Lennon anderson

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YIPPEN!!

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You never know if someone needs this. Reblog this, even if its not your ‘blog type’. Just do it.

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ninjagofan26

YOU CAN ONLY REBLOG THIS ONCE A YEAR

siowdreams

ive had this queued for exactly one year

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Yippee!!! It’s the longest day o’ the whole year!!!

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you cannot escape me or my alt blogs

don’t tell anyone I told you this but dr. Ard is a femboy

(you entered the employee break room to get another cup of coffee, tea or really anything caffeinated you can get your hands on. lights in the room felt bright and harsh while the air felt dry and stale. How long have you been working today..? does it even really matter how long you’ve been working in your current quest to get caffeine.)

(after a moment of standing in the break room, you see two rats scary, pass your feet one with golden curly hair that felt like it was always moving-… you weren’t even sure if it was golden feeling as if it was switching between a variety of oranges and yellows. The second one consists of various grays and whites, the patterns on its fur, looking like various eyes going down its back and almost like it was a skull wearing on its face it was also bigger than the curly haired rat not by much but enough to be noticeable. you see the two rats, seemingly hiding under the couch in the employees room. )

IRIS LOOPS WHERE ARE YOU NOW?

(you could hear the muffle yells of a woman which sound as she was getting closer and closer to the break room you were currently in)

- @field-agent-aurora

I’m- excuse me- are those your rats? (Jeremy, the white furred pink haired rat crawls up onto lennons shoulder)

(you could hear the break room door burst open with a thunderous thud-.. a short woman that you would guess was about 4’11 and stature now stood in the doorway. She had brunette hair that was put up in a tight, neat bun with a couple strands loose to frame her face on the side. Her eyes were a deep force green-.. their eyes seemed kind and gentle, but something about them felt feral like they belong to an animal instead of a human for some odd reason…even though they looked perfect human. On the right side of her face, there was a white scar that resembled a Lechtenberg figure that went down for her eye to her neck, eventually disappearing into her jacket and shirt.)

OUY, YOU LITTLE RASCALS! WHERE ARE-…

(the agent quietly yelled out, seeming annoyed at something. The woman suddenly stopped her sentence when her unblinking forced green eyes met yours.)

(as lennons eyes met yours, they seemed unfocused as if he was looking somewhere behind you and at you at the same time- his Cotten candy pink hair was tied back and secured with a white ribbon. Look at him closer- pink seems to be a personality trait- his hair, gloves, mask and shoes all seem to be pink- even his lanyard is pink. You look at his clearance tag at the end of the pink lanyard- Lennon Anderson, researcher. You then look at the white rat perched on his shoulder- something about its eyes felt too human, too aware. There was a faded stain on his lab coat- like blood that had been allowed to dry before being cleaned. his pale skin looks almost sickly in the florescent lights)

excuse me, were those your rats?

(his voice is serene, and yet his “s” sounds hang on just a little too long- there’s an underlying accent you can’t quite place. His voice seems off.. not in an obvious way but in a way that doesn’t quite match his face. He’s carrying something- a file folder clamped shut with a star shaped hair clip)

The woman took a note of your peculiar look-.. the woman seemingly unfazed by the uncanny feeling she got from the researcher in front of her. After a moment, she smiled, registering the the question you had asked her.)

Yeah, most likely…* sigh * sorry for disturbing your break. Did you see where they went?

(the woman in front of you sounded exhausted as she scanned her eyes across the room. The two rats still underneath the couch looking as if they find this whole situation amusing.)

I think they went under the couch over there

(he adjusts his grip on the files in his hands, the rat on his shoulder chewing on his lab coat)

so, you like rats too?

(the woman goes to the couch, easily lifting one side of it up with one of her hands the other one stretched for the two rats to jump on)

* sigh* have you two had enough fun causing havoc around the site?

(the two rats jumped on the woman’s hand both of them, squeaking us to answer the woman. The woman slowly put the couch down and stood up to look back at you before slowly putting the rats in her coat pocket where they head popped out they’re a little heads, looking with curiosity at the rat on your shoulder.)

Yes, I absolutely adore these little troublemakers.

(the agent’s voice sounded tired, but she had a genuine smile on her face as she scratched the grey rats head.)

I see you have your own little furry companion, chewing on your coat there too.

(she says with a chuckle as she looks at the rat, chewing up the researchers coat)

*chuckles* yeah, this is Jeremy. believe it or not, he’s telepathic!

I know, I know, it sounds weird- but he really is.

*chuckles*… don’t worry I’ve seen and heard weirder than a telepathic rat.

(the agent points to the rats in her pocket)

These two little buggers are Iris and loops. They’re not telepathic, but they seem to understand human speech.

(her voice was playful as she talked about the rats, with a big toothy smile on her face when she was done speaking, she stood there for a minute before finally speaking up once more)

Oh, I completely forgot to introduce myself. I’m Aurora…. And who may you be?

I’m Lennon, Lennon Anderson! *he holds out his hand for you to shake- there’s another blood stain on his sleeve*

somebody got shot again and it wasn’t me this time

who was it this time.

Benedict (@b-ard)

He shot himself in the thigh

and why did he do that...

he forgot to put the safety on and it went off in his waistband

oh my fucking god.

yeah he’s kind of bleeding out

somebody got shot again and it wasn’t me this time

who was it this time.

Benedict (@b-ard)

He shot himself in the thigh

and why did he do that...

he forgot to put the safety on and it went off in his waistband

somebody got shot again and it wasn’t me this time

who was it this time.

Benedict (@b-ard)

He shot himself in the thigh

*benedict ard and Lennon Anderson are arguing about something small, simple- you’re in the other room trying to keep Josie away from your cheese sticks. A gunshot echos through the hallway- has history repeated itself?*

SHIT- *picks Josie up and runs to the hallway* LENNY?! BENEDICT?! WHO GOT SHOT THIS TIME???-

MEAW!!! *Josie is squirming around from the sudden movement (and also because she wants them cheesesticks 💔)*

b-ard

*benedict is folded up on the ground shaking, his gun on the ground beside him- blood is seeping through his jeans at an alarming rate as he trembles*

RONALD- HE- HE FUCKING SHOT HIMSELF- HE WENT FOR HIS GUN AND IT JUST WENT OFF-

Did- DID HE NOT PUT THE SAFETY ON?! WHAT THE HELL???

Meemawwwwwww... >:(

Josie, no. *sigh* alright, lets just...drag him to medical...I dont feel like watching someone try to pull a bullet out again...

b-ard

D-DONT TOUCH ME.

*he sounds terrified- has Benedict ever sounded this scared?*

...We need to get you to medical somehow. *crouches down next to him, setting Josie down (which she immediately runs off)* holy shit, its bleeding a lot. Uhhhh... *looks at Lennon* do we have something to use as a tourniquet??

way ahead of you *lennon is already taking his belt off* put this above the wound as tight as you can.

SHIT- *picks Josie up and runs to the hallway* LENNY?! BENEDICT?! WHO GOT SHOT THIS TIME???-

MEAW!!! *Josie is squirming around from the sudden movement (and also because she wants them cheesesticks 💔)*

b-ard

*benedict is folded up on the ground shaking, his gun on the ground beside him- blood is seeping through his jeans at an alarming rate as he trembles*