#dreamycollective

[thebananwithaplan]

"....How does that...?"

[madeimpact]

POINTS AT THIS POST. LOOKS AT SHADOW​. ❝ Officer, it was him! ❞

[ncvabcrn]

   “of course santa’s real! i wouldn’t pay any mind to people saying o- otherwise.”

[ncvabcrn-archive]

   just. sits down next to him.    why does he look so..... angy.

[capjump]

     Glances over at Banjo. That’s right -- this little walking Star Spirit thing isn’t something he sees every day, right?

[hpytrails]

@dreamycollective​​ -- alice !

     verloc was a prime suspect of the stetson. a horrendous, nasty      coward who believed that humans were nothing more than live      subjects. used them every which way he could; swinging them      up and around his hand to control them left and right. his words      were smooth and slow -- penetrating into the most guarded of      minds. an unfortunate use of  manipulation,  as the types who      were dumb enough to listen, were taken as experiments. such      disgust. if he hadn’t already heard of the  business  that these      people put dr. faraday through, these sorts of scientific messes      would have been more than enough to  push  him over. and so      today, jesse was up and ready to  save  every last one of them.      no matter how many there were.

     it was easy to infiltrate. don his work uniform. those folk under      him -- dressed in blue, knew better than to deny him entry. it’s      not a matter of dr. verloc not wanting anymore interruptions; it      was the matter of keeping their jobs. a thankful position to have,      as regrettable as it was to mccree to wear the uniform. it spread      the lies of peace and help. but this, what he was doing right now,      is true peacekeeping and assisting. the innocent souls within; it      did not ever occur to jesse how many there would be. albeit, he      could not quit. and he wouldn’t.

     since wearing his uniform granted such permission, it was like      a cakewalk. strutting through the levels of the factory did hardly      anything to his safety. rather, it brought upon confusion. it looked      as though someone had already been here. as workers were all      down and out. almost every last one of them. thankfully they all      were alive, as gloved hands upon neck proved so. even so, it’s      all quite peculiar. a matter he would have to  dive  into soon, for      certain. now though, it was pertinent to retrieve those locked up      and save them.

     traveling in, through, and out the joy-fogged floors initially had      brought the  stetson  to the head-honcho’s office. mister, and      unfortunately doctor, verloc himself. but he was long gone. a      open pathway was all that was left, along with the odd stench      of burning hair. what the hell was happening here?

     suspicion  grew  as down back he went, the stairs spiraling out      nearly  forever.  a hoarded room and a half later, along with the      push of conveyor belts, he finally came to the hallways of every      last test dummy. but instead of most cages being littered with a      person or two, there was but one. a very young woman, locked      up tight. black hair that hadn’t seen cleanliness in  years.  body      was similar;  covered  in dirt, bruises, and scratches. what the      hell had they done with her? and who is she if she . . .   seems      this young?

     “  young lady? e’scuse me? can ya hear me?  “     fists are up,      pounding upon the glass. how the hell did they get inside these      things? was there a secret door somewhere? brown gaze had      shifted momentarily to his feet, looking around and about the      floor. but the woman was more important. would she listen to      him, even if he  donned  his uniform?     “  constable mccree      here. i’m here to getcha out!  “

[gentletwin]

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Why is his “Camille is doing something sketchy” sense going off?

[risingsouls]

@dreamycollective​  💖d for a starter! For Jack!

            “ No way. I don’t believe that, and I have seen plenty of weird shit in my day, including the Space Krakken. ” Bardock squinted, searching the being for a zipper or a line of buttons. A seam of velcro. “ That’s gotta be a costume. You can’t be a real, walking skeleton. ”