𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒚

"𝑰 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆!"

[rosary-the-moth]

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬!

"𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 [$@#!] 𝒂𝒎 𝑰.. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒅 𝒈𝒐?!"

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Rosary is a moth with body parts that can basically accumulate into a basket of roses. Before she came to the puzzle cube [ @arkuethepuzzledcube ], she was babysitting the little sister of one of her friends. When the kid joined, she shortly followed to try and get her back, and now they're both stuck without a way out.

Rosary talks in the 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒏𝒕, and has beenin the puzzle cube for about a day or so, and is ??years old. The entire time she's been wandering about, unnoticed due to all of the shenanigans happening.

𝑈𝑝𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒: 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑢𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑟𝑦 𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑢𝑠 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑓, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦/𝑖𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑠 + 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔

𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑠. 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒.

=======RULES! =======

1. No suggestive asks! The admin is not comfortable with it.

2. THIS IS A RP ACCOUNT!! all asks will be answered in character unless specified otherwise in the ask.

3. Lore comes first! Asks will be answered in due time, however you may have to wait a bit or get ignored for the sake of the plot.

4. Artwork/fan art is more than welcomed and would be appreciated <3

5. This account is 13+ due to being part of a TADC au that has a bit of fighting in it.

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Additional information:

Rosary can fly a decent height in the air, thanks to her leaf wings. She can fly decently fast at up to 35 mph!

Rosary has a mouth, though it is not visible from how I draw her.

Her arms are basket handles, meaning that to hold anything, she either has to loop it in her handles, or also use her wings.

Important accounts lore-wise: @arkuethepuzzledcube @crispy-the-lego-cat @empatheticcaineaskblog @memorycaine-smiles @manipulativebubbleaskblog @cardwellthecard

𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘.

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

{𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑨𝒓𝒌𝒖𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅.}

@rosary-the-moth

[Arkue groaned, rubbing his head as he slowly sat up. He looked around, confused and dazed. What was he doing..? Where was he…? He looked up, seeing the abstraction. He screamed, scrambling back.]

W- w- Wh- whaaa…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue didn’t move, just staring at it.] … [He felt a pang of something in his chest, not understanding what it was.] …wh- who are…you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue scrambled back more. He looked at his arm, noticing it was glitching.] …I- I don’t…I- why can’t I remember what’s happening!?!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏}

I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̸̡̡̛̛̳̳͌̉͋͐͒̍͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̿̉

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue yanked away, his eyes wide.] …what the heck…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅, 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒌, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it, standing slowly. He felt guilty for scaring it.] …s- sorry…I- I didn’t mean to… [He said quietly, still scared of it himself.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒏𝒐-𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

Crap. Wait! Stop! [He zipped after it. He realized he didn’t have his baton, so he couldn’t teleport too far, so he couldn’t get to the rooms before it. He grumbled, still flying after it.] Wait! Please!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.. 𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅? 𝑶𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He finally caught up, backing it into a corner. He looked around, before finding Rosary’s door open. He opened it more, letting it inside.] Come on, let’s get somewhere safe, okay…? [He said slowly, trying to seem harmless.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒔, 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑴𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻'𝑽𝑬 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He sighed. Good, now it wouldn’t destroy everything. He watched it. Why did it look familiar to him…?]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

…what is happening…okay, this is fine… [He muttered, turning away. He was panicking, his sides showing it. His sides shifted to a bright neon orange as he tapped his fingers against his head.] god, what am I gonna do…I don’t have my baton, so I can’t send it into the cellar…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 "𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅" 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏-𝒖𝒑 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

I could call Caine…no, he’s busy, always busy…u- uhm…I could…ask Smiles…? No, he wouldn’t help me!! God, what am I gonna do!? [He hit his head on the wall, his sides changing to red.] Ugh!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He flinched as the scrapbook hit the wall beside him.] … [He looked over at it.] ….who are you…give me a sign of some sorts…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

… [He looked around, before slowly looking back at it.] …rosary-? [He tried.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it.] …Rosy… [He said, his voice shaking as tears sprang to his eyes.] oh my god, it’s you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He floated over.] …Rosary, I…What happened…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He looked at it.] …You okay?

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑫, 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue hugged it out of instinct to try and calm someone down. That was a bad idea as his body began glitching.] Ow ow shit fuck!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒍𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He yelped, hitting the wall hard. He groaned, rubbing his head.] …Rosy, it’s me… [He said.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He chased after it.] ROSARY! [He shouted. He began to grow tired, no longer floating as he used his feet, but stumbled and fell to the floor.] oof-!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝑪𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue finally caught up, wheezing from running.] R- Rosy.. [He gasped, when he saw where they were…] sh- shit, we- we can’t be in here.. [He said when he heard a door open.] N- No! Rosary, we have to leave! Right now!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒃 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒛𝒆, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He tried to push her out the door, when a voice spoke up.]

Arkue? What is going on?? [It was Caine.]

[Arkue looked at him with wide eyes as Caine took in the scene.] C- Caine…I- I-…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒃 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕, 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

No, we cannot have this! Arkue, why didn’t you send it into the cellar!? [Caine said, snapping and floating the abstracted out into the open and out of the office.]

No! Don’t take her! [Arkue shouted, running after them.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.}

L̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅi̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝k̵̪̖͊̌͘͜ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉L̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅi̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝k̵̪̖͊̌͘͜ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉L̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅi̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝k̵̪̖͊̌͘͜ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Caine opened up the cellar, but before he could lower her in, Arkue tackled him, the cellar door closing and his hold on the abstracted letting go.] ACK-!

LEAVE HER ALONE!!! SHE’S NOT GOING THERE!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue and Caine were wrestling each other. Arkue was winning.]

I WON’T LET HER GO AGAIN! I AIN’T LETTING HER BE IN THE CELLAR!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Caine scrambled to his feet, glaring at Arkue.] What had gotten into you!? [He snapped, Arkue heaving.] Do you WANT me to punish you?!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝑪𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

Get off of me! [Caine growled.] Arkue, this thing is dangerous!!!

SHE ISN’T A THING!! IT’S ROSARY! NOW LEAVE US ALONE!!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Caine stared at Arkue, then at the abstraction.] …I think you need help, Arkue… [He said, snapping and opening the cellar door again, lowering Rosary into it.]

NO-! NO, DON’T TAKE HER! [Arkue shouted, moving to tackle him again but Caine was ready this time, freezing him in place with another snap.]

I’ll tell Smiles I’m taking you to the therapy folder. You need help, son… [He said to Arkue.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒌}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Caine closed the cellar once she was inside, dusting his hands off.] All done! [He said, turning to Arkue only to be punched in the face. He stumbled back, another punch landing on his upper jaw.]

YOU TOOK HER!!! SHE’S FUCKING TERRIFIED!!! BRING HER BACK!!! BRING HER BACK BRING HER BACK BRING HER BACK!!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

{𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑨𝒓𝒌𝒖𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅.}

@rosary-the-moth

[Arkue groaned, rubbing his head as he slowly sat up. He looked around, confused and dazed. What was he doing..? Where was he…? He looked up, seeing the abstraction. He screamed, scrambling back.]

W- w- Wh- whaaa…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue didn’t move, just staring at it.] … [He felt a pang of something in his chest, not understanding what it was.] …wh- who are…you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue scrambled back more. He looked at his arm, noticing it was glitching.] …I- I don’t…I- why can’t I remember what’s happening!?!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏}

I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̸̡̡̛̛̳̳͌̉͋͐͒̍͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̿̉

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue yanked away, his eyes wide.] …what the heck…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅, 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒌, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it, standing slowly. He felt guilty for scaring it.] …s- sorry…I- I didn’t mean to… [He said quietly, still scared of it himself.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒏𝒐-𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

Crap. Wait! Stop! [He zipped after it. He realized he didn’t have his baton, so he couldn’t teleport too far, so he couldn’t get to the rooms before it. He grumbled, still flying after it.] Wait! Please!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.. 𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅? 𝑶𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He finally caught up, backing it into a corner. He looked around, before finding Rosary’s door open. He opened it more, letting it inside.] Come on, let’s get somewhere safe, okay…? [He said slowly, trying to seem harmless.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒔, 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑴𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻'𝑽𝑬 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He sighed. Good, now it wouldn’t destroy everything. He watched it. Why did it look familiar to him…?]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

…what is happening…okay, this is fine… [He muttered, turning away. He was panicking, his sides showing it. His sides shifted to a bright neon orange as he tapped his fingers against his head.] god, what am I gonna do…I don’t have my baton, so I can’t send it into the cellar…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 "𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅" 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏-𝒖𝒑 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

I could call Caine…no, he’s busy, always busy…u- uhm…I could…ask Smiles…? No, he wouldn’t help me!! God, what am I gonna do!? [He hit his head on the wall, his sides changing to red.] Ugh!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He flinched as the scrapbook hit the wall beside him.] … [He looked over at it.] ….who are you…give me a sign of some sorts…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

… [He looked around, before slowly looking back at it.] …rosary-? [He tried.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it.] …Rosy… [He said, his voice shaking as tears sprang to his eyes.] oh my god, it’s you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He floated over.] …Rosary, I…What happened…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He looked at it.] …You okay?

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑫, 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue hugged it out of instinct to try and calm someone down. That was a bad idea as his body began glitching.] Ow ow shit fuck!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒍𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He yelped, hitting the wall hard. He groaned, rubbing his head.] …Rosy, it’s me… [He said.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He chased after it.] ROSARY! [He shouted. He began to grow tired, no longer floating as he used his feet, but stumbled and fell to the floor.] oof-!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝑪𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue finally caught up, wheezing from running.] R- Rosy.. [He gasped, when he saw where they were…] sh- shit, we- we can’t be in here.. [He said when he heard a door open.] N- No! Rosary, we have to leave! Right now!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒃 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒛𝒆, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He tried to push her out the door, when a voice spoke up.]

Arkue? What is going on?? [It was Caine.]

[Arkue looked at him with wide eyes as Caine took in the scene.] C- Caine…I- I-…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒃 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕, 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

No, we cannot have this! Arkue, why didn’t you send it into the cellar!? [Caine said, snapping and floating the abstracted out into the open and out of the office.]

No! Don’t take her! [Arkue shouted, running after them.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.}

L̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅi̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝k̵̪̖͊̌͘͜ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉L̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅi̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝k̵̪̖͊̌͘͜ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉L̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅi̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝k̵̪̖͊̌͘͜ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Caine opened up the cellar, but before he could lower her in, Arkue tackled him, the cellar door closing and his hold on the abstracted letting go.] ACK-!

LEAVE HER ALONE!!! SHE’S NOT GOING THERE!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue and Caine were wrestling each other. Arkue was winning.]

I WON’T LET HER GO AGAIN! I AIN’T LETTING HER BE IN THE CELLAR!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Caine scrambled to his feet, glaring at Arkue.] What had gotten into you!? [He snapped, Arkue heaving.] Do you WANT me to punish you?!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝑪𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

Get off of me! [Caine growled.] Arkue, this thing is dangerous!!!

SHE ISN’T A THING!! IT’S ROSARY! NOW LEAVE US ALONE!!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Caine stared at Arkue, then at the abstraction.] …I think you need help, Arkue… [He said, snapping and opening the cellar door again, lowering Rosary into it.]

NO-! NO, DON’T TAKE HER! [Arkue shouted, moving to tackle him again but Caine was ready this time, freezing him in place with another snap.]

I’ll tell Smiles I’m taking you to the therapy folder. You need help, son… [He said to Arkue.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒌}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

{𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑨𝒓𝒌𝒖𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅.}

@rosary-the-moth

[Arkue groaned, rubbing his head as he slowly sat up. He looked around, confused and dazed. What was he doing..? Where was he…? He looked up, seeing the abstraction. He screamed, scrambling back.]

W- w- Wh- whaaa…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue didn’t move, just staring at it.] … [He felt a pang of something in his chest, not understanding what it was.] …wh- who are…you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue scrambled back more. He looked at his arm, noticing it was glitching.] …I- I don’t…I- why can’t I remember what’s happening!?!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏}

I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̸̡̡̛̛̳̳͌̉͋͐͒̍͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̿̉

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue yanked away, his eyes wide.] …what the heck…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅, 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒌, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it, standing slowly. He felt guilty for scaring it.] …s- sorry…I- I didn’t mean to… [He said quietly, still scared of it himself.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒏𝒐-𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

Crap. Wait! Stop! [He zipped after it. He realized he didn’t have his baton, so he couldn’t teleport too far, so he couldn’t get to the rooms before it. He grumbled, still flying after it.] Wait! Please!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.. 𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅? 𝑶𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He finally caught up, backing it into a corner. He looked around, before finding Rosary’s door open. He opened it more, letting it inside.] Come on, let’s get somewhere safe, okay…? [He said slowly, trying to seem harmless.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒔, 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑴𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻'𝑽𝑬 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He sighed. Good, now it wouldn’t destroy everything. He watched it. Why did it look familiar to him…?]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

…what is happening…okay, this is fine… [He muttered, turning away. He was panicking, his sides showing it. His sides shifted to a bright neon orange as he tapped his fingers against his head.] god, what am I gonna do…I don’t have my baton, so I can’t send it into the cellar…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 "𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅" 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏-𝒖𝒑 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

I could call Caine…no, he’s busy, always busy…u- uhm…I could…ask Smiles…? No, he wouldn’t help me!! God, what am I gonna do!? [He hit his head on the wall, his sides changing to red.] Ugh!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He flinched as the scrapbook hit the wall beside him.] … [He looked over at it.] ….who are you…give me a sign of some sorts…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

… [He looked around, before slowly looking back at it.] …rosary-? [He tried.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it.] …Rosy… [He said, his voice shaking as tears sprang to his eyes.] oh my god, it’s you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He floated over.] …Rosary, I…What happened…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He looked at it.] …You okay?

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑫, 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue hugged it out of instinct to try and calm someone down. That was a bad idea as his body began glitching.] Ow ow shit fuck!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒍𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He yelped, hitting the wall hard. He groaned, rubbing his head.] …Rosy, it’s me… [He said.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He chased after it.] ROSARY! [He shouted. He began to grow tired, no longer floating as he used his feet, but stumbled and fell to the floor.] oof-!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝑪𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue finally caught up, wheezing from running.] R- Rosy.. [He gasped, when he saw where they were…] sh- shit, we- we can’t be in here.. [He said when he heard a door open.] N- No! Rosary, we have to leave! Right now!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒃 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒛𝒆, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He tried to push her out the door, when a voice spoke up.]

Arkue? What is going on?? [It was Caine.]

[Arkue looked at him with wide eyes as Caine took in the scene.] C- Caine…I- I-…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒃 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕, 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

No, we cannot have this! Arkue, why didn’t you send it into the cellar!? [Caine said, snapping and floating the abstracted out into the open and out of the office.]

No! Don’t take her! [Arkue shouted, running after them.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.}

L̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅi̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝k̵̪̖͊̌͘͜ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉L̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅi̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝k̵̪̖͊̌͘͜ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉L̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅi̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝k̵̪̖͊̌͘͜ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Caine opened up the cellar, but before he could lower her in, Arkue tackled him, the cellar door closing and his hold on the abstracted letting go.] ACK-!

LEAVE HER ALONE!!! SHE’S NOT GOING THERE!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue and Caine were wrestling each other. Arkue was winning.]

I WON’T LET HER GO AGAIN! I AIN’T LETTING HER BE IN THE CELLAR!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Caine scrambled to his feet, glaring at Arkue.] What had gotten into you!? [He snapped, Arkue heaving.] Do you WANT me to punish you?!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝑪𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

Get off of me! [Caine growled.] Arkue, this thing is dangerous!!!

SHE ISN’T A THING!! IT’S ROSARY! NOW LEAVE US ALONE!!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

{𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑨𝒓𝒌𝒖𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅.}

@rosary-the-moth

[Arkue groaned, rubbing his head as he slowly sat up. He looked around, confused and dazed. What was he doing..? Where was he…? He looked up, seeing the abstraction. He screamed, scrambling back.]

W- w- Wh- whaaa…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue didn’t move, just staring at it.] … [He felt a pang of something in his chest, not understanding what it was.] …wh- who are…you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue scrambled back more. He looked at his arm, noticing it was glitching.] …I- I don’t…I- why can’t I remember what’s happening!?!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏}

I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̸̡̡̛̛̳̳͌̉͋͐͒̍͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̿̉

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue yanked away, his eyes wide.] …what the heck…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅, 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒌, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it, standing slowly. He felt guilty for scaring it.] …s- sorry…I- I didn’t mean to… [He said quietly, still scared of it himself.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒏𝒐-𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

Crap. Wait! Stop! [He zipped after it. He realized he didn’t have his baton, so he couldn’t teleport too far, so he couldn’t get to the rooms before it. He grumbled, still flying after it.] Wait! Please!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.. 𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅? 𝑶𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He finally caught up, backing it into a corner. He looked around, before finding Rosary’s door open. He opened it more, letting it inside.] Come on, let’s get somewhere safe, okay…? [He said slowly, trying to seem harmless.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒔, 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑴𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻'𝑽𝑬 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He sighed. Good, now it wouldn’t destroy everything. He watched it. Why did it look familiar to him…?]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

…what is happening…okay, this is fine… [He muttered, turning away. He was panicking, his sides showing it. His sides shifted to a bright neon orange as he tapped his fingers against his head.] god, what am I gonna do…I don’t have my baton, so I can’t send it into the cellar…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 "𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅" 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏-𝒖𝒑 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

I could call Caine…no, he’s busy, always busy…u- uhm…I could…ask Smiles…? No, he wouldn’t help me!! God, what am I gonna do!? [He hit his head on the wall, his sides changing to red.] Ugh!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He flinched as the scrapbook hit the wall beside him.] … [He looked over at it.] ….who are you…give me a sign of some sorts…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

… [He looked around, before slowly looking back at it.] …rosary-? [He tried.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it.] …Rosy… [He said, his voice shaking as tears sprang to his eyes.] oh my god, it’s you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He floated over.] …Rosary, I…What happened…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He looked at it.] …You okay?

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑫, 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue hugged it out of instinct to try and calm someone down. That was a bad idea as his body began glitching.] Ow ow shit fuck!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒍𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He yelped, hitting the wall hard. He groaned, rubbing his head.] …Rosy, it’s me… [He said.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He chased after it.] ROSARY! [He shouted. He began to grow tired, no longer floating as he used his feet, but stumbled and fell to the floor.] oof-!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝑪𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue finally caught up, wheezing from running.] R- Rosy.. [He gasped, when he saw where they were…] sh- shit, we- we can’t be in here.. [He said when he heard a door open.] N- No! Rosary, we have to leave! Right now!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒃 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒛𝒆, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He tried to push her out the door, when a voice spoke up.]

Arkue? What is going on?? [It was Caine.]

[Arkue looked at him with wide eyes as Caine took in the scene.] C- Caine…I- I-…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒃 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕, 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

No, we cannot have this! Arkue, why didn’t you send it into the cellar!? [Caine said, snapping and floating the abstracted out into the open and out of the office.]

No! Don’t take her! [Arkue shouted, running after them.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.}

L̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅi̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝k̵̪̖͊̌͘͜ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉L̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅi̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝k̵̪̖͊̌͘͜ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉L̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅi̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝k̵̪̖͊̌͘͜ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Caine opened up the cellar, but before he could lower her in, Arkue tackled him, the cellar door closing and his hold on the abstracted letting go.] ACK-!

LEAVE HER ALONE!!! SHE’S NOT GOING THERE!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue and Caine were wrestling each other. Arkue was winning.]

I WON’T LET HER GO AGAIN! I AIN’T LETTING HER BE IN THE CELLAR!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Caine scrambled to his feet, glaring at Arkue.] What had gotten into you!? [He snapped, Arkue heaving.] Do you WANT me to punish you?!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝑪𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

{𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑨𝒓𝒌𝒖𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅.}

@rosary-the-moth

[Arkue groaned, rubbing his head as he slowly sat up. He looked around, confused and dazed. What was he doing..? Where was he…? He looked up, seeing the abstraction. He screamed, scrambling back.]

W- w- Wh- whaaa…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue didn’t move, just staring at it.] … [He felt a pang of something in his chest, not understanding what it was.] …wh- who are…you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue scrambled back more. He looked at his arm, noticing it was glitching.] …I- I don’t…I- why can’t I remember what’s happening!?!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏}

I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̸̡̡̛̛̳̳͌̉͋͐͒̍͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̿̉

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue yanked away, his eyes wide.] …what the heck…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅, 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒌, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it, standing slowly. He felt guilty for scaring it.] …s- sorry…I- I didn’t mean to… [He said quietly, still scared of it himself.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒏𝒐-𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

Crap. Wait! Stop! [He zipped after it. He realized he didn’t have his baton, so he couldn’t teleport too far, so he couldn’t get to the rooms before it. He grumbled, still flying after it.] Wait! Please!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.. 𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅? 𝑶𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He finally caught up, backing it into a corner. He looked around, before finding Rosary’s door open. He opened it more, letting it inside.] Come on, let’s get somewhere safe, okay…? [He said slowly, trying to seem harmless.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒔, 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑴𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻'𝑽𝑬 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He sighed. Good, now it wouldn’t destroy everything. He watched it. Why did it look familiar to him…?]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

…what is happening…okay, this is fine… [He muttered, turning away. He was panicking, his sides showing it. His sides shifted to a bright neon orange as he tapped his fingers against his head.] god, what am I gonna do…I don’t have my baton, so I can’t send it into the cellar…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 "𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅" 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏-𝒖𝒑 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

I could call Caine…no, he’s busy, always busy…u- uhm…I could…ask Smiles…? No, he wouldn’t help me!! God, what am I gonna do!? [He hit his head on the wall, his sides changing to red.] Ugh!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He flinched as the scrapbook hit the wall beside him.] … [He looked over at it.] ….who are you…give me a sign of some sorts…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

… [He looked around, before slowly looking back at it.] …rosary-? [He tried.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it.] …Rosy… [He said, his voice shaking as tears sprang to his eyes.] oh my god, it’s you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He floated over.] …Rosary, I…What happened…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He looked at it.] …You okay?

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑫, 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue hugged it out of instinct to try and calm someone down. That was a bad idea as his body began glitching.] Ow ow shit fuck!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒍𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He yelped, hitting the wall hard. He groaned, rubbing his head.] …Rosy, it’s me… [He said.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He chased after it.] ROSARY! [He shouted. He began to grow tired, no longer floating as he used his feet, but stumbled and fell to the floor.] oof-!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝑪𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue finally caught up, wheezing from running.] R- Rosy.. [He gasped, when he saw where they were…] sh- shit, we- we can’t be in here.. [He said when he heard a door open.] N- No! Rosary, we have to leave! Right now!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒃 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒛𝒆, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He tried to push her out the door, when a voice spoke up.]

Arkue? What is going on?? [It was Caine.]

[Arkue looked at him with wide eyes as Caine took in the scene.] C- Caine…I- I-…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒃 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕, 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

No, we cannot have this! Arkue, why didn’t you send it into the cellar!? [Caine said, snapping and floating the abstracted out into the open and out of the office.]

No! Don’t take her! [Arkue shouted, running after them.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.}

L̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅi̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝k̵̪̖͊̌͘͜ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉L̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅi̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝k̵̪̖͊̌͘͜ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉L̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅi̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝k̵̪̖͊̌͘͜ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Caine opened up the cellar, but before he could lower her in, Arkue tackled him, the cellar door closing and his hold on the abstracted letting go.] ACK-!

LEAVE HER ALONE!!! SHE’S NOT GOING THERE!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue and Caine were wrestling each other. Arkue was winning.]

I WON’T LET HER GO AGAIN! I AIN’T LETTING HER BE IN THE CELLAR!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

{𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑨𝒓𝒌𝒖𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅.}

@rosary-the-moth

[Arkue groaned, rubbing his head as he slowly sat up. He looked around, confused and dazed. What was he doing..? Where was he…? He looked up, seeing the abstraction. He screamed, scrambling back.]

W- w- Wh- whaaa…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue didn’t move, just staring at it.] … [He felt a pang of something in his chest, not understanding what it was.] …wh- who are…you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue scrambled back more. He looked at his arm, noticing it was glitching.] …I- I don’t…I- why can’t I remember what’s happening!?!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏}

I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̸̡̡̛̛̳̳͌̉͋͐͒̍͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̿̉

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue yanked away, his eyes wide.] …what the heck…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅, 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒌, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it, standing slowly. He felt guilty for scaring it.] …s- sorry…I- I didn’t mean to… [He said quietly, still scared of it himself.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒏𝒐-𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

Crap. Wait! Stop! [He zipped after it. He realized he didn’t have his baton, so he couldn’t teleport too far, so he couldn’t get to the rooms before it. He grumbled, still flying after it.] Wait! Please!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.. 𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅? 𝑶𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He finally caught up, backing it into a corner. He looked around, before finding Rosary’s door open. He opened it more, letting it inside.] Come on, let’s get somewhere safe, okay…? [He said slowly, trying to seem harmless.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒔, 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑴𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻'𝑽𝑬 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He sighed. Good, now it wouldn’t destroy everything. He watched it. Why did it look familiar to him…?]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

…what is happening…okay, this is fine… [He muttered, turning away. He was panicking, his sides showing it. His sides shifted to a bright neon orange as he tapped his fingers against his head.] god, what am I gonna do…I don’t have my baton, so I can’t send it into the cellar…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 "𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅" 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏-𝒖𝒑 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

I could call Caine…no, he’s busy, always busy…u- uhm…I could…ask Smiles…? No, he wouldn’t help me!! God, what am I gonna do!? [He hit his head on the wall, his sides changing to red.] Ugh!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He flinched as the scrapbook hit the wall beside him.] … [He looked over at it.] ….who are you…give me a sign of some sorts…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

… [He looked around, before slowly looking back at it.] …rosary-? [He tried.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it.] …Rosy… [He said, his voice shaking as tears sprang to his eyes.] oh my god, it’s you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He floated over.] …Rosary, I…What happened…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He looked at it.] …You okay?

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑫, 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue hugged it out of instinct to try and calm someone down. That was a bad idea as his body began glitching.] Ow ow shit fuck!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒍𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He yelped, hitting the wall hard. He groaned, rubbing his head.] …Rosy, it’s me… [He said.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He chased after it.] ROSARY! [He shouted. He began to grow tired, no longer floating as he used his feet, but stumbled and fell to the floor.] oof-!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝑪𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue finally caught up, wheezing from running.] R- Rosy.. [He gasped, when he saw where they were…] sh- shit, we- we can’t be in here.. [He said when he heard a door open.] N- No! Rosary, we have to leave! Right now!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒃 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒛𝒆, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He tried to push her out the door, when a voice spoke up.]

Arkue? What is going on?? [It was Caine.]

[Arkue looked at him with wide eyes as Caine took in the scene.] C- Caine…I- I-…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒃 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕, 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

No, we cannot have this! Arkue, why didn’t you send it into the cellar!? [Caine said, snapping and floating the abstracted out into the open and out of the office.]

No! Don’t take her! [Arkue shouted, running after them.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.}

L̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅi̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝k̵̪̖͊̌͘͜ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉L̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅi̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝k̵̪̖͊̌͘͜ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉L̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅi̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝k̵̪̖͊̌͘͜ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Caine opened up the cellar, but before he could lower her in, Arkue tackled him, the cellar door closing and his hold on the abstracted letting go.] ACK-!

LEAVE HER ALONE!!! SHE’S NOT GOING THERE!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

{𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑨𝒓𝒌𝒖𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅.}

@rosary-the-moth

[Arkue groaned, rubbing his head as he slowly sat up. He looked around, confused and dazed. What was he doing..? Where was he…? He looked up, seeing the abstraction. He screamed, scrambling back.]

W- w- Wh- whaaa…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue didn’t move, just staring at it.] … [He felt a pang of something in his chest, not understanding what it was.] …wh- who are…you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue scrambled back more. He looked at his arm, noticing it was glitching.] …I- I don’t…I- why can’t I remember what’s happening!?!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏}

I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̸̡̡̛̛̳̳͌̉͋͐͒̍͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̿̉

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue yanked away, his eyes wide.] …what the heck…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅, 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒌, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it, standing slowly. He felt guilty for scaring it.] …s- sorry…I- I didn’t mean to… [He said quietly, still scared of it himself.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒏𝒐-𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

Crap. Wait! Stop! [He zipped after it. He realized he didn’t have his baton, so he couldn’t teleport too far, so he couldn’t get to the rooms before it. He grumbled, still flying after it.] Wait! Please!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.. 𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅? 𝑶𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He finally caught up, backing it into a corner. He looked around, before finding Rosary’s door open. He opened it more, letting it inside.] Come on, let’s get somewhere safe, okay…? [He said slowly, trying to seem harmless.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒔, 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑴𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻'𝑽𝑬 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He sighed. Good, now it wouldn’t destroy everything. He watched it. Why did it look familiar to him…?]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

…what is happening…okay, this is fine… [He muttered, turning away. He was panicking, his sides showing it. His sides shifted to a bright neon orange as he tapped his fingers against his head.] god, what am I gonna do…I don’t have my baton, so I can’t send it into the cellar…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 "𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅" 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏-𝒖𝒑 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

I could call Caine…no, he’s busy, always busy…u- uhm…I could…ask Smiles…? No, he wouldn’t help me!! God, what am I gonna do!? [He hit his head on the wall, his sides changing to red.] Ugh!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He flinched as the scrapbook hit the wall beside him.] … [He looked over at it.] ….who are you…give me a sign of some sorts…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

… [He looked around, before slowly looking back at it.] …rosary-? [He tried.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it.] …Rosy… [He said, his voice shaking as tears sprang to his eyes.] oh my god, it’s you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He floated over.] …Rosary, I…What happened…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He looked at it.] …You okay?

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑫, 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue hugged it out of instinct to try and calm someone down. That was a bad idea as his body began glitching.] Ow ow shit fuck!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒍𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He yelped, hitting the wall hard. He groaned, rubbing his head.] …Rosy, it’s me… [He said.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He chased after it.] ROSARY! [He shouted. He began to grow tired, no longer floating as he used his feet, but stumbled and fell to the floor.] oof-!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝑪𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue finally caught up, wheezing from running.] R- Rosy.. [He gasped, when he saw where they were…] sh- shit, we- we can’t be in here.. [He said when he heard a door open.] N- No! Rosary, we have to leave! Right now!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒃 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒛𝒆, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He tried to push her out the door, when a voice spoke up.]

Arkue? What is going on?? [It was Caine.]

[Arkue looked at him with wide eyes as Caine took in the scene.] C- Caine…I- I-…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒃 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕, 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

No, we cannot have this! Arkue, why didn’t you send it into the cellar!? [Caine said, snapping and floating the abstracted out into the open and out of the office.]

No! Don’t take her! [Arkue shouted, running after them.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.}

L̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅi̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝k̵̪̖͊̌͘͜ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉L̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅi̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝k̵̪̖͊̌͘͜ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉L̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅi̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝k̵̪̖͊̌͘͜ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠️ş̵̛̳̍̃̏͆̏̂̎͌͘͝͝͝͝️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜ȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜ğ̶̡͚̺̼̱̺̘̳̘̩͚̯͔̎̅̍͋̒́̔̈́̎̂͜͜i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉k̵̨̪̖͇͙͎̜͊̌͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜️j̷̧̙̠͚̠͍̙̜̱̳̱͈̒͠l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

{𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑨𝒓𝒌𝒖𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅.}

@rosary-the-moth

[Arkue groaned, rubbing his head as he slowly sat up. He looked around, confused and dazed. What was he doing..? Where was he…? He looked up, seeing the abstraction. He screamed, scrambling back.]

W- w- Wh- whaaa…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue didn’t move, just staring at it.] … [He felt a pang of something in his chest, not understanding what it was.] …wh- who are…you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue scrambled back more. He looked at his arm, noticing it was glitching.] …I- I don’t…I- why can’t I remember what’s happening!?!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏}

I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̸̡̡̛̛̳̳͌̉͋͐͒̍͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̿̉

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue yanked away, his eyes wide.] …what the heck…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅, 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒌, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it, standing slowly. He felt guilty for scaring it.] …s- sorry…I- I didn’t mean to… [He said quietly, still scared of it himself.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒏𝒐-𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

Crap. Wait! Stop! [He zipped after it. He realized he didn’t have his baton, so he couldn’t teleport too far, so he couldn’t get to the rooms before it. He grumbled, still flying after it.] Wait! Please!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.. 𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅? 𝑶𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He finally caught up, backing it into a corner. He looked around, before finding Rosary’s door open. He opened it more, letting it inside.] Come on, let’s get somewhere safe, okay…? [He said slowly, trying to seem harmless.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒔, 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑴𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻'𝑽𝑬 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He sighed. Good, now it wouldn’t destroy everything. He watched it. Why did it look familiar to him…?]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

…what is happening…okay, this is fine… [He muttered, turning away. He was panicking, his sides showing it. His sides shifted to a bright neon orange as he tapped his fingers against his head.] god, what am I gonna do…I don’t have my baton, so I can’t send it into the cellar…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 "𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅" 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏-𝒖𝒑 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

I could call Caine…no, he’s busy, always busy…u- uhm…I could…ask Smiles…? No, he wouldn’t help me!! God, what am I gonna do!? [He hit his head on the wall, his sides changing to red.] Ugh!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He flinched as the scrapbook hit the wall beside him.] … [He looked over at it.] ….who are you…give me a sign of some sorts…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

… [He looked around, before slowly looking back at it.] …rosary-? [He tried.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it.] …Rosy… [He said, his voice shaking as tears sprang to his eyes.] oh my god, it’s you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He floated over.] …Rosary, I…What happened…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He looked at it.] …You okay?

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑫, 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue hugged it out of instinct to try and calm someone down. That was a bad idea as his body began glitching.] Ow ow shit fuck!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒍𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He yelped, hitting the wall hard. He groaned, rubbing his head.] …Rosy, it’s me… [He said.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He chased after it.] ROSARY! [He shouted. He began to grow tired, no longer floating as he used his feet, but stumbled and fell to the floor.] oof-!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝑪𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue finally caught up, wheezing from running.] R- Rosy.. [He gasped, when he saw where they were…] sh- shit, we- we can’t be in here.. [He said when he heard a door open.] N- No! Rosary, we have to leave! Right now!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒃 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒛𝒆, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He tried to push her out the door, when a voice spoke up.]

Arkue? What is going on?? [It was Caine.]

[Arkue looked at him with wide eyes as Caine took in the scene.] C- Caine…I- I-…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒃 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕, 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

{𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑨𝒓𝒌𝒖𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅.}

@rosary-the-moth

[Arkue groaned, rubbing his head as he slowly sat up. He looked around, confused and dazed. What was he doing..? Where was he…? He looked up, seeing the abstraction. He screamed, scrambling back.]

W- w- Wh- whaaa…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue didn’t move, just staring at it.] … [He felt a pang of something in his chest, not understanding what it was.] …wh- who are…you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue scrambled back more. He looked at his arm, noticing it was glitching.] …I- I don’t…I- why can’t I remember what’s happening!?!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏}

I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̸̡̡̛̛̳̳͌̉͋͐͒̍͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̿̉

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue yanked away, his eyes wide.] …what the heck…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅, 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒌, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it, standing slowly. He felt guilty for scaring it.] …s- sorry…I- I didn’t mean to… [He said quietly, still scared of it himself.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒏𝒐-𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

Crap. Wait! Stop! [He zipped after it. He realized he didn’t have his baton, so he couldn’t teleport too far, so he couldn’t get to the rooms before it. He grumbled, still flying after it.] Wait! Please!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.. 𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅? 𝑶𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He finally caught up, backing it into a corner. He looked around, before finding Rosary’s door open. He opened it more, letting it inside.] Come on, let’s get somewhere safe, okay…? [He said slowly, trying to seem harmless.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒔, 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑴𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻'𝑽𝑬 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He sighed. Good, now it wouldn’t destroy everything. He watched it. Why did it look familiar to him…?]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

…what is happening…okay, this is fine… [He muttered, turning away. He was panicking, his sides showing it. His sides shifted to a bright neon orange as he tapped his fingers against his head.] god, what am I gonna do…I don’t have my baton, so I can’t send it into the cellar…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 "𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅" 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏-𝒖𝒑 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

I could call Caine…no, he’s busy, always busy…u- uhm…I could…ask Smiles…? No, he wouldn’t help me!! God, what am I gonna do!? [He hit his head on the wall, his sides changing to red.] Ugh!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He flinched as the scrapbook hit the wall beside him.] … [He looked over at it.] ….who are you…give me a sign of some sorts…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

… [He looked around, before slowly looking back at it.] …rosary-? [He tried.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it.] …Rosy… [He said, his voice shaking as tears sprang to his eyes.] oh my god, it’s you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He floated over.] …Rosary, I…What happened…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He looked at it.] …You okay?

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑫, 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue hugged it out of instinct to try and calm someone down. That was a bad idea as his body began glitching.] Ow ow shit fuck!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒍𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He yelped, hitting the wall hard. He groaned, rubbing his head.] …Rosy, it’s me… [He said.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He chased after it.] ROSARY! [He shouted. He began to grow tired, no longer floating as he used his feet, but stumbled and fell to the floor.] oof-!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝑪𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue finally caught up, wheezing from running.] R- Rosy.. [He gasped, when he saw where they were…] sh- shit, we- we can’t be in here.. [He said when he heard a door open.] N- No! Rosary, we have to leave! Right now!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒃 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒛𝒆, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

{𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑨𝒓𝒌𝒖𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅.}

@rosary-the-moth

[Arkue groaned, rubbing his head as he slowly sat up. He looked around, confused and dazed. What was he doing..? Where was he…? He looked up, seeing the abstraction. He screamed, scrambling back.]

W- w- Wh- whaaa…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue didn’t move, just staring at it.] … [He felt a pang of something in his chest, not understanding what it was.] …wh- who are…you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue scrambled back more. He looked at his arm, noticing it was glitching.] …I- I don’t…I- why can’t I remember what’s happening!?!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏}

I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̸̡̡̛̛̳̳͌̉͋͐͒̍͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̿̉

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue yanked away, his eyes wide.] …what the heck…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅, 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒌, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it, standing slowly. He felt guilty for scaring it.] …s- sorry…I- I didn’t mean to… [He said quietly, still scared of it himself.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒏𝒐-𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

Crap. Wait! Stop! [He zipped after it. He realized he didn’t have his baton, so he couldn’t teleport too far, so he couldn’t get to the rooms before it. He grumbled, still flying after it.] Wait! Please!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.. 𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅? 𝑶𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He finally caught up, backing it into a corner. He looked around, before finding Rosary’s door open. He opened it more, letting it inside.] Come on, let’s get somewhere safe, okay…? [He said slowly, trying to seem harmless.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒔, 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑴𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻'𝑽𝑬 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He sighed. Good, now it wouldn’t destroy everything. He watched it. Why did it look familiar to him…?]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

…what is happening…okay, this is fine… [He muttered, turning away. He was panicking, his sides showing it. His sides shifted to a bright neon orange as he tapped his fingers against his head.] god, what am I gonna do…I don’t have my baton, so I can’t send it into the cellar…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 "𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅" 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏-𝒖𝒑 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

I could call Caine…no, he’s busy, always busy…u- uhm…I could…ask Smiles…? No, he wouldn’t help me!! God, what am I gonna do!? [He hit his head on the wall, his sides changing to red.] Ugh!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He flinched as the scrapbook hit the wall beside him.] … [He looked over at it.] ….who are you…give me a sign of some sorts…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

… [He looked around, before slowly looking back at it.] …rosary-? [He tried.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it.] …Rosy… [He said, his voice shaking as tears sprang to his eyes.] oh my god, it’s you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He floated over.] …Rosary, I…What happened…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He looked at it.] …You okay?

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑫, 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue hugged it out of instinct to try and calm someone down. That was a bad idea as his body began glitching.] Ow ow shit fuck!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒍𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He yelped, hitting the wall hard. He groaned, rubbing his head.] …Rosy, it’s me… [He said.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He chased after it.] ROSARY! [He shouted. He began to grow tired, no longer floating as he used his feet, but stumbled and fell to the floor.] oof-!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝑪𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

{𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑨𝒓𝒌𝒖𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅.}

@rosary-the-moth

[Arkue groaned, rubbing his head as he slowly sat up. He looked around, confused and dazed. What was he doing..? Where was he…? He looked up, seeing the abstraction. He screamed, scrambling back.]

W- w- Wh- whaaa…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue didn’t move, just staring at it.] … [He felt a pang of something in his chest, not understanding what it was.] …wh- who are…you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue scrambled back more. He looked at his arm, noticing it was glitching.] …I- I don’t…I- why can’t I remember what’s happening!?!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏}

I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̸̡̡̛̛̳̳͌̉͋͐͒̍͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̿̉

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue yanked away, his eyes wide.] …what the heck…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅, 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒌, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it, standing slowly. He felt guilty for scaring it.] …s- sorry…I- I didn’t mean to… [He said quietly, still scared of it himself.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒏𝒐-𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

Crap. Wait! Stop! [He zipped after it. He realized he didn’t have his baton, so he couldn’t teleport too far, so he couldn’t get to the rooms before it. He grumbled, still flying after it.] Wait! Please!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.. 𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅? 𝑶𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He finally caught up, backing it into a corner. He looked around, before finding Rosary’s door open. He opened it more, letting it inside.] Come on, let’s get somewhere safe, okay…? [He said slowly, trying to seem harmless.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒔, 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑴𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻'𝑽𝑬 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He sighed. Good, now it wouldn’t destroy everything. He watched it. Why did it look familiar to him…?]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

…what is happening…okay, this is fine… [He muttered, turning away. He was panicking, his sides showing it. His sides shifted to a bright neon orange as he tapped his fingers against his head.] god, what am I gonna do…I don’t have my baton, so I can’t send it into the cellar…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 "𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅" 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏-𝒖𝒑 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

I could call Caine…no, he’s busy, always busy…u- uhm…I could…ask Smiles…? No, he wouldn’t help me!! God, what am I gonna do!? [He hit his head on the wall, his sides changing to red.] Ugh!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He flinched as the scrapbook hit the wall beside him.] … [He looked over at it.] ….who are you…give me a sign of some sorts…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

… [He looked around, before slowly looking back at it.] …rosary-? [He tried.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it.] …Rosy… [He said, his voice shaking as tears sprang to his eyes.] oh my god, it’s you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He floated over.] …Rosary, I…What happened…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He looked at it.] …You okay?

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑫, 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue hugged it out of instinct to try and calm someone down. That was a bad idea as his body began glitching.] Ow ow shit fuck!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒍𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He yelped, hitting the wall hard. He groaned, rubbing his head.] …Rosy, it’s me… [He said.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

{𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑨𝒓𝒌𝒖𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅.}

@rosary-the-moth

[Arkue groaned, rubbing his head as he slowly sat up. He looked around, confused and dazed. What was he doing..? Where was he…? He looked up, seeing the abstraction. He screamed, scrambling back.]

W- w- Wh- whaaa…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue didn’t move, just staring at it.] … [He felt a pang of something in his chest, not understanding what it was.] …wh- who are…you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue scrambled back more. He looked at his arm, noticing it was glitching.] …I- I don’t…I- why can’t I remember what’s happening!?!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏}

I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̸̡̡̛̛̳̳͌̉͋͐͒̍͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̿̉

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue yanked away, his eyes wide.] …what the heck…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅, 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒌, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it, standing slowly. He felt guilty for scaring it.] …s- sorry…I- I didn’t mean to… [He said quietly, still scared of it himself.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒏𝒐-𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

Crap. Wait! Stop! [He zipped after it. He realized he didn’t have his baton, so he couldn’t teleport too far, so he couldn’t get to the rooms before it. He grumbled, still flying after it.] Wait! Please!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.. 𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅? 𝑶𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He finally caught up, backing it into a corner. He looked around, before finding Rosary’s door open. He opened it more, letting it inside.] Come on, let’s get somewhere safe, okay…? [He said slowly, trying to seem harmless.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒔, 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑴𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻'𝑽𝑬 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He sighed. Good, now it wouldn’t destroy everything. He watched it. Why did it look familiar to him…?]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

…what is happening…okay, this is fine… [He muttered, turning away. He was panicking, his sides showing it. His sides shifted to a bright neon orange as he tapped his fingers against his head.] god, what am I gonna do…I don’t have my baton, so I can’t send it into the cellar…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 "𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅" 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏-𝒖𝒑 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

I could call Caine…no, he’s busy, always busy…u- uhm…I could…ask Smiles…? No, he wouldn’t help me!! God, what am I gonna do!? [He hit his head on the wall, his sides changing to red.] Ugh!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He flinched as the scrapbook hit the wall beside him.] … [He looked over at it.] ….who are you…give me a sign of some sorts…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

… [He looked around, before slowly looking back at it.] …rosary-? [He tried.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it.] …Rosy… [He said, his voice shaking as tears sprang to his eyes.] oh my god, it’s you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He floated over.] …Rosary, I…What happened…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He looked at it.] …You okay?

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑫, 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue hugged it out of instinct to try and calm someone down. That was a bad idea as his body began glitching.] Ow ow shit fuck!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒍𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

{𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑨𝒓𝒌𝒖𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅.}

@rosary-the-moth

[Arkue groaned, rubbing his head as he slowly sat up. He looked around, confused and dazed. What was he doing..? Where was he…? He looked up, seeing the abstraction. He screamed, scrambling back.]

W- w- Wh- whaaa…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue didn’t move, just staring at it.] … [He felt a pang of something in his chest, not understanding what it was.] …wh- who are…you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue scrambled back more. He looked at his arm, noticing it was glitching.] …I- I don’t…I- why can’t I remember what’s happening!?!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏}

I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̸̡̡̛̛̳̳͌̉͋͐͒̍͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̿̉

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue yanked away, his eyes wide.] …what the heck…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅, 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒌, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it, standing slowly. He felt guilty for scaring it.] …s- sorry…I- I didn’t mean to… [He said quietly, still scared of it himself.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒏𝒐-𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

Crap. Wait! Stop! [He zipped after it. He realized he didn’t have his baton, so he couldn’t teleport too far, so he couldn’t get to the rooms before it. He grumbled, still flying after it.] Wait! Please!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.. 𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅? 𝑶𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He finally caught up, backing it into a corner. He looked around, before finding Rosary’s door open. He opened it more, letting it inside.] Come on, let’s get somewhere safe, okay…? [He said slowly, trying to seem harmless.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒔, 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑴𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻'𝑽𝑬 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He sighed. Good, now it wouldn’t destroy everything. He watched it. Why did it look familiar to him…?]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

…what is happening…okay, this is fine… [He muttered, turning away. He was panicking, his sides showing it. His sides shifted to a bright neon orange as he tapped his fingers against his head.] god, what am I gonna do…I don’t have my baton, so I can’t send it into the cellar…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 "𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅" 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏-𝒖𝒑 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

I could call Caine…no, he’s busy, always busy…u- uhm…I could…ask Smiles…? No, he wouldn’t help me!! God, what am I gonna do!? [He hit his head on the wall, his sides changing to red.] Ugh!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He flinched as the scrapbook hit the wall beside him.] … [He looked over at it.] ….who are you…give me a sign of some sorts…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

… [He looked around, before slowly looking back at it.] …rosary-? [He tried.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it.] …Rosy… [He said, his voice shaking as tears sprang to his eyes.] oh my god, it’s you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He floated over.] …Rosary, I…What happened…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He looked at it.] …You okay?

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑫, 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

{𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑨𝒓𝒌𝒖𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅.}

@rosary-the-moth

[Arkue groaned, rubbing his head as he slowly sat up. He looked around, confused and dazed. What was he doing..? Where was he…? He looked up, seeing the abstraction. He screamed, scrambling back.]

W- w- Wh- whaaa…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue didn’t move, just staring at it.] … [He felt a pang of something in his chest, not understanding what it was.] …wh- who are…you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue scrambled back more. He looked at his arm, noticing it was glitching.] …I- I don’t…I- why can’t I remember what’s happening!?!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏}

I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̸̡̡̛̛̳̳͌̉͋͐͒̍͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̿̉

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue yanked away, his eyes wide.] …what the heck…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅, 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒌, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it, standing slowly. He felt guilty for scaring it.] …s- sorry…I- I didn’t mean to… [He said quietly, still scared of it himself.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒏𝒐-𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

Crap. Wait! Stop! [He zipped after it. He realized he didn’t have his baton, so he couldn’t teleport too far, so he couldn’t get to the rooms before it. He grumbled, still flying after it.] Wait! Please!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.. 𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅? 𝑶𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He finally caught up, backing it into a corner. He looked around, before finding Rosary’s door open. He opened it more, letting it inside.] Come on, let’s get somewhere safe, okay…? [He said slowly, trying to seem harmless.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒔, 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑴𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻'𝑽𝑬 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He sighed. Good, now it wouldn’t destroy everything. He watched it. Why did it look familiar to him…?]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

…what is happening…okay, this is fine… [He muttered, turning away. He was panicking, his sides showing it. His sides shifted to a bright neon orange as he tapped his fingers against his head.] god, what am I gonna do…I don’t have my baton, so I can’t send it into the cellar…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 "𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅" 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏-𝒖𝒑 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

I could call Caine…no, he’s busy, always busy…u- uhm…I could…ask Smiles…? No, he wouldn’t help me!! God, what am I gonna do!? [He hit his head on the wall, his sides changing to red.] Ugh!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He flinched as the scrapbook hit the wall beside him.] … [He looked over at it.] ….who are you…give me a sign of some sorts…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

… [He looked around, before slowly looking back at it.] …rosary-? [He tried.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it.] …Rosy… [He said, his voice shaking as tears sprang to his eyes.] oh my god, it’s you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He floated over.] …Rosary, I…What happened…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

{𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑨𝒓𝒌𝒖𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅.}

@rosary-the-moth

[Arkue groaned, rubbing his head as he slowly sat up. He looked around, confused and dazed. What was he doing..? Where was he…? He looked up, seeing the abstraction. He screamed, scrambling back.]

W- w- Wh- whaaa…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue didn’t move, just staring at it.] … [He felt a pang of something in his chest, not understanding what it was.] …wh- who are…you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue scrambled back more. He looked at his arm, noticing it was glitching.] …I- I don’t…I- why can’t I remember what’s happening!?!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏}

I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̸̡̡̛̛̳̳͌̉͋͐͒̍͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̿̉

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue yanked away, his eyes wide.] …what the heck…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅, 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒌, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it, standing slowly. He felt guilty for scaring it.] …s- sorry…I- I didn’t mean to… [He said quietly, still scared of it himself.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒏𝒐-𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

Crap. Wait! Stop! [He zipped after it. He realized he didn’t have his baton, so he couldn’t teleport too far, so he couldn’t get to the rooms before it. He grumbled, still flying after it.] Wait! Please!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.. 𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅? 𝑶𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He finally caught up, backing it into a corner. He looked around, before finding Rosary’s door open. He opened it more, letting it inside.] Come on, let’s get somewhere safe, okay…? [He said slowly, trying to seem harmless.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒔, 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑴𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻'𝑽𝑬 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He sighed. Good, now it wouldn’t destroy everything. He watched it. Why did it look familiar to him…?]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

…what is happening…okay, this is fine… [He muttered, turning away. He was panicking, his sides showing it. His sides shifted to a bright neon orange as he tapped his fingers against his head.] god, what am I gonna do…I don’t have my baton, so I can’t send it into the cellar…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 "𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅" 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏-𝒖𝒑 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

I could call Caine…no, he’s busy, always busy…u- uhm…I could…ask Smiles…? No, he wouldn’t help me!! God, what am I gonna do!? [He hit his head on the wall, his sides changing to red.] Ugh!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He flinched as the scrapbook hit the wall beside him.] … [He looked over at it.] ….who are you…give me a sign of some sorts…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

… [He looked around, before slowly looking back at it.] …rosary-? [He tried.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it.] …Rosy… [He said, his voice shaking as tears sprang to his eyes.] oh my god, it’s you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

{𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑨𝒓𝒌𝒖𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅.}

@rosary-the-moth

[Arkue groaned, rubbing his head as he slowly sat up. He looked around, confused and dazed. What was he doing..? Where was he…? He looked up, seeing the abstraction. He screamed, scrambling back.]

W- w- Wh- whaaa…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue didn’t move, just staring at it.] … [He felt a pang of something in his chest, not understanding what it was.] …wh- who are…you…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue scrambled back more. He looked at his arm, noticing it was glitching.] …I- I don’t…I- why can’t I remember what’s happening!?!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏}

I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̸̡̡̛̛̳̳͌̉͋͐͒̍͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜l̷̷̢̨̨̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉̿̉i̵̵̢̢̡̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈̐̈͘͘͜͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̖̞̿̉i̵̢̢̡͚̩̞̥͕̜̻̫̩̐̈͘͜l̷̢̨̫̼͙̞͉̗͉̖̲̿̉

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[Arkue yanked away, his eyes wide.] …what the heck…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅, 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒌, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He stared at it, standing slowly. He felt guilty for scaring it.] …s- sorry…I- I didn’t mean to… [He said quietly, still scared of it himself.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒏𝒐-𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

Crap. Wait! Stop! [He zipped after it. He realized he didn’t have his baton, so he couldn’t teleport too far, so he couldn’t get to the rooms before it. He grumbled, still flying after it.] Wait! Please!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.. 𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅? 𝑶𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He finally caught up, backing it into a corner. He looked around, before finding Rosary’s door open. He opened it more, letting it inside.] Come on, let’s get somewhere safe, okay…? [He said slowly, trying to seem harmless.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒔, 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑴𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻'𝑽𝑬 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He sighed. Good, now it wouldn’t destroy everything. He watched it. Why did it look familiar to him…?]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

…what is happening…okay, this is fine… [He muttered, turning away. He was panicking, his sides showing it. His sides shifted to a bright neon orange as he tapped his fingers against his head.] god, what am I gonna do…I don’t have my baton, so I can’t send it into the cellar…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 "𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅" 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏-𝒖𝒑 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

I could call Caine…no, he’s busy, always busy…u- uhm…I could…ask Smiles…? No, he wouldn’t help me!! God, what am I gonna do!? [He hit his head on the wall, his sides changing to red.] Ugh!!

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

[He flinched as the scrapbook hit the wall beside him.] … [He looked over at it.] ….who are you…give me a sign of some sorts…

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏}

[arkuethepuzzledcube]

… [He looked around, before slowly looking back at it.] …rosary-? [He tried.]

[rosary-the-moth]

{𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎}