾̈́͐̆ļ̷̧̨̱̟̹̼̪͍̪͙̼̠̓ ̸̨͔̣̯̗̪̣̟̰̟͎̏̈́͛͋̏̒̃͌́͌͗̈́̋̚F̸̺̻̳̤̥̟̺͍̭̖̺̥͈̤̈́̆̒̒͒̉̈́̌̆̕ȋ̷̤̪͔̱͍̼̟͔͓͔͚͂̏̓́̋̽̃̅̃͂̕͘̚͝n̴͉͕̒̇͘ḑ̵̥̤͈̩̙̘͇̗̈͂͆̆́͒͛ͅ ̸̝̮̥̎͆̋̐̈́̀̌̋̑͠͝͝h̶̛̭͉̞͍͈̦̝̼͂͆̈́ì̴̧̩̮̱̞͈̭̝̿̌̀͗͑̌͂̉̂͑͝m̵̡͔̥̯͍̆͝…̸̧̨̜͓͍͇̥͊͒̀͝

" Do you want me to kill the creepy computer ? "

We need to find Jon. Now.

" O-oh. Okay. "

(Tim just looks between the two.)

Usually, I would comment on whatever the fuck this is but I have a computer to distract so I'm gonna go do that…

(Tim then starts to walk over to the computer and starts doing various things to get its attention to him )

Yes, please get its attention.

(they start sprinting off in the direction that Jon ran)

( @j-s-archivist )

*Jon was stopped at what seemed to be…just a devoid of…anything. He was standing there in shock, horrified. They were in for some reeeaaal shit.*

“Why did you come here? Why couldn’t you have just left me? Now everyone is stuck here! This thing is…it’s…it’s…it’s too powerful! It won’t let you escape. It wants you here.”

Oh gods…

Shit…

(They stood behind Jon, staring at the ground. The realisation of just how deep in shit they were hit them)

Is… is there really no way out? We came to rescue you and Oliver. Me, Tim and the others.

noidentitycomputer

You tried to distract me?!

*The thing shouted, obviously pissed.*

But I have you right where I need you. And now. You and your other little friends are trapped. Your powers won’t work now. Hope someone from the outside is powerful enough to stop you from being completely erased and destroyed from existence with no remembrance at all. I will keep living on. And on. And on. I cannot be stopped now. I have been feeding on Jon’s powers and your confusion. And since I am no longer confined in that wretched computer screen and I am a whole being now I am unstoppable. And your eye thing you tried to use on me? It didn’t work. I told you because I wanted to. I needed more power!

Ò̶͓̥̞̊́h̶̛͙̮̟̚ ̴̡̬̐͆̋f̷̹̕ṷ̶̹̺̒c̵̩̠̉͠k̵͇̭̾…̷̛̪̭ͅ

noidentitycomputer

*It stood there for a second before pushing Ellir down…whatever void there was forming around where they were. It was just…never ending.*

Now as for Tiiimmm…

IMPORTANT EDIT : OMG I FORGOT TO ADD THAT ITS NOT KILLING ANYONE

Are you done evil monologuing right now?

noidentitycomputer

…Nope!

Come on, blow a fuse. It won’t kill me. It won’t even do any damage! Show me what you’ve got…

You know what I will! I'll show you.

*Tim pulls out the dynamite he had mentioned before —dont ask from where—. Maybe this wasn't a good idea AT ALL. Maybe Tim was risking his life just for the off chance that some fear thing would take him under his wing, maybe that promise he made to Danny about being okay was a lie.*

*Before Tim could let himself think another thing he was lighting up the dynamite and hurling it at the computer.*

dyenimite it surprisingly easy to get in central London!

BOOM!

“TIM!”

*Jon had barely seen Tim lighting the dynamite and tried to rush over and stop Tim but…it was too late. The dynamite had already exploded and Tim was far too close to it. Sure, Tim was an avatar of the desolation…maybe…but…*

*…Next thing he knew after regaining his bearings, he was on the ground, ears ringing, just laying there. He felt like he couldn’t move.*

(Jon notices a small black spider scurrying towards him. It stops in front of his face and waves its arms, signaling for Jon to follow it)

( Cypher had stopped his rampage to dodge the explosion, but noticed Jon just... Laying there. Perfectly still. He lightly waves the spider away before helping Jon up and carrying his weight. )

(ooc: @j-s-archivist )

(the spider secretly climbs onto Cypher’s back, making its way over near Jon before perching itself on Cypher’s shoulder)

(he shudders, glaring over his shoulder at it. He hates spiders, but he cant exactly swipe it off of himself without annoying the web or, well, dropping Jon.)

(it sits, waiting)

( @noidentitycomputer )

noidentitycomputer

*…The thing came out pretty unscathed but the dynamite did at least SOMETHING to weaken it. It was angry but that wasn’t going to let it stop it.*

*It attacked Cypher and snatched Jon up and straight up broke both of his legs.*

Do anything stupid again and I will actually kill off the archivist.

(The spider scurries over to the entity, waving its arms angrily. It was adorable to watch. Almost out of nowhere, a mass of hundreds of thousands of spiders come to the first spider’s aid. Together, they clambered over each other until the form they made resembled a humanoid figure)

Like I said. I need the Archivist for a… special project of mine and I can’t have you taking him…

(every single spider spoke in unison. It sounded dreadful and was extremely high pitched and screeching)

noidentitycomputer

Well I do too. And you’re in my world. Treading on my territory isn’t smart…

*It said, giving another spine chilling cackle. It stared down at the spiders that took form of a human, unphased.*

Tim, what do we do!?

Well I can go out there light up the explosive (obviously distracting the guy) you guys come in and get Jon the fuck out of there, easy peasy.

Ok. Y-yeah, you do that.

( @cypher-is-sane, @j-s-archivist, @of-the-lightless-flame )

Jon!

noidentitycomputer

Jon ran. You won’t find him.

.

..

…

FALL.

I̷̡̦̠͈̱̫͚̘̫͙̝͐̐͛̾̑̑͐͒̐̀̊̾̈’̴̛͙̣̻̱̼̟̫̻̼͈̜̀̉ͅḻ̶̍͆͒̄̾̈́͐̆ļ̷̧̨̱̟̹̼̪͍̪͙̼̠̓ ̸̨͔̣̯̗̪̣̟̰̟͎̏̈́͛͋̏̒̃͌́͌͗̈́̋̚F̸̺̻̳̤̥̟̺͍̭̖̺̥͈̤̈́̆̒̒͒̉̈́̌̆̕ȋ̷̤̪͔̱͍̼̟͔͓͔͚͂̏̓́̋̽̃̅̃͂̕͘̚͝n̴͉͕̒̇͘ḑ̵̥̤͈̩̙̘͇̗̈͂͆̆́͒͛ͅ ̸̝̮̥̎͆̋̐̈́̀̌̋̑͠͝͝h̶̛̭͉̞͍͈̦̝̼͂͆̈́ì̴̧̩̮̱̞͈̭̝̿̌̀͗͑̌͂̉̂͑͝m̵̡͔̥̯͍̆͝…̸̧̨̜͓͍͇̥͊͒̀͝

" Do you want me to kill the creepy computer ? "

We need to find Jon. Now.

" O-oh. Okay. "

(Tim just looks between the two.)

Usually, I would comment on whatever the fuck this is but I have a computer to distract so I'm gonna go do that…

(Tim then starts to walk over to the computer and starts doing various things to get its attention to him )

Yes, please get its attention.

(they start sprinting off in the direction that Jon ran)

( @j-s-archivist )

*Jon was stopped at what seemed to be…just a devoid of…anything. He was standing there in shock, horrified. They were in for some reeeaaal shit.*

“Why did you come here? Why couldn’t you have just left me? Now everyone is stuck here! This thing is…it’s…it’s…it’s too powerful! It won’t let you escape. It wants you here.”

Oh gods…

Shit…

(They stood behind Jon, staring at the ground. The realisation of just how deep in shit they were hit them)

Is… is there really no way out? We came to rescue you and Oliver. Me, Tim and the others.

noidentitycomputer

You tried to distract me?!

*The thing shouted, obviously pissed.*

But I have you right where I need you. And now. You and your other little friends are trapped. Your powers won’t work now. Hope someone from the outside is powerful enough to stop you from being completely erased and destroyed from existence with no remembrance at all. I will keep living on. And on. And on. I cannot be stopped now. I have been feeding on Jon’s powers and your confusion. And since I am no longer confined in that wretched computer screen and I am a whole being now I am unstoppable. And your eye thing you tried to use on me? It didn’t work. I told you because I wanted to. I needed more power!

Ò̶͓̥̞̊́h̶̛͙̮̟̚ ̴̡̬̐͆̋f̷̹̕ṷ̶̹̺̒c̵̩̠̉͠k̵͇̭̾…̷̛̪̭ͅ

noidentitycomputer

*It stood there for a second before pushing Ellir down…whatever void there was forming around where they were. It was just…never ending.*

Now as for Tiiimmm…

IMPORTANT EDIT : OMG I FORGOT TO ADD THAT ITS NOT KILLING ANYONE

Are you done evil monologuing right now?

noidentitycomputer

…Nope!

Come on, blow a fuse. It won’t kill me. It won’t even do any damage! Show me what you’ve got…

You know what I will! I'll show you.

*Tim pulls out the dynamite he had mentioned before —dont ask from where—. Maybe this wasn't a good idea AT ALL. Maybe Tim was risking his life just for the off chance that some fear thing would take him under his wing, maybe that promise he made to Danny about being okay was a lie.*

*Before Tim could let himself think another thing he was lighting up the dynamite and hurling it at the computer.*

dyenimite it surprisingly easy to get in central London!

BOOM!

“TIM!”

*Jon had barely seen Tim lighting the dynamite and tried to rush over and stop Tim but…it was too late. The dynamite had already exploded and Tim was far too close to it. Sure, Tim was an avatar of the desolation…maybe…but…*

*…Next thing he knew after regaining his bearings, he was on the ground, ears ringing, just laying there. He felt like he couldn’t move.*

(Jon notices a small black spider scurrying towards him. It stops in front of his face and waves its arms, signaling for Jon to follow it)

( Cypher had stopped his rampage to dodge the explosion, but noticed Jon just... Laying there. Perfectly still. He lightly waves the spider away before helping Jon up and carrying his weight. )

(ooc: @j-s-archivist )

(the spider secretly climbs onto Cypher’s back, making its way over near Jon before perching itself on Cypher’s shoulder)

(he shudders, glaring over his shoulder at it. He hates spiders, but he cant exactly swipe it off of himself without annoying the web or, well, dropping Jon.)

(it sits, waiting)

( @noidentitycomputer )

noidentitycomputer

*…The thing came out pretty unscathed but the dynamite did at least SOMETHING to weaken it. It was angry but that wasn’t going to let it stop it.*

*It attacked Cypher and snatched Jon up and straight up broke both of his legs.*

Do anything stupid again and I will actually kill off the archivist.

#in character #roleplay account #tma oc rp #oc : datacorrupted

Tim, what do we do!?

Well I can go out there light up the explosive (obviously distracting the guy) you guys come in and get Jon the fuck out of there, easy peasy.

Ok. Y-yeah, you do that.

( @cypher-is-sane, @j-s-archivist, @of-the-lightless-flame )

Jon!

noidentitycomputer

Jon ran. You won’t find him.

.

..

…

FALL.

I̷̡̦̠͈̱̫͚̘̫͙̝͐̐͛̾̑̑͐͒̐̀̊̾̈’̴̛͙̣̻̱̼̟̫̻̼͈̜̀̉ͅḻ̶̍͆͒̄̾̈́͐̆ļ̷̧̨̱̟̹̼̪͍̪͙̼̠̓ ̸̨͔̣̯̗̪̣̟̰̟͎̏̈́͛͋̏̒̃͌́͌͗̈́̋̚F̸̺̻̳̤̥̟̺͍̭̖̺̥͈̤̈́̆̒̒͒̉̈́̌̆̕ȋ̷̤̪͔̱͍̼̟͔͓͔͚͂̏̓́̋̽̃̅̃͂̕͘̚͝n̴͉͕̒̇͘ḑ̵̥̤͈̩̙̘͇̗̈͂͆̆́͒͛ͅ ̸̝̮̥̎͆̋̐̈́̀̌̋̑͠͝͝h̶̛̭͉̞͍͈̦̝̼͂͆̈́ì̴̧̩̮̱̞͈̭̝̿̌̀͗͑̌͂̉̂͑͝m̵̡͔̥̯͍̆͝…̸̧̨̜͓͍͇̥͊͒̀͝

" Do you want me to kill the creepy computer ? "

We need to find Jon. Now.

" O-oh. Okay. "

(Tim just looks between the two.)

Usually, I would comment on whatever the fuck this is but I have a computer to distract so I'm gonna go do that…

(Tim then starts to walk over to the computer and starts doing various things to get its attention to him )

Yes, please get its attention.

(they start sprinting off in the direction that Jon ran)

( @j-s-archivist )

*Jon was stopped at what seemed to be…just a devoid of…anything. He was standing there in shock, horrified. They were in for some reeeaaal shit.*

“Why did you come here? Why couldn’t you have just left me? Now everyone is stuck here! This thing is…it’s…it’s…it’s too powerful! It won’t let you escape. It wants you here.”

Oh gods…

Shit…

(They stood behind Jon, staring at the ground. The realisation of just how deep in shit they were hit them)

Is… is there really no way out? We came to rescue you and Oliver. Me, Tim and the others.

noidentitycomputer

You tried to distract me?!

*The thing shouted, obviously pissed.*

But I have you right where I need you. And now. You and your other little friends are trapped. Your powers won’t work now. Hope someone from the outside is powerful enough to stop you from being completely erased and destroyed from existence with no remembrance at all. I will keep living on. And on. And on. I cannot be stopped now. I have been feeding on Jon’s powers and your confusion. And since I am no longer confined in that wretched computer screen and I am a whole being now I am unstoppable. And your eye thing you tried to use on me? It didn’t work. I told you because I wanted to. I needed more power!

Ò̶͓̥̞̊́h̶̛͙̮̟̚ ̴̡̬̐͆̋f̷̹̕ṷ̶̹̺̒c̵̩̠̉͠k̵͇̭̾…̷̛̪̭ͅ

noidentitycomputer

*It stood there for a second before pushing Ellir down…whatever void there was forming around where they were. It was just…never ending.*

Now as for Tiiimmm…

IMPORTANT EDIT : OMG I FORGOT TO ADD THAT ITS NOT KILLING ANYONE

Are you done evil monologuing right now?

noidentitycomputer

…Nope!

Come on, blow a fuse. It won’t kill me. It won’t even do any damage! Show me what you’ve got…

That won’t do, now will it…

noidentitycomputer

Ooh another guest…Skilled manipulator…Spider…Last I checked…you were…

*It said, putting a clawed hand over Annabelle’s shoulder before spiking her like it did Oliver.*

Prey.

Now…If you don’t mind me…I was in the middle of something.

*…Since it technically digitalized this part of wherever it was it had full control over the environment and the people within but didn’t want to control the people. It sent Annabelle back to reality, healing her immediately since it wasn’t her it was interested with.*

Tim, what do we do!?

Well I can go out there light up the explosive (obviously distracting the guy) you guys come in and get Jon the fuck out of there, easy peasy.

Ok. Y-yeah, you do that.

( @cypher-is-sane, @j-s-archivist, @of-the-lightless-flame )

Jon!

noidentitycomputer

Jon ran. You won’t find him.

.

..

…

FALL.

I̷̡̦̠͈̱̫͚̘̫͙̝͐̐͛̾̑̑͐͒̐̀̊̾̈’̴̛͙̣̻̱̼̟̫̻̼͈̜̀̉ͅḻ̶̍͆͒̄̾̈́͐̆ļ̷̧̨̱̟̹̼̪͍̪͙̼̠̓ ̸̨͔̣̯̗̪̣̟̰̟͎̏̈́͛͋̏̒̃͌́͌͗̈́̋̚F̸̺̻̳̤̥̟̺͍̭̖̺̥͈̤̈́̆̒̒͒̉̈́̌̆̕ȋ̷̤̪͔̱͍̼̟͔͓͔͚͂̏̓́̋̽̃̅̃͂̕͘̚͝n̴͉͕̒̇͘ḑ̵̥̤͈̩̙̘͇̗̈͂͆̆́͒͛ͅ ̸̝̮̥̎͆̋̐̈́̀̌̋̑͠͝͝h̶̛̭͉̞͍͈̦̝̼͂͆̈́ì̴̧̩̮̱̞͈̭̝̿̌̀͗͑̌͂̉̂͑͝m̵̡͔̥̯͍̆͝…̸̧̨̜͓͍͇̥͊͒̀͝

" Do you want me to kill the creepy computer ? "

We need to find Jon. Now.

" O-oh. Okay. "

(Tim just looks between the two.)

Usually, I would comment on whatever the fuck this is but I have a computer to distract so I'm gonna go do that…

(Tim then starts to walk over to the computer and starts doing various things to get its attention to him )

Yes, please get its attention.

(they start sprinting off in the direction that Jon ran)

( @j-s-archivist )

*Jon was stopped at what seemed to be…just a devoid of…anything. He was standing there in shock, horrified. They were in for some reeeaaal shit.*

“Why did you come here? Why couldn’t you have just left me? Now everyone is stuck here! This thing is…it’s…it’s…it’s too powerful! It won’t let you escape. It wants you here.”

Oh gods…

Shit…

(They stood behind Jon, staring at the ground. The realisation of just how deep in shit they were hit them)

Is… is there really no way out? We came to rescue you and Oliver. Me, Tim and the others.

noidentitycomputer

You tried to distract me?!

*The thing shouted, obviously pissed.*

But I have you right where I need you. And now. You and your other little friends are trapped. Your powers won’t work now. Hope someone from the outside is powerful enough to stop you from being completely erased and destroyed from existence with no remembrance at all. I will keep living on. And on. And on. I cannot be stopped now. I have been feeding on Jon’s powers and your confusion. And since I am no longer confined in that wretched computer screen and I am a whole being now I am unstoppable. And your eye thing you tried to use on me? It didn’t work. I told you because I wanted to. I needed more power!

Ò̶͓̥̞̊́h̶̛͙̮̟̚ ̴̡̬̐͆̋f̷̹̕ṷ̶̹̺̒c̵̩̠̉͠k̵͇̭̾…̷̛̪̭ͅ

noidentitycomputer

*It stood there for a second before pushing Ellir down…whatever void there was forming around where they were. It was just…never ending.*

Now as for Tiiimmm…

IMPORTANT EDIT : OMG I FORGOT TO ADD THAT ITS NOT KILLING ANYONE

Ą̴̥͔̫̻̦͆̂ḧ̵̛̲̗̼̞͉̦́̇̽͑-̷̛̩̏̃̌͐̾Å̶̧̰̜̈̿́͝H̷̜̠̊̍͊Ĥ̸̗̖̭̣̳͘̚ͅH̷̳̓̔͊͗͌͐H̴̡̘̗̞̥̫͌̋͠H̴̡̱̋̎̽͒́H̷̢̱̹̓͂̒͊̌̐-̵̮͐̚

( he comes running into the scene at eilir's glitchy cry, watching them fall, and fall.. )

"... Eilir..? Oh, no no no no.." (it panics, drawing knives from hidden sheathes, blindly charging the computer-thing. He isn't sure he's able to do anything, but he'd rather go out trying.)

(ooc @noidentitycomputer )

noidentitycomputer

…Knives…Stupid.

*It gave a haunting cackle as it loomed over Cypher. It was terrifyingly tall….*

*Then it acted like Cypher had hit something just to give him a sliver of hope and confidence, just to destroy that confidence later.*

You…little…

Tim, what do we do!?

Well I can go out there light up the explosive (obviously distracting the guy) you guys come in and get Jon the fuck out of there, easy peasy.

Ok. Y-yeah, you do that.

( @cypher-is-sane, @j-s-archivist, @of-the-lightless-flame )

Jon!

noidentitycomputer

Jon ran. You won’t find him.

.

..

…

FALL.

I̷̡̦̠͈̱̫͚̘̫͙̝͐̐͛̾̑̑͐͒̐̀̊̾̈’̴̛͙̣̻̱̼̟̫̻̼͈̜̀̉ͅḻ̶̍͆͒̄̾̈́͐̆ļ̷̧̨̱̟̹̼̪͍̪͙̼̠̓ ̸̨͔̣̯̗̪̣̟̰̟͎̏̈́͛͋̏̒̃͌́͌͗̈́̋̚F̸̺̻̳̤̥̟̺͍̭̖̺̥͈̤̈́̆̒̒͒̉̈́̌̆̕ȋ̷̤̪͔̱͍̼̟͔͓͔͚͂̏̓́̋̽̃̅̃͂̕͘̚͝n̴͉͕̒̇͘ḑ̵̥̤͈̩̙̘͇̗̈͂͆̆́͒͛ͅ ̸̝̮̥̎͆̋̐̈́̀̌̋̑͠͝͝h̶̛̭͉̞͍͈̦̝̼͂͆̈́ì̴̧̩̮̱̞͈̭̝̿̌̀͗͑̌͂̉̂͑͝m̵̡͔̥̯͍̆͝…̸̧̨̜͓͍͇̥͊͒̀͝

" Do you want me to kill the creepy computer ? "

We need to find Jon. Now.

" O-oh. Okay. "

(Tim just looks between the two.)

Usually, I would comment on whatever the fuck this is but I have a computer to distract so I'm gonna go do that…

(Tim then starts to walk over to the computer and starts doing various things to get its attention to him )

Yes, please get its attention.

(they start sprinting off in the direction that Jon ran)

( @j-s-archivist )

*Jon was stopped at what seemed to be…just a devoid of…anything. He was standing there in shock, horrified. They were in for some reeeaaal shit.*

“Why did you come here? Why couldn’t you have just left me? Now everyone is stuck here! This thing is…it’s…it’s…it’s too powerful! It won’t let you escape. It wants you here.”

Oh gods…

Shit…

(They stood behind Jon, staring at the ground. The realisation of just how deep in shit they were hit them)

Is… is there really no way out? We came to rescue you and Oliver. Me, Tim and the others.

noidentitycomputer

You tried to distract me?!

*The thing shouted, obviously pissed.*

But I have you right where I need you. And now. You and your other little friends are trapped. Your powers won’t work now. Hope someone from the outside is powerful enough to stop you from being completely erased and destroyed from existence with no remembrance at all. I will keep living on. And on. And on. I cannot be stopped now. I have been feeding on Jon’s powers and your confusion. And since I am no longer confined in that wretched computer screen and I am a whole being now I am unstoppable. And your eye thing you tried to use on me? It didn’t work. I told you because I wanted to. I needed more power!

Ò̶͓̥̞̊́h̶̛͙̮̟̚ ̴̡̬̐͆̋f̷̹̕ṷ̶̹̺̒c̵̩̠̉͠k̵͇̭̾…̷̛̪̭ͅ

noidentitycomputer

*It stood there for a second before pushing Ellir down…whatever void there was forming around where they were. It was just…never ending.*

Now as for Tiiimmm…

IMPORTANT EDIT : OMG I FORGOT TO ADD THAT ITS NOT KILLING ANYONE

Are you done evil monologuing right now?

noidentitycomputer

…Nope!

Come on, blow a fuse. It won’t kill me. It won’t even do any damage! Show me what you’ve got…

#guuuyyyysss../ooc #in character

Politely let go of Jon and his associates, or I'll make you. I'd rather you just let them go, the paperwork will be such a pain if you don't.

~ Celeste

((Ooc: feel free to tell me to f off n the like.))

Hahahah. You have got to be joking! You don’t know what I am, do you?

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Tim, what do we do!?

Well I can go out there light up the explosive (obviously distracting the guy) you guys come in and get Jon the fuck out of there, easy peasy.

Ok. Y-yeah, you do that.

( @cypher-is-sane, @j-s-archivist, @of-the-lightless-flame )

Jon!

noidentitycomputer

Jon ran. You won’t find him.

.

..

…

FALL.

I̷̡̦̠͈̱̫͚̘̫͙̝͐̐͛̾̑̑͐͒̐̀̊̾̈’̴̛͙̣̻̱̼̟̫̻̼͈̜̀̉ͅḻ̶̍͆͒̄̾̈́͐̆ļ̷̧̨̱̟̹̼̪͍̪͙̼̠̓ ̸̨͔̣̯̗̪̣̟̰̟͎̏̈́͛͋̏̒̃͌́͌͗̈́̋̚F̸̺̻̳̤̥̟̺͍̭̖̺̥͈̤̈́̆̒̒͒̉̈́̌̆̕ȋ̷̤̪͔̱͍̼̟͔͓͔͚͂̏̓́̋̽̃̅̃͂̕͘̚͝n̴͉͕̒̇͘ḑ̵̥̤͈̩̙̘͇̗̈͂͆̆́͒͛ͅ ̸̝̮̥̎͆̋̐̈́̀̌̋̑͠͝͝h̶̛̭͉̞͍͈̦̝̼͂͆̈́ì̴̧̩̮̱̞͈̭̝̿̌̀͗͑̌͂̉̂͑͝m̵̡͔̥̯͍̆͝…̸̧̨̜͓͍͇̥͊͒̀͝

" Do you want me to kill the creepy computer ? "

We need to find Jon. Now.

" O-oh. Okay. "

(Tim just looks between the two.)

Usually, I would comment on whatever the fuck this is but I have a computer to distract so I'm gonna go do that…

(Tim then starts to walk over to the computer and starts doing various things to get its attention to him )

Yes, please get its attention.

(they start sprinting off in the direction that Jon ran)

( @j-s-archivist )

*Jon was stopped at what seemed to be…just a devoid of…anything. He was standing there in shock, horrified. They were in for some reeeaaal shit.*

“Why did you come here? Why couldn’t you have just left me? Now everyone is stuck here! This thing is…it’s…it’s…it’s too powerful! It won’t let you escape. It wants you here.”

Oh gods…

Shit…

(They stood behind Jon, staring at the ground. The realisation of just how deep in shit they were hit them)

Is… is there really no way out? We came to rescue you and Oliver. Me, Tim and the others.

noidentitycomputer

You tried to distract me?!

*The thing shouted, obviously pissed.*

But I have you right where I need you. And now. You and your other little friends are trapped. Your powers won’t work now. Hope someone from the outside is powerful enough to stop you from being completely erased and destroyed from existence with no remembrance at all. I will keep living on. And on. And on. I cannot be stopped now. I have been feeding on Jon’s powers and your confusion. And since I am no longer confined in that wretched computer screen and I am a whole being now I am unstoppable. And your eye thing you tried to use on me? It didn’t work. I told you because I wanted to. I needed more power!

Ò̶͓̥̞̊́h̶̛͙̮̟̚ ̴̡̬̐͆̋f̷̹̕ṷ̶̹̺̒c̵̩̠̉͠k̵͇̭̾…̷̛̪̭ͅ

noidentitycomputer

*It stood there for a second before pushing Ellir down…whatever void there was forming around where they were. It was just…never ending.*

Now as for Tiiimmm…

IMPORTANT EDIT : OMG I FORGOT TO ADD THAT ITS NOT KILLING ANYONE

#tma rp #in character

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