"I am naturally helpless; No gentleman wishes to make a scene."

[pr-sinner-number-3]

[An empty screen, unused and unpowered, suddenly and violently springs to life. Flickering forth, upon is a masked man, moving and adjusting the camera, and it's settings.]

Come on... come on...

[The feed focuses, the static dissipates, and the Mirrored man looks onwards into the screen.]

Ha HA! Finally! I knew i could just modify some warp- wait is this thing recording? Uh... to anyone on the other side, uh... hello! I'm Hyde!

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Mod time. Howdy! it's @abyssal-system-works here as part of my most ascension of neurodivergence. This here's a completely OC Sinner of a completely AU timeline. Infinity has a lot to it.

He/they pronouns for both of us please.

Asks are encouraged! With some rules:

No ships pls. On that note, keep non-violence nsfw to a minimum.

Magic Anons are allowed, but will often be interpreted weirdly due to the circumstances.

Any part of the Limbus Company story can be asked about, and because of my poor perception of time, spoilers will often be unmarked by the mod. Proceed with caution!

this stuff is still being written by me, so not every detail is fleshed out yet.

Please don’t bring hate here. This is a fake character based on another fake character based in a fake world doing fake actions. What are you doing.

Hope Hyde entertains!

[gregorbud]

[ Another flicker of a screen. It’s him again. At the worst time. ]

Hey Gregor, I-

…damn it.

[ He grips his cane again. Another distorted beast. ]

( @pr-sinner-number-3 )

//He doesn’t respond. His device, though long forgotten, is still gripped tightly in his human hand. Despite his inhuman appearance, there’s something different about him that doesn’t seem like a typical distortion.

8/10

[pr-sinner-number-3]

[ He’s seen stranger. He only knows two ways to end the rampage of a distortion, and outlasting it is a very special case. ]

[ He aims to suppress. ]

[ From under his desk, he takes out a vial. One from the now-defunct K Corp. As it sits in his hand, a light glows. ]

[ A syringe. Held tight in his gloved hand, filled now in part with the vial, but part with some unidentified substance. Purple and viscous. ]

[ He whispers to himself. Hardly audible. ]

…poor Gregor. You are unfortunate in such a fate.

I hope that, through My Virtue, Slumbering, you may awake to your true ambitions, and free yourself from the distortion.

[gregorbud]

//He remains unaware of what is happening on the other side of the screen, his focus solely on the enemies in front of him

[pr-sinner-number-3]

[ The apple flies, a cut is made and a statement is uttered in madness. This ends the reign of the Emperor, but things are already in motion that cannot be undone. ]

[ The Imperfected E.G.O. weapon pierces the mirror, the sound of glass shattering rippling through the air as the pain is felt in Gregor’s human arm. ]

[gregorbud]

//Beating a metaphorical dead horse, Gregor curls around his human arm in pain.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

[ And then the effects kick in. ]

[ Flesh writhes and pulses, bubbling under the effects of the concoction, tearing itself into an explosive nothing. Violent burst in tandem with degenerating into nothing. ]

[ The gloved hand retreats into the screen. ]

[gregorbud]

//Wow, we’re really kicking this man while he’s down, huh? Needless to say, he’s gonna need some help from Dante

[pr-sinner-number-3]

[ It’s a mutual kicking. When Hyde realizes… well, you’ll see. ]

[ The arm is little more than a smear of blood on the surroundings at this point. Thankfully, that makes the pain stop. ]

[gregorbud]

//Down an arm, and not even the one that grows back, he lies there defeated and broken.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

…Grego-

[ Another light from the screen, and it flickers off, interrupting the Sinner on the other side. ]

[ The man sits in silence. Surrounded by pests, friends, and viscera. ]

[gregorbud]

[ Another flicker of a screen. It’s him again. At the worst time. ]

Hey Gregor, I-

…damn it.

[ He grips his cane again. Another distorted beast. ]

( @pr-sinner-number-3 )

//He doesn’t respond. His device, though long forgotten, is still gripped tightly in his human hand. Despite his inhuman appearance, there’s something different about him that doesn’t seem like a typical distortion.

8/10

[pr-sinner-number-3]

[ He’s seen stranger. He only knows two ways to end the rampage of a distortion, and outlasting it is a very special case. ]

[ He aims to suppress. ]

[ From under his desk, he takes out a vial. One from the now-defunct K Corp. As it sits in his hand, a light glows. ]

[ A syringe. Held tight in his gloved hand, filled now in part with the vial, but part with some unidentified substance. Purple and viscous. ]

[ He whispers to himself. Hardly audible. ]

…poor Gregor. You are unfortunate in such a fate.

I hope that, through My Virtue, Slumbering, you may awake to your true ambitions, and free yourself from the distortion.

[gregorbud]

//He remains unaware of what is happening on the other side of the screen, his focus solely on the enemies in front of him

[pr-sinner-number-3]

[ The apple flies, a cut is made and a statement is uttered in madness. This ends the reign of the Emperor, but things are already in motion that cannot be undone. ]

[ The Imperfected E.G.O. weapon pierces the mirror, the sound of glass shattering rippling through the air as the pain is felt in Gregor’s human arm. ]

[gregorbud]

//Beating a metaphorical dead horse, Gregor curls around his human arm in pain.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

[ And then the effects kick in. ]

[ Flesh writhes and pulses, bubbling under the effects of the concoction, tearing itself into an explosive nothing. Violent burst in tandem with degenerating into nothing. ]

[ The gloved hand retreats into the screen. ]

[gregorbud]

//Wow, we’re really kicking this man while he’s down, huh? Needless to say, he’s gonna need some help from Dante

[pr-sinner-number-3]

[ It’s a mutual kicking. When Hyde realizes… well, you’ll see. ]

[ The arm is little more than a smear of blood on the surroundings at this point. Thankfully, that makes the pain stop. ]

[gregorbud]

[ Another flicker of a screen. It’s him again. At the worst time. ]

Hey Gregor, I-

…damn it.

[ He grips his cane again. Another distorted beast. ]

( @pr-sinner-number-3 )

//He doesn’t respond. His device, though long forgotten, is still gripped tightly in his human hand. Despite his inhuman appearance, there’s something different about him that doesn’t seem like a typical distortion.

8/10

[pr-sinner-number-3]

[ He’s seen stranger. He only knows two ways to end the rampage of a distortion, and outlasting it is a very special case. ]

[ He aims to suppress. ]

[ From under his desk, he takes out a vial. One from the now-defunct K Corp. As it sits in his hand, a light glows. ]

[ A syringe. Held tight in his gloved hand, filled now in part with the vial, but part with some unidentified substance. Purple and viscous. ]

[ He whispers to himself. Hardly audible. ]

…poor Gregor. You are unfortunate in such a fate.

I hope that, through My Virtue, Slumbering, you may awake to your true ambitions, and free yourself from the distortion.

[gregorbud]

//He remains unaware of what is happening on the other side of the screen, his focus solely on the enemies in front of him

[pr-sinner-number-3]

[ The apple flies, a cut is made and a statement is uttered in madness. This ends the reign of the Emperor, but things are already in motion that cannot be undone. ]

[ The Imperfected E.G.O. weapon pierces the mirror, the sound of glass shattering rippling through the air as the pain is felt in Gregor’s human arm. ]

[gregorbud]

//Beating a metaphorical dead horse, Gregor curls around his human arm in pain.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

[ And then the effects kick in. ]

[ Flesh writhes and pulses, bubbling under the effects of the concoction, tearing itself into an explosive nothing. Violent burst in tandem with degenerating into nothing. ]

[ The gloved hand retreats into the screen. ]

[gregorbud]

[ Another flicker of a screen. It’s him again. At the worst time. ]

Hey Gregor, I-

…damn it.

[ He grips his cane again. Another distorted beast. ]

( @pr-sinner-number-3 )

//He doesn’t respond. His device, though long forgotten, is still gripped tightly in his human hand. Despite his inhuman appearance, there’s something different about him that doesn’t seem like a typical distortion.

8/10

[pr-sinner-number-3]

[ He’s seen stranger. He only knows two ways to end the rampage of a distortion, and outlasting it is a very special case. ]

[ He aims to suppress. ]

[ From under his desk, he takes out a vial. One from the now-defunct K Corp. As it sits in his hand, a light glows. ]

[ A syringe. Held tight in his gloved hand, filled now in part with the vial, but part with some unidentified substance. Purple and viscous. ]

[ He whispers to himself. Hardly audible. ]

…poor Gregor. You are unfortunate in such a fate.

I hope that, through My Virtue, Slumbering, you may awake to your true ambitions, and free yourself from the distortion.

[gregorbud]

//He remains unaware of what is happening on the other side of the screen, his focus solely on the enemies in front of him

[pr-sinner-number-3]

[ The apple flies, a cut is made and a statement is uttered in madness. This ends the reign of the Emperor, but things are already in motion that cannot be undone. ]

[ The Imperfected E.G.O. weapon pierces the mirror, the sound of glass shattering rippling through the air as the pain is felt in Gregor’s human arm. ]

[gregorbud]

[ Another flicker of a screen. It’s him again. At the worst time. ]

Hey Gregor, I-

…damn it.

[ He grips his cane again. Another distorted beast. ]

( @pr-sinner-number-3 )

//He doesn’t respond. His device, though long forgotten, is still gripped tightly in his human hand. Despite his inhuman appearance, there’s something different about him that doesn’t seem like a typical distortion.

8/10

[pr-sinner-number-3]

[ He’s seen stranger. He only knows two ways to end the rampage of a distortion, and outlasting it is a very special case. ]

[ He aims to suppress. ]

[ From under his desk, he takes out a vial. One from the now-defunct K Corp. As it sits in his hand, a light glows. ]

[ A syringe. Held tight in his gloved hand, filled now in part with the vial, but part with some unidentified substance. Purple and viscous. ]

[ He whispers to himself. Hardly audible. ]

…poor Gregor. You are unfortunate in such a fate.

I hope that, through My Virtue, Slumbering, you may awake to your true ambitions, and free yourself from the distortion.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

[ A stray signal is shot across the lines of glass of this widespread mirror, echoing on through space and time, shaking screens to life. On it is a single man, likely familiar to you, masked and suited, as usual. ]

H-hello again everyone! And Merry Christmas? I guess? Never really participated before this year and I don’t think the “traditions” I was a part of were necessarily normal.

For one I don’t think the slaughter of creatures is necessarily a part of it, even if they are kidnappers.

And for two, uh…

I think we killed Santa.

Which is fun for like, the first few months of this group’s creation, you know topple a Wing, kill Santa…

[pr-sinner-number-11]

[ Another screen, dead and broken, shakes and rattles before springing to life. An unfamiliar man stands on the other end, in a room of tile and metal, square and precise. He is pale and somewhat gaunt, hair red in a way that seems almost stained, draped back and messy. ] [ Turned away at first, sharpening an axe with rhythmic motion, the man perks up as he notices the screen's hum. His face is caught in the feed, eyes an oddly uncomfortable yellow, and mouth almost forced into a smile. ] Hyde... Doctor... The mirror... it turned on on its own... [ He walks over to the screen, and fiddles with it. ] Bad idea... to keep you on... [ The screen cuts out. ]

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Mod time once more. Hey everybody. It's your favorite collective. Back at it again with another PM OC because I cannot stop and I cannot stop. Joseph, our boy here, has He/Him Pronouns. Mod uses He/They/It. Please address us appropriately. Asks are encouraged, with the same rules for the other Paradiso Railway Sinners:

No ships pls. On that note, keep non-violence nsfw to a minimum.

Magic Anons are allowed, but will often be interpreted weirdly due to the circumstances.

Any part of the Limbus Company story can be asked about, and because of my poor perception of time, spoilers will often be unmarked by the mod. Proceed with caution!

this stuff is still being written by me, so not every detail is fleshed out yet.

Please don’t bring hate here. This is a fake character based on another fake character based in a fake world doing fake actions. What are you doing.

Enjoy!

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Me when I get way too close (about 3%) to straight up killing another ask blog through my shenanigans

[donquiherote]

//hello chat! Uh, sorry for our absence! We’ve been doing a lotta shit recently, and the stress has got us locked down- or did before today, but hopefully next week we can really kick it up! So yeah my ask response will prolly be slower than anyone would like!

[pr-sinner-number-3]

So I’m in charge of navigation with the Warp Engine now. Because I guess Deschain can’t be bothered with tracking how many people we’ve made enemies of. Which I say is fair. Apparently we have a talent for it.

I really hope we don’t make much more though.

[gregorbud]

[Static. Buzzing. A screen springs to life. An image slowly clears itself into focus, before the buzzing and violent flickering intensifies further.]

[The image almost seems to tear itself forth from the screen.]

[It's that other Sinner. What was his name again...?]

Gregor, it's Hyde.

[Ah that's his name.]

I... I need your help. I don't know anyone else I can turn to for this.

[ @pr-sinner-number-3 ]

What’s going on? You ok, bud?

[pr-sinner-number-3]

You uh, you could say that. We just have a… situation.

[ He holds something up to the camera. A shining, green little chamber. An ampule. A K-Corp Ampule. ]

So. Things have happened. And I was wondering if you knew how to get rid of a large quantity of these things that may or may not work.

[gregorbud]

Urhm, never had to get rid of those things before. What did you do? Why do you have so many?

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Long story. Tl;dr: K Corp might be heavily fragmented beyond recognition and may or may not have a vendetta against us in particular.

[gregorbud]

Heh, sounds like you’re making friends bud.

//He tries to joke to lighten the mood

Don’t suppose you have a backdoor you can throw them through? I’ve used ours to get rid of some abnormalities the anon buds have “gifted” me.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Uh…

[ He looks behind himself for a moment. ]

No. No, we don’t. Should probably get one installed though…

[gregorbud]

Guess you could try to send 'em to me and I could take care of it. I feel like I'd get in trouble if someone found out though.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Y-yeah that’s a good enough idea. Let’s… let’s try a small amount first, make sure it doesn’t go haywire or turn into an Abno or something.

[gregorbud]

Ah, yeah. Is that even possible?

Best case scenario it just disappears in the process, huh?

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Yeah. Hopefully it just does that. Here goes.

[ He reaches down, picks up a handful of the ampules (wow there really are a lot of these) and pauses for a moment. He just kind of guesses how this works, and sticks his hand to the screen. ]

[ Nothing stops him from sticking his arm through, directly in front of Gregor. He stops after realizing that though, out of sheer confusion. ]

[ His arm hovers there, sticking forth from the screen, fragmentary mirror shards floating around it. ]

[ that probably isn’t supposed to happen. ]

[gregorbud]

//He quickly takes the ampules from Hyde

That’s pretty weird, isn’t it? Makes this easier though.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Y-yeah.

[ He sounds strained. ]

This actually hurts a lot

Anyway you probably shouldn’t use those. They’re… they’re faulty. Maybe. Let’s not test it.

[gregorbud]

You alright?

//He looks at the ampules before carefully setting them on the floor

Wasn’t planning on trying ‘em out. Manager Bud might be able to revive me but I don’t want to make more work for them. It’s a real pain for both of us.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Yeah, it’s a hassle making copies for them.

[ He tears his arm back through the mirror, and shakes it out. ]

And yeah, I’m okay. Mostly. I’ve died before so it’s really not too bad. At least I’m not bleeding.

[gregorbud]

Copies?

//He asks, but doesn’t push for more information. Learning about other mirror worlds wasn’t really his thing.

Want me to stick my hand through this time? Only seems fair.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

I wouldn’t recommend it! It feels like sticking it into broken glass. It’s not pleasant.

Also I’m assuming your manager doesn’t just pile out a copy of you for the revivals.

[gregorbud]

Well someone's gotta do it if you've got more of those ampules, and I can't let you be the only one doing it.

Urhm, no, they just rewind us and put us back together, good as new.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

No, I insist, I can manage it. I’ll just pass some more through for now.

[ He picks up more ampules. ]

And yeah, that sounds much more convenient than our method. It takes a while, and is apparently very unpleasant.

[ He moves the ampules through. ]

[gregorbud]

If you insist...

//He takes the ampules, making a small pile on the floor next to him

Yeah, that, uh, sounds pretty unpleasant. Our method's pretty quick, but it puts Manager Bud through a lot of pain. I wonder if they've gotten used to it like we've gotten used to dying.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Our boss has a saying about it. “The next one’s the worst.”

[ He moves a few more handfuls through. ]

Damn, I need to get a crate or something for these.

But yeah. Definitely one of the things I’m most thankful for in my life, the revives. I’d probably have a bullet through my skull in a gutter somewhere if we didn’t get them.

[gregorbud]

You said it. I’m pretty good at surviving, but we would’ve been done for by now if we didn’t have Manager Bud around.

//The pile quickly grows larger and larger, spilling across the floor

Jeez, how many of these things do you have?

[pr-sinner-number-3]

A lot. A lot a lot. We’ve been pulling some stunts in ignorance.

Not sure how much I can say through the Mirror though. You guys aren’t currently in the throes of a Autodecapitation, so taboos are still in place for you.

…on that note, we never talked.

[ More handfuls. Then more. The floor is nearly covered by the things now. ]

I think that’s good for now. I’ll probably be able to handle the rest.

[gregorbud]

Phew, you weren’t lying, you really got a lot of these things. I’ll work on getting rid of ‘em. Hopefully I don’t get caught. Last thing I need is an earful from Outis.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Good luck in that.

…I’d say you’re free to contact me if you need something, but I’m not sure if you can. If you ever manage to though, you got me to go to if you need. I’m sure all of Paradiso Railway would be willing to assist.

[gregorbud]

If I ever figure out how, I’ll take you up on that offer. I can’t speak for the rest of Limbus Company, but I’ll at least help you out if I can.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

I’ll keep that in mind.

[ He nods a bit, tips his hat, and reaches towards the screen on his side. With more flickering, violent and pulsing, the mirror closes. ]

[ The room is filled with the smell of electrical smoke. Guess it’s a calling card of this stuff. ]

[gregorbud]

[Static. Buzzing. A screen springs to life. An image slowly clears itself into focus, before the buzzing and violent flickering intensifies further.]

[The image almost seems to tear itself forth from the screen.]

[It's that other Sinner. What was his name again...?]

Gregor, it's Hyde.

[Ah that's his name.]

I... I need your help. I don't know anyone else I can turn to for this.

[ @pr-sinner-number-3 ]

What’s going on? You ok, bud?

[pr-sinner-number-3]

You uh, you could say that. We just have a… situation.

[ He holds something up to the camera. A shining, green little chamber. An ampule. A K-Corp Ampule. ]

So. Things have happened. And I was wondering if you knew how to get rid of a large quantity of these things that may or may not work.

[gregorbud]

Urhm, never had to get rid of those things before. What did you do? Why do you have so many?

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Long story. Tl;dr: K Corp might be heavily fragmented beyond recognition and may or may not have a vendetta against us in particular.

[gregorbud]

Heh, sounds like you’re making friends bud.

//He tries to joke to lighten the mood

Don’t suppose you have a backdoor you can throw them through? I’ve used ours to get rid of some abnormalities the anon buds have “gifted” me.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Uh…

[ He looks behind himself for a moment. ]

No. No, we don’t. Should probably get one installed though…

[gregorbud]

Guess you could try to send 'em to me and I could take care of it. I feel like I'd get in trouble if someone found out though.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Y-yeah that’s a good enough idea. Let’s… let’s try a small amount first, make sure it doesn’t go haywire or turn into an Abno or something.

[gregorbud]

Ah, yeah. Is that even possible?

Best case scenario it just disappears in the process, huh?

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Yeah. Hopefully it just does that. Here goes.

[ He reaches down, picks up a handful of the ampules (wow there really are a lot of these) and pauses for a moment. He just kind of guesses how this works, and sticks his hand to the screen. ]

[ Nothing stops him from sticking his arm through, directly in front of Gregor. He stops after realizing that though, out of sheer confusion. ]

[ His arm hovers there, sticking forth from the screen, fragmentary mirror shards floating around it. ]

[ that probably isn’t supposed to happen. ]

[gregorbud]

//He quickly takes the ampules from Hyde

That’s pretty weird, isn’t it? Makes this easier though.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Y-yeah.

[ He sounds strained. ]

This actually hurts a lot

Anyway you probably shouldn’t use those. They’re… they’re faulty. Maybe. Let’s not test it.

[gregorbud]

You alright?

//He looks at the ampules before carefully setting them on the floor

Wasn’t planning on trying ‘em out. Manager Bud might be able to revive me but I don’t want to make more work for them. It’s a real pain for both of us.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Yeah, it’s a hassle making copies for them.

[ He tears his arm back through the mirror, and shakes it out. ]

And yeah, I’m okay. Mostly. I’ve died before so it’s really not too bad. At least I’m not bleeding.

[gregorbud]

Copies?

//He asks, but doesn’t push for more information. Learning about other mirror worlds wasn’t really his thing.

Want me to stick my hand through this time? Only seems fair.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

I wouldn’t recommend it! It feels like sticking it into broken glass. It’s not pleasant.

Also I’m assuming your manager doesn’t just pile out a copy of you for the revivals.

[gregorbud]

Well someone's gotta do it if you've got more of those ampules, and I can't let you be the only one doing it.

Urhm, no, they just rewind us and put us back together, good as new.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

No, I insist, I can manage it. I’ll just pass some more through for now.

[ He picks up more ampules. ]

And yeah, that sounds much more convenient than our method. It takes a while, and is apparently very unpleasant.

[ He moves the ampules through. ]

[gregorbud]

If you insist...

//He takes the ampules, making a small pile on the floor next to him

Yeah, that, uh, sounds pretty unpleasant. Our method's pretty quick, but it puts Manager Bud through a lot of pain. I wonder if they've gotten used to it like we've gotten used to dying.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Our boss has a saying about it. “The next one’s the worst.”

[ He moves a few more handfuls through. ]

Damn, I need to get a crate or something for these.

But yeah. Definitely one of the things I’m most thankful for in my life, the revives. I’d probably have a bullet through my skull in a gutter somewhere if we didn’t get them.

[gregorbud]

You said it. I’m pretty good at surviving, but we would’ve been done for by now if we didn’t have Manager Bud around.

//The pile quickly grows larger and larger, spilling across the floor

Jeez, how many of these things do you have?

[pr-sinner-number-3]

A lot. A lot a lot. We’ve been pulling some stunts in ignorance.

Not sure how much I can say through the Mirror though. You guys aren’t currently in the throes of a Autodecapitation, so taboos are still in place for you.

…on that note, we never talked.

[ More handfuls. Then more. The floor is nearly covered by the things now. ]

I think that’s good for now. I’ll probably be able to handle the rest.

[gregorbud]

Phew, you weren’t lying, you really got a lot of these things. I’ll work on getting rid of ‘em. Hopefully I don’t get caught. Last thing I need is an earful from Outis.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Good luck in that.

…I’d say you’re free to contact me if you need something, but I’m not sure if you can. If you ever manage to though, you got me to go to if you need. I’m sure all of Paradiso Railway would be willing to assist.

[gregorbud]

[Static. Buzzing. A screen springs to life. An image slowly clears itself into focus, before the buzzing and violent flickering intensifies further.]

[The image almost seems to tear itself forth from the screen.]

[It's that other Sinner. What was his name again...?]

Gregor, it's Hyde.

[Ah that's his name.]

I... I need your help. I don't know anyone else I can turn to for this.

[ @pr-sinner-number-3 ]

What’s going on? You ok, bud?

[pr-sinner-number-3]

You uh, you could say that. We just have a… situation.

[ He holds something up to the camera. A shining, green little chamber. An ampule. A K-Corp Ampule. ]

So. Things have happened. And I was wondering if you knew how to get rid of a large quantity of these things that may or may not work.

[gregorbud]

Urhm, never had to get rid of those things before. What did you do? Why do you have so many?

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Long story. Tl;dr: K Corp might be heavily fragmented beyond recognition and may or may not have a vendetta against us in particular.

[gregorbud]

Heh, sounds like you’re making friends bud.

//He tries to joke to lighten the mood

Don’t suppose you have a backdoor you can throw them through? I’ve used ours to get rid of some abnormalities the anon buds have “gifted” me.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Uh…

[ He looks behind himself for a moment. ]

No. No, we don’t. Should probably get one installed though…

[gregorbud]

Guess you could try to send 'em to me and I could take care of it. I feel like I'd get in trouble if someone found out though.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Y-yeah that’s a good enough idea. Let’s… let’s try a small amount first, make sure it doesn’t go haywire or turn into an Abno or something.

[gregorbud]

Ah, yeah. Is that even possible?

Best case scenario it just disappears in the process, huh?

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Yeah. Hopefully it just does that. Here goes.

[ He reaches down, picks up a handful of the ampules (wow there really are a lot of these) and pauses for a moment. He just kind of guesses how this works, and sticks his hand to the screen. ]

[ Nothing stops him from sticking his arm through, directly in front of Gregor. He stops after realizing that though, out of sheer confusion. ]

[ His arm hovers there, sticking forth from the screen, fragmentary mirror shards floating around it. ]

[ that probably isn’t supposed to happen. ]

[gregorbud]

//He quickly takes the ampules from Hyde

That’s pretty weird, isn’t it? Makes this easier though.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Y-yeah.

[ He sounds strained. ]

This actually hurts a lot

Anyway you probably shouldn’t use those. They’re… they’re faulty. Maybe. Let’s not test it.

[gregorbud]

You alright?

//He looks at the ampules before carefully setting them on the floor

Wasn’t planning on trying ‘em out. Manager Bud might be able to revive me but I don’t want to make more work for them. It’s a real pain for both of us.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Yeah, it’s a hassle making copies for them.

[ He tears his arm back through the mirror, and shakes it out. ]

And yeah, I’m okay. Mostly. I’ve died before so it’s really not too bad. At least I’m not bleeding.

[gregorbud]

Copies?

//He asks, but doesn’t push for more information. Learning about other mirror worlds wasn’t really his thing.

Want me to stick my hand through this time? Only seems fair.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

I wouldn’t recommend it! It feels like sticking it into broken glass. It’s not pleasant.

Also I’m assuming your manager doesn’t just pile out a copy of you for the revivals.

[gregorbud]

Well someone's gotta do it if you've got more of those ampules, and I can't let you be the only one doing it.

Urhm, no, they just rewind us and put us back together, good as new.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

No, I insist, I can manage it. I’ll just pass some more through for now.

[ He picks up more ampules. ]

And yeah, that sounds much more convenient than our method. It takes a while, and is apparently very unpleasant.

[ He moves the ampules through. ]

[gregorbud]

If you insist...

//He takes the ampules, making a small pile on the floor next to him

Yeah, that, uh, sounds pretty unpleasant. Our method's pretty quick, but it puts Manager Bud through a lot of pain. I wonder if they've gotten used to it like we've gotten used to dying.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Our boss has a saying about it. “The next one’s the worst.”

[ He moves a few more handfuls through. ]

Damn, I need to get a crate or something for these.

But yeah. Definitely one of the things I’m most thankful for in my life, the revives. I’d probably have a bullet through my skull in a gutter somewhere if we didn’t get them.

[gregorbud]

You said it. I’m pretty good at surviving, but we would’ve been done for by now if we didn’t have Manager Bud around.

//The pile quickly grows larger and larger, spilling across the floor

Jeez, how many of these things do you have?

[pr-sinner-number-3]

A lot. A lot a lot. We’ve been pulling some stunts in ignorance.

Not sure how much I can say through the Mirror though. You guys aren’t currently in the throes of a Autodecapitation, so taboos are still in place for you.

…on that note, we never talked.

[ More handfuls. Then more. The floor is nearly covered by the things now. ]

I think that’s good for now. I’ll probably be able to handle the rest.

[gregorbud]

[Static. Buzzing. A screen springs to life. An image slowly clears itself into focus, before the buzzing and violent flickering intensifies further.]

[The image almost seems to tear itself forth from the screen.]

[It's that other Sinner. What was his name again...?]

Gregor, it's Hyde.

[Ah that's his name.]

I... I need your help. I don't know anyone else I can turn to for this.

[ @pr-sinner-number-3 ]

What’s going on? You ok, bud?

[pr-sinner-number-3]

You uh, you could say that. We just have a… situation.

[ He holds something up to the camera. A shining, green little chamber. An ampule. A K-Corp Ampule. ]

So. Things have happened. And I was wondering if you knew how to get rid of a large quantity of these things that may or may not work.

[gregorbud]

Urhm, never had to get rid of those things before. What did you do? Why do you have so many?

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Long story. Tl;dr: K Corp might be heavily fragmented beyond recognition and may or may not have a vendetta against us in particular.

[gregorbud]

Heh, sounds like you’re making friends bud.

//He tries to joke to lighten the mood

Don’t suppose you have a backdoor you can throw them through? I’ve used ours to get rid of some abnormalities the anon buds have “gifted” me.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Uh…

[ He looks behind himself for a moment. ]

No. No, we don’t. Should probably get one installed though…

[gregorbud]

Guess you could try to send 'em to me and I could take care of it. I feel like I'd get in trouble if someone found out though.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Y-yeah that’s a good enough idea. Let’s… let’s try a small amount first, make sure it doesn’t go haywire or turn into an Abno or something.

[gregorbud]

Ah, yeah. Is that even possible?

Best case scenario it just disappears in the process, huh?

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Yeah. Hopefully it just does that. Here goes.

[ He reaches down, picks up a handful of the ampules (wow there really are a lot of these) and pauses for a moment. He just kind of guesses how this works, and sticks his hand to the screen. ]

[ Nothing stops him from sticking his arm through, directly in front of Gregor. He stops after realizing that though, out of sheer confusion. ]

[ His arm hovers there, sticking forth from the screen, fragmentary mirror shards floating around it. ]

[ that probably isn’t supposed to happen. ]

[gregorbud]

//He quickly takes the ampules from Hyde

That’s pretty weird, isn’t it? Makes this easier though.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Y-yeah.

[ He sounds strained. ]

This actually hurts a lot

Anyway you probably shouldn’t use those. They’re… they’re faulty. Maybe. Let’s not test it.

[gregorbud]

You alright?

//He looks at the ampules before carefully setting them on the floor

Wasn’t planning on trying ‘em out. Manager Bud might be able to revive me but I don’t want to make more work for them. It’s a real pain for both of us.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Yeah, it’s a hassle making copies for them.

[ He tears his arm back through the mirror, and shakes it out. ]

And yeah, I’m okay. Mostly. I’ve died before so it’s really not too bad. At least I’m not bleeding.

[gregorbud]

Copies?

//He asks, but doesn’t push for more information. Learning about other mirror worlds wasn’t really his thing.

Want me to stick my hand through this time? Only seems fair.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

I wouldn’t recommend it! It feels like sticking it into broken glass. It’s not pleasant.

Also I’m assuming your manager doesn’t just pile out a copy of you for the revivals.

[gregorbud]

Well someone's gotta do it if you've got more of those ampules, and I can't let you be the only one doing it.

Urhm, no, they just rewind us and put us back together, good as new.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

No, I insist, I can manage it. I’ll just pass some more through for now.

[ He picks up more ampules. ]

And yeah, that sounds much more convenient than our method. It takes a while, and is apparently very unpleasant.

[ He moves the ampules through. ]

[gregorbud]

If you insist...

//He takes the ampules, making a small pile on the floor next to him

Yeah, that, uh, sounds pretty unpleasant. Our method's pretty quick, but it puts Manager Bud through a lot of pain. I wonder if they've gotten used to it like we've gotten used to dying.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Our boss has a saying about it. “The next one’s the worst.”

[ He moves a few more handfuls through. ]

Damn, I need to get a crate or something for these.

But yeah. Definitely one of the things I’m most thankful for in my life, the revives. I’d probably have a bullet through my skull in a gutter somewhere if we didn’t get them.

[gregorbud]

[Static. Buzzing. A screen springs to life. An image slowly clears itself into focus, before the buzzing and violent flickering intensifies further.]

[The image almost seems to tear itself forth from the screen.]

[It's that other Sinner. What was his name again...?]

Gregor, it's Hyde.

[Ah that's his name.]

I... I need your help. I don't know anyone else I can turn to for this.

[ @pr-sinner-number-3 ]

What’s going on? You ok, bud?

[pr-sinner-number-3]

You uh, you could say that. We just have a… situation.

[ He holds something up to the camera. A shining, green little chamber. An ampule. A K-Corp Ampule. ]

So. Things have happened. And I was wondering if you knew how to get rid of a large quantity of these things that may or may not work.

[gregorbud]

Urhm, never had to get rid of those things before. What did you do? Why do you have so many?

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Long story. Tl;dr: K Corp might be heavily fragmented beyond recognition and may or may not have a vendetta against us in particular.

[gregorbud]

Heh, sounds like you’re making friends bud.

//He tries to joke to lighten the mood

Don’t suppose you have a backdoor you can throw them through? I’ve used ours to get rid of some abnormalities the anon buds have “gifted” me.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Uh…

[ He looks behind himself for a moment. ]

No. No, we don’t. Should probably get one installed though…

[gregorbud]

Guess you could try to send 'em to me and I could take care of it. I feel like I'd get in trouble if someone found out though.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Y-yeah that’s a good enough idea. Let’s… let’s try a small amount first, make sure it doesn’t go haywire or turn into an Abno or something.

[gregorbud]

Ah, yeah. Is that even possible?

Best case scenario it just disappears in the process, huh?

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Yeah. Hopefully it just does that. Here goes.

[ He reaches down, picks up a handful of the ampules (wow there really are a lot of these) and pauses for a moment. He just kind of guesses how this works, and sticks his hand to the screen. ]

[ Nothing stops him from sticking his arm through, directly in front of Gregor. He stops after realizing that though, out of sheer confusion. ]

[ His arm hovers there, sticking forth from the screen, fragmentary mirror shards floating around it. ]

[ that probably isn’t supposed to happen. ]

[gregorbud]

//He quickly takes the ampules from Hyde

That’s pretty weird, isn’t it? Makes this easier though.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Y-yeah.

[ He sounds strained. ]

This actually hurts a lot

Anyway you probably shouldn’t use those. They’re… they’re faulty. Maybe. Let’s not test it.

[gregorbud]

You alright?

//He looks at the ampules before carefully setting them on the floor

Wasn’t planning on trying ‘em out. Manager Bud might be able to revive me but I don’t want to make more work for them. It’s a real pain for both of us.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Yeah, it’s a hassle making copies for them.

[ He tears his arm back through the mirror, and shakes it out. ]

And yeah, I’m okay. Mostly. I’ve died before so it’s really not too bad. At least I’m not bleeding.

[gregorbud]

Copies?

//He asks, but doesn’t push for more information. Learning about other mirror worlds wasn’t really his thing.

Want me to stick my hand through this time? Only seems fair.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

I wouldn’t recommend it! It feels like sticking it into broken glass. It’s not pleasant.

Also I’m assuming your manager doesn’t just pile out a copy of you for the revivals.

[gregorbud]

Well someone's gotta do it if you've got more of those ampules, and I can't let you be the only one doing it.

Urhm, no, they just rewind us and put us back together, good as new.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

No, I insist, I can manage it. I’ll just pass some more through for now.

[ He picks up more ampules. ]

And yeah, that sounds much more convenient than our method. It takes a while, and is apparently very unpleasant.

[ He moves the ampules through. ]

[sinner-14-information-team]

[ An unused screen shakes for a moment. It turns on entirely on its own, and shakes further. Flashes and sparks shoot off from it before it erupts into light and static, which focuses down into a projected image. A man sits on a chair, in a cold, metal room. Dressed in a suit, adorned with a top hat and face covering mask. He holds a glowing capsule, shimmering an odd green coloration. A K-Corp Ampule, if you know what that is. He speaks. ]

Hey, Gregor I-

[ He notices no one on the other side of the screen he recognizes, and flinches back, almost dropping the fragile ampule. After some flipping of the very valuable thing, he catches it. ]

S-so sorry about this! This mirror technology isn’t exactly… precise. Even after improvements, evidently.

[ @pr-sinner-number-3 ]

"Quite alright, my friend!~ But what do you need help with? Since that seems to be a K-Corp ampule." Was said, carefully shifting in his seat as the rats shifted around happily.

"But I will transfer you to Gregor though."

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Oh uh, this? Is…

[ He pauses. ]

Is that what this is?

[sinner-14-information-team]

"Indeed it is! A K-Corp Healing Ampule! What they're known for really. Or it maybe the version that dissolves instead. One of the two."

[pr-sinner-number-3]

The version that does what

[ The man on the other side of the mirror speaks in abject confusion. ]

[sinner-14-information-team]

"Are you not aware of K-Corp having such ampules for intruders? They use those to prevent intruders further. You really don't know the other ampule?" Was asked, clearly confused in that manner.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

I, uh, picked it up off a corpse. Wanted to ask what it was. Never been to K Corp myself.

[ Under the mask, he’s nervous. His voice, trained over enough pdas to keep him seeming cool for at least another hour, doesn’t betray his feelings though. Another good reason to keep this thing on. ]

[sinner-14-information-team]

"Alrighty. If it was on a corpse, then it was likely the Healing Ampule version." Was said happily, soon moving to hold one of the rats on him currently.

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Right. At least it isn’t the… “dissolves you” version.

[ He lightly holds the ampule, moving it down to something out of frame. ]

Thanks for informing me, uh… didn’t catch your name yet, if you don’t mind me asking.

[sinner-14-information-team]

"Call me Pierrot. Sinner 14th of one of the many mirror worlds.~"

A smile crossed his features, a little sharp before Pierrot spoke again.

"Do tell Gregor I say hello, and that I'll be along not long now."

[pr-sinner-number-3]

Can do, friend. I’m Hyde. It’s a pleasure.

[ He nods, slightly. ]