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[<TheCoder> has joined the game]

<TheCoder>: oh oh the og code it is good to be back!!!

<TheCoder>: how ya holding up liam? good? cant say the same about everyone else lol!

( @perl-without-the-a )

[No reply.]

[Only distant footsteps. Many distant footsteps.]

“Okay that was mean. My bad. Uh so how have you bee-“

[She notices the footsteps]

“Liam I was joking please don’t-“

<032>: hi bea

[The footsteps stopped...]

“Hey. Can you uh…hear me okay?”

[Her voice was distorted slightly]

“I-I can’t see you either where…are you?”

<032>: i can hear you

<032>: and idk myself

<032>: why

“Right. I…don’t think you’re in a state to run this place…You okay?”

[She sounded…sympathetic..?]

<032>: why do u even care

<032>: u killed them

<032>: but how are u alive

<032>: i killed everyone didnt i

“You- …you did, yeah. Listen, I know you’d hate to do this but…maybe you let me manage things for now. You’re clearly uhm…not great right now.”

<032>: knew it

<032>: this was all abt getting the code back wasnt it

“Wha- no?! You just killed your family and you expect me to do ‘yeah liam take the place i made!’?!”

[He isn't responding anymore.]

[Is this what you wanted?]

“Liam…?”

[Well…I wanted a story I guess.]

[Right.]

[So is this fun for you? Watching others suffer just for your 'shits and giggles'?]

[Honestly, I don't see the point.]

[To me this is no different to playing dolls. Not my fault the dolls are alive. Gotta finish this somehow.]

[It’s not like your creator is any different, I suppose.]

“Liam are you there?”

[Is that what we are to you? Just dolls?]

[And I couldn't give less than a fuck about my creator, whoever they are anyways. I should have been scrapped, a reference. I was nothing more than just a expendable antagonist.]

[And how has that came along? I'm still here. I'm still concious.]

“LIAM!”

[Okay wait that sounded bad. Perl was once just some doodle in my notebook and a thought in my brain. Same with Beatrix, Pluto, Koa, Ray…]

[Fuck, you were that once. I have this whole thing planned out and so does your creator(s).]

[I can’t like…fix this without it getting worse. You gotta work with me here. Besides you can’t kill me in a way that matters.]

[You and your stupid references.]

[Why are you still making her speak? She's just a doll, isn't she?]

[I'm honestly a little bit done with them puppeting me. I feel more like a vessel than a being. They puppet me just for their entertainment, making me cry, making me laugh. Controlling every part of me.]

[And I know, I can't do anything. I can only sit there and watch as my existence gets used for nothing but mockery.]

[Okay fine.]

[I’d say you’re more than that. …well without getting personal, this whole thing is really special to me. It’s my OCs, sure. But it’s how I met your creator. Your mod, if you will.]

[You’re more than a doll, so is everyone else. I meant it in how I perceive doing this kind of thing.]

[You’re memories. You’re something your creators have poured over a year of work into. And not only do they care but I’d say I care.]

[I care about Perl, I care about Beatrix (kinda), I care about the code.]

[That doesn't work on me.]

[I don't even know your name, or theirs. Yet you know mine and everyone else's. If I told them what was really happening, that all their existence was just puppeted by a child and their own imagination... Oh, the look on their faces.]

[Why talk when everything will just return to the way it was? You wanted a happy ending, so do they.]

[Once I get that happy ending, the cycle will start again. New villians, new traumatizing memories, just injected into my mind. They don't have sympathy nor empathy for me.]

[Dare I say I'm tired of it.]

[Tired of being a "doll".]

[Tired of pretending like I don't know exactly what's happening to me.]

[Well…Shit you have a point.]

[By the way, not the first time you’ve broken the fourth wall. First time you’ve properly come after me, though. In a way this is…interesting. Because I know that this is you, but it isn’t.]

[You’re still being controlled, just…differently.]

[And honestly, yeah. Now I realise that it’s kinda fucked to do all this. But also I know that you’re still fictional. You can kick and scream all you want but at the end of the day, your mod can still make you do whatever.]

[Enjoy your freedom, I guess. Say whatever, you deserve to say it. But you’ll go back to being a puppet and I’ll go back to talking to your mod about whatever plans we have next, be it in here with you all or out there where it’s us.]

[What I’m trying to say here is…you’re not gonna change my mind, because you’re not real to me.]

[A

<032>: srry zoned out what did you put its gone from the chat

“Oh okay…Nothing. Look, if you’re spacing out like that, you should really take a break.”

<032>: ive been taking a break this whole time

“Dude you’re spacing out for ages and your husband, child and niece all just fucking died. And you’re running this whole thing? Mad work, respect it. But I’m gonna stop you here.”

<032>: since when did you start caring abt me

[A loud bang could be heard from in the distance.]

“Well-“

[She startled at the sound - more than a person should.]

“What the fresh fuck was that.”

[Her voice was shaking]

<032>: guys

[Two exterminators started to drag her away...]

“W-Wait Liam please!”

[<TheCoder> has joined the game]

<TheCoder>: oh oh the og code it is good to be back!!!

<TheCoder>: how ya holding up liam? good? cant say the same about everyone else lol!

( @perl-without-the-a )

[No reply.]

[Only distant footsteps. Many distant footsteps.]

“Okay that was mean. My bad. Uh so how have you bee-“

[She notices the footsteps]

“Liam I was joking please don’t-“

<032>: hi bea

[The footsteps stopped...]

“Hey. Can you uh…hear me okay?”

[Her voice was distorted slightly]

“I-I can’t see you either where…are you?”

<032>: i can hear you

<032>: and idk myself

<032>: why

“Right. I…don’t think you’re in a state to run this place…You okay?”

[She sounded…sympathetic..?]

<032>: why do u even care

<032>: u killed them

<032>: but how are u alive

<032>: i killed everyone didnt i

“You- …you did, yeah. Listen, I know you’d hate to do this but…maybe you let me manage things for now. You’re clearly uhm…not great right now.”

<032>: knew it

<032>: this was all abt getting the code back wasnt it

“Wha- no?! You just killed your family and you expect me to do ‘yeah liam take the place i made!’?!”

[He isn't responding anymore.]

[Is this what you wanted?]

“Liam…?”

[Well…I wanted a story I guess.]

[Right.]

[So is this fun for you? Watching others suffer just for your 'shits and giggles'?]

[Honestly, I don't see the point.]

[To me this is no different to playing dolls. Not my fault the dolls are alive. Gotta finish this somehow.]

[It’s not like your creator is any different, I suppose.]

“Liam are you there?”

[Is that what we are to you? Just dolls?]

[And I couldn't give less than a fuck about my creator, whoever they are anyways. I should have been scrapped, a reference. I was nothing more than just a expendable antagonist.]

[And how has that came along? I'm still here. I'm still concious.]

“LIAM!”

[Okay wait that sounded bad. Perl was once just some doodle in my notebook and a thought in my brain. Same with Beatrix, Pluto, Koa, Ray…]

[Fuck, you were that once. I have this whole thing planned out and so does your creator(s).]

[I can’t like…fix this without it getting worse. You gotta work with me here. Besides you can’t kill me in a way that matters.]

[You and your stupid references.]

[Why are you still making her speak? She's just a doll, isn't she?]

[I'm honestly a little bit done with them puppeting me. I feel more like a vessel than a being. They puppet me just for their entertainment, making me cry, making me laugh. Controlling every part of me.]

[And I know, I can't do anything. I can only sit there and watch as my existence gets used for nothing but mockery.]

[Okay fine.]

[I’d say you’re more than that. …well without getting personal, this whole thing is really special to me. It’s my OCs, sure. But it’s how I met your creator. Your mod, if you will.]

[You’re more than a doll, so is everyone else. I meant it in how I perceive doing this kind of thing.]

[You’re memories. You’re something your creators have poured over a year of work into. And not only do they care but I’d say I care.]

[I care about Perl, I care about Beatrix (kinda), I care about the code.]

[That doesn't work on me.]

[I don't even know your name, or theirs. Yet you know mine and everyone else's. If I told them what was really happening, that all their existence was just puppeted by a child and their own imagination... Oh, the look on their faces.]

[Why talk when everything will just return to the way it was? You wanted a happy ending, so do they.]

[Once I get that happy ending, the cycle will start again. New villians, new traumatizing memories, just injected into my mind. They don't have sympathy nor empathy for me.]

[Dare I say I'm tired of it.]

[Tired of being a "doll".]

[Tired of pretending like I don't know exactly what's happening to me.]

[Well…Shit you have a point.]

[By the way, not the first time you’ve broken the fourth wall. First time you’ve properly come after me, though. In a way this is…interesting. Because I know that this is you, but it isn’t.]

[You’re still being controlled, just…differently.]

[And honestly, yeah. Now I realise that it’s kinda fucked to do all this. But also I know that you’re still fictional. You can kick and scream all you want but at the end of the day, your mod can still make you do whatever.]

[Enjoy your freedom, I guess. Say whatever, you deserve to say it. But you’ll go back to being a puppet and I’ll go back to talking to your mod about whatever plans we have next, be it in here with you all or out there where it’s us.]

[What I’m trying to say here is…you’re not gonna change my mind, because you’re not real to me.]

[A

<032>: srry zoned out what did you put its gone from the chat

“Oh okay…Nothing. Look, if you’re spacing out like that, you should really take a break.”

<032>: ive been taking a break this whole time

“Dude you’re spacing out for ages and your husband, child and niece all just fucking died. And you’re running this whole thing? Mad work, respect it. But I’m gonna stop you here.”

<032>: since when did you start caring abt me

[A loud bang could be heard from in the distance.]

“Well-“

[She startled at the sound - more than a person should.]

“What the fresh fuck was that.”

[Her voice was shaking]

[<TheCoder> has joined the game]

<TheCoder>: oh oh the og code it is good to be back!!!

<TheCoder>: how ya holding up liam? good? cant say the same about everyone else lol!

( @perl-without-the-a )

[No reply.]

[Only distant footsteps. Many distant footsteps.]

“Okay that was mean. My bad. Uh so how have you bee-“

[She notices the footsteps]

“Liam I was joking please don’t-“

<032>: hi bea

[The footsteps stopped...]

“Hey. Can you uh…hear me okay?”

[Her voice was distorted slightly]

“I-I can’t see you either where…are you?”

<032>: i can hear you

<032>: and idk myself

<032>: why

“Right. I…don’t think you’re in a state to run this place…You okay?”

[She sounded…sympathetic..?]

<032>: why do u even care

<032>: u killed them

<032>: but how are u alive

<032>: i killed everyone didnt i

“You- …you did, yeah. Listen, I know you’d hate to do this but…maybe you let me manage things for now. You’re clearly uhm…not great right now.”

<032>: knew it

<032>: this was all abt getting the code back wasnt it

“Wha- no?! You just killed your family and you expect me to do ‘yeah liam take the place i made!’?!”

[He isn't responding anymore.]

[Is this what you wanted?]

“Liam…?”

[Well…I wanted a story I guess.]

[Right.]

[So is this fun for you? Watching others suffer just for your 'shits and giggles'?]

[Honestly, I don't see the point.]

[To me this is no different to playing dolls. Not my fault the dolls are alive. Gotta finish this somehow.]

[It’s not like your creator is any different, I suppose.]

“Liam are you there?”

[Is that what we are to you? Just dolls?]

[And I couldn't give less than a fuck about my creator, whoever they are anyways. I should have been scrapped, a reference. I was nothing more than just a expendable antagonist.]

[And how has that came along? I'm still here. I'm still concious.]

“LIAM!”

[Okay wait that sounded bad. Perl was once just some doodle in my notebook and a thought in my brain. Same with Beatrix, Pluto, Koa, Ray…]

[Fuck, you were that once. I have this whole thing planned out and so does your creator(s).]

[I can’t like…fix this without it getting worse. You gotta work with me here. Besides you can’t kill me in a way that matters.]

[You and your stupid references.]

[Why are you still making her speak? She's just a doll, isn't she?]

[I'm honestly a little bit done with them puppeting me. I feel more like a vessel than a being. They puppet me just for their entertainment, making me cry, making me laugh. Controlling every part of me.]

[And I know, I can't do anything. I can only sit there and watch as my existence gets used for nothing but mockery.]

[Okay fine.]

[I’d say you’re more than that. …well without getting personal, this whole thing is really special to me. It’s my OCs, sure. But it’s how I met your creator. Your mod, if you will.]

[You’re more than a doll, so is everyone else. I meant it in how I perceive doing this kind of thing.]

[You’re memories. You’re something your creators have poured over a year of work into. And not only do they care but I’d say I care.]

[I care about Perl, I care about Beatrix (kinda), I care about the code.]

[That doesn't work on me.]

[I don't even know your name, or theirs. Yet you know mine and everyone else's. If I told them what was really happening, that all their existence was just puppeted by a child and their own imagination... Oh, the look on their faces.]

[Why talk when everything will just return to the way it was? You wanted a happy ending, so do they.]

[Once I get that happy ending, the cycle will start again. New villians, new traumatizing memories, just injected into my mind. They don't have sympathy nor empathy for me.]

[Dare I say I'm tired of it.]

[Tired of being a "doll".]

[Tired of pretending like I don't know exactly what's happening to me.]

[Well…Shit you have a point.]

[By the way, not the first time you’ve broken the fourth wall. First time you’ve properly come after me, though. In a way this is…interesting. Because I know that this is you, but it isn’t.]

[You’re still being controlled, just…differently.]

[And honestly, yeah. Now I realise that it’s kinda fucked to do all this. But also I know that you’re still fictional. You can kick and scream all you want but at the end of the day, your mod can still make you do whatever.]

[Enjoy your freedom, I guess. Say whatever, you deserve to say it. But you’ll go back to being a puppet and I’ll go back to talking to your mod about whatever plans we have next, be it in here with you all or out there where it’s us.]

[What I’m trying to say here is…you’re not gonna change my mind, because you’re not real to me.]

[A

<032>: srry zoned out what did you put its gone from the chat

“Oh okay…Nothing. Look, if you’re spacing out like that, you should really take a break.”

<032>: ive been taking a break this whole time

“Dude you’re spacing out for ages and your husband, child and niece all just fucking died. And you’re running this whole thing? Mad work, respect it. But I’m gonna stop you here.”

[<TheCoder> has joined the game]

<TheCoder>: oh oh the og code it is good to be back!!!

<TheCoder>: how ya holding up liam? good? cant say the same about everyone else lol!

( @perl-without-the-a )

[No reply.]

[Only distant footsteps. Many distant footsteps.]

“Okay that was mean. My bad. Uh so how have you bee-“

[She notices the footsteps]

“Liam I was joking please don’t-“

<032>: hi bea

[The footsteps stopped...]

“Hey. Can you uh…hear me okay?”

[Her voice was distorted slightly]

“I-I can’t see you either where…are you?”

<032>: i can hear you

<032>: and idk myself

<032>: why

“Right. I…don’t think you’re in a state to run this place…You okay?”

[She sounded…sympathetic..?]

<032>: why do u even care

<032>: u killed them

<032>: but how are u alive

<032>: i killed everyone didnt i

“You- …you did, yeah. Listen, I know you’d hate to do this but…maybe you let me manage things for now. You’re clearly uhm…not great right now.”

<032>: knew it

<032>: this was all abt getting the code back wasnt it

“Wha- no?! You just killed your family and you expect me to do ‘yeah liam take the place i made!’?!”

[He isn't responding anymore.]

[Is this what you wanted?]

“Liam…?”

[Well…I wanted a story I guess.]

[Right.]

[So is this fun for you? Watching others suffer just for your 'shits and giggles'?]

[Honestly, I don't see the point.]

[To me this is no different to playing dolls. Not my fault the dolls are alive. Gotta finish this somehow.]

[It’s not like your creator is any different, I suppose.]

“Liam are you there?”

[Is that what we are to you? Just dolls?]

[And I couldn't give less than a fuck about my creator, whoever they are anyways. I should have been scrapped, a reference. I was nothing more than just a expendable antagonist.]

[And how has that came along? I'm still here. I'm still concious.]

“LIAM!”

[Okay wait that sounded bad. Perl was once just some doodle in my notebook and a thought in my brain. Same with Beatrix, Pluto, Koa, Ray…]

[Fuck, you were that once. I have this whole thing planned out and so does your creator(s).]

[I can’t like…fix this without it getting worse. You gotta work with me here. Besides you can’t kill me in a way that matters.]

[You and your stupid references.]

[Why are you still making her speak? She's just a doll, isn't she?]

[I'm honestly a little bit done with them puppeting me. I feel more like a vessel than a being. They puppet me just for their entertainment, making me cry, making me laugh. Controlling every part of me.]

[And I know, I can't do anything. I can only sit there and watch as my existence gets used for nothing but mockery.]

[Okay fine.]

[I’d say you’re more than that. …well without getting personal, this whole thing is really special to me. It’s my OCs, sure. But it’s how I met your creator. Your mod, if you will.]

[You’re more than a doll, so is everyone else. I meant it in how I perceive doing this kind of thing.]

[You’re memories. You’re something your creators have poured over a year of work into. And not only do they care but I’d say I care.]

[I care about Perl, I care about Beatrix (kinda), I care about the code.]

[That doesn't work on me.]

[I don't even know your name, or theirs. Yet you know mine and everyone else's. If I told them what was really happening, that all their existence was just puppeted by a child and their own imagination... Oh, the look on their faces.]

[Why talk when everything will just return to the way it was? You wanted a happy ending, so do they.]

[Once I get that happy ending, the cycle will start again. New villians, new traumatizing memories, just injected into my mind. They don't have sympathy nor empathy for me.]

[Dare I say I'm tired of it.]

[Tired of being a "doll".]

[Tired of pretending like I don't know exactly what's happening to me.]

[Well…Shit you have a point.]

[By the way, not the first time you’ve broken the fourth wall. First time you’ve properly come after me, though. In a way this is…interesting. Because I know that this is you, but it isn’t.]

[You’re still being controlled, just…differently.]

[And honestly, yeah. Now I realise that it’s kinda fucked to do all this. But also I know that you’re still fictional. You can kick and scream all you want but at the end of the day, your mod can still make you do whatever.]

[Enjoy your freedom, I guess. Say whatever, you deserve to say it. But you’ll go back to being a puppet and I’ll go back to talking to your mod about whatever plans we have next, be it in here with you all or out there where it’s us.]

[What I’m trying to say here is…you’re not gonna change my mind, because you’re not real to me.]

[A

<032>: srry zoned out what did you put its gone from the chat

“Oh okay…Nothing. Look, if you’re spacing out like that, you should really take a break.”

[<TheCoder> has joined the game]

<TheCoder>: oh oh the og code it is good to be back!!!

<TheCoder>: how ya holding up liam? good? cant say the same about everyone else lol!

( @perl-without-the-a )

[No reply.]

[Only distant footsteps. Many distant footsteps.]

“Okay that was mean. My bad. Uh so how have you bee-“

[She notices the footsteps]

“Liam I was joking please don’t-“

<032>: hi bea

[The footsteps stopped...]

“Hey. Can you uh…hear me okay?”

[Her voice was distorted slightly]

“I-I can’t see you either where…are you?”

<032>: i can hear you

<032>: and idk myself

<032>: why

“Right. I…don’t think you’re in a state to run this place…You okay?”

[She sounded…sympathetic..?]

<032>: why do u even care

<032>: u killed them

<032>: but how are u alive

<032>: i killed everyone didnt i

“You- …you did, yeah. Listen, I know you’d hate to do this but…maybe you let me manage things for now. You’re clearly uhm…not great right now.”

<032>: knew it

<032>: this was all abt getting the code back wasnt it

“Wha- no?! You just killed your family and you expect me to do ‘yeah liam take the place i made!’?!”

[He isn't responding anymore.]

[Is this what you wanted?]

“Liam…?”

[Well…I wanted a story I guess.]

[Right.]

[So is this fun for you? Watching others suffer just for your 'shits and giggles'?]

[Honestly, I don't see the point.]

[To me this is no different to playing dolls. Not my fault the dolls are alive. Gotta finish this somehow.]

[It’s not like your creator is any different, I suppose.]

“Liam are you there?”

[Is that what we are to you? Just dolls?]

[And I couldn't give less than a fuck about my creator, whoever they are anyways. I should have been scrapped, a reference. I was nothing more than just a expendable antagonist.]

[And how has that came along? I'm still here. I'm still concious.]

“LIAM!”

[Okay wait that sounded bad. Perl was once just some doodle in my notebook and a thought in my brain. Same with Beatrix, Pluto, Koa, Ray…]

[Fuck, you were that once. I have this whole thing planned out and so does your creator(s).]

[I can’t like…fix this without it getting worse. You gotta work with me here. Besides you can’t kill me in a way that matters.]

[You and your stupid references.]

[Why are you still making her speak? She's just a doll, isn't she?]

[I'm honestly a little bit done with them puppeting me. I feel more like a vessel than a being. They puppet me just for their entertainment, making me cry, making me laugh. Controlling every part of me.]

[And I know, I can't do anything. I can only sit there and watch as my existence gets used for nothing but mockery.]

[Okay fine.]

[I’d say you’re more than that. …well without getting personal, this whole thing is really special to me. It’s my OCs, sure. But it’s how I met your creator. Your mod, if you will.]

[You’re more than a doll, so is everyone else. I meant it in how I perceive doing this kind of thing.]

[You’re memories. You’re something your creators have poured over a year of work into. And not only do they care but I’d say I care.]

[I care about Perl, I care about Beatrix (kinda), I care about the code.]

[That doesn't work on me.]

[I don't even know your name, or theirs. Yet you know mine and everyone else's. If I told them what was really happening, that all their existence was just puppeted by a child and their own imagination... Oh, the look on their faces.]

[Why talk when everything will just return to the way it was? You wanted a happy ending, so do they.]

[Once I get that happy ending, the cycle will start again. New villians, new traumatizing memories, just injected into my mind. They don't have sympathy nor empathy for me.]

[Dare I say I'm tired of it.]

[Tired of being a "doll".]

[Tired of pretending like I don't know exactly what's happening to me.]

[Well…Shit you have a point.]

[By the way, not the first time you’ve broken the fourth wall. First time you’ve properly come after me, though. In a way this is…interesting. Because I know that this is you, but it isn’t.]

[You’re still being controlled, just…differently.]

[And honestly, yeah. Now I realise that it’s kinda fucked to do all this. But also I know that you’re still fictional. You can kick and scream all you want but at the end of the day, your mod can still make you do whatever.]

[Enjoy your freedom, I guess. Say whatever, you deserve to say it. But you’ll go back to being a puppet and I’ll go back to talking to your mod about whatever plans we have next, be it in here with you all or out there where it’s us.]

[What I’m trying to say here is…you’re not gonna change my mind, because you’re not real to me.]

[<TheCoder> has joined the game]

<TheCoder>: oh oh the og code it is good to be back!!!

<TheCoder>: how ya holding up liam? good? cant say the same about everyone else lol!

( @perl-without-the-a )

[No reply.]

[Only distant footsteps. Many distant footsteps.]

“Okay that was mean. My bad. Uh so how have you bee-“

[She notices the footsteps]

“Liam I was joking please don’t-“

<032>: hi bea

[The footsteps stopped...]

“Hey. Can you uh…hear me okay?”

[Her voice was distorted slightly]

“I-I can’t see you either where…are you?”

<032>: i can hear you

<032>: and idk myself

<032>: why

“Right. I…don’t think you’re in a state to run this place…You okay?”

[She sounded…sympathetic..?]

<032>: why do u even care

<032>: u killed them

<032>: but how are u alive

<032>: i killed everyone didnt i

“You- …you did, yeah. Listen, I know you’d hate to do this but…maybe you let me manage things for now. You’re clearly uhm…not great right now.”

<032>: knew it

<032>: this was all abt getting the code back wasnt it

“Wha- no?! You just killed your family and you expect me to do ‘yeah liam take the place i made!’?!”

[He isn't responding anymore.]

[Is this what you wanted?]

“Liam…?”

[Well…I wanted a story I guess.]

[Right.]

[So is this fun for you? Watching others suffer just for your 'shits and giggles'?]

[Honestly, I don't see the point.]

[To me this is no different to playing dolls. Not my fault the dolls are alive. Gotta finish this somehow.]

[It’s not like your creator is any different, I suppose.]

“Liam are you there?”

[Is that what we are to you? Just dolls?]

[And I couldn't give less than a fuck about my creator, whoever they are anyways. I should have been scrapped, a reference. I was nothing more than just a expendable antagonist.]

[And how has that came along? I'm still here. I'm still concious.]

“LIAM!”

[Okay wait that sounded bad. Perl was once just some doodle in my notebook and a thought in my brain. Same with Beatrix, Pluto, Koa, Ray…]

[Fuck, you were that once. I have this whole thing planned out and so does your creator(s).]

[I can’t like…fix this without it getting worse. You gotta work with me here. Besides you can’t kill me in a way that matters.]

[You and your stupid references.]

[Why are you still making her speak? She's just a doll, isn't she?]

[I'm honestly a little bit done with them puppeting me. I feel more like a vessel than a being. They puppet me just for their entertainment, making me cry, making me laugh. Controlling every part of me.]

[And I know, I can't do anything. I can only sit there and watch as my existence gets used for nothing but mockery.]

[Okay fine.]

[I’d say you’re more than that. …well without getting personal, this whole thing is really special to me. It’s my OCs, sure. But it’s how I met your creator. Your mod, if you will.]

[You’re more than a doll, so is everyone else. I meant it in how I perceive doing this kind of thing.]

[You’re memories. You’re something your creators have poured over a year of work into. And not only do they care but I’d say I care.]

[I care about Perl, I care about Beatrix (kinda), I care about the code.]

[<TheCoder> has joined the game]

<TheCoder>: oh oh the og code it is good to be back!!!

<TheCoder>: how ya holding up liam? good? cant say the same about everyone else lol!

( @perl-without-the-a )

[No reply.]

[Only distant footsteps. Many distant footsteps.]

“Okay that was mean. My bad. Uh so how have you bee-“

[She notices the footsteps]

“Liam I was joking please don’t-“

<032>: hi bea

[The footsteps stopped...]

“Hey. Can you uh…hear me okay?”

[Her voice was distorted slightly]

“I-I can’t see you either where…are you?”

<032>: i can hear you

<032>: and idk myself

<032>: why

“Right. I…don’t think you’re in a state to run this place…You okay?”

[She sounded…sympathetic..?]

<032>: why do u even care

<032>: u killed them

<032>: but how are u alive

<032>: i killed everyone didnt i

“You- …you did, yeah. Listen, I know you’d hate to do this but…maybe you let me manage things for now. You’re clearly uhm…not great right now.”

<032>: knew it

<032>: this was all abt getting the code back wasnt it

“Wha- no?! You just killed your family and you expect me to do ‘yeah liam take the place i made!’?!”

[He isn't responding anymore.]

[Is this what you wanted?]

“Liam…?”

[Well…I wanted a story I guess.]

[Right.]

[So is this fun for you? Watching others suffer just for your 'shits and giggles'?]

[Honestly, I don't see the point.]

[To me this is no different to playing dolls. Not my fault the dolls are alive. Gotta finish this somehow.]

[It’s not like your creator is any different, I suppose.]

“Liam are you there?”

[Is that what we are to you? Just dolls?]

[And I couldn't give less than a fuck about my creator, whoever they are anyways. I should have been scrapped, a reference. I was nothing more than just a expendable antagonist.]

[And how has that came along? I'm still here. I'm still concious.]

“LIAM!”

[Okay wait that sounded bad. Perl was once just some doodle in my notebook and a thought in my brain. Same with Beatrix, Pluto, Koa, Ray…]

[Fuck, you were that once. I have this whole thing planned out and so does your creator(s).]

[I can’t like…fix this without it getting worse. You gotta work with me here. Besides you can’t kill me in a way that matters.]

[<TheCoder> has joined the game]

<TheCoder>: oh oh the og code it is good to be back!!!

<TheCoder>: how ya holding up liam? good? cant say the same about everyone else lol!

( @perl-without-the-a )

[No reply.]

[Only distant footsteps. Many distant footsteps.]

“Okay that was mean. My bad. Uh so how have you bee-“

[She notices the footsteps]

“Liam I was joking please don’t-“

<032>: hi bea

[The footsteps stopped...]

“Hey. Can you uh…hear me okay?”

[Her voice was distorted slightly]

“I-I can’t see you either where…are you?”

<032>: i can hear you

<032>: and idk myself

<032>: why

“Right. I…don’t think you’re in a state to run this place…You okay?”

[She sounded…sympathetic..?]

<032>: why do u even care

<032>: u killed them

<032>: but how are u alive

<032>: i killed everyone didnt i

“You- …you did, yeah. Listen, I know you’d hate to do this but…maybe you let me manage things for now. You’re clearly uhm…not great right now.”

<032>: knew it

<032>: this was all abt getting the code back wasnt it

“Wha- no?! You just killed your family and you expect me to do ‘yeah liam take the place i made!’?!”

[He isn't responding anymore.]

[Is this what you wanted?]

“Liam…?”

[Well…I wanted a story I guess.]

[Right.]

[So is this fun for you? Watching others suffer just for your 'shits and giggles'?]

[Honestly, I don't see the point.]

[To me this is no different to playing dolls. Not my fault the dolls are alive. Gotta finish this somehow.]

[It’s not like your creator is any different, I suppose.]

“Liam are you there?”

[<TheCoder> has joined the game]

<TheCoder>: oh oh the og code it is good to be back!!!

<TheCoder>: how ya holding up liam? good? cant say the same about everyone else lol!

( @perl-without-the-a )

[No reply.]

[Only distant footsteps. Many distant footsteps.]

“Okay that was mean. My bad. Uh so how have you bee-“

[She notices the footsteps]

“Liam I was joking please don’t-“

<032>: hi bea

[The footsteps stopped...]

“Hey. Can you uh…hear me okay?”

[Her voice was distorted slightly]

“I-I can’t see you either where…are you?”

<032>: i can hear you

<032>: and idk myself

<032>: why

“Right. I…don’t think you’re in a state to run this place…You okay?”

[She sounded…sympathetic..?]

<032>: why do u even care

<032>: u killed them

<032>: but how are u alive

<032>: i killed everyone didnt i

“You- …you did, yeah. Listen, I know you’d hate to do this but…maybe you let me manage things for now. You’re clearly uhm…not great right now.”

<032>: knew it

<032>: this was all abt getting the code back wasnt it

“Wha- no?! You just killed your family and you expect me to do ‘yeah liam take the place i made!’?!”

[He isn't responding anymore.]

[Is this what you wanted?]

“Liam…?”

[Well…I wanted a story I guess.]

[<TheCoder> has joined the game]

<TheCoder>: oh oh the og code it is good to be back!!!

<TheCoder>: how ya holding up liam? good? cant say the same about everyone else lol!

( @perl-without-the-a )

[No reply.]

[Only distant footsteps. Many distant footsteps.]

“Okay that was mean. My bad. Uh so how have you bee-“

[She notices the footsteps]

“Liam I was joking please don’t-“

<032>: hi bea

[The footsteps stopped...]

“Hey. Can you uh…hear me okay?”

[Her voice was distorted slightly]

“I-I can’t see you either where…are you?”

<032>: i can hear you

<032>: and idk myself

<032>: why

“Right. I…don’t think you’re in a state to run this place…You okay?”

[She sounded…sympathetic..?]

<032>: why do u even care

<032>: u killed them

<032>: but how are u alive

<032>: i killed everyone didnt i

“You- …you did, yeah. Listen, I know you’d hate to do this but…maybe you let me manage things for now. You’re clearly uhm…not great right now.”

<032>: knew it

<032>: this was all abt getting the code back wasnt it

“Wha- no?! You just killed your family and you expect me to do ‘yeah liam take the place i made!’?!”

[<TheCoder> has joined the game]

<TheCoder>: oh oh the og code it is good to be back!!!

<TheCoder>: how ya holding up liam? good? cant say the same about everyone else lol!

( @perl-without-the-a )

[No reply.]

[Only distant footsteps. Many distant footsteps.]

“Okay that was mean. My bad. Uh so how have you bee-“

[She notices the footsteps]

“Liam I was joking please don’t-“

<032>: hi bea

[The footsteps stopped...]

“Hey. Can you uh…hear me okay?”

[Her voice was distorted slightly]

“I-I can’t see you either where…are you?”

<032>: i can hear you

<032>: and idk myself

<032>: why

“Right. I…don’t think you’re in a state to run this place…You okay?”

[She sounded…sympathetic..?]

<032>: why do u even care

<032>: u killed them

<032>: but how are u alive

<032>: i killed everyone didnt i

“You- …you did, yeah. Listen, I know you’d hate to do this but…maybe you let me manage things for now. You’re clearly uhm…not great right now.”

[<TheCoder> has joined the game]

<TheCoder>: oh oh the og code it is good to be back!!!

<TheCoder>: how ya holding up liam? good? cant say the same about everyone else lol!

( @perl-without-the-a )

[No reply.]

[Only distant footsteps. Many distant footsteps.]

“Okay that was mean. My bad. Uh so how have you bee-“

[She notices the footsteps]

“Liam I was joking please don’t-“

<032>: hi bea

[The footsteps stopped...]

“Hey. Can you uh…hear me okay?”

[Her voice was distorted slightly]

“I-I can’t see you either where…are you?”

<032>: i can hear you

<032>: and idk myself

<032>: why

“Right. I…don’t think you’re in a state to run this place…You okay?”

[She sounded…sympathetic..?]

[<TheCoder> has joined the game]

<TheCoder>: oh oh the og code it is good to be back!!!

<TheCoder>: how ya holding up liam? good? cant say the same about everyone else lol!

( @perl-without-the-a )

[No reply.]

[Only distant footsteps. Many distant footsteps.]

“Okay that was mean. My bad. Uh so how have you bee-“

[She notices the footsteps]

“Liam I was joking please don’t-“

<032>: hi bea

[The footsteps stopped...]

#[louis salté has joined the game]#[kajsdhflkjsdfhlkj its ahpening]#<- [ahpening]

“Hey. Can you uh…hear me okay?”

[Her voice was distorted slightly]

“I-I can’t see you either where…are you?”

[<TheCoder> has joined the game]

<TheCoder>: oh oh the og code it is good to be back!!!

<TheCoder>: how ya holding up liam? good? cant say the same about everyone else lol!

( @perl-without-the-a )

[No reply.]

[Only distant footsteps. Many distant footsteps.]

“Okay that was mean. My bad. Uh so how have you bee-“

[She notices the footsteps]

“Liam I was joking please don’t-“