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(eyes knocks out your door once more though they appear to be in worse condition than before it seems their affliction has worsened most of their body now covered in eyeballs with only their left arm and legs even resembling something human anymore and you see scattered around the ground some papers with your name scrawled all over them in messy writing)

@many-eyed-husk

{Pat was on a Coughing fit, but as soon as it finally stopped, they wiped the tar off their face the best she could before approaching the door.}

{Pat's vision starts to see eyes on the walls, within the smoke itself, and on the door. This doesn't really bother Pat too much, somewhat still acting normal as usual, knowing it's just more hallucinations at first.}

{Pat looks through the peephole. Immediate concern rises, worried about Eyes.}

``...Beholder?``

{Pat scans everything they are seeing. She thinks Eyes might need urgent help.}

``...Wrongly fated?``

{Pat asks Eyes what's wrong. His hand rests on the door knob, preparing to open the door.}

(Eyes attempts to write through great difficulty they managed to write) “eym sory pat pat pat pat sory eym nut dohig ghod”

{Pat nods, even though it can't be seen as smoke's covering the peephole.}

{The door opens halfway.}

``The smolder decaying.. understanding. Thou.. hurting, nor... losing selflessness to fishes?``

{Pat asks if Eyes is in pain, or if they are losing their sanity, perhaps even both?}

(they write) “hurt”

(you see tears well up in some of their eyes)

{Pat's hands fidget for a moment before fully opening the door. They almost went in for a hug, but paused. He felt uncertain if Eyes would only feel even more pain from it or not, so she decides not to do it.}

{Instead, the smoke in the room searches around for any spare medical supplies. Having not found anything yet, Pat tries to figure out what happened.}

``The smolder... pondering linger wonder. How.. this.. cameras being?``

{Pat asks Eyes what happened, how Eyes got more cursed than before.}

(they write) “whindo persn make mi luk”

{Pat nods.}

``...Eyes seeing... seen.``

{Finally, medicinal items emerge from the smoke, flowing along as it lands in Pat's hands.}

``Cornered fever destory, destroyed? Nor.. might one handle candle dying, drying?``

{Pat asks if Eyes needs help with the pain or if they can handle it by themselves.}

(Eyes uses their one hand to grab the medical supplies but simply held them doing nothing with them. Eyes walks up to you)

{Pat's confused, head tilting to the side.}

``The... Beholder? Wrongful spectacular spector vocals?``

{She asks if he said something wrong. Something feels off, but Pat is unsure as to what exactly. It's barely noticable, but Pat's body moves slightly back, almost as if moving away from Eyes as they approach.}

{The smoke's colors change to grey and orange.}

(Noticing that you took a step back eyes also backs up nearly falling in the process, they look sad from your action)

{Pat seems to be feeling awkward, unsure on what to do in this situation.}

{The smoke within the room guide themselves behind Eyes' back, almost as if trying to make sure they don't fall.}

{The silence continues on for 2 minutes before Pat speaks.}

``..Applessauce crazed forgiving. One.. opening thine, thy bygone visionary work?``

{Pat apologizes before asking Eyes if they just want Pat to see too. To.. know what it looked like outside, how it felt. Or they might be asking something completely different. They seem to be.. trustful of what Eyes does?}

{Pat suddenly darts his head around the room, hearing something spoken to them as more eyes appear within their vision. It's unclear on what she was hearing.}

``Ah.. so. Ah so, completed brain standing. Yes yes, cheese.``

(Eyes shakes their head seemingly a no to your question)

(they wave to the door seemingly asking if they could come in)

{The smoke's colors change to green, yellow and blue.}

{Pat nods, trying to welcome Eyes inside, though they seem more distracted with whatever else he is hearing, mumbling.}

``Cheem...Chemicals cherished. Yes yes, knowing berries.``

(Eyes tilts what’s left of their head seemingly wondering what you are talking to)

(Eyes walks inside though nearly falls over multiple times)

{Pat's muttering to themselves continue on for a few seconds before glancing back at Eyes. Noticing their balancing being wobbly, Pat watches Eyes' movement, as if making sure they don't accidentally fall over.}

{Smoke seems to be guiding Eyes' balance, ever so lightly keeping them from falling backwards.}

{A hum emanates from Pat.}

``...Unfathomable LEGACIES.``

{It's unclear on what Pat meant by this.}

(Eyes walks closer to you and tilts their head seemingly asking something though you can’t tell what)

{It takes Pat a few seconds to respond.}

``...Hhhhangry visionary lead.``

{Pat's fingers twitch, tapping the top of his knuckles.}

``Valuable valve points, garbled garlic garment. Yes no, mayhaps so COUPLED FISHMEN. - Non..sense.``

{Pat is unsure on what Eyes might be asking her, hoping to figure it out. Pat points at themselves.}

``...Complexion?``

{Pat asks if Eyes is concerned about her or what they were talking about.}

(They nod?

{Pat hums in understanding.}

``Low graded, none canceled fathom.``

{Pat says it's nothing to worry about, trying to explain himself.}

``Fine print, THE FINE PRINT, print print...``

{Pat seemingly points at.. something, or rather, at the wall, though there's too much smoke in the way to tell.}

``Peeker Jeeper, knocking hollow confinements. - Poke poke, there? - Whichever can whisper mangled conventions.``

{Pat claims she was talking to some kind of Large Eyeball next door, explaining that they often like to conversate with each other.}

(Eyes nods in understanding)

(they seem to be tired)

#the smoke grows.#look outside oc #lorp #look outside roleplay #☆a little warm up doodle of Pat so that i can draw them more often :3☆#tw eyestrain

{Pat notices this, deciding to leave for a few minutes to grab something.}

......

....

{Pat emerges from the smoke, holding a folded blanket and pillow in his arms.}

``Celler, called, nailed feet rest?``

{Pat is offering Eyes a place to sleep, if they choose to.}

``Playing after playing, after playing, mind kind NUMBERLESS. Code thy word, world, plant figure cover. - Amber chambered. - Going to beat, beat, going, WAKE UP MR SUNSHINE. - No head, tear, gobbled up dream.``

@many-eyed-husk

{Pat was on a Coughing fit, but as soon as it finally stopped, they wiped the tar off their face the best she could before approaching the door.}

{Pat looks through the peephole. Immediate concern rises, worried about Eyes.}

``...Beholder?``

{Pat scans everything they are seeing. She thinks Eyes might need urgent help.}

``...Wrongly fated?``

{Pat asks Eyes what's wrong. His hand rests on the door knob, preparing to open the door.}

(Eyes attempts to write through great difficulty they managed to write) “eym sory pat pat pat pat sory eym nut dohig ghod”

{Pat nods, even though it can't be seen as smoke's covering the peephole.}

{The door opens halfway.}

``The smolder decaying.. understanding. Thou.. hurting, nor... losing selflessness to fishes?``

{Pat asks if Eyes is in pain, or if they are losing their sanity, perhaps even both?}

(they write) “hurt”

(you see tears well up in some of their eyes)

{Instead, the smoke in the room searches around for any spare medical supplies. Having not found anything yet, Pat tries to figure out what happened.}

``The smolder... pondering linger wonder. How.. this.. cameras being?``

{Pat asks Eyes what happened, how Eyes got more cursed than before.}

(they write) “whindo persn make mi luk”

{Pat nods.}

``...Eyes seeing... seen.``

{Finally, medicinal items emerge from the smoke, flowing along as it lands in Pat's hands.}

``Cornered fever destory, destroyed? Nor.. might one handle candle dying, drying?``

{Pat asks if Eyes needs help with the pain or if they can handle it by themselves.}

(Eyes uses their one hand to grab the medical supplies but simply held them doing nothing with them. Eyes walks up to you)

{Pat's confused, head tilting to the side.}

``The... Beholder? Wrongful spectacular spector vocals?``

{The smoke's colors change to grey and orange.}

(Noticing that you took a step back eyes also backs up nearly falling in the process, they look sad from your action)

{Pat seems to be feeling awkward, unsure on what to do in this situation.}

{The smoke within the room guide themselves behind Eyes' back, almost as if trying to make sure they don't fall.}

{The silence continues on for 2 minutes before Pat speaks.}

``..Applessauce crazed forgiving. One.. opening thine, thy bygone visionary work?``

{Pat suddenly darts his head around the room, hearing something spoken to them as more eyes appear within their vision. It's unclear on what she was hearing.}

``Ah.. so. Ah so, completed brain standing. Yes yes, cheese.``

(Eyes shakes their head seemingly a no to your question)

(they wave to the door seemingly asking if they could come in)

{The smoke's colors change to green, yellow and blue.}

{Pat nods, trying to welcome Eyes inside, though they seem more distracted with whatever else he is hearing, mumbling.}

``Cheem...Chemicals cherished. Yes yes, knowing berries.``

(Eyes tilts what’s left of their head seemingly wondering what you are talking to)

(Eyes walks inside though nearly falls over multiple times)

{Smoke seems to be guiding Eyes' balance, ever so lightly keeping them from falling backwards.}

{A hum emanates from Pat.}

``...Unfathomable LEGACIES.``

{It's unclear on what Pat meant by this.}

(Eyes walks closer to you and tilts their head seemingly asking something though you can’t tell what)

{It takes Pat a few seconds to respond.}

``...Hhhhangry visionary lead.``

{Pat's fingers twitch, tapping the top of his knuckles.}

``Valuable valve points, garbled garlic garment. Yes no, mayhaps so COUPLED FISHMEN. - Non..sense.``

{Pat is unsure on what Eyes might be asking her, hoping to figure it out. Pat points at themselves.}

``...Complexion?``

{Pat asks if Eyes is concerned about her or what they were talking about.}

(They nod?

{Pat hums in understanding.}

``Low graded, none canceled fathom.``

{Pat says it's nothing to worry about, trying to explain himself.}

``Fine print, THE FINE PRINT, print print...``

{Pat seemingly points at.. something, or rather, at the wall, though there's too much smoke in the way to tell.}

``Peeker Jeeper, knocking hollow confinements. - Poke poke, there? - Whichever can whisper mangled conventions.``

{Pat claims she was talking to some kind of Large Eyeball next door, explaining that they often like to conversate with each other.}

@many-eyed-husk

{Pat was on a Coughing fit, but as soon as it finally stopped, they wiped the tar off their face the best she could before approaching the door.}

{Pat looks through the peephole. Immediate concern rises, worried about Eyes.}

``...Beholder?``

{Pat scans everything they are seeing. She thinks Eyes might need urgent help.}

``...Wrongly fated?``

{Pat asks Eyes what's wrong. His hand rests on the door knob, preparing to open the door.}

(Eyes attempts to write through great difficulty they managed to write) “eym sory pat pat pat pat sory eym nut dohig ghod”

{Pat nods, even though it can't be seen as smoke's covering the peephole.}

{The door opens halfway.}

``The smolder decaying.. understanding. Thou.. hurting, nor... losing selflessness to fishes?``

{Pat asks if Eyes is in pain, or if they are losing their sanity, perhaps even both?}

(they write) “hurt”

(you see tears well up in some of their eyes)

{Instead, the smoke in the room searches around for any spare medical supplies. Having not found anything yet, Pat tries to figure out what happened.}

``The smolder... pondering linger wonder. How.. this.. cameras being?``

{Pat asks Eyes what happened, how Eyes got more cursed than before.}

(they write) “whindo persn make mi luk”

{Pat nods.}

``...Eyes seeing... seen.``

{Finally, medicinal items emerge from the smoke, flowing along as it lands in Pat's hands.}

``Cornered fever destory, destroyed? Nor.. might one handle candle dying, drying?``

{Pat asks if Eyes needs help with the pain or if they can handle it by themselves.}

(Eyes uses their one hand to grab the medical supplies but simply held them doing nothing with them. Eyes walks up to you)

{Pat's confused, head tilting to the side.}

``The... Beholder? Wrongful spectacular spector vocals?``

{The smoke's colors change to grey and orange.}

(Noticing that you took a step back eyes also backs up nearly falling in the process, they look sad from your action)

{Pat seems to be feeling awkward, unsure on what to do in this situation.}

{The smoke within the room guide themselves behind Eyes' back, almost as if trying to make sure they don't fall.}

{The silence continues on for 2 minutes before Pat speaks.}

``..Applessauce crazed forgiving. One.. opening thine, thy bygone visionary work?``

{Pat suddenly darts his head around the room, hearing something spoken to them as more eyes appear within their vision. It's unclear on what she was hearing.}

``Ah.. so. Ah so, completed brain standing. Yes yes, cheese.``

(Eyes shakes their head seemingly a no to your question)

(they wave to the door seemingly asking if they could come in)

{The smoke's colors change to green, yellow and blue.}

{Pat nods, trying to welcome Eyes inside, though they seem more distracted with whatever else he is hearing, mumbling.}

``Cheem...Chemicals cherished. Yes yes, knowing berries.``

(Eyes tilts what’s left of their head seemingly wondering what you are talking to)

(Eyes walks inside though nearly falls over multiple times)

{Smoke seems to be guiding Eyes' balance, ever so lightly keeping them from falling backwards.}

{A hum emanates from Pat.}

``...Unfathomable LEGACIES.``

{It's unclear on what Pat meant by this.}

(Eyes walks closer to you and tilts their head seemingly asking something though you can’t tell what)

{It takes Pat a few seconds to respond.}

``...Hhhhangry visionary lead.``

{Pat's fingers twitch, tapping the top of his knuckles.}

``Valuable valve points, garbled garlic garment. Yes no, mayhaps so COUPLED FISHMEN. - Non..sense.``

{Pat is unsure on what Eyes might be asking her, hoping to figure it out. Pat points at themselves.}

``...Complexion?``

{Pat asks if Eyes is concerned about her or what they were talking about.}

#the smoke grows.#lorp

@many-eyed-husk

{Pat was on a Coughing fit, but as soon as it finally stopped, they wiped the tar off their face the best she could before approaching the door.}

{Pat looks through the peephole. Immediate concern rises, worried about Eyes.}

``...Beholder?``

{Pat scans everything they are seeing. She thinks Eyes might need urgent help.}

``...Wrongly fated?``

{Pat asks Eyes what's wrong. His hand rests on the door knob, preparing to open the door.}

(Eyes attempts to write through great difficulty they managed to write) “eym sory pat pat pat pat sory eym nut dohig ghod”

{Pat nods, even though it can't be seen as smoke's covering the peephole.}

{The door opens halfway.}

``The smolder decaying.. understanding. Thou.. hurting, nor... losing selflessness to fishes?``

{Pat asks if Eyes is in pain, or if they are losing their sanity, perhaps even both?}

(they write) “hurt”

(you see tears well up in some of their eyes)

{Instead, the smoke in the room searches around for any spare medical supplies. Having not found anything yet, Pat tries to figure out what happened.}

``The smolder... pondering linger wonder. How.. this.. cameras being?``

{Pat asks Eyes what happened, how Eyes got more cursed than before.}

(they write) “whindo persn make mi luk”

{Pat nods.}

``...Eyes seeing... seen.``

{Finally, medicinal items emerge from the smoke, flowing along as it lands in Pat's hands.}

``Cornered fever destory, destroyed? Nor.. might one handle candle dying, drying?``

{Pat asks if Eyes needs help with the pain or if they can handle it by themselves.}

(Eyes uses their one hand to grab the medical supplies but simply held them doing nothing with them. Eyes walks up to you)

{Pat's confused, head tilting to the side.}

``The... Beholder? Wrongful spectacular spector vocals?``

{The smoke's colors change to grey and orange.}

(Noticing that you took a step back eyes also backs up nearly falling in the process, they look sad from your action)

{Pat seems to be feeling awkward, unsure on what to do in this situation.}

{The smoke within the room guide themselves behind Eyes' back, almost as if trying to make sure they don't fall.}

{The silence continues on for 2 minutes before Pat speaks.}

``..Applessauce crazed forgiving. One.. opening thine, thy bygone visionary work?``

{Pat suddenly darts his head around the room, hearing something spoken to them as more eyes appear within their vision. It's unclear on what she was hearing.}

``Ah.. so. Ah so, completed brain standing. Yes yes, cheese.``

(Eyes shakes their head seemingly a no to your question)

(they wave to the door seemingly asking if they could come in)

{The smoke's colors change to green, yellow and blue.}

{Pat nods, trying to welcome Eyes inside, though they seem more distracted with whatever else he is hearing, mumbling.}

``Cheem...Chemicals cherished. Yes yes, knowing berries.``

(Eyes tilts what’s left of their head seemingly wondering what you are talking to)

(Eyes walks inside though nearly falls over multiple times)

{Smoke seems to be guiding Eyes' balance, ever so lightly keeping them from falling backwards.}

{A hum emanates from Pat.}

``...Unfathomable LEGACIES.``

{It's unclear on what Pat meant by this.}

@many-eyed-husk

{Pat was on a Coughing fit, but as soon as it finally stopped, they wiped the tar off their face the best she could before approaching the door.}

{Pat looks through the peephole. Immediate concern rises, worried about Eyes.}

``...Beholder?``

{Pat scans everything they are seeing. She thinks Eyes might need urgent help.}

``...Wrongly fated?``

{Pat asks Eyes what's wrong. His hand rests on the door knob, preparing to open the door.}

(Eyes attempts to write through great difficulty they managed to write) “eym sory pat pat pat pat sory eym nut dohig ghod”

{Pat nods, even though it can't be seen as smoke's covering the peephole.}

{The door opens halfway.}

``The smolder decaying.. understanding. Thou.. hurting, nor... losing selflessness to fishes?``

{Pat asks if Eyes is in pain, or if they are losing their sanity, perhaps even both?}

(they write) “hurt”

(you see tears well up in some of their eyes)

{Instead, the smoke in the room searches around for any spare medical supplies. Having not found anything yet, Pat tries to figure out what happened.}

``The smolder... pondering linger wonder. How.. this.. cameras being?``

{Pat asks Eyes what happened, how Eyes got more cursed than before.}

(they write) “whindo persn make mi luk”

{Pat nods.}

``...Eyes seeing... seen.``

{Finally, medicinal items emerge from the smoke, flowing along as it lands in Pat's hands.}

``Cornered fever destory, destroyed? Nor.. might one handle candle dying, drying?``

{Pat asks if Eyes needs help with the pain or if they can handle it by themselves.}

(Eyes uses their one hand to grab the medical supplies but simply held them doing nothing with them. Eyes walks up to you)

{Pat's confused, head tilting to the side.}

``The... Beholder? Wrongful spectacular spector vocals?``

{The smoke's colors change to grey and orange.}

(Noticing that you took a step back eyes also backs up nearly falling in the process, they look sad from your action)

{Pat seems to be feeling awkward, unsure on what to do in this situation.}

{The smoke within the room guide themselves behind Eyes' back, almost as if trying to make sure they don't fall.}

{The silence continues on for 2 minutes before Pat speaks.}

``..Applessauce crazed forgiving. One.. opening thine, thy bygone visionary work?``

{Pat suddenly darts his head around the room, hearing something spoken to them as more eyes appear within their vision. It's unclear on what she was hearing.}

``Ah.. so. Ah so, completed brain standing. Yes yes, cheese.``

(Eyes shakes their head seemingly a no to your question)

(they wave to the door seemingly asking if they could come in)

{The smoke's colors change to green, yellow and blue.}

{Pat nods, trying to welcome Eyes inside, though they seem more distracted with whatever else he is hearing, mumbling.}

``Cheem...Chemicals cherished. Yes yes, knowing berries.``

@many-eyed-husk

{Pat was on a Coughing fit, but as soon as it finally stopped, they wiped the tar off their face the best she could before approaching the door.}

{Pat looks through the peephole. Immediate concern rises, worried about Eyes.}

``...Beholder?``

{Pat scans everything they are seeing. She thinks Eyes might need urgent help.}

``...Wrongly fated?``

{Pat asks Eyes what's wrong. His hand rests on the door knob, preparing to open the door.}

(Eyes attempts to write through great difficulty they managed to write) “eym sory pat pat pat pat sory eym nut dohig ghod”

{Pat nods, even though it can't be seen as smoke's covering the peephole.}

{The door opens halfway.}

``The smolder decaying.. understanding. Thou.. hurting, nor... losing selflessness to fishes?``

{Pat asks if Eyes is in pain, or if they are losing their sanity, perhaps even both?}

(they write) “hurt”

(you see tears well up in some of their eyes)

{Instead, the smoke in the room searches around for any spare medical supplies. Having not found anything yet, Pat tries to figure out what happened.}

``The smolder... pondering linger wonder. How.. this.. cameras being?``

{Pat asks Eyes what happened, how Eyes got more cursed than before.}

(they write) “whindo persn make mi luk”

{Pat nods.}

``...Eyes seeing... seen.``

{Finally, medicinal items emerge from the smoke, flowing along as it lands in Pat's hands.}

``Cornered fever destory, destroyed? Nor.. might one handle candle dying, drying?``

{Pat asks if Eyes needs help with the pain or if they can handle it by themselves.}

(Eyes uses their one hand to grab the medical supplies but simply held them doing nothing with them. Eyes walks up to you)

{Pat's confused, head tilting to the side.}

``The... Beholder? Wrongful spectacular spector vocals?``

{The smoke's colors change to grey and orange.}

(Noticing that you took a step back eyes also backs up nearly falling in the process, they look sad from your action)

{Pat seems to be feeling awkward, unsure on what to do in this situation.}

{The smoke within the room guide themselves behind Eyes' back, almost as if trying to make sure they don't fall.}

{The silence continues on for 2 minutes before Pat speaks.}

``..Applessauce crazed forgiving. One.. opening thine, thy bygone visionary work?``

{Pat suddenly darts his head around the room, hearing something spoken to them as more eyes appear within their vision. It's unclear on what she was hearing.}

``Ah.. so. Ah so, completed brain standing. Yes yes, cheese.``

@many-eyed-husk

{Pat was on a Coughing fit, but as soon as it finally stopped, they wiped the tar off their face the best she could before approaching the door.}

{Pat looks through the peephole. Immediate concern rises, worried about Eyes.}

``...Beholder?``

{Pat scans everything they are seeing. She thinks Eyes might need urgent help.}

``...Wrongly fated?``

{Pat asks Eyes what's wrong. His hand rests on the door knob, preparing to open the door.}

(Eyes attempts to write through great difficulty they managed to write) “eym sory pat pat pat pat sory eym nut dohig ghod”

{Pat nods, even though it can't be seen as smoke's covering the peephole.}

{The door opens halfway.}

``The smolder decaying.. understanding. Thou.. hurting, nor... losing selflessness to fishes?``

{Pat asks if Eyes is in pain, or if they are losing their sanity, perhaps even both?}

(they write) “hurt”

(you see tears well up in some of their eyes)

{Instead, the smoke in the room searches around for any spare medical supplies. Having not found anything yet, Pat tries to figure out what happened.}

``The smolder... pondering linger wonder. How.. this.. cameras being?``

{Pat asks Eyes what happened, how Eyes got more cursed than before.}

(they write) “whindo persn make mi luk”

{Pat nods.}

``...Eyes seeing... seen.``

{Finally, medicinal items emerge from the smoke, flowing along as it lands in Pat's hands.}

``Cornered fever destory, destroyed? Nor.. might one handle candle dying, drying?``

{Pat asks if Eyes needs help with the pain or if they can handle it by themselves.}

(Eyes uses their one hand to grab the medical supplies but simply held them doing nothing with them. Eyes walks up to you)

{Pat's confused, head tilting to the side.}

``The... Beholder? Wrongful spectacular spector vocals?``

{The smoke's colors change to grey and orange.}

@many-eyed-husk

{Pat was on a Coughing fit, but as soon as it finally stopped, they wiped the tar off their face the best she could before approaching the door.}

{Pat looks through the peephole. Immediate concern rises, worried about Eyes.}

``...Beholder?``

{Pat scans everything they are seeing. She thinks Eyes might need urgent help.}

``...Wrongly fated?``

{Pat asks Eyes what's wrong. His hand rests on the door knob, preparing to open the door.}

(Eyes attempts to write through great difficulty they managed to write) “eym sory pat pat pat pat sory eym nut dohig ghod”

{Pat nods, even though it can't be seen as smoke's covering the peephole.}

{The door opens halfway.}

``The smolder decaying.. understanding. Thou.. hurting, nor... losing selflessness to fishes?``

{Pat asks if Eyes is in pain, or if they are losing their sanity, perhaps even both?}

(they write) “hurt”

(you see tears well up in some of their eyes)

{Instead, the smoke in the room searches around for any spare medical supplies. Having not found anything yet, Pat tries to figure out what happened.}

``The smolder... pondering linger wonder. How.. this.. cameras being?``

{Pat asks Eyes what happened, how Eyes got more cursed than before.}

(they write) “whindo persn make mi luk”

{Pat nods.}

``...Eyes seeing... seen.``

{Finally, medicinal items emerge from the smoke, flowing along as it lands in Pat's hands.}

``Cornered fever destory, destroyed? Nor.. might one handle candle dying, drying?``

{Pat asks if Eyes needs help with the pain or if they can handle it by themselves.}

@many-eyed-husk

{Pat was on a Coughing fit, but as soon as it finally stopped, they wiped the tar off their face the best she could before approaching the door.}

{Pat looks through the peephole. Immediate concern rises, worried about Eyes.}

``...Beholder?``

{Pat scans everything they are seeing. She thinks Eyes might need urgent help.}

``...Wrongly fated?``

{Pat asks Eyes what's wrong. His hand rests on the door knob, preparing to open the door.}

(Eyes attempts to write through great difficulty they managed to write) “eym sory pat pat pat pat sory eym nut dohig ghod”

{Pat nods, even though it can't be seen as smoke's covering the peephole.}

{The door opens halfway.}

``The smolder decaying.. understanding. Thou.. hurting, nor... losing selflessness to fishes?``

{Pat asks if Eyes is in pain, or if they are losing their sanity, perhaps even both?}

(they write) “hurt”

(you see tears well up in some of their eyes)

{Instead, the smoke in the room searches around for any spare medical supplies. Having not found anything yet, Pat tries to figure out what happened.}

``The smolder... pondering linger wonder. How.. this.. cameras being?``

{Pat asks Eyes what happened, how Eyes got more cursed than before.}

@many-eyed-husk

{Pat was on a Coughing fit, but as soon as it finally stopped, they wiped the tar off their face the best she could before approaching the door.}

{Pat looks through the peephole. Immediate concern rises, worried about Eyes.}

``...Beholder?``

{Pat scans everything they are seeing. She thinks Eyes might need urgent help.}

``...Wrongly fated?``

{Pat asks Eyes what's wrong. His hand rests on the door knob, preparing to open the door.}

(Eyes attempts to write through great difficulty they managed to write) “eym sory pat pat pat pat sory eym nut dohig ghod”

{Pat nods, even though it can't be seen as smoke's covering the peephole.}

{The door opens halfway.}

``The smolder decaying.. understanding. Thou.. hurting, nor... losing selflessness to fishes?``

{Pat asks if Eyes is in pain, or if they are losing their sanity, perhaps even both?}

Eyes knocks on your door once more looking through the peephole you see that their eyes are intently focused on the door instead of glazed over like last time they seen to be holding a tray of something

@eyes-the-cursed

{Pat slowly approaches the door. The smoke's colors at first turn yellow, black and red.}

``Eye of.. the.. - FABRIC CLASSIFICAT-..``

{He paused. Noticing the other details, they feel.. confused. Is she hallucinating again? Or is this actually..}

``...``

{The door lightly creaks open a bit.}

(the tray seems to have cookies on it, eyes blinks with a few of their eyes seemingly a hello)

{The smoke's colors glow brighter. He analyzes Eyes. Pat doesn't move for at least a minute, as she seems hesitant to approach further.}

``...Beholder?``

(sense their hands are occupied they nod)

{Pat still stays here for a moment.}

``...``

{Parts of the smoke lightly lifts the tray out of Eyes' grasp, ajusting it to the side. It seems Pat is waiting for a note to read, if they have any available.}

(they take out some paper before kneeling to the floor to get a solid surface) “hey sorry are you angry at me? I didn’t have any eyedrops last time I came to your door and didn’t feel like stabbing myself so I had trouble writing” (the writing is nice and neat)

{Pat is... even more confused than before.}

{Maybe they were hallucinating during the second interaction after all, though some things didn't add up completely for this conclusion to make sense. However, he tries to rethink on this another time.}

{Pat, holding the paper, puts it off to the side as more smoke carries it away somewhere inside the room. Pat shakes her head.}

``...Deducted, not.. nailed, boiling red veins.``

{They aren't mad at Eyes. He glanced over at the floating tray. Pat was pretty distracted about earlier and didn't even notice the cookies until now.}

``..Mailed for.. the smolder?``

{They ask if the cookies are for Pat, pointing at herself.}

(they write) “I also went a bit crazy for a while but I’m better now and yes the cookies are for you”

{The smoke's colors ajust to slightly lighter hues, but yellow, black and red still remain, as if Pat's still wary throughout this interaction.}

``C-r-a-z-y?``

{The door widens a little more. As the tray floats, one of the cookies levitates off the tray, smoke grasping it, floating towards Pat. It twirls around the smoke slowly.}

``...Unconditional, unconfident, confinement. - What did Eye of the Beholder... BRAINIAC ITS WAY TO SLIPPED MEMORY, CRUSHED WHYS AND WOES, CONTORTED BOAT SHELLS?``

{Pat asks how and why Eyes went crazy, as Pat themselves are trying to wrap her head around what's been going on.}

(they write) “I guess I just lost myself my memory of it is fuzzy”

{Pat finally lets the door open completely. The levitating tray floats into the room. The smoke's colors go back to it's vibrant rainbow.}

``...Eye of the Beholder.``

{They sound concerned, worried. The floating cookie dissolves as it evaporates into the smoke, sounding like chicken cooking in a pan. Pat was eating it... somewhat.}

``... Grease and belief, coarl singing. - Eyelids flipping... flour baker?``

{Pat asks if Eyes bakes. She really enjoys the cookies, though sounded like he was going to say something completely different.}

(eyes nods before writing) “i know stuff like weed and other such things can cause hallucinations do you experience those?”

{Pat taps fingers on it's own face, ajusting some of the wrinkles.}

``...Grass sidewalks.``

{Pat confirms that they do experience hallucinations.}

``Pedaled roses, leaves, Carbondale. Foam collided, colliding. Seeping within the smolder.``

{He explains that weed-like substances have absorbed into their body along with the smoke, making it a permanent and daily experience, as far as Pat's aware.}

``The smolder... vanished trace in.. accepted cores.``

{Pat does not remember taking it, nor how it got within her system in the first place.}

(eyes runs off entering a nearby apartment in the door hallway before returning a few seconds later with some pill bottles that seemingly belonged to them it looks as though they are for hallucinations, it seems they are offering them to you)

{Pat is a bit flattered from this act of kindness, taking the pill bottles.}

``Kindled flames, smiled rabbits and knives, thanking thy in Beholdering, Beholder.``

{Pat tilts her head.}

``Scorching red feet walked on, gladly events fish eat too hopeful?``

{Pat asks how Eyes has been doing besides losing their mind momentarily.}

(they write) “I’m fine kind of hungry though and I think a rat bit me earlier and I got stabbed” (a few seconds after handing you the note eyes takes off their coat momentarily to show you a few eyeballs on their shirt around their stomach that are bleeding profusely)

{Pat stays still for a few seconds before floating back inside the smoke-filled room temporarily.}

{Minutes pass as noises of rustling can be heard inside.}

{Finally, Pat emerges from the smoke once more. She's holding what looks to be medicinal kit, with an extra pair of bandages.}

``... The smolder tinkered boxes, strange cups ingrained wood. - Eye of the Beholder has.. the bag? Nor should the smolder carry MR SPIDER'S UNWORTHY RAGE?``

{As smoke levitates the items towards Eyes, Pat asks if they can handle it themselves, or need help with stopping the bleeding.}

``Hardware casing... fired, fried, uncooked pleasantries. Attempts to harness, convince, burning, the smolder... eats sad crocodile tears. Grandfather iceblock holds, blessing disguised cockroaches?``

{Pat explains they are unsure about his own cooking skills, if she can even remember how to, but can still look for something they still have in the fridge if Eyes wanted to.}

(they take the supplies before setting them down and writing) “I don’t think I can eat since I don’t have a mouth”

(They then take the supplies and begin patching themselves up)

{Pat nods. They.. sorta forgot about that.}

{Most of their memories have still been a bit wack lately, especially with what happened a while ago.}

{Tar leaks out of his head as a Coughing fit starts.}

``Ravioli---...clay... HhGgG--hHH.. UHHHGGhHu--..``

(eyes flinches at the sudden noise but quickly recovers tearing a page out of their notebook and standing on their tiptoes attempting to wipe up the tar)

{Pat's hands pause before they were about to wipe the tar away themselves, noticing Eyes' attempts at cleaning the tar. He decides to let Eyes help, even if he didn't feel like they had to.}

{Pat levitates closer to the ground, feet touching the surface floor. Hoping it will help with reaching a bit closer to the tar, he slouches a little more.}

{Some sounds of wheezing and heavy breathing can be heard. She's trying to hold in more incoming coughs.}

(eyes continues attempting to wipe up the tar though stops for a moment to grab a rag out of their bag to deal with the tar)

{Pat coughs once more, more tar leaking. Though as soon as the note was switched out for a rag, it was noticably much easier to clean off of Pat's face. The wrinkles on Pat's face shifts and moves from the rag's movement.}

{It takes a bit of time, but the tar eventually vanishes.}

{Pat's breathing returns to normal. The smoke's colors change to blue, red and green.}

``Thou, thy... grateful.``

(eyes nods before waving towards the door seemingly saying can I come in)

{Pat simply hums in response, floating back within the smoke-filled room. They are welcoming Eyes to come in!}

{Nothing can be seen inside besides clouded smoke everywhere. It's unclear if there's even any furniture either, smoke obscuring the view.}

(Eyes walks in before pulling out their writing equipment) “how has your day been”

{As the door closes, Pat seems focused intensely on something else in the distance that can't be seen. It takes a little bit before Pat notices the notices the note.}

{Pat tilts her head.}

``... Coffee, Mocha, Michael Michigan... Michael Michael Michael. - Unusually, irregular, non-existent moment. Gulping senses, the smolder halter, falters possessive, possibly pollen, polluting pollution, bored molecules.``

{Pat has been having a more regular, normal day than usual. Pat sounds dissapointed from this.}

``Coped loss on cells, beautiful eyes. A name, a surprise. Rememberence...Shan't.``

{They float once more off the ground. It's hair is more noticably sparkling, looking akin to a galaxy.}

(eyes reaches their hand out to some of the most colorful parts of the smoke with their purple irises temporarily changing colors akin to that of the smoke seeming even glowing faintly though their eyes return to normal once they return their hands to their side)

{Pat notices this, though debates whether or not to mention this strange occurrence. At one hand, that was interesting to see, but on the other hand, doesn't want to sound rude asking questions about that.}

``...Thou, thy had neighboring nightmares?``

{Pat asks if anything else with Eyes has happened or not.}

(they write) “I met a computer person and I’m pretty sure a serial killer hates me now”

{A long, drawn out "hmmm" rings out from Pat.}

``...My, well my, oh my well, well. Interesting.``

{Their curiosity gets piqued.}

``Killer..? Computer? - How'd thou venture these fishes? - TUNA CASSEROLES ROCK AND ROLLED, ROMANIAN LIVER AND HEART BURN.``

{Pat asks about how they met, and why the.. "serial killer" hates them.}

(they write) “well I think it’s a misunderstanding, and I found a new method of communication”

{Ah, unfortunate. Pat taps on his face, moving the wrinkles again.}

``...Holy silence, divinity, of none to SCREAM AT? Handed mystic, wizardry?``

{Pat wondered what their only other form of communication was to warrant this misunderstanding. Was Eyes using sign language?}

(they type something into their phone before an automated voice reads out) them hating me and the new form of communication are two unrelated things and I don’t want to talk about what happened with them.

{The smoke's colors change to dark blue, black and white.}

{Pat scratches the back of his neck.}

``...Apollo gizmo hazy days... plight.``

{Pat apologizes, sounding embarrassed, feeling bad for pressing further on the matter.}

(eyes gives you a thumbs up seemingly meaning it’s fine)

{Pat nods.}

{They decide to ask what he was originally curious about.}

``Cornered hues, poke poke poke, painters lenses?``

{Pat asks if Eyes can change their eye color at will.}

(Eyes tilts their head seemingly a “huh?” It seems that they are unaware of what happened)

{Pat floats there for a second, confused. Was it more hallucinations again? Or does Eyes genuinely not know they can.. do that?}

{This intrigued Pat even further. A strange mystery that has yet to be solved.}

``...Palette wheels geared, within Eye of the Beholder's vision. Neigh, neighbor, not to... notice?``

{Pat seems to ask this more toward himself in a lower tone, having inner thoughts said out loud. Their hand rests on her chin, thinking.}

``Regarding, regardlessness. Quite sights of beholding.``

{Pat compliments Eyes' new.. eye colors, even though Eyes doesn't know what Pat was talking about.}

``Might... bees, beetle beens foolish smolder's lack of IDENTIFYING THE GOBSMACKED HATRED WITHIN RATS.``

{Pat tries to also say that it might have just been one of her hallucinations again, although Pat themselves are still unsure about this claim.}

(eyes writes) “as far as I know my eyes a purple?”

{The smoke's colors change back to it's normal rainbow colors.}

``...Tap. Tap tap. Minding nevertheless minders, hinders, binders... The smolder failed, frail skull fragmented.``

{Pat says nevermind, as another cookie emerges from the smoke. It floats within the smoke coming out of Pat's head, dissolving as Pat eats it... if you can even call that eating.}

``...Tap. Tap. Tapping the... tap tap. Tap. Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tick tock-- tap tap tap.``

(they write) “I actually have the computer person with me right now do you want to meet them?”

{Pat tilts their head. Slowly spinning, Pat's entire body lingers upside down temporarily.}

``Oh..? - Handly friendliest shakers demanded, cobbled, muddled, mighty thy, thou keen. - KRILLED KRILLED KRILL ONE IN A KRILLION LIGHT YEARS.``

{Pat's body returns to it's normal position as he nods. She'd be delighted to meet them.}

(eyes takes out a laptop with the casing having been popped open from pressure in a few locations and some blood vessels visible on it as well as the webcam having been turned into a eye on it’s screen is a pixelated eye)

(Eyes sets the laptop down before writing something and showing it to the computer)

“CC this is Pat they are a neighbor of mine” @cursedcryptography

cursedcryptography

it takes a moment for any response to come, as if the one on the other end of the connection was distracted by something. but after a couple seconds the pixelated eye on the laptop's screen blinks.

the eye-camera swivels around and the screen eye animates to match the movement. after a few seconds of looking around the room, the eye-camera settles on Pat and what sounds like a TTS voice begins to speak.

"ah shit, uh Hello there, i'm CC..."

"i uh... kinda missed the first bit of the conversation."

the webcam looks to the side before continuing,

"sorry. on the way over i was figuring out what i could do from this laptop, i even got the start of a soundboard going, but i got too sucked into the task and didnt realize how long i'd taken"

*awkward_cough.mp4*

(eyes writes a note before showing it to Pat) “Pat this is CC they also have trouble remembering anything before they looked outside though despite this they do remember more than me”

@psychedelicsmolder

``C-....C....Digital..``

{Trying to say CC's name normally seems to be a struggle for Pat, even though it's pretty short and simple. They try, but eventually it gets turned into a nickname instead.}

``Aaahh. Digital Beholder. - FEARFUL FEVERISHLY BEAR TIGERS OH MY. DANCING FLAMES CHOKE ON COPPER DREAMS.``

{Pat's fingers twitch as she points at the laptop screen, though not too close.}

{Smoke gathers around the laptop. It seems to be inspecting CC, curious about how they are able to function, lingering on the keyboards and screen.}

``Coiling coils... jumbled button questioner quizmasters. - Thou, thy being, Digital Beholder? Humbly humbled nor fired from baskets airing disappearing acts.``

{Pat asks CC about how they came to be... a laptop?}

``...Tap, tap tap, goes the wheel weasel.``

{Remnants of of the TTS Voice can be heard within Pat's voices as he talks.}

@cursedcryptography

cursedcryptography

CC's seems to mutter,

"...i have no clue how i understood that when the actual words made no sense..."

before replying to the question.

"i got cursed. i had my window open while i was replacing some parts in my PC, and then suddenly i got turned into my computer rig, desk and monitors and all."

the eye-cam looks down at the laptop and back up.

"as for the laptop, i'm pretty sure it isn't technically a part of me? i think? Eyes met me online & invited me over, and i am controlling the laptop remotely. but apparently i cause these weird fleshy mutations?"

a gif of a man shrugging plays on the laptop screen,

"i hadn't even realized this was something i caused until i connected to this laptop for the first time. i still don't really understand how i work." @psychedelicsmolder

(eyes writes) “yeah there was a whole process but eventually we succeeded in getting cc to this apartment building, cc wanted to learn about the copies of people”

(Ooc cc could you tag me too next time plz)

@psychedelicsmolder

@cursedcryptography

{Pat gently pokes the laptop screen.}

``...Digital Traveler.. Remarking markers killing bees.``

{Pat seems intrigued by this information. Tar slowly leaks of her head, although this time he isn't coughing. Pat also isn't really bothering to wipe it off now, as the tar moves along their wrinkly face.}

``The smolder loathes not, bathed bread. Combined edition sales, market nails retailing, tales... of many, to thy, might.. knowledge battle. - FOLDED LAUNDRY BURYING THEMSELVES SANDING CARBON ICELANDIC MILK.``

{Pat says they enjoy hearing others' experiences with how their new forms work, always curious to know more, even if not much information has been discovered yet. It's.. unclear on what they meant by "Icelandic Milk" though.}

``The smolder, therefore I am, smoldering, a new... awakening, therefore... being, smolder.``

{They're hand reaches out to the smoke, parts of it circling around their fingers. Pat says the smoke awakened something within Pat, as if finding something that has changed their perspective, and.. who they were as a whole.}

@eyes-the-cursed

@cursedcryptography

@many-eyed-husk

{Pat was on a Coughing fit, but as soon as it finally stopped, they wiped the tar off their face the best she could before approaching the door.}

{Pat looks through the peephole. Immediate concern rises, worried about Eyes.}

``...Beholder?``

{Pat scans everything they are seeing. She thinks Eyes might need urgent help.}

``...Wrongly fated?``

{Pat asks Eyes what's wrong. His hand rests on the door knob, preparing to open the door.}

#lorp #ooc asks #the smoke grows.

ooc ask. the way you write reminds me of the writing style that the SCP foundation's Surrealistics Department writes all its entries. and i love it.

i assume you're inspired by this, but if you're not, you might wanna check it out!!

(☆WAAAHHH THANK YOUUU TwT☆)

(☆Although I do know about SCP Foundation, I've never heard of Surrealistics Department before! I did take a look at SCP-4923 and I can see why it would remind of you of that qwq☆)

(☆My main inspiration was mainly just from music with nonsensical lyrics, like some of, or most of, Will Wood's songs. Aaand kinda just.. mixing a bunch of silly words together, mainly because thinking about logic and accuracy in sentences with a character like Pattie is pretty much non-existent lol-☆)

(☆Although I dont think my writing is all that great, this did give me a little boost of inspiration! Thanks for the ask!!! I'll keep this in mind while writingggg☆)

@eyes-the-cursed

{Pat slowly approaches the door. The smoke's colors at first turn yellow, black and red.}

``Eye of.. the.. - FABRIC CLASSIFICAT-..``

{He paused. Noticing the other details, they feel.. confused. Is she hallucinating again? Or is this actually..}

``...``

{The door lightly creaks open a bit.}

(the tray seems to have cookies on it, eyes blinks with a few of their eyes seemingly a hello)

{The smoke's colors glow brighter. He analyzes Eyes. Pat doesn't move for at least a minute, as she seems hesitant to approach further.}

``...Beholder?``

(sense their hands are occupied they nod)

{Pat still stays here for a moment.}

``...``

{Parts of the smoke lightly lifts the tray out of Eyes' grasp, ajusting it to the side. It seems Pat is waiting for a note to read, if they have any available.}

{Pat is... even more confused than before.}

{Pat, holding the paper, puts it off to the side as more smoke carries it away somewhere inside the room. Pat shakes her head.}

``...Deducted, not.. nailed, boiling red veins.``

{They aren't mad at Eyes. He glanced over at the floating tray. Pat was pretty distracted about earlier and didn't even notice the cookies until now.}

``..Mailed for.. the smolder?``

{They ask if the cookies are for Pat, pointing at herself.}

(they write) “I also went a bit crazy for a while but I’m better now and yes the cookies are for you”

{The smoke's colors ajust to slightly lighter hues, but yellow, black and red still remain, as if Pat's still wary throughout this interaction.}

``C-r-a-z-y?``

{The door widens a little more. As the tray floats, one of the cookies levitates off the tray, smoke grasping it, floating towards Pat. It twirls around the smoke slowly.}

``...Unconditional, unconfident, confinement. - What did Eye of the Beholder... BRAINIAC ITS WAY TO SLIPPED MEMORY, CRUSHED WHYS AND WOES, CONTORTED BOAT SHELLS?``

{Pat asks how and why Eyes went crazy, as Pat themselves are trying to wrap her head around what's been going on.}

(they write) “I guess I just lost myself my memory of it is fuzzy”

{Pat finally lets the door open completely. The levitating tray floats into the room. The smoke's colors go back to it's vibrant rainbow.}

``...Eye of the Beholder.``

{They sound concerned, worried. The floating cookie dissolves as it evaporates into the smoke, sounding like chicken cooking in a pan. Pat was eating it... somewhat.}

``... Grease and belief, coarl singing. - Eyelids flipping... flour baker?``

{Pat asks if Eyes bakes. She really enjoys the cookies, though sounded like he was going to say something completely different.}

(eyes nods before writing) “i know stuff like weed and other such things can cause hallucinations do you experience those?”

{Pat taps fingers on it's own face, ajusting some of the wrinkles.}

``...Grass sidewalks.``

{Pat confirms that they do experience hallucinations.}

``Pedaled roses, leaves, Carbondale. Foam collided, colliding. Seeping within the smolder.``

{He explains that weed-like substances have absorbed into their body along with the smoke, making it a permanent and daily experience, as far as Pat's aware.}

``The smolder... vanished trace in.. accepted cores.``

{Pat does not remember taking it, nor how it got within her system in the first place.}

{Pat is a bit flattered from this act of kindness, taking the pill bottles.}

``Kindled flames, smiled rabbits and knives, thanking thy in Beholdering, Beholder.``

{Pat tilts her head.}

``Scorching red feet walked on, gladly events fish eat too hopeful?``

{Pat asks how Eyes has been doing besides losing their mind momentarily.}

{Pat stays still for a few seconds before floating back inside the smoke-filled room temporarily.}

{Minutes pass as noises of rustling can be heard inside.}

{Finally, Pat emerges from the smoke once more. She's holding what looks to be medicinal kit, with an extra pair of bandages.}

``... The smolder tinkered boxes, strange cups ingrained wood. - Eye of the Beholder has.. the bag? Nor should the smolder carry MR SPIDER'S UNWORTHY RAGE?``

{As smoke levitates the items towards Eyes, Pat asks if they can handle it themselves, or need help with stopping the bleeding.}

{Pat explains they are unsure about his own cooking skills, if she can even remember how to, but can still look for something they still have in the fridge if Eyes wanted to.}

(they take the supplies before setting them down and writing) “I don’t think I can eat since I don’t have a mouth”

(They then take the supplies and begin patching themselves up)

{Pat nods. They.. sorta forgot about that.}

{Most of their memories have still been a bit wack lately, especially with what happened a while ago.}

{Tar leaks out of his head as a Coughing fit starts.}

``Ravioli---...clay... HhGgG--hHH.. UHHHGGhHu--..``

(eyes flinches at the sudden noise but quickly recovers tearing a page out of their notebook and standing on their tiptoes attempting to wipe up the tar)

{Pat's hands pause before they were about to wipe the tar away themselves, noticing Eyes' attempts at cleaning the tar. He decides to let Eyes help, even if he didn't feel like they had to.}

{Pat levitates closer to the ground, feet touching the surface floor. Hoping it will help with reaching a bit closer to the tar, he slouches a little more.}

{Some sounds of wheezing and heavy breathing can be heard. She's trying to hold in more incoming coughs.}

(eyes continues attempting to wipe up the tar though stops for a moment to grab a rag out of their bag to deal with the tar)

{It takes a bit of time, but the tar eventually vanishes.}

{Pat's breathing returns to normal. The smoke's colors change to blue, red and green.}

``Thou, thy... grateful.``

(eyes nods before waving towards the door seemingly saying can I come in)

{Pat simply hums in response, floating back within the smoke-filled room. They are welcoming Eyes to come in!}

{Nothing can be seen inside besides clouded smoke everywhere. It's unclear if there's even any furniture either, smoke obscuring the view.}

(Eyes walks in before pulling out their writing equipment) “how has your day been”

{As the door closes, Pat seems focused intensely on something else in the distance that can't be seen. It takes a little bit before Pat notices the notices the note.}

{Pat tilts her head.}

{Pat has been having a more regular, normal day than usual. Pat sounds dissapointed from this.}

``Coped loss on cells, beautiful eyes. A name, a surprise. Rememberence...Shan't.``

{They float once more off the ground. It's hair is more noticably sparkling, looking akin to a galaxy.}

``...Thou, thy had neighboring nightmares?``

{Pat asks if anything else with Eyes has happened or not.}

(they write) “I met a computer person and I’m pretty sure a serial killer hates me now”

{A long, drawn out "hmmm" rings out from Pat.}

``...My, well my, oh my well, well. Interesting.``

{Their curiosity gets piqued.}

``Killer..? Computer? - How'd thou venture these fishes? - TUNA CASSEROLES ROCK AND ROLLED, ROMANIAN LIVER AND HEART BURN.``

{Pat asks about how they met, and why the.. "serial killer" hates them.}

(they write) “well I think it’s a misunderstanding, and I found a new method of communication”

{Ah, unfortunate. Pat taps on his face, moving the wrinkles again.}

``...Holy silence, divinity, of none to SCREAM AT? Handed mystic, wizardry?``

{Pat wondered what their only other form of communication was to warrant this misunderstanding. Was Eyes using sign language?}

{The smoke's colors change to dark blue, black and white.}

{Pat scratches the back of his neck.}

``...Apollo gizmo hazy days... plight.``

{Pat apologizes, sounding embarrassed, feeling bad for pressing further on the matter.}

(eyes gives you a thumbs up seemingly meaning it’s fine)

{Pat nods.}

{They decide to ask what he was originally curious about.}

``Cornered hues, poke poke poke, painters lenses?``

{Pat asks if Eyes can change their eye color at will.}

(Eyes tilts their head seemingly a “huh?” It seems that they are unaware of what happened)

{Pat floats there for a second, confused. Was it more hallucinations again? Or does Eyes genuinely not know they can.. do that?}

{This intrigued Pat even further. A strange mystery that has yet to be solved.}

``...Palette wheels geared, within Eye of the Beholder's vision. Neigh, neighbor, not to... notice?``

{Pat seems to ask this more toward himself in a lower tone, having inner thoughts said out loud. Their hand rests on her chin, thinking.}

``Regarding, regardlessness. Quite sights of beholding.``

{Pat compliments Eyes' new.. eye colors, even though Eyes doesn't know what Pat was talking about.}

``Might... bees, beetle beens foolish smolder's lack of IDENTIFYING THE GOBSMACKED HATRED WITHIN RATS.``

{Pat tries to also say that it might have just been one of her hallucinations again, although Pat themselves are still unsure about this claim.}

(eyes writes) “as far as I know my eyes a purple?”

{The smoke's colors change back to it's normal rainbow colors.}

``...Tap. Tap tap. Minding nevertheless minders, hinders, binders... The smolder failed, frail skull fragmented.``

{Pat says nevermind, as another cookie emerges from the smoke. It floats within the smoke coming out of Pat's head, dissolving as Pat eats it... if you can even call that eating.}

``...Tap. Tap. Tapping the... tap tap. Tap. Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tick tock-- tap tap tap.``

(they write) “I actually have the computer person with me right now do you want to meet them?”

{Pat tilts their head. Slowly spinning, Pat's entire body lingers upside down temporarily.}

``Oh..? - Handly friendliest shakers demanded, cobbled, muddled, mighty thy, thou keen. - KRILLED KRILLED KRILL ONE IN A KRILLION LIGHT YEARS.``

{Pat's body returns to it's normal position as he nods. She'd be delighted to meet them.}

(Eyes sets the laptop down before writing something and showing it to the computer)

“CC this is Pat they are a neighbor of mine” @cursedcryptography

cursedcryptography

it takes a moment for any response to come, as if the one on the other end of the connection was distracted by something. but after a couple seconds the pixelated eye on the laptop's screen blinks.

"ah shit, uh Hello there, i'm CC..."

"i uh... kinda missed the first bit of the conversation."

the webcam looks to the side before continuing,

"sorry. on the way over i was figuring out what i could do from this laptop, i even got the start of a soundboard going, but i got too sucked into the task and didnt realize how long i'd taken"

*awkward_cough.mp4*

(eyes writes a note before showing it to Pat) “Pat this is CC they also have trouble remembering anything before they looked outside though despite this they do remember more than me”

@psychedelicsmolder

#☆not sure if im supposed to ping every single time :“)☆#☆let me know if thats needed or not!☆

``C-....C....Digital..``

{Trying to say CC's name normally seems to be a struggle for Pat, even though it's pretty short and simple. They try, but eventually it gets turned into a nickname instead.}

``Aaahh. Digital Beholder. - FEARFUL FEVERISHLY BEAR TIGERS OH MY. DANCING FLAMES CHOKE ON COPPER DREAMS.``

{Pat's fingers twitch as she points at the laptop screen, though not too close.}

{Smoke gathers around the laptop. It seems to be inspecting CC, curious about how they are able to function, lingering on the keyboards and screen.}

``Coiling coils... jumbled button questioner quizmasters. - Thou, thy being, Digital Beholder? Humbly humbled nor fired from baskets airing disappearing acts.``

{Pat asks CC about how they came to be... a laptop?}

``...Tap, tap tap, goes the wheel weasel.``

{Remnants of of the TTS Voice can be heard within Pat's voices as he talks.}

@cursedcryptography

@eyes-the-cursed

{Pat slowly approaches the door. The smoke's colors at first turn yellow, black and red.}

``Eye of.. the.. - FABRIC CLASSIFICAT-..``

{He paused. Noticing the other details, they feel.. confused. Is she hallucinating again? Or is this actually..}

``...``

{The door lightly creaks open a bit.}

(the tray seems to have cookies on it, eyes blinks with a few of their eyes seemingly a hello)

{The smoke's colors glow brighter. He analyzes Eyes. Pat doesn't move for at least a minute, as she seems hesitant to approach further.}

``...Beholder?``

(sense their hands are occupied they nod)

{Pat still stays here for a moment.}

``...``

{Parts of the smoke lightly lifts the tray out of Eyes' grasp, ajusting it to the side. It seems Pat is waiting for a note to read, if they have any available.}

{Pat is... even more confused than before.}

{Pat, holding the paper, puts it off to the side as more smoke carries it away somewhere inside the room. Pat shakes her head.}

``...Deducted, not.. nailed, boiling red veins.``

{They aren't mad at Eyes. He glanced over at the floating tray. Pat was pretty distracted about earlier and didn't even notice the cookies until now.}

``..Mailed for.. the smolder?``

{They ask if the cookies are for Pat, pointing at herself.}

(they write) “I also went a bit crazy for a while but I’m better now and yes the cookies are for you”

{The smoke's colors ajust to slightly lighter hues, but yellow, black and red still remain, as if Pat's still wary throughout this interaction.}

``C-r-a-z-y?``

{The door widens a little more. As the tray floats, one of the cookies levitates off the tray, smoke grasping it, floating towards Pat. It twirls around the smoke slowly.}

``...Unconditional, unconfident, confinement. - What did Eye of the Beholder... BRAINIAC ITS WAY TO SLIPPED MEMORY, CRUSHED WHYS AND WOES, CONTORTED BOAT SHELLS?``

{Pat asks how and why Eyes went crazy, as Pat themselves are trying to wrap her head around what's been going on.}

(they write) “I guess I just lost myself my memory of it is fuzzy”

{Pat finally lets the door open completely. The levitating tray floats into the room. The smoke's colors go back to it's vibrant rainbow.}

``...Eye of the Beholder.``

{They sound concerned, worried. The floating cookie dissolves as it evaporates into the smoke, sounding like chicken cooking in a pan. Pat was eating it... somewhat.}

``... Grease and belief, coarl singing. - Eyelids flipping... flour baker?``

{Pat asks if Eyes bakes. She really enjoys the cookies, though sounded like he was going to say something completely different.}

(eyes nods before writing) “i know stuff like weed and other such things can cause hallucinations do you experience those?”

{Pat taps fingers on it's own face, ajusting some of the wrinkles.}

``...Grass sidewalks.``

{Pat confirms that they do experience hallucinations.}

``Pedaled roses, leaves, Carbondale. Foam collided, colliding. Seeping within the smolder.``

{He explains that weed-like substances have absorbed into their body along with the smoke, making it a permanent and daily experience, as far as Pat's aware.}

``The smolder... vanished trace in.. accepted cores.``

{Pat does not remember taking it, nor how it got within her system in the first place.}

{Pat is a bit flattered from this act of kindness, taking the pill bottles.}

``Kindled flames, smiled rabbits and knives, thanking thy in Beholdering, Beholder.``

{Pat tilts her head.}

``Scorching red feet walked on, gladly events fish eat too hopeful?``

{Pat asks how Eyes has been doing besides losing their mind momentarily.}

{Pat stays still for a few seconds before floating back inside the smoke-filled room temporarily.}

{Minutes pass as noises of rustling can be heard inside.}

{Finally, Pat emerges from the smoke once more. She's holding what looks to be medicinal kit, with an extra pair of bandages.}

``... The smolder tinkered boxes, strange cups ingrained wood. - Eye of the Beholder has.. the bag? Nor should the smolder carry MR SPIDER'S UNWORTHY RAGE?``

{As smoke levitates the items towards Eyes, Pat asks if they can handle it themselves, or need help with stopping the bleeding.}

{Pat explains they are unsure about his own cooking skills, if she can even remember how to, but can still look for something they still have in the fridge if Eyes wanted to.}

(they take the supplies before setting them down and writing) “I don’t think I can eat since I don’t have a mouth”

(They then take the supplies and begin patching themselves up)

{Pat nods. They.. sorta forgot about that.}

{Most of their memories have still been a bit wack lately, especially with what happened a while ago.}

{Tar leaks out of his head as a Coughing fit starts.}

``Ravioli---...clay... HhGgG--hHH.. UHHHGGhHu--..``

(eyes flinches at the sudden noise but quickly recovers tearing a page out of their notebook and standing on their tiptoes attempting to wipe up the tar)

{Pat's hands pause before they were about to wipe the tar away themselves, noticing Eyes' attempts at cleaning the tar. He decides to let Eyes help, even if he didn't feel like they had to.}

{Pat levitates closer to the ground, feet touching the surface floor. Hoping it will help with reaching a bit closer to the tar, he slouches a little more.}

{Some sounds of wheezing and heavy breathing can be heard. She's trying to hold in more incoming coughs.}

(eyes continues attempting to wipe up the tar though stops for a moment to grab a rag out of their bag to deal with the tar)

{It takes a bit of time, but the tar eventually vanishes.}

{Pat's breathing returns to normal. The smoke's colors change to blue, red and green.}

``Thou, thy... grateful.``

(eyes nods before waving towards the door seemingly saying can I come in)

{Pat simply hums in response, floating back within the smoke-filled room. They are welcoming Eyes to come in!}

{Nothing can be seen inside besides clouded smoke everywhere. It's unclear if there's even any furniture either, smoke obscuring the view.}

(Eyes walks in before pulling out their writing equipment) “how has your day been”

{As the door closes, Pat seems focused intensely on something else in the distance that can't be seen. It takes a little bit before Pat notices the notices the note.}

{Pat tilts her head.}

{Pat has been having a more regular, normal day than usual. Pat sounds dissapointed from this.}

``Coped loss on cells, beautiful eyes. A name, a surprise. Rememberence...Shan't.``

{They float once more off the ground. It's hair is more noticably sparkling, looking akin to a galaxy.}

``...Thou, thy had neighboring nightmares?``

{Pat asks if anything else with Eyes has happened or not.}

(they write) “I met a computer person and I’m pretty sure a serial killer hates me now”

{A long, drawn out "hmmm" rings out from Pat.}

``...My, well my, oh my well, well. Interesting.``

{Their curiosity gets piqued.}

``Killer..? Computer? - How'd thou venture these fishes? - TUNA CASSEROLES ROCK AND ROLLED, ROMANIAN LIVER AND HEART BURN.``

{Pat asks about how they met, and why the.. "serial killer" hates them.}

(they write) “well I think it’s a misunderstanding, and I found a new method of communication”

{Ah, unfortunate. Pat taps on his face, moving the wrinkles again.}

``...Holy silence, divinity, of none to SCREAM AT? Handed mystic, wizardry?``

{Pat wondered what their only other form of communication was to warrant this misunderstanding. Was Eyes using sign language?}

{The smoke's colors change to dark blue, black and white.}

{Pat scratches the back of his neck.}

``...Apollo gizmo hazy days... plight.``

{Pat apologizes, sounding embarrassed, feeling bad for pressing further on the matter.}

(eyes gives you a thumbs up seemingly meaning it’s fine)

{Pat nods.}

{They decide to ask what he was originally curious about.}

``Cornered hues, poke poke poke, painters lenses?``

{Pat asks if Eyes can change their eye color at will.}

(Eyes tilts their head seemingly a “huh?” It seems that they are unaware of what happened)

{Pat floats there for a second, confused. Was it more hallucinations again? Or does Eyes genuinely not know they can.. do that?}

{This intrigued Pat even further. A strange mystery that has yet to be solved.}

``...Palette wheels geared, within Eye of the Beholder's vision. Neigh, neighbor, not to... notice?``

{Pat seems to ask this more toward himself in a lower tone, having inner thoughts said out loud. Their hand rests on her chin, thinking.}

``Regarding, regardlessness. Quite sights of beholding.``

{Pat compliments Eyes' new.. eye colors, even though Eyes doesn't know what Pat was talking about.}

``Might... bees, beetle beens foolish smolder's lack of IDENTIFYING THE GOBSMACKED HATRED WITHIN RATS.``

{Pat tries to also say that it might have just been one of her hallucinations again, although Pat themselves are still unsure about this claim.}

(eyes writes) “as far as I know my eyes a purple?”

{The smoke's colors change back to it's normal rainbow colors.}

``...Tap. Tap tap. Minding nevertheless minders, hinders, binders... The smolder failed, frail skull fragmented.``

{Pat says nevermind, as another cookie emerges from the smoke. It floats within the smoke coming out of Pat's head, dissolving as Pat eats it... if you can even call that eating.}

``...Tap. Tap. Tapping the... tap tap. Tap. Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tick tock-- tap tap tap.``

(they write) “I actually have the computer person with me right now do you want to meet them?”

{Pat tilts their head. Slowly spinning, Pat's entire body lingers upside down temporarily.}

``Oh..? - Handly friendliest shakers demanded, cobbled, muddled, mighty thy, thou keen. - KRILLED KRILLED KRILL ONE IN A KRILLION LIGHT YEARS.``

{Pat's body returns to it's normal position as he nods. She'd be delighted to meet them.}