#darkandlightsides

[foreverisnotafter]

It was probably a few hours of just lingering and speaking between Jason and the mystery war criminal in the other cell. It had probably been lights out for a little while, before...

"Alright, little pup. Ready to hear my escape plan for you..?"

@thedarksidesoffice

Jason had taken to pulling his mattress over towards the edge of his cage, dragging it bit by bit towards Seer as they'd spoken.. It felt a bit nicer having someone in view, even if she couldn't see him back... He'd kept his void fed, to the point that it was starting to become a little uncomfortable to compress it inside himself again.. He'd bare it easily as he had before.

He was half asleep by the time they'd gotten around to it, sitting up in the bed with a yawn..

"Mm.. yeah? Plan.. you said somethin' about that.. "

[wolftheidioticfan]

RALPH?

[felixcosm]

I bought you vidy game bought vidu game play vidyo glame video gam

What a nice little guy, thank you! I'm sure there is nothing wrong with him! Can't wait to download him onto my computer and let him have at my personal files :)

[sovereignsecurity]

It was a normal night within the small toddlers bedroom, the lights were out and it was a practically perfect temperature to sleep in. Nice and warm but a nice breeze coming from underneath the door.

It was perfectly quiet, about up until the small box tv inside Malachi's room inexplicably turns itself on.

It was on no particular channel, just a burning static screen- It wasnt too loud though, just a soft buzz that maybe one would think of as whitenoise. Perhaps it would of maybe even kept the kid asleep- if it wasnt for the softest little voice that escaped the screen. "H--el=0?"

Malachi jumped right when the television turned on by itself. He stared at it, wrapping a blanket around his head likeit would protect him..

When it spoke, tears sprung to his eyes.. He sniffled, trembling like a leaf now.. It was gonna hurt him again, just like the dog had. Mal was so terrified already, his wings bristling and his coils tucked tight under the bedding, that he didn't respond right away. He thought that maybe, if he stood really still, it wouldn't notice him.

[clickonmedotexe]

"Hey Reeexxx...? Mind telling us how you were like when you were a kid for some really important data. Like super important. If it sweetens the deal we might make fun of Vir about it."

"Me? Vir? What the fuck are you talking about." Rex says halfheartedly, not really caring about whatever is happening with the annoying virus versions of himself. As long as it stays far away from him and his family - and his friends.

"As a kid I was quiet, always ready to run away or shank someone if I had to. Then as a teen I realized I could get much further if I just crank up the charm and trick people into trustin me."

[neverendingparable]

👁Ò̷̱̖͕̫͈̻̼̮͈̙̤̮͗͆̐̉̚Ṕ̷̢̧̮̫̫͎̇͆̃͗́̈̊͑̚ͅͅE̵̠̠̘̠̿̑͋͐̐̔͆̈́̈́̿̆̍̊̓̑͠͝Ṇ̶̳͌͂̃̊͜ ̵̡̨̧̧̺̟͎̖̈́̌̈́̈̓̾͛͜ͅͅY̶̹͕̺͚͈̪̼͇͇̥͕̼̯̬͓͐̈́̇O̸̢̟̝͚̪͙̣̗͉͈͔͙͔͕͊͆̃̎̉͛̀͗͆̏́̊Ų̵̡̛̩͕̳̤̺̻̝͂̊̓̔̌͑́R̷̘̜̆̽̉͂͋̊̈̏͗̅̚͝ ̷̦͍̻̦̹̯̓̌̅̇̓̌̒̋̑̕͝͝͠͠͝E̸̦̟̦͈̲̭̬̖̫̞̱͇͍̻̳̱̎̓̊̀͠Y̶̢̫̖̪̤̙͎̬͙͎͖͓͓̽̈́̋̈͜͜Ẽ̸̢̡̺̹̩̰̼̤͍̯̲̹̜̣̾̏̾̍̔͌̔̀͝ͅŞ̷̼̣͓͇̙̖͓̗̈́̑̇.̴͙̱̜͔͕̳̀́͗͌̈̇͐̓̈̈͊̅̅̆̾̑̕ ̸͍͕̻̽̐Ŏ̵̧̠̮̹͇̙̼͍̮̲͔͉̪̃̈́͑͂͗̓̊̎̓̂̀͠P̶͕̘̥̭̜̣̠̦̏̈̽E̵̫͍̣̟̬̞̙̥͕̬̪̼̟͚̎́̌̀́͑͋̓̂͌̊̂̚͝͝Ņ̷̡͉̱̺͙̺͕͇͈̙͕̃͌̀͑͂͗͒̉̈͊͜ ̷̧̛̠͇̩̦̫̩̳̖̩̪͚͚̖́͛̐̊̃̏̑̉͋̍̈Y̴̥͓̥̼͓̍̓̈́̐̌̑̍̀̆Ǒ̷̻̮̻̦̺̗̈́͑Ų̶̡̜̦͚͖̲͇̙͎̠̭͍̟̮̂̆̑̌͗̈́͂̂͠ͅR̷̡̰̝̦̣̳̼͔͕̦̓̑̍̅͂̽̾͋̄̃͒́̒̔͜͝͝͝ ̴̩̌̽̓̃̾̌̾̑̈́̍̅̚͘͝Ę̵̡͓̯͔͇̣̓͂̃̋̆͛̄͑̕͝Y̶͇̼͈̞͇̥͚͔̟͓̱̓̍̆̽̀͘͝E̸̢͔̳̣̙͕̅̒̆̑͑͂̈́̒̆̃̉͘͝͠͠ͅS̵̡̡̧͕̹͇̫̭̺̰̹͓̼̻̈́͐͜.̵̨̳̮̉̽́̾̐͘Ò̷̱̖͕̫͈̻̼̮͈̙̤̮͗͆̐̉̚Ṕ̷̢̧̮̫̫͎̇͆̃͗́̈̊͑̚ͅͅE̵̠̠̘̠̿̑͋͐̐̔͆̈́̈́̿̆̍̊̓̑͠͝Ṇ̶̳͌͂̃̊͜ ̵̡̨̧̧̺̟͎̖̈́̌̈́̈̓̾͛͜ͅͅY̶̹͕̺͚͈̪̼͇͇̥͕̼̯̬͓͐̈́̇O̸̢̟̝͚̪͙̣̗͉͈͔͙͔͕͊͆̃̎̉͛̀͗͆̏́̊Ų̵̡̛̩͕̳̤̺̻̝͂̊̓̔̌͑́R̷̘̜̆̽̉͂͋̊̈̏͗̅̚͝ ̷̦͍̻̦̹̯̓̌̅̇̓̌̒̋̑̕͝͝͠͠͝E̸̦̟̦͈̲̭̬̖̫̞̱͇͍̻̳̱̎̓̊̀͠Y̶̢̫̖̪̤̙͎̬͙͎͖͓͓̽̈́̋̈͜͜Ẽ̸̢̡̺̹̩̰̼̤͍̯̲̹̜̣̾̏̾̍̔͌̔̀͝ͅŞ̷̼̣͓͇̙̖͓̗̈́̑̇.̴͙̱̜͔͕̳̀́͗͌̈̇͐̓̈̈͊̅̅̆̾̑̕ ̸͍͕̻̽̐Ŏ̵̧̠̮̹͇̙̼͍̮̲͔͉̪̃̈́͑͂͗̓̊̎̓̂̀͠P̶͕̘̥̭̜̣̠̦̏̈̽E̵̫͍̣̟̬̞̙̥͕̬̪̼̟͚̎́̌̀́͑͋̓̂͌̊̂̚͝͝Ņ̷̡͉̱̺͙̺͕͇͈̙͕̃͌̀͑͂͗͒̉̈͊͜ ̷̧̛̠͇̩̦̫̩̳̖̩̪͚͚̖́͛̐̊̃̏̑̉͋̍̈Y̴̥͓̥̼͓̍̓̈́̐̌̑̍̀̆Ǒ̷̻̮̻̦̺̗̈́͑Ų̶̡̜̦͚͖̲͇̙͎̠̭͍̟̮̂̆̑̌͗̈́͂̂͠ͅR̷̡̰̝̦̣̳̼͔͕̦̓̑̍̅͂̽̾͋̄̃͒́̒̔͜͝͝͝ ̴̩̌̽̓̃̾̌̾̑̈́̍̅̚͘͝Ę̵̡͓̯͔͇̣̓͂̃̋̆͛̄͑̕͝Y̶͇̼͈̞͇̥͚͔̟͓̱̓̍̆̽̀͘͝E̸̢͔̳̣̙͕̅̒̆̑͑͂̈́̒̆̃̉͘͝͠͠ͅS̵̡̡̧͕̹͇̫̭̺̰̹͓̼̻̈́͐͜.̵̨̳̮̉̽́̾̐͘Ò̷̱̖͕̫͈̻̼̮͈̙̤̮͗͆̐̉̚Ṕ̷̢̧̮̫̫͎̇͆̃͗́̈̊͑̚ͅͅE̵̠̠̘̠̿̑͋͐̐̔͆̈́̈́̿̆̍̊̓̑͠͝Ṇ̶̳͌͂̃̊͜ ̵̡̨̧̧̺̟͎̖̈́̌̈́̈̓̾͛͜ͅͅY̶̹͕̺͚͈̪̼͇͇̥͕̼̯̬͓͐̈́̇O̸̢̟̝͚̪͙̣̗͉͈͔͙͔͕͊͆̃̎̉͛̀͗͆̏́̊Ų̵̡̛̩͕̳̤̺̻̝͂̊̓̔̌͑́R̷̘̜̆̽̉͂͋̊̈̏͗̅̚͝ ̷̦͍̻̦̹̯̓̌̅̇̓̌̒̋̑̕͝͝͠͠͝E̸̦̟̦͈̲̭̬̖̫̞̱͇͍̻̳̱̎̓̊̀͠Y̶̢̫̖̪̤̙͎̬͙͎͖͓͓̽̈́̋̈͜͜Ẽ̸̢̡̺̹̩̰̼̤͍̯̲̹̜̣̾̏̾̍̔͌̔̀͝ͅŞ̷̼̣͓͇̙̖͓̗̈́̑̇.̴͙̱̜͔͕̳̀́͗͌̈̇͐̓̈̈͊̅̅̆̾̑̕ ̸͍͕̻̽̐Ŏ̵̧̠̮̹͇̙̼͍̮̲͔͉̪̃̈́͑͂͗̓̊̎̓̂̀͠P̶͕̘̥̭̜̣̠̦̏̈̽E̵̫͍̣̟̬̞̙̥͕̬̪̼̟͚̎́̌̀́͑͋̓̂͌̊̂̚͝͝Ņ̷̡͉̱̺͙̺͕͇͈̙͕̃͌̀͑͂͗͒̉̈͊͜ ̷̧̛̠͇̩̦̫̩̳̖̩̪͚͚̖́͛̐̊̃̏̑̉͋̍̈Y̴̥͓̥̼͓̍̓̈́̐̌̑̍̀̆Ǒ̷̻̮̻̦̺̗̈́͑Ų̶̡̜̦͚͖̲͇̙͎̠̭͍̟̮̂̆̑̌͗̈́͂̂͠ͅR̷̡̰̝̦̣̳̼͔͕̦̓̑̍̅͂̽̾͋̄̃͒́̒̔͜͝͝͝ ̴̩̌̽̓̃̾̌̾̑̈́̍̅̚͘͝Ę̵̡͓̯͔͇̣̓͂̃̋̆͛̄͑̕͝Y̶͇̼͈̞͇̥͚͔̟͓̱̓̍̆̽̀͘͝E̸̢͔̳̣̙͕̅̒̆̑͑͂̈́̒̆̃̉͘͝͠͠ͅS̵̡̡̧͕̹͇̫̭̺̰̹͓̼̻̈́͐͜.̵̨̳̮̉̽́̾̐͘Ò̷̱̖͕̫͈̻̼̮͈̙̤̮͗͆̐̉̚Ṕ̷̢̧̮̫̫͎̇͆̃͗́̈̊͑̚ͅͅE̵̠̠̘̠̿̑͋͐̐̔͆̈́̈́̿̆̍̊̓̑͠͝Ṇ̶̳͌͂̃̊͜ ̵̡̨̧̧̺̟͎̖̈́̌̈́̈̓̾͛͜ͅͅY̶̹͕̺͚͈̪̼͇͇̥͕̼̯̬͓͐̈́̇O̸̢̟̝͚̪͙̣̗͉͈͔͙͔͕͊͆̃̎̉͛̀͗͆̏́̊Ų̵̡̛̩͕̳̤̺̻̝͂̊̓̔̌͑́R̷̘̜̆̽̉͂͋̊̈̏͗̅̚͝ ̷̦͍̻̦̹̯̓̌̅̇̓̌̒̋̑̕͝͝͠͠͝E̸̦̟̦͈̲̭̬̖̫̞̱͇͍̻̳̱̎̓̊̀͠Y̶̢̫̖̪̤̙͎̬͙͎͖͓͓̽̈́̋̈͜͜Ẽ̸̢̡̺̹̩̰̼̤͍̯̲̹̜̣̾̏̾̍̔͌̔̀͝ͅŞ̷̼̣͓͇̙̖͓̗̈́̑̇.̴͙̱̜͔͕̳̀́͗͌̈̇͐̓̈̈͊̅̅̆̾̑̕ ̸͍͕̻̽̐Ŏ̵̧̠̮̹͇̙̼͍̮̲͔͉̪̃̈́͑͂͗̓̊̎̓̂̀͠P̶͕̘̥̭̜̣̠̦̏̈̽E̵̫͍̣̟̬̞̙̥͕̬̪̼̟͚̎́̌̀́͑͋̓̂͌̊̂̚͝͝Ņ̷̡͉̱̺͙̺͕͇͈̙͕̃͌̀͑͂͗͒̉̈͊͜ ̷̧̛̠͇̩̦̫̩̳̖̩̪͚͚̖́͛̐̊̃̏̑̉͋̍̈Y̴̥͓̥̼͓̍̓̈́̐̌̑̍̀̆Ǒ̷̻̮̻̦̺̗̈́͑Ų̶̡̜̦͚͖̲͇̙͎̠̭͍̟̮̂̆̑̌͗̈́͂̂͠ͅR̷̡̰̝̦̣̳̼͔͕̦̓̑̍̅͂̽̾͋̄̃͒́̒̔͜͝͝͝ ̴̩̌̽̓̃̾̌̾̑̈́̍̅̚͘͝Ę̵̡͓̯͔͇̣̓͂̃̋̆͛̄͑̕͝Y̶͇̼͈̞͇̥͚͔̟͓̱̓̍̆̽̀͘͝E̸̢͔̳̣̙͕̅̒̆̑͑͂̈́̒̆̃̉͘͝͠͠ͅS̵̡̡̧͕̹͇̫̭̺̰̹͓̼̻̈́͐͜.̵̨̳̮̉̽́̾̐͘Ò̷̱̖͕̫͈̻̼̮͈̙̤̮͗͆̐̉̚Ṕ̷̢̧̮̫̫͎̇͆̃͗́̈̊͑̚ͅͅE̵̠̠̘̠̿̑͋͐̐̔͆̈́̈́̿̆̍̊̓̑͠͝Ṇ̶̳͌͂̃̊͜ ̵̡̨̧̧̺̟͎̖̈́̌̈́̈̓̾͛͜ͅͅY̶̹͕̺͚͈̪̼͇͇̥͕̼̯̬͓͐̈́̇O̸̢̟̝͚̪͙̣̗͉͈͔͙͔͕͊͆̃̎̉͛̀͗͆̏́̊Ų̵̡̛̩͕̳̤̺̻̝͂̊̓̔̌͑́R̷̘̜̆̽̉͂͋̊̈̏͗̅̚͝ ̷̦͍̻̦̹̯̓̌̅̇̓̌̒̋̑̕͝͝͠͠͝E̸̦̟̦͈̲̭̬̖̫̞̱͇͍̻̳̱̎̓̊̀͠Y̶̢̫̖̪̤̙͎̬͙͎͖͓͓̽̈́̋̈͜͜Ẽ̸̢̡̺̹̩̰̼̤͍̯̲̹̜̣̾̏̾̍̔͌̔̀͝ͅŞ̷̼̣͓͇̙̖͓̗̈́̑̇.̴͙̱̜͔͕̳̀́͗͌̈̇͐̓̈̈͊̅̅̆̾̑̕ ̸͍͕̻̽̐Ŏ̵̧̠̮̹͇̙̼͍̮̲͔͉̪̃̈́͑͂͗̓̊̎̓̂̀͠P̶͕̘̥̭̜̣̠̦̏̈̽E̵̫͍̣̟̬̞̙̥͕̬̪̼̟͚̎́̌̀́͑͋̓̂͌̊̂̚͝͝Ņ̷̡͉̱̺͙̺͕͇͈̙͕̃͌̀͑͂͗͒̉̈͊͜ ̷̧̛̠͇̩̦̫̩̳̖̩̪͚͚̖́͛̐̊̃̏̑̉͋̍̈Y̴̥͓̥̼͓̍̓̈́̐̌̑̍̀̆Ǒ̷̻̮̻̦̺̗̈́͑Ų̶̡̜̦͚͖̲͇̙͎̠̭͍̟̮̂̆̑̌͗̈́͂̂͠ͅR̷̡̰̝̦̣̳̼͔͕̦̓̑̍̅͂̽̾͋̄̃͒́̒̔͜͝͝͝ ̴̩̌̽̓̃̾̌̾̑̈́̍̅̚͘͝Ę̵̡͓̯͔͇̣̓͂̃̋̆͛̄͑̕͝Y̶͇̼͈̞͇̥͚͔̟͓̱̓̍̆̽̀͘͝E̸̢͔̳̣̙͕̅̒̆̑͑͂̈́̒̆̃̉͘͝͠͠ͅS̵̡̡̧͕̹͇̫̭̺̰̹͓̼̻̈́͐͜.̵̨̳̮̉̽́̾̐͘

Instantly, Beth is transported into the Serious Room for quarantine while Jonathan frantically presses buttons on his control panel.

"No, no, this won't do. For Heaven's sake...."

He turns on the microphone a few minutes later.

"Um, this is the Narrator speaking. Please do not attempt to escape, I have quarantined you for the safety of the Protagonists and yourself."

[sovereignsecurityarchive]

There was the whirring of a rift that was carefully opened into the living room of Abaddon's residence, a quietly baited breath being held as Venus stepped into the room. Her hair was still messed up, but she had pulled it into a rubberband behind her head to keep it out of her face. She... really didnt have the energy to deal with it. She really didnt... feel like speaking to Abbie, in all actuallity. She always had an aversion to confrontation. But she had to. She has to check on him.

".....Abbie....? Y.....You in here, Honey...?"

The room hadn't changed much at all since she'd been there last, a few cousins misplaced at the most.. Abbadon hadn't done much at all, mourning over his loss of control at a single curse..

The only door that seemed to have a light on behind it was his bedroom, dim.. But less so than his lightless apartment.

[brightbluecore]

I hack into Wheatley's code and make him forget the color yellow

What?! N- No, you can’t just make me forget a bloody color! Tha- That’s not how it works?! I don’t think.

Look. I’ll tell you what it is. Right now. Yellow is th-

…Um. Th- The one with the- the little- hmmm…

Th- This one, right?