#ask convict

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[There's a flash nearby from new sub.]

- @rose-the-convict

The Convict catches the light just out of the corner of his right eye, and he snaps his head in that direction, his spines standing up in surprise. He ducks down into the darker depths, creeping towards the source of the light hesitantly.

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𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢.

[sry the drawing looks so ass today, ive had art block and its seriously bumming me out cuz i love drawing for this blog]

The convict stills, the spiny fin on his back standing up, feeling the water for movement.

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[a submarine is slowly moving through the ocean of blood, with a flashing camera light from time to time]

He spots it and ducks down further into the darkness, slowly approaching the submersible with practiced caution, careful not to make a sound, though he knows he’ll eventually be picked up by the proximity sensors.

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In the darkness of the thick blood, something disturbs the flow of movement. Looking closer, it becomes apparent that it’s a… bubble? An impossible air bubble, and inside holds a person… somehow.

“Hello!! Ooo, you look cool.” The energetic voice is warbled and distorted a little, but still perfectly discernible. The person spins around to orient themself better.

“What.. the fuck?” He backs away from them a little, taking in the odd sight. “How the hell did you get down here?”

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“ I don’t really.. remember my name, or know how I am able to communicate here. But I won’t complain—any company is better than no company …unless you’re her.

Everything is dark and numb down here, under all this blood, but I manage.

I think I’ve changed since I was last at the surface, but it’s not like I can see myself anyways, so how am I supposed to know?

I still hear her voice sometimes… but at least she isn’t trying to kill me anymore, I guess. “

The SM-13 is gone.

Ava is gone.

The Eel was injured, but it survived.

And so, Simon is stuck here, at the bottom of an ocean of blood, almost entirely alone. He can’t see much in the darkness, and the sensory deprivation is driving him a little insane.

Maybe you should talk to him for a bit, or not. I don’t care.

[mod here, hi!! you may know me, my main blog is @void-of-existence , and my other iron lung ask blog is @convict-simon , so if you like my writing or art maybe you should give this blog a follow ^^

i may not post as often on this blog as i do on my other simon blog, but im hoping to do drawings for answers to some asks on here! im tryna get more into digital art since i just got a stylus, and this is a perfect excuse to do that while also drawing one of my favorite characters!

i hope you enjoy!! :3]

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Haiiii~!! :3

— @convicted-biter-anon

The convict spins around in the water, his one good eye searching the inky blackness of the blood surrounding him on all sides but still, no clue where the voice came from.

“Who’s there? …You’re not.. her. Are you? You don’t sound like her.”

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Happy pride month! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

The Convict stares at the screen for a moment, his eyebrows pinched together with confusion. Most would think he would at least know a little more on these topics, but apparently not. “…What’s that?”

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I saw that you said you miss books? Well, here's one I think you might like :)

I made sure that it's waterproof so you can read it without the blood messing it up! ^^

[A book appears on the desk inside the SM-8, next to the computer. The cover of the book says: "Project Hail Mary"]

It's about a guy named Grace, in a similar situation to yours. I think you'd like him if you got to meet him

[artblock absolutely demolished, returned better than before 😼]

The Convict stares in awe for a long moment, hesitating before he reaches out to pick up the book. He flips it over, his eyes scan over the blurb on the back.

“Thank you, so much, whoever you are.” He gasps, hugging the book to his chest.