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SUG4RFREAK BLOG INTRO
Hello! My name is Ryan. I am male, bi + aroace + poly, and a minor. I enjoy art, writing, and good tunes.
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[There were heavy footsteps, and a piece of paper was slipped under the door of Ilya's room. Then they faded out. It was a paper torn from a notebook in a very unfashionable manner, reading;
“ Present. In the storage closet upstairs. Didn't like the taste. - 🐻❄️ ”
The handwriting and language itself was evidently from Arseni, who wasn't very educated in writing. But it knew enough to get a point across.
What it had left, however, was a comical sight. Behind the closet door was the soft sound of a hazmat suit squirming, and a man grunting. Arseni had been ordered to eat all FEMA officers; seems this one was different. He was FEMA, evident by the emblem he wore, but he had this distant look to him. When the light of the hallway flooded the small closet, the officer bound at his wrists and ankles looked up with wide eyes. He gritted his teeth.]
“ You have a terrible host. ”
[He grimaced.]
-⚠️ FEMA INVESTIGATOR ..
*Opening a weary eye at the sound of the floor trembling and something being slipped under the door, Ilya regretfully separated from Lasha's arms and let them to rest, gently nuddging them aside to get up.
They took the letter and instantly recognised it's author.*
- ... Pfft...
*Reading the note made Ilya blow air by their nose in amusement. A little laugh at the drawing, before they realized what the "present" could be. Uh oh. Cleaning duty... Again. Thank you, Arseni.*
- ... I'll be right back. Stay asleep my little star.
*Storage closest, upstairs...
Ilya took with them some trashbags, and the axe they used to cut limbs from the body trunk. Such a task so early in their day...
They opened the door in one large, sudden movement.
So sure they were going to retrieve the corpse of a poor F.E.M.A agent, Ilya jumped in the air when it mooved.*
- GWAH ! What the ! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ?
*Why was he so GREY ? And what was it with those marks ? Was it tattooes ? Or... Oh, no no no no, it looked just like Mr.FEMA ! ... Or not. Who the hell...*
- ... Bondaged I see. Poor you. But ... Could have been worse. Who are you ? How did you enter ? Speak and I may release you.
“ I should say the same to YOU! Demon! ”
[Victor bit back, grumbling. He squirmed against his restraints, glaring daggers at Ilya as he sat up. He crossed his legs to one side, gesturing with his lip to the symbol on his shoulder.]
“ Victor Petrov. Investigator for FEMA. And I WAS investigating the fact that so many workers went missing here. I don't suppose you have anything to do with it? ”
[He flicked his head to brush hair out of his eyes. He then kicked a bucket aside; the best threat he could make restrained.]
“ Now let me the hell outta this! That thing could come back and eat me any minute! It already took a crazy bite outta me! ”
[He rolled on his hip to show his arm. His suit was torn through, and his skin aswell. With blood, there seemed to be some exposed copper and silver.]
-⚠️ FEMA INVESTIGATOR
- Oh shit.
*Instincts kicked in. Not to relieve poor Victor from his restraints, no, but to stop the bleeding at least.
Reaching for a random large scrap of fabric, not the cleanest as it was used to wash the floors, Ilya attempted something. They used the handle of the axe as the solid base for a twisted bandage around what was left of his arm, and held it tight.
And of course they could not miss it. The wires. The cogs. The machine was... Bleeding.
Ilya was good at keeping the human machine alive. They were also very great with machines as a whole. But a humanish machine ? This was a first !!!
They were verifing the bandage was neatly done when Victor continued. And the former-FEMA... Laughed ? Just a little, shocked at his audacity !*
- Me ? Having anything to do with it ?Well take a look, "investigator". You don't even have a team and you expect me to blindly trust you ?
*Ilya pulled out their old F.E.M.A card. They looked stupid and happy on the grainy picture. So sure they were going to save the world. So much for a "demon". They lost their glasses. But it was undoubtibly them.
They frowned at the accusation, tho. They had surely played a part, yes... Three killed in the moove. Two fed to Arseni. Some "hunts" here and there... But so few. Surely not enough to send an investigator, right ? Who cared about ten good for nothing !*
- Besides, I am not the only yellow-suit here. Rook and Sasha are two F.E.M.A agents who are in... Medical care here. They cannot come back with you yet. See ? Three missing cases solved. Congratulations.
*They hoped presenting themselves as an humble nurse and a F.E.M.A friendly face could ease his supsicions a bit... They did not need an army swarming at the door !!!*
- Listen here, Victor.
*Their voice went a bit quieter. Like a secret between them.*
- I do not wish to harm you. And if it let you go, then you are mostly safe. BUT. The eco-system of this school is very fragile. It's peace and quiet too. I don't want F.E.M.A poking their nose in my business. You get me ?
*Nothing to see here. Forget about your arm and leave us be... Or, better yet, never leave.*
- And I knew of MR. FEMA. It's not another Android who is going to scare me.
*They said, as if the precedent robot wasnt haunting their nightmares, and the massacre they saw live on the T.V didnt struck their mind with fear...*
“ Ggg--AAAH! A little gentle, will you?! ”
[He complained, twisting and contorting in pain. He finally relaxed as he was released, squirming in his restraints. When he looked at their ID, his eyes widened a little. For a second, they glowed.]
“You. You have been missing for a while. And the others-- you all need to go BACK! There's medicine there, an infirmary there what are you DOING? ”
[Victor sat up on his knees, sucking in a pained breath. His eyes flashed again, and he kicked one of his legs out. He stared at Ilya with wide eyes, like a scared prey animal. He sat up on his knees, but the ankle restraints stopped him from standing.]
“ Android? What the HELL are you saying to me I'm not-- I'm a person! Did you not hear me the first time I'm NOTHING like that robot freak-- I am Victor Petrov. I have a wife, Arina..and a daughter named Sofiya. And...and an infant son. He was just born. Peter.”
[Poor Victor. He didn't know these memories were implanted...they happened years ago. His wife and children were much older by now. They had given up looking for him, and he had became FEMA's pawn. He lived every day as if it was the one before he died in the car crash. On his way home to his family.]
“ Can a robot make CHILDREN? I didn't think so. ”
-⚠️ FEMA INVESTIGATOR ..
*Ilya was grumbling something like "am as gentle as can be you ass, stop moving" when they realized just how scared and HURT this machine was. The way he winced, tried to escape the pain, and his little mimicks were VERY convincing.
And that was very wrong, right ?
Mr. FEMA didnt feel any pain or any "normal" human emotions. And it did not bleed either. It leaked oil at best. This thing right here behaved and thought like a human, and it bled like one.
And he was scared like one. Eyes wide and heart racing. It made nurse Ilya soften, a natural reaction toward a fellow human in need of care. Something deeply rooted in Humanity's very essence. Wasnt the first ever sign of civilisation a healed femur, proving empathy pre-dated even the simplest of tools ?*
- We have enough material here and the road toward the nearest base was too dangerous for our wounded. We managed without F.E.M.A. But Rook will surely be happy to see you. His uncle must have been worried.
*A high ranking officer, as Ilya understood. Sasha, tho, would not be happy with this...*
- I am doing my best and I am too useful here to go back. Those people need me.
*Despite all the troubles Ilya can bring with them, well, the list of their patients grew longer each day and with pride they noticed the emergency care truly became a skill of theirs.
When "Victor" spoke of his family, Ilya felt a twitch of pain in their heart. A shared sorrow. Maybe empathy. Something like pity, most surely.
If it was play pretend, this programm was very well done.
Wich was terrifying.*
- Shit. F.E.M.A made you MUCH more advanced. But you cannot deny it, Victor. Look at your arm... Do you see it... ?
*The Beatles incarnated still had visible copper and silver into the missing chunck of his arm, and the tourniquet wich prevented blood from flowing out made it even more appearant.*
- You are not a human.
*They tried to make the news a tiny bit sweeter... But it was not an easy task at all, and they werent that sweet of a person either.*
- You just look and act and think like a person.
*Wich made him, truly, a person.
And by the look on Ilya's face as they spoke, they just came to that same conclusion too.
They sighted, eyes closed.*
- Fuck...
“ My arm-- ”
[Victor repeated, dumbfounded. He turned and looked at his arm, eyes squinting. Then he looked back at Ilya, as if he was just asked the stupidest question ever by a living human. He scooted backwards out of their grip, glaring.]
“ It's PROSTHETICS you psycho! I got into an accident when I was younger, made my arm weaker. FEMA helped strengthen it. Look, the scar is on my elbow! ”
[With a painstaken yelp he pulled down more of his suit, showing the scar through bloodied skin to Ilya. Then he bit back a another cry of pain as he let go. God, it was amazing he could even stay AWAKE with an injury like this! Though, it was just slight tearing. Nothing fatal.]
“ You are-- what gives you the right to look at me and say I'm not human. Are you-- are you implying I'm a visitor now?? Those scumbags never even got CLOSE to me. Now-- now how about you stop playing OPERATION with my LIVING BODY and UNTIE ME! ”
[He got so angry his cheeks were flushed, words pounding out like venom right from a snake's fangs. In his head, he was just on another job. After this he had a family to get home to. No time to waste with kidnappings...oh man, what time was it? Was it time to go home yet?? What if his poor Arina was sitting up for him, waiting with worry in her poor eyes?]
-⚠️ FEMA INVESTIGATOR ..
- Yeah yeah, and your face is a prosthetic too ? Don't mess with me, you little punk. I know what F.E.M.A is capable off and I wont be fooled twice.
*Or thrice. They were powerless against mr.FEMA, but this guy -they couldnt help but think of it as a real guy instead of a machine, dammit- seemed way weaker than that, if Arseni could knock him down... And if he could be restrained so easilly. The way he moved like a worm trying to escape was somewhat comical...*
- Stop moving, idiot ! You wont loose blood but you could loose that arm again. If you are telling me the truth, wich I highly doubt. But I don't feel like killing you or leaving you die slowly like a pig in this closet.
*The very closet Mr.FEMA used to recharge, once he bypassed Ilya. All the threats of the machine, all Ilya saw on the T.V, it made them terrified of having another situation like this on their hands. They barely survived the first one !*
- So, I will help you. You will live, see your family again, and it will all be alright.
*They spoke a lot gentler. Almost reassuring. Empathy was one hell of a quality. Ilya usually did not possess it, but after all, didnt they have a wife and kid too, now ? Werent they able to understand the fear of never seeing them again ? Wouldnt they act just like Victor if the roles were reversed ?
This FEMA agent could be a danger for everyone here. He also could be just a lost and terrified soul. And he surely acted like the later. So, Ilya softened, quite involontuary, but by that pure and human reaction to someone in distress.*
- BUT. I need you to be cooperative with me. No screaming, running away, attacking me, seeking revenge on Arseni or anything, okay ?
*The former-FEMA went behind poor Victor, acting a bit more gentle. They couldnt use their axe anymore, so they had to untie the knots manually. They removed their gloves for this specific task... And grimaced at their own small, leathered hands. It was going to be a struggle.*
- Okay. Untiying you now. Don't try anything stupid.
*Was it a bit of fear in their voice ?*
“ yeah YEAH. I heard ya. ”
[Victor hissed back with a roll of his eyes. He winced as they began to untie the loose, but strong holding knots tied by Arseni. He hissed out a cry of pain and shook his head around. When his arms were free he brought his gloved hands to his view, wiggling his fingers and feeling the excruciating pain in the left. He grumbled and helped kick his legs out of the restraints, then made the effort to stand.]
“ I don't know why you don't expect someone not to run away in a case like this. But alright. I'll bite. ”
[Victor complained idly, leaning his bad arm away so he didn't feel the pain as much. He looked Ilya up and down...getting awfully cozy for a FEMA agent. He scowled and glared.]
“ I don't suppose you feel like sharing some of those resources to fix my arm? I ain't exactly in any condition to wander the fields bleeding out. I think visitors can smell that. May as well throw me in an ocean o' starving sharks. ”
-⚠️ FEMA INVESTIGATOR ..
this is how new yorkers @ mamdani
art i did to figuyre out drawing these things. hi
Shamelessly inserts my culture into your coffin
[There were heavy footsteps, and a piece of paper was slipped under the door of Ilya's room. Then they faded out. It was a paper torn from a notebook in a very unfashionable manner, reading;
“ Present. In the storage closet upstairs. Didn't like the taste. - 🐻❄️ ”
The handwriting and language itself was evidently from Arseni, who wasn't very educated in writing. But it knew enough to get a point across.
What it had left, however, was a comical sight. Behind the closet door was the soft sound of a hazmat suit squirming, and a man grunting. Arseni had been ordered to eat all FEMA officers; seems this one was different. He was FEMA, evident by the emblem he wore, but he had this distant look to him. When the light of the hallway flooded the small closet, the officer bound at his wrists and ankles looked up with wide eyes. He gritted his teeth.]
“ You have a terrible host. ”
[He grimaced.]
-⚠️ FEMA INVESTIGATOR ..
*Opening a weary eye at the sound of the floor trembling and something being slipped under the door, Ilya regretfully separated from Lasha's arms and let them to rest, gently nuddging them aside to get up.
They took the letter and instantly recognised it's author.*
- ... Pfft...
*Reading the note made Ilya blow air by their nose in amusement. A little laugh at the drawing, before they realized what the "present" could be. Uh oh. Cleaning duty... Again. Thank you, Arseni.*
- ... I'll be right back. Stay asleep my little star.
*Storage closest, upstairs...
Ilya took with them some trashbags, and the axe they used to cut limbs from the body trunk. Such a task so early in their day...
They opened the door in one large, sudden movement.
So sure they were going to retrieve the corpse of a poor F.E.M.A agent, Ilya jumped in the air when it mooved.*
- GWAH ! What the ! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ?
*Why was he so GREY ? And what was it with those marks ? Was it tattooes ? Or... Oh, no no no no, it looked just like Mr.FEMA ! ... Or not. Who the hell...*
- ... Bondaged I see. Poor you. But ... Could have been worse. Who are you ? How did you enter ? Speak and I may release you.
“ I should say the same to YOU! Demon! ”
[Victor bit back, grumbling. He squirmed against his restraints, glaring daggers at Ilya as he sat up. He crossed his legs to one side, gesturing with his lip to the symbol on his shoulder.]
“ Victor Petrov. Investigator for FEMA. And I WAS investigating the fact that so many workers went missing here. I don't suppose you have anything to do with it? ”
[He flicked his head to brush hair out of his eyes. He then kicked a bucket aside; the best threat he could make restrained.]
“ Now let me the hell outta this! That thing could come back and eat me any minute! It already took a crazy bite outta me! ”
[He rolled on his hip to show his arm. His suit was torn through, and his skin aswell. With blood, there seemed to be some exposed copper and silver.]
-⚠️ FEMA INVESTIGATOR
- Oh shit.
*Instincts kicked in. Not to relieve poor Victor from his restraints, no, but to stop the bleeding at least.
Reaching for a random large scrap of fabric, not the cleanest as it was used to wash the floors, Ilya attempted something. They used the handle of the axe as the solid base for a twisted bandage around what was left of his arm, and held it tight.
And of course they could not miss it. The wires. The cogs. The machine was... Bleeding.
Ilya was good at keeping the human machine alive. They were also very great with machines as a whole. But a humanish machine ? This was a first !!!
They were verifing the bandage was neatly done when Victor continued. And the former-FEMA... Laughed ? Just a little, shocked at his audacity !*
- Me ? Having anything to do with it ?Well take a look, "investigator". You don't even have a team and you expect me to blindly trust you ?
*Ilya pulled out their old F.E.M.A card. They looked stupid and happy on the grainy picture. So sure they were going to save the world. So much for a "demon". They lost their glasses. But it was undoubtibly them.
They frowned at the accusation, tho. They had surely played a part, yes... Three killed in the moove. Two fed to Arseni. Some "hunts" here and there... But so few. Surely not enough to send an investigator, right ? Who cared about ten good for nothing !*
- Besides, I am not the only yellow-suit here. Rook and Sasha are two F.E.M.A agents who are in... Medical care here. They cannot come back with you yet. See ? Three missing cases solved. Congratulations.
*They hoped presenting themselves as an humble nurse and a F.E.M.A friendly face could ease his supsicions a bit... They did not need an army swarming at the door !!!*
- Listen here, Victor.
*Their voice went a bit quieter. Like a secret between them.*
- I do not wish to harm you. And if it let you go, then you are mostly safe. BUT. The eco-system of this school is very fragile. It's peace and quiet too. I don't want F.E.M.A poking their nose in my business. You get me ?
*Nothing to see here. Forget about your arm and leave us be... Or, better yet, never leave.*
- And I knew of MR. FEMA. It's not another Android who is going to scare me.
*They said, as if the precedent robot wasnt haunting their nightmares, and the massacre they saw live on the T.V didnt struck their mind with fear...*
“ Ggg--AAAH! A little gentle, will you?! ”
[He complained, twisting and contorting in pain. He finally relaxed as he was released, squirming in his restraints. When he looked at their ID, his eyes widened a little. For a second, they glowed.]
“You. You have been missing for a while. And the others-- you all need to go BACK! There's medicine there, an infirmary there what are you DOING? ”
[Victor sat up on his knees, sucking in a pained breath. His eyes flashed again, and he kicked one of his legs out. He stared at Ilya with wide eyes, like a scared prey animal. He sat up on his knees, but the ankle restraints stopped him from standing.]
“ Android? What the HELL are you saying to me I'm not-- I'm a person! Did you not hear me the first time I'm NOTHING like that robot freak-- I am Victor Petrov. I have a wife, Arina..and a daughter named Sofiya. And...and an infant son. He was just born. Peter.”
[Poor Victor. He didn't know these memories were implanted...they happened years ago. His wife and children were much older by now. They had given up looking for him, and he had became FEMA's pawn. He lived every day as if it was the one before he died in the car crash. On his way home to his family.]
“ Can a robot make CHILDREN? I didn't think so. ”
-⚠️ FEMA INVESTIGATOR ..
*Ilya was grumbling something like "am as gentle as can be you ass, stop moving" when they realized just how scared and HURT this machine was. The way he winced, tried to escape the pain, and his little mimicks were VERY convincing.
And that was very wrong, right ?
Mr. FEMA didnt feel any pain or any "normal" human emotions. And it did not bleed either. It leaked oil at best. This thing right here behaved and thought like a human, and it bled like one.
And he was scared like one. Eyes wide and heart racing. It made nurse Ilya soften, a natural reaction toward a fellow human in need of care. Something deeply rooted in Humanity's very essence. Wasnt the first ever sign of civilisation a healed femur, proving empathy pre-dated even the simplest of tools ?*
- We have enough material here and the road toward the nearest base was too dangerous for our wounded. We managed without F.E.M.A. But Rook will surely be happy to see you. His uncle must have been worried.
*A high ranking officer, as Ilya understood. Sasha, tho, would not be happy with this...*
- I am doing my best and I am too useful here to go back. Those people need me.
*Despite all the troubles Ilya can bring with them, well, the list of their patients grew longer each day and with pride they noticed the emergency care truly became a skill of theirs.
When "Victor" spoke of his family, Ilya felt a twitch of pain in their heart. A shared sorrow. Maybe empathy. Something like pity, most surely.
If it was play pretend, this programm was very well done.
Wich was terrifying.*
- Shit. F.E.M.A made you MUCH more advanced. But you cannot deny it, Victor. Look at your arm... Do you see it... ?
*The Beatles incarnated still had visible copper and silver into the missing chunck of his arm, and the tourniquet wich prevented blood from flowing out made it even more appearant.*
- You are not a human.
*They tried to make the news a tiny bit sweeter... But it was not an easy task at all, and they werent that sweet of a person either.*
- You just look and act and think like a person.
*Wich made him, truly, a person.
And by the look on Ilya's face as they spoke, they just came to that same conclusion too.
They sighted, eyes closed.*
- Fuck...
“ My arm-- ”
[Victor repeated, dumbfounded. He turned and looked at his arm, eyes squinting. Then he looked back at Ilya, as if he was just asked the stupidest question ever by a living human. He scooted backwards out of their grip, glaring.]
“ It's PROSTHETICS you psycho! I got into an accident when I was younger, made my arm weaker. FEMA helped strengthen it. Look, the scar is on my elbow! ”
[With a painstaken yelp he pulled down more of his suit, showing the scar through bloodied skin to Ilya. Then he bit back a another cry of pain as he let go. God, it was amazing he could even stay AWAKE with an injury like this! Though, it was just slight tearing. Nothing fatal.]
“ You are-- what gives you the right to look at me and say I'm not human. Are you-- are you implying I'm a visitor now?? Those scumbags never even got CLOSE to me. Now-- now how about you stop playing OPERATION with my LIVING BODY and UNTIE ME! ”
[He got so angry his cheeks were flushed, words pounding out like venom right from a snake's fangs. In his head, he was just on another job. After this he had a family to get home to. No time to waste with kidnappings...oh man, what time was it? Was it time to go home yet?? What if his poor Arina was sitting up for him, waiting with worry in her poor eyes?]
-⚠️ FEMA INVESTIGATOR ..
I can’t fix the issue and you can’t fix the issue so what’s the fucking point?!?
“ We must find...the issue fixer. ”
-🐻❄️ Polar Bear
I.. am the issue fixer.. the issue fixer can’t fix the issue
“ Let us find another. ”
-🐻❄️ Polar Bear
What I’m not a good enough issue fixer now?
[It just gave them a look and made the wheeze of an old dog.]
-🐻❄️ Polar Bear
I can’t fix the issue and you can’t fix the issue so what’s the fucking point?!?
“ We must find...the issue fixer. ”
-🐻❄️ Polar Bear
I.. am the issue fixer.. the issue fixer can’t fix the issue
“ Let us find another. ”
-🐻❄️ Polar Bear
I can’t fix the issue and you can’t fix the issue so what’s the fucking point?!?
“ We must find...the issue fixer. ”
-🐻❄️ Polar Bear
Not being able to make separate blogs for alters is so frustrating. Because like. I could. For 200+ alters. But will I? No. Because there's no point in wasting all that Tumblr space + usernames
And yet someone will come into front and complain about a profile layout. Change it. And then when front changes the next alter is like "I don't like this layout it doesn't suit me"
And then my alters appear on the back of milk cartons
I think I really like this guy
Butchery update out. Have some slop of my oc Damien from last night + others
Dried up Jackson in the corner of the second kudos to this twerp @bayleylovebug
[There were heavy footsteps, and a piece of paper was slipped under the door of Ilya's room. Then they faded out. It was a paper torn from a notebook in a very unfashionable manner, reading;
“ Present. In the storage closet upstairs. Didn't like the taste. - 🐻❄️ ”
The handwriting and language itself was evidently from Arseni, who wasn't very educated in writing. But it knew enough to get a point across.
What it had left, however, was a comical sight. Behind the closet door was the soft sound of a hazmat suit squirming, and a man grunting. Arseni had been ordered to eat all FEMA officers; seems this one was different. He was FEMA, evident by the emblem he wore, but he had this distant look to him. When the light of the hallway flooded the small closet, the officer bound at his wrists and ankles looked up with wide eyes. He gritted his teeth.]
“ You have a terrible host. ”
[He grimaced.]
-⚠️ FEMA INVESTIGATOR ..
*Opening a weary eye at the sound of the floor trembling and something being slipped under the door, Ilya regretfully separated from Lasha's arms and let them to rest, gently nuddging them aside to get up.
They took the letter and instantly recognised it's author.*
- ... Pfft...
*Reading the note made Ilya blow air by their nose in amusement. A little laugh at the drawing, before they realized what the "present" could be. Uh oh. Cleaning duty... Again. Thank you, Arseni.*
- ... I'll be right back. Stay asleep my little star.
*Storage closest, upstairs...
Ilya took with them some trashbags, and the axe they used to cut limbs from the body trunk. Such a task so early in their day...
They opened the door in one large, sudden movement.
So sure they were going to retrieve the corpse of a poor F.E.M.A agent, Ilya jumped in the air when it mooved.*
- GWAH ! What the ! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ?
*Why was he so GREY ? And what was it with those marks ? Was it tattooes ? Or... Oh, no no no no, it looked just like Mr.FEMA ! ... Or not. Who the hell...*
- ... Bondaged I see. Poor you. But ... Could have been worse. Who are you ? How did you enter ? Speak and I may release you.
“ I should say the same to YOU! Demon! ”
[Victor bit back, grumbling. He squirmed against his restraints, glaring daggers at Ilya as he sat up. He crossed his legs to one side, gesturing with his lip to the symbol on his shoulder.]
“ Victor Petrov. Investigator for FEMA. And I WAS investigating the fact that so many workers went missing here. I don't suppose you have anything to do with it? ”
[He flicked his head to brush hair out of his eyes. He then kicked a bucket aside; the best threat he could make restrained.]
“ Now let me the hell outta this! That thing could come back and eat me any minute! It already took a crazy bite outta me! ”
[He rolled on his hip to show his arm. His suit was torn through, and his skin aswell. With blood, there seemed to be some exposed copper and silver.]
-⚠️ FEMA INVESTIGATOR
- Oh shit.
*Instincts kicked in. Not to relieve poor Victor from his restraints, no, but to stop the bleeding at least.
Reaching for a random large scrap of fabric, not the cleanest as it was used to wash the floors, Ilya attempted something. They used the handle of the axe as the solid base for a twisted bandage around what was left of his arm, and held it tight.
And of course they could not miss it. The wires. The cogs. The machine was... Bleeding.
Ilya was good at keeping the human machine alive. They were also very great with machines as a whole. But a humanish machine ? This was a first !!!
They were verifing the bandage was neatly done when Victor continued. And the former-FEMA... Laughed ? Just a little, shocked at his audacity !*
- Me ? Having anything to do with it ?Well take a look, "investigator". You don't even have a team and you expect me to blindly trust you ?
*Ilya pulled out their old F.E.M.A card. They looked stupid and happy on the grainy picture. So sure they were going to save the world. So much for a "demon". They lost their glasses. But it was undoubtibly them.
They frowned at the accusation, tho. They had surely played a part, yes... Three killed in the moove. Two fed to Arseni. Some "hunts" here and there... But so few. Surely not enough to send an investigator, right ? Who cared about ten good for nothing !*
- Besides, I am not the only yellow-suit here. Rook and Sasha are two F.E.M.A agents who are in... Medical care here. They cannot come back with you yet. See ? Three missing cases solved. Congratulations.
*They hoped presenting themselves as an humble nurse and a F.E.M.A friendly face could ease his supsicions a bit... They did not need an army swarming at the door !!!*
- Listen here, Victor.
*Their voice went a bit quieter. Like a secret between them.*
- I do not wish to harm you. And if it let you go, then you are mostly safe. BUT. The eco-system of this school is very fragile. It's peace and quiet too. I don't want F.E.M.A poking their nose in my business. You get me ?
*Nothing to see here. Forget about your arm and leave us be... Or, better yet, never leave.*
- And I knew of MR. FEMA. It's not another Android who is going to scare me.
*They said, as if the precedent robot wasnt haunting their nightmares, and the massacre they saw live on the T.V didnt struck their mind with fear...*
“ Ggg--AAAH! A little gentle, will you?! ”
[He complained, twisting and contorting in pain. He finally relaxed as he was released, squirming in his restraints. When he looked at their ID, his eyes widened a little. For a second, they glowed.]
“You. You have been missing for a while. And the others-- you all need to go BACK! There's medicine there, an infirmary there what are you DOING? ”
[Victor sat up on his knees, sucking in a pained breath. His eyes flashed again, and he kicked one of his legs out. He stared at Ilya with wide eyes, like a scared prey animal. He sat up on his knees, but the ankle restraints stopped him from standing.]
“ Android? What the HELL are you saying to me I'm not-- I'm a person! Did you not hear me the first time I'm NOTHING like that robot freak-- I am Victor Petrov. I have a wife, Arina..and a daughter named Sofiya. And...and an infant son. He was just born. Peter.”
[Poor Victor. He didn't know these memories were implanted...they happened years ago. His wife and children were much older by now. They had given up looking for him, and he had became FEMA's pawn. He lived every day as if it was the one before he died in the car crash. On his way home to his family.]
“ Can a robot make CHILDREN? I didn't think so. ”
-⚠️ FEMA INVESTIGATOR ..
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click clack collection
[There were heavy footsteps, and a piece of paper was slipped under the door of Ilya's room. Then they faded out. It was a paper torn from a notebook in a very unfashionable manner, reading;
“ Present. In the storage closet upstairs. Didn't like the taste. - 🐻❄️ ”
The handwriting and language itself was evidently from Arseni, who wasn't very educated in writing. But it knew enough to get a point across.
What it had left, however, was a comical sight. Behind the closet door was the soft sound of a hazmat suit squirming, and a man grunting. Arseni had been ordered to eat all FEMA officers; seems this one was different. He was FEMA, evident by the emblem he wore, but he had this distant look to him. When the light of the hallway flooded the small closet, the officer bound at his wrists and ankles looked up with wide eyes. He gritted his teeth.]
“ You have a terrible host. ”
[He grimaced.]
-⚠️ FEMA INVESTIGATOR ..
*Opening a weary eye at the sound of the floor trembling and something being slipped under the door, Ilya regretfully separated from Lasha's arms and let them to rest, gently nuddging them aside to get up.
They took the letter and instantly recognised it's author.*
- ... Pfft...
*Reading the note made Ilya blow air by their nose in amusement. A little laugh at the drawing, before they realized what the "present" could be. Uh oh. Cleaning duty... Again. Thank you, Arseni.*
- ... I'll be right back. Stay asleep my little star.
*Storage closest, upstairs...
Ilya took with them some trashbags, and the axe they used to cut limbs from the body trunk. Such a task so early in their day...
They opened the door in one large, sudden movement.
So sure they were going to retrieve the corpse of a poor F.E.M.A agent, Ilya jumped in the air when it mooved.*
- GWAH ! What the ! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ?
*Why was he so GREY ? And what was it with those marks ? Was it tattooes ? Or... Oh, no no no no, it looked just like Mr.FEMA ! ... Or not. Who the hell...*
- ... Bondaged I see. Poor you. But ... Could have been worse. Who are you ? How did you enter ? Speak and I may release you.
“ I should say the same to YOU! Demon! ”
[Victor bit back, grumbling. He squirmed against his restraints, glaring daggers at Ilya as he sat up. He crossed his legs to one side, gesturing with his lip to the symbol on his shoulder.]
“ Victor Petrov. Investigator for FEMA. And I WAS investigating the fact that so many workers went missing here. I don't suppose you have anything to do with it? ”
[He flicked his head to brush hair out of his eyes. He then kicked a bucket aside; the best threat he could make restrained.]
“ Now let me the hell outta this! That thing could come back and eat me any minute! It already took a crazy bite outta me! ”
[He rolled on his hip to show his arm. His suit was torn through, and his skin aswell. With blood, there seemed to be some exposed copper and silver.]
-⚠️ FEMA INVESTIGATOR
