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-uhh.. hey dad? I burnt the water..
"I- I should probably find him for this- no no no wait he's not here- I should do something-
Put water on- wait no- the water's on fire- would that make it worse??
Kidd, how did you even- how did you-!?
Turn off the stove??"
hey hey hey wait if you've used the c00lgui before does that mean you could. like. /fly or something yannow
heh that'd be fun
"Oh! I never actually thought to try that before! Hold on."
*Briefly he scans his surroundings. He usually tests stuff like this back home, careful not to get caught by someone, but he's alone right now. It will probably be fine if he tests this out in the open for once.
His hand flickers tan and red a moment as he swipes it across the air in front of him, summoning the c00lgui once more.
He shakes said hand as it switches back to gray, trying to get the weird tingly feeling out. It's a similar feeling to when he swaps form, but still an unusual sensation. It's probably just some odd side effect of whatever 007n7 was doing currently. Probably coding.*
"Okay okay lets see..."
*There's this small, creeping sense of doubt. That whatever the outcome of this, it won't be good. They're quick to dismiss it as they type in the command.*
HAXX1NG...
*They hold their breath.*
HAXX1NG FA1L3D :(
"Ah, darn... No flying I suppose! Shame, I'm sure it would have been fun to-"
*Pain.
A strangled scream rips through his throat as he crumples to the ground. Forcefully his shape is shredded into a new one.
It feels like someone's tazed him directly on his neck.
Static fuzzes up from the electricity, runs along his crippled form. He feels like he's being split into a billion pieces and put back together every millisecond.
It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts-
And then its over.
He lays there, panting. The ghost sensation of electricity ripping down his spine fading.
The chip. There's a tracking chip on 007n7's neck. He forgot about that.
His body feels numb and yet he can still feel the tingling feeling at the end if his red stained fingertips. The one he briefly felt earlier. The one one gets from working on a project for far too long.
...
007n7's working on a project?
He's grateful he has his curiosity to distract him right now.
Hesitantly he brings up the c00lgui again. Searching through project files labeled in leetspeak. Looking for the most recent one.
It takes him a second to read it.
Something... Something about a clone? Is one of his clones broken?
His mind immediately wanders to Owh, but surely not. The pathfinding probably just broke or something.
He closes the Gui with a huff. Sated but not quite satisfied.
...
He should probably get up.
...
Five more minutes.*
I did the thing
I did the fucking thing
Cl00n7 is real!! and also shaking
Yay!!!!!
@cloneontheloose WHEN DID YOU UPDATE YOUR DESCRIPTION 1’S AND 0’S THING WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE??? D:<
HOW DARE YOU /sillyhj
BINARY CONVERSATION BETWEEN THE ONES YOU CAN EASILY GUESUDJIWKDOE
*This is Excited key-spamming, just making sure you know…*
Screams like FOUR FROM BFDI and runs away to do what I’ve been procrastinating…
AHHHHHHHHH
hey ! holding up okay ?
@wires-for-veins ))
"I-"
He hesitates.
"I'm okay. I think. Yeah. Maybe."
(*Somewhere on the map, between rounds… Someone that isn’t supposed to be here ‘spawns in’—Falling through a tree, and landing hard on the ground.)
After taking a moment to regain their bearings, they put their Fedora back on. And looking at their surroundings… He mutters about some “Energy Fault”, before getting up, and proceeding to wander around the area. Avoiding being in the complete open—but not going anywhere completely hidden from sight.
Not that it matters much, because his yellow skin, blue shirt, and green pants don’t exactly ‘blend in’ with most surroundings.
(-Hat-Hungry Anon, aka… the @fedoradetective wooowow)
(/Ooc: Aaaaa I’m nervous hahah… ‘:D)
He spots the person before anyone else can.
It looks like Noob. But... Noob doesn't own a fedora. Nor do they ever wander away from the cabins alone. At least, that's what he can remember.
He's not exactly hiding himself, moreso resting against a tree. Moving around- even on autopilot, relying on Pathfinding- has been tiring lately. His arm feels like it'd shatter at any moment. He hasn't been able to find a single medkit lately to replace his bandages.
The clone peers around a tree to watch the newcomer with curious eyes.
*sniff sniff*
"Interesting... Ur aren't him! What are u? :oc"
*He examines the clone like a toy*
- @kitcat-twotime
"...Oh hey- cat... Two Time?"
Owh stares at the cat for a while, glancing around the cabin.
"How did you get in here, little guy?"
Hmm. I’m so sure I’ve seen you before. At the same time, not really…
[ @ace4thespades hehehheh. hey there buster ]
[OH MY GOD??? HI????? chance jupmscare]
"You... haven't, no."
He's leaning against a tree, lines of red, sparking code lighting up the stained bandages that wrapped against his arm.
"Who... are you?"
And he hesitates here, mostly because he doesn't want Chance to know. Doesn't want them to know that he's just a copy.
But alas. He really, really wants someone familiar right now.
