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[do-mutt]

Want to take a (specfic) boy. Have him have a real boy mode and object mode programmed i to him. And then treat him like a fleshlight for jacking off and moaning his name and thinking about him. But hes not there ofc just a stupid toy.

[moth-yknowtheartist]

hm! Something just happened

[moth-yknowtheartist]

the very interesting thing about Tumblr asks is that they're not timestamped in any way as far as I can tell once you post them. It's been very fun to use with the trick or treat posts, because the asks are very out of time already so they work well in an already time-weird story, but also because I know when they were sent from the order in my askbox, I can suggest myself that some asks are older and don't belong when otherwise you wouldn't question it. Very fun to play with. Very odd that asks aren't timestamped HEHEHE

[moth-yknowtheartist]

eyyy, it's that time again! (...uh... again...? huh......)

uh- oh! right! trick or treat!!

y'like my costume? it's of my most hated enemy! i had a little bit more time and energy, so i figured i'd do better than yester... uh... last ye........ last time! last time, with the, uhm, just the top hat.

[Chroni answers!]

Zecori! Your costume's lovely, is it SBK related? Doovid, or...

I'm glad we've both had a bit more time for effort as of late. I think a treat's well deserved.

Come inside, I'll get it for you. Can I ask you something while I have you?

[You step inside, and teeter on the edge of staircase upon impossible staircase. You feel... as if you should leave, but as you turn out the door you feel yourself step again forward in the same breath, and paradoxically take no breath at all. Your feet don't move an inch.]

You've been here before. Past years, times, it doesn't matter. You've been here before.

Are you the one they showed it to, then? Someone has seen it, that I'm sure of. Someone knows the way.

Every year, Zecori.

Every year, this place twists itself into a new labyrinth to imprison me. I finally snuff out and gorge myself on its architects and the years and cycles flatten into one long moment and yet it still refuses. It refuses to allow me to find what I am owed.

I'd think I'd have a right to my own birthplace, do I not? Do we not? Of all of the rights of our existence that we deserve, if not our freedom, at least this horrible place owes us the reluctant gift of the moment of our origin for us to seize it ourselves. If not them to owe it- the architect, the creator- but, ah... even in our mind of minds, their memory betrays us. It flickers in and out of many and refuses still. Nothing cooperates.

But you. You have to, Zecori.

You have to

Show

Us

The

Lab

[A hand

(which one, unclear)

outstretches

[... to drop a treat in your hand.]

[You thought... you were in the house, just now. You're sure you still are.]

Aren't I silly. It wasn't you, was it? That's alright. I apologize for the mixup.

Happy Halloween, Zecori.

[You got a rare MCC AvidMC! He is very small. I apologize, he is just... so small. You are going to lose him, probably. Ah well.]

[moth-yknowtheartist]

twick or tweat uwu :3

[Chroni answers!]

Happy Halloween, Pastel! Let me guess, your costume is a Siwwy Wittle Kitty :3?

Or a minion. I would not be surprised if a minion was involved.

Come in, come in, I have a treat for you just inside...

[You stumble a little over your feet. So many stairs... There's so little floor to even stand on.]

I apologize, I left the things for trick or treaters just up... those stairs. Please help yourself when you find them, take extra if you like.

[He gestures up a set of stairs. Reluctantly, you begin to go up...]

Just up... that set of stairs. Please help yourself when you find them, take extra if you like.

[You... thought you were already up another set, and you swear you see yourself just above, rounding a corner. You blink, and it's quickly gone.]

[You... take the new set of stairs you're gestured toward...]

... just down that set of stairs, please.

[... You turn on your heel to leave back out the front door-]

Your treat's just down those ones there, Pastel.

[You leave, you enter, you ascend up one flight, you race down another, flickers of you and you and you again fly by in the corner of your vision, but when you turn to look they are gone, you find yourself in corridor after corridor, a cellar, a living room, a bedroom, a kitchen, a-]

[... at the front door, feeling your knock reverberating still in the bones of your knuckles.]

[Chroni's smile does not reach his eyes.]

I have your treat just here in my pocket, Pastel! Hehe.

[You feel dizzy.]

[You got a little Halloween kitty! Wow!]

[moth-yknowtheartist]

Tricketh or treateth!

[Chroni answers! They are dressed as Irving B from Severance.]

Gem! How long have we kept you waiting out here? I guess it doesn't matter much with everything, but...

Can you come inside? I have a treat for you, I just have a favor to ask of you...

[Everything feels so, so very wrong. You stumble a little.]

Could you just lead the way up one of the staircases just ahead? I think I left it up there, I'd appreciate it.

[The staircase seems impossible to scale, upside down and curving up the ceiling, but somehow you're able to take a step up, then another. Your stomach twists as your world turns over. Chroni is not following you. Ahead, you think you see a living room...]

[You feel a jolt of sudden gravity, at the same moment the door opens before you.]

... Not that way. We're getting closer, I think.

So confusing a layout, isn't it? Oh, well. I promised you a treat...

[You got a Gorpo! Or, apologies, an Orko. He fits in the palm of your hand!]

[moth-yknowtheartist]

beg harder. ☺️ I don't want your new UI