Whatever I Feel Like

Hi. I'm Wren. People say I'm a bit of a wild card. (M!A: None. Event: None. Header found in https://bit.ly/2YoaXjH . Icon by me. Mun is a minor.) 

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Wren is not available for asks at the moment. Apologies for the inconvenience! I hope you understand!

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Wren burst into her house, flinging the front door open and running in. To say she was happy to be back home would be an understatement.

She might not have shown it much on camera, but the time stuck in the killing game was not fun to say the least. Now that she's back, she's certainly ready to have some fun.

Taking her phone out, Wren made her way towards her bedroom, locking the door behind her.

And...well, let's just say she had some fun.

Event End: Threads of Trust

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(Hey, check out @threads-of-trust to see Wren! Inbox here is still open, so feel free to send shit here!)

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P̸̧̀ó̸̖p̷̎ͅ ̶̩̌g̶̨͐o̷͙͠ẹ̷̈́s̷͚̽ ̵͕̓t̷͈̅h̷͔͑ë̵͚́ ̷͔̑ẃ̶͖e̶̹̕a̴̍ͅs̵̪̐e̵̻͋l̷̫̉.̶͎̅.̶̮̀.̷̭̈́

T̷͚̈́h̸̨͑ê̷͖ ̶̞̒t̴̜͝h̸͓̊r̸̹̈́ê̴̝ạ̴͘d̴̳̂s̶̼̊ ̴͙̐ō̵̥f̶͓̎ ̴͙̚t̴͖͛r̴̼̋u̸͎̿t̴͇͋h̸̥́ ̷̮͊l̷̝͊ǐ̸̗e̶̘͗ ̷̻͌ỉ̷̹n̷͍̄ ̵͛ͅỷ̴̹o̵̢̓u̶̻͊ŕ̵̬ ̵͇͠h̸̜̆å̷̠n̵͇̐ḓ̷̈́s̸͖̆.̷͍͘

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Promo

There were a few loud bangs given to, presumably, a camera behind a staticy screen. A child-like voice came through the static screen’s end, at least the audio worked. It may have been a familar or unfamiliar voice coming through your end, that’s on you though. “Are you kidding me...work you piece of sh...-” There were a few more bangs before the appearance of a short male with purple hair appeared, his face was pretty close up to the camera until said male, backed up. His eyes had a similar color of the ends of his hair, almost. His outfit was quite strange, however, it looked what would be called a straitjacket and a checker-printed bandana. The male stood there in a confident, almost cocky pose, one hand on his hip and the other maintained in a stance as he admired his nails.

“Alright, I’ll make this short and sweet. I’m Kokichi Oma, Ultimate Supreme Leader, if you couldn’t already tell.” More like former Ultimate Supreme Leader since, DICE doesn’t exist to being with... “Got out of the killing game simulation a few days prior, blah blah blah...nothing else has occurred ever since and, well...here I am. Just for the thrill of it, I demand a promo.” He finally made eye to eye contact with you as he placed his hands behind his head.

(( WE’RE BACK BABEEYY!! It’s been a solid uh...possibly eight months since, this blog, formally known as @ask-a-fatigued-liar, has been alive? So, since it’s the New Year I decided to revamp the blog, completely restart it with a semi-planned plot and its appearance! Kokichi is postgame obviously as he’s mentioned that he just got out of the killing game a few days prior. Though, anyone is allowed to interact even if you weren’t tagged! So, have fun and I apologize for this gremlin’s behavior in advance. 💜 💜 💜 ))

@ask-miu-iruma @ask-the-ultimate-assassin @ask-shslpianist @ask-nondespair-kiibo @sticks-ndstones @ultimate-aikido-master @ultimate-cosplayer @ask-amamii @ask-shuichi-iguess @ask-the-ultimate-robot @ask-the-ultimate-adventurer @ask-a-cool-spaceguy @ask-shsl-magician @ask-the-shsl-maid @crxate-the-nxw-wxrld @ultimate-cosplayer + and anyone else who wants to join in!

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“Oh, hello! I’m Wren. Nice to meet you Kokichi.”

Wren gave Kokichi a wave, seeming pretty energetic.

:I’m the Ultimate Cardist! But your talent sounds cooler!”

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Ah, it's been a while since I've observed her. Hmm...where is she?

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“Do not move or you might be s̴̻͊̋t̵̨̧̺̔͊ä̷̮͖̜́̋̄b̵̨̮̊͊̓ḇ̶̖͌͝ẽ̵̬̬̹́d̷̞͌͜...”

.....

The text came flying onto the screen at a break neck pace. There is a thumping bass coming from the speakers, like the sound of loud heart beat.

“Music can help us all relax.... singing is relaxing... what to do what do I chose...”

Slow, melodic, and agonizingly cheery carnival music began to play, as the monitor sings!

“All around the mulberry bush,

The monkey chased the weasel,

The monkey stopped to pull up his sock,

Pop! goes the weasel.”

“Pop! goes the weasel.

Pop! goes the weasel.

Pop! goes the weasel.

Pop! goes the weasel.

Pop! goes the weasel.”

The music sounded... closer, despite the monitor not moving an inch. The text typed at a mile a minute, not slowing for anything.

“Jimmy’s got the whooping cough

And Tommy’s got the measles

That’s the way the story goes

Pop! goes the weasel.”

“Pop! goes the weasel.

Pop! goes the weasel.

Pop! goes the weasel.

Pop! goes the weasel.

Pop! goes the weasel.”

The once happy melody is soured and drowned out by a much more.... overwhelming sound. Breathing. No, wheezing. Gasping, begging for breath, choking. The sound is right in your ear. A speaker shouldn’t be able to do that...?

“Up and down the City road,

In and out the Eagle,

That’s the way the money goes,

Pop! goes the weasel.”

“Pop! goes the weasel.

Pop! goes the weasel.

Pop! goes the weasel.

Pop! goes the weasel.

Pop-!”

The text is cut off by an ear piercing scream, accompanied by an image staring right at you. Reaching for you.

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Test complete!

Thank you for participating.

Your results are being processed.....

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“...alright. Goodbye then.”

Wren goes off screen.

...and then here come the sounds that show that they are not fine.

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👾 Please ignore any external stimulus. Concentrate only on this screen.

There are no unexpected guests in your house. There are no unusual sounds coming from the inside of your house.

Do not take your eyes off the screen.

Do you understand?

> Yes

> No

“Alright.”

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👾 .........

Do you think I can tell when you look away from your monitor?

> Yes

> Y̵̺̐̎͊͗e̸̙̎́̎ş̷̩̲̼̍̀

> Y̸̟̱͈͔̤͖̻͛͆̃̇̓̈́ḛ̵͋̆́s̷̢̥̥͚̱̮̩̝͍̠͍̓̂ͅ

> M̸̛̩̤̗̓̔̈͊̓̈́͝ḁ̵̗̹̲͕̎̌̔̓̈́́̎͆͘͝y̸̪̭̼̫͇̙͇͕̱̳̘̹͓̓̀͊̇̾̇̈͝͝ͅḃ̶̨̧̨̢̲̰̺̺̜̦̻͎͉̿́̔͋́͘͘e̸̛̘̅̃̅́͋̏̆̃͂̀̕͘͠

“...okay, can you not? And probably yes.”

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👾 Did you look away from your screen?

> Yes

> No

> Fuck you

“Yes, I did. Now can we please move on?”

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👾 Please take a moment to look away from your monitor, and observe the nearest exit.

Make sure you could run if something were to happen.

Do this now.

Now.

CONTINUE.

“Okay.”

Wren glances at the door to their backyard.

“Continue.”

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👾......................

*Footsteps cease...*

Your recent answers indicate you are exhibiting a fight-or-flight response and may be at risk of an Acute Stress Reaction.

I will need you to breathe slowly and calm down...

Press Continue when you are calm...

...only when you are calm.

CONTINUE.

“Sure.”

Wren glances around again, before letting out a deep breath, one that apparently they did not know were holding in.

“...huh. Okay, continue.”

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👾 What is the next number in the following sequence? 10, 20, 30, 40...

*Soft footsteps...*

> 50

> 874739

> I̷̯͚̗̤̫͎̤̒͌̑̊̂̈̾̚͝͝’̴̧̗̖̟͋̂̉͑̏̔m̸̡͙̱̼̦̞̻͍̥͓̳̾́̐͛̕ ̵̖̦͓̖̤͖̯̰͖̄̆̏̓͝ī̴̢͖̣̜͚̥̙̱̤̬̲̣̱n̴̖̤̠̼͎̮̈̅̓̓̃͐͐͌̏ş̷̱͎̱̥̣̥͚͕̋̓͗̃ͅĭ̶̦͖̥̮͙͇̟̿̃̑̑̈́̈́͘͝͠d̵̨̼̹͛̋̿̈́̓̽̑̈́́͘̕é̶̥̖̩̜̲͊̓́͊͋͛́͘͘͘ ̵̧̣̞̼̤͙̳͎͆̔͐̉̈̓̐͗̽̈́͂͛ỳ̴̞̭̤͉̗̜̣̲̹͓͑̔̉̌͊͘ö̸̧̖̱̙̩̏͌͛̃̀̏̿͘̚u̷͔̍̎͗͛̀́̓́̚ŗ̸̨͙͎͕͔̱̾̾̀̄̒͆̀͆͐̒͒̕͜͠ͅ ̵̨̧̘̦̤̞͍̱̤̹̹̹̀̅̇̎͑̓͆͌͜͠ḧ̷͇̬̆̉͛̏̑̈͠o̷̧̨͙̫̹̱̜͇͖͉̯͗̍̎̿͌̕͝ǘ̸̠̻̟̯̥̟̙s̷̥͈̜̠̞̪͠ͅe̴̛̙͎̼̹̞̔́̌̓̐͊̅͗̑̆

“50.”

Wren glances around after hearing the footsteps.

“Okay, this isn’t funny.”

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👾 Do you trust me? (To do the right thing.)

> Yes

> No

“I mean, as far as I know, you haven’t done anything wrong. So, yeah.”

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👾 Select any of the following industries that you have occupational experience with:

> Law enforcement

> Private security detail

> Mercenary

> Military

> None of thee above

“...none.”

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👾 Lying is forbidden.

.......

Please select any of the following sports you have played.

> Wrestling

> Mixed Martial Arts

> Taekwondo

> Jujutsu

> None of thee above

“None of the above. I did track in middle school, though.”