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@firstgemboy

∆ { Being insane usually meant being rather self-reliant out of circumstance. People avoided those with tampered minds like the plague, edging to the windows of shops and peeling away from their windows, and while Jean completely respected that and would probably have done the same if he were sane, he didn’t have the knowledge to be so self-reliant anymore.

He was in a completely unfamiliar place, all alone and surrounded by foreign, alien contraptions that confused him. He staggered through the streets, hugging himself to try and quell his fears. His eyes darted all around, looking for help or harm. About a hundred feet ahead, there was a young man, couldn’t be more than sixteen years old, and Jean’s wide eyes lit up. Kids were better than adults.

“H-Hey! Hey!” he called, but upon feeling vile eldritch influence try to change what came out of his mouth, he clamped it shut and slapped a hand over it, muffling the scream of pain that came from denying their orders.

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∆ { Trembling fingers dug into sunken cheeks with a vice grip, and milky white eyes widened and watered with tears. He felt sick. He felt lost.

So even with his ass dropped in a completely new place in the middle of the night, a place filled with creatures and contraptions alien and intimidating to him, nothing had intrinsically changed. A wave of grief and anxiety struck him, and upon it rode eldritch cackles and screams that ricocheted in his head. Unable to hold back, he waited for his tongue to move upon its own, to indefatigably spout terrible accusations and revelations.

But that never came. He waited thirty seconds––a minute––five minutes. No relief.

“Come on, come on...!” he cried, tugging at his hair to try and compel his body to cooperate. Alas, it was fruitless, and the sermons of those wicked beasts only grew louder. He broke into a sprint, trying to find someplace to hide, someplace to recuperate, someplace to break down and let it all out.

A long, white, snake-like piece of segmented metal bellowed about six hundred feet to his left as he approached a small, chrome sort of shelter that was called Beta Station (even though two of the walls were missing and there was no real door, but whatever a shelter was in this fucking hellhole, Beta Station was one of them). Jean staggered up to the snake as it slowed to a stop, nearly tripping on the stairs leading up to a door inside. After a rather cursory look around him, he saw no other signs of life in this segment of the snake.

As soon as the doors closed once more and the snake sped off, Jean leaned against the wall, sank to his knees, and let out a long, keening wail, which broke off into desperate sobs. The gods just would not let him catch a fucking break, would they?

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∆ { regret. || whohassummonedme. }

@whohassummonedme

∆ { BIG BOY. }

“That… is a sentiment I have echoed for the longest time. Yet I have learned that erasing my faults would mean nothing if I could not learn from them, even if those lessons… have not stuck with me just yet. There is a value in trying, and committing to a better future, accepting that one’s wrongs do not define them if they act to repent.”

“Now, ah… what was your order? And, if I may be so bold as to ask, I noticed you might need a napkin for that, ah, mess.”

∆ { “I guess that’s true,” Jean sighed lightly. “It all just hurts. And I know I’ve hurt people, and I don’t wanna be like that. Don’t wanna be a garbage boy anymore.”

At the mention of a mess, Jean looked down at his straitjacket and then broke into laughter. “Oh, this? Oh, no! It’s just dried blood and gore... and a little bit of vomit... and probably lots of tears. Don’t worry about it; I’m just a messy boy, both inside and out! A-And for food? Can I get an... uh... Oh! Bagel! Can I get an egg bagel with cream cheese and a glass of milk?”

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( @gravefandango )

❝ have you ever thought about how DELICATE a balance is? ❞

of any kind, really. however, it is the remarkable fragility of a perishable bond maintained by exceptionally contradictory forces that is particularly fascinating as it practically begs for one to deliberately instigate its disastrous collapse.

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( @depowered )

❝ how many have you encountered here? others like YOU? ❞

though it would certainly not be unreasonable for multiple meanings to be drawn from the pair of related queries, it is the solitary female's inhuman nature to which prying words truly refer.

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( @dissolvendae )

perhaps it is utterly insensible to be so astounded by the amount of inhabitants of this fabricated city who are not entirely human, but the speed with which these unforeseen discoveries are made is undeniably remarkable. after all, this unfamiliar female - whose obsidian tresses are truly reminiscent of an abnormally dark night - is only the third individual to be encountered here. she is practically a living combination of humanistic qualities and animalistic traits. an undetectable tug at her guarded mind has generously offered up these few details to the intrusive entity, and another shameless tug prompts more fascinating details to spill forth. for now, these useful cards that have been dealt with ease will remain inactive as there are significant particulars that must be unveiled with haste. sickening is the unforgotten taste of politeness as comprehensible words designed to demonstrate it are summoned forth to rosy lips.

❝ you wouldn't mind answering a few questions, would you? ❞

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( @hakuroutengu )

NOT human.

like the first autumn breeze to tenderly caress fall leaves, it is this initial thought that hastily acquaints itself with the forefront of their her mind when absolutely unrecognizable features are unexpectedly consumed by blueberry optics. though the mortal embodiment of untainted purity that the depraved entity contentedly inhabits nowadays has not been a comfortable home for too long, quite some time has managed to pass since an unforeseen encounter with an otherworldly being has transpired. how easy it would be to simply pry desired details right from the mind of the lone figure. still, there is so much more fun to be found in embracing a potential challenge, which is precisely the reason why a single query is posed.

❝ and what might you be? ❞

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( @xpuzzles )

how ODD.

though undeniable youthfulness illuminates amethyst pools, his mind is not some vibrant playground that has never been maliciously plagued by tumultuous storms. though bloodstained claws have mischievously scratched the surface instead of mercilessly tearing apart the treasure chest of knowledge that permanently resides within the unfamiliar boy or courteously leaving it be, they do not she does not intend to inflict suffering. it is simply a touch of amusement that is presently desired. it is because the words that will soon depart from poinsettia lips will undoubtedly be perceived as suspicious that the odds of that natural craving being satiated sooner rather than later are deemed to be considerable.

❝ isn't it strange? how life can seem like a GAME? ❞

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