#employeeverse

[perpetuallyderanged]

i do not care. puts my employee in the png crusher

[beetr00tsoup]

gay

[vampiirex]

@liminal-spaced-out drew our employee sonas together

[time-travelling-chaos]

Wrote a short silly fic for employeeverse and the first of april! Well silly cause the starting idea is silly, but tbf it's mostly angsty, cause well it's employeeverse.

Context for it: in France it's a tradition to place drawn and cut out paper fish in people's back when they are not looking for April Fools (we call it poisson d'avril btw so litteraly april's fish) as a prank. Well tbf it's mostly kids who do that, but it's a fun tradition (also it's the explanation for fishes drawing that people received in their inboxes btw) Featuring employees from @average-deltarune-fan @ermchido @beetr00tsoup and a mention of an employee of @canis-major-collective

There was a thin layer of dust on the desks in the office. No one had bothered cleaning them, not in several years. Not that it mattered since no one was coming here anymore.

597 was standing in the middle of the room, looking at one of the desks. It hadn’t come here in ages either. The office was always empty, everyone having left ages ago, so it had stopped cleaning at some point. It didn’t mind the dust, nor the cracks that were slowly appearing in the tiles on the ground. At least something was changing around there. 597 looked at the computer on the desk. It rarely left its office anymore, except to make sure that everything was still the way it had left it. The date was settled properly – 1st of April – making it pause for a second. It had been an important date, hadn’t it? At least one that people used to celebrate, or even to simply mention. There was something in his mind, something about paper fish hidden in people’s back for some reason, but it couldn’t recall anything more. Maybe it was something it had done in its life, placed fishes on people’s back. On his friends back, when it had any. It took a deep breath. All of that was long gone, if it had even ever existed. There was no point in thinking about it anymore. It wouldn’t bring the memories back, it never did. It wouldn’t bring anything else either, if it was being honest with itself.

Something tightened in its stomach, a way too familiar sensation accompanied by the conviction that it would find paper fish at some point or another in the office. It closed his eyes, holding a tear that was threatening to form, forcing itself to take a deep breath.

****

Perry’s hand was resting on zeir cane. Zey were walking slowly trying to not push too much on zeir legs. Still, zey wouldn’t have traded those walks for anything else. At least here there was grass, and trees and the sky, changing colour with the weather. Everything but being between boring white wall of an office again. Zey took a deep breath, enjoying the cold air filling zeir lungs. At first, zey had thought zey’d get used to it, that zey’d get bored of it again, but it had been years since zey had left and it felt as nice as the first time zey had felt it when escaping and finally feeling the wind on zeir skin again in an eternity.

There was a gently pressure on zeir back, and zey turned around. No one was around, but on zeir coat was a paper fish, hand drawn. It was teal, as zeir hair had been in the past – never again that colour, zey couldn’t stand seing zemselves looking like that in the mirror – and small. It appeared to be smiling, and Perry smiled as well. Probably something a kid had made and placed on zeir back when zey were not looking. Still smiling, zey carefully placed the fish in zeir pocket. Maybe zey’ll place it on the fridge when zey’d come home if zey remembered about it.

****

Amadeo had left the office a long time ago. Months, years, decades, it didn’t matter anymore. Outside of the office wasn’t really a better place to be. Outside was an overstatement as well. Leaving a parable for another on wasn’t what could be called an exist. But they had escaped in a way, reached the place they were supposed to be. Survived, despite everything. And they’ll continue to, no matter what it took. Not that they had any other choice, if they were being honestly to themselves, which they rarely were. They grabbed another bottle of whiskey, adding a bit of their own venom in it – anything to no longer have to think about what happened earlier in the day. Something in their back was itching and they reached out to it. On their sweater was a drawn fish on a piece of paper. One of a small fish, with brown stripes, that was sometimes put in aquariums. Centipede knifefish – another name for the Steatogenys duidae, although less commonly used. One of the rare fish names that they knew.

There was no one near, no one that could have placed the drawing there. And the only person that could have made things appear without them knowing was lost, locked in another universe, out of reach, and unable to send things across dimensions. Amadeo’s hand twitched, crumpling the paper. They didn’t want to think about it. Not after… They placed a hand on their stomach, trying to ignore the lump in their throat. Not after what had happened before they left. The paper flew across the room, falling right next to the bin. Too bad. They’ll threw it properly later on. Or not. It didn’t matter. The whiskey in their mouth was dry, burning, and they allowed themselves to forget.

****

Somewhere, inside a black hole, a drawing of a fish cut out in paper appeared. It had not been there a few minutes ago and if anyone had been there, they could have seeing it materialising out of nowhere. But no one was there. Black holes were lonely entities, meant only for destruction, engulfing everything they came across endlessly. That black hole didn’t make exception to the rule.

The fish was a pretty one, a silver colour that appeared to be glowing despite the paper being only regular paper, almost reminiscent of the moon’s glow when looked upon the right angle. It was outlined in red, a barely perceptible line around the fish, highlighting its beauty. The paper lasted only a few seconds. As soon as it appeared, it was pulled away, elongated and stretched beyond possibility, no longer looking like a fish, no longer even holding together, until it was completely gone. Nothing ever survived in a black hole, not even in this one.

****

There was another paper fish, placed on the desk that 597 was looking at. It picked it up, sighing gently. It had happened faster that it had expected. The fish was a simple one, light blue with small stars in it. The design felt familiar in a way the being couldn’t completely understand but that made its heart tighten. Maybe at some point it had known. It probably had. Its memories were mostly made of holes and gaps, guesses of what the past could have been, and feelings that it couldn’t fully discern. It brought the fish closed, taking the time to examine it. Whoever it had belonged to, whoever it would have gone to on a better day, it hoped they were okay, as best as they could be. 597 took a piece a tape, sticking the fish onto the coffee machine nearby. It felt fitting somehow. It looked at it once more time, giving it a large smile, the one it would have given an old friend, and turned around, walking back to its office, with its endless shelves that would never be fully empty.

[employee070]

Intro?

hmm... yeah I guess I'll call that an intro of sorts... I was made aware of this platform by another employee while in the break room, so I thought I could... give it a try too? especially since it might be easier to communicate with everyone? Even though I... don't talk that much because of my position... as the Archivist, I take notes and add stuff in the archives really... I'm mostly a spectator of all there is to happens in here or... out of bounds if I can say that...

But enough of my rambling...

This is the Archives, my humble "domain" or office if you want to call it that, despite its size.... Here I keep track of all that I find to archive and well, archive them. Employee, entity, objects, or even places, you'll find it and could even access it if you need. Yet I euhm... not all of them are accessible to everyone... and the "Archives" aren't really happy if anyone tries to snoop around to access something they aren't allowed to... so you are warned. Just... please don't try this, they aren't as forgiving as I am....

Anyway, euhm... You can ask me things, I guess, or you can help me by telling me if you find anything worth archiving, I'd appreciate it... You have no idea how hard it is to do it on your own....

Ooh and euhm... here's my ID too, I know it looks a little old but heh... I've had it for as long as I remember... even when I asked for the new one, the higher-ups denied my request :'/

This is an RP blog for the Employeerverse, happily brought to you by @lexumpysfunland :D Yeah I always arrive a little later for these kinds of things, but I'm trying... I might tie this to other things too... who knows 👀

[employee597]

Part 3 @employee727 @employee-786 @employee510

597 falls onto the floor, gasping for air. Love ones? As if any of them actually loved it. What would have there been to love anyway? It is nothing anyway, just a pile of nothingness, of forgotten memories; if there is still an it it can talk about. It barely registers as 510 runs into the MCF. Fine. This is how t̸̹͑h̶̼̚e̷̙̕ÿ̵̳́ are going to play, then so be it. It gives a quick glance at Perry leaning against the wall and something shifts in its heart. It is the reason why the three of them are getting hurt. Its need for answers is what drove them here, isn't it. Without a second glance, it walks inside the MCF, getting ready to face 727 once more.

727 is there, at the end of the room, in front of hundreds of screens showing the office, showing everyone inside while 510 is looking around, searching for something. And... that's it. No big explanation, nothing about what could be outside of the office, no reason why they are all trapped inside. Just screen. It chuckles to itself, its smile mimicking the distorted one so often done by 727.

Is that it, Ơ̶̧͎̬͉̠͕̺͇̻̞̪̬̙̊̐̀͊̂͐̑͌̋̿͛́͒͛̅̿͂̾̈́͌̚͜͝ͅv̶̨̨̡̨̰͖̭͇̫̦̹̳̮̳̤̮͎̮̭͔̲̟̀͆̎̈͛̀͌̐̕͝͠ͅȩ̵̡͓̤͕͎̪͉͕̝͕̻̫̖͇͖̹̱͕͖̯̻͎̼͉̬̫̤̥̣͙̺͈̥̄̔̑̀̀͒͊̌̿̄̽̑̆̂̑͗̐͂̈́̈́̋̕͘͜͠ŕ̸̪̒̓̇̓̈́͌̂̓͛̄̄̆̃̐̾̽̓́̏̓́̚͘͝͝͝s̵̢̰̬͖̯͙̝͙̙̫̺͍̦̤̺̹̹̗͙̃̀̉͗̈̀̔̓͌̄̓̓̅̕͜͝͠e̸̡̡̨̮̖̙̭̩̣̲̟̜̖͍͚̟̖͎̙͎͚̭̗̻̼̼̮̪̺̒̈́̈́̆̋̆̿̐͛͆̀̊͊̔͆̓̌̇̓̒̀̓̓̀̓͒̆̉̇̇͝͝͠ę̸̧͔̩̱̜̜̠̭̼̻͓̦̩̻̟̙̪̺̫͓͔̮̞̈́́̉̂͐̈͠r̶̢̢̢̡̧̛̟͎͎͖̜̺̺͕̬͇̰͈͕͕͕͎̯̫̟̥̳̹̣̠̮̝̻͍̿͛̿̈́̑́̂̂̾̀́̏͗͊̆̏̂̀̈́̄̋͐̍̌̈́͂͘͜͝͠? Just screens? The proof that everyone is looked at, that everyone is controled? Is that your big reveal, 727?

It walks closer to 727, stopping barely a meter before them.

Or do they keep you in the dark as well? Tell me, are you even in control, or are you just another pawn in someone else's scheme? Another thing they can control?

597 walks a bit closer to 727, with a joyless laugh.

It's funny, you know? You were the one to talk about my loved ones, but you were the one who couldn't love back. Or maybe were you too h̵̢̝͍͈̍̒́́ĕ̶͚̥̊͐ȃ̷͉̩̫̽̀r̵̪̘͋̈ẗ̸̨̹͙́̍̄l̴̡̘̱̋̃è̸̬̊͝ś̵̪̋̃͒s̷̤̩̿̍̓ for that?

[727 feels a pain in their chest. Something growing, slowly, painfully. Something taking up space where there should only be emptiness]

[employee727]

The clnck of axe baldes clashing together resounded in the void.

Angry and cut in a few places face of 597 looked so ... beautiful.

A laughter full of twisted joy rumbled in 727 chest. Their deadly dance was something otherworldly.

They jumped, they swung their axes, they yelled angrily at each other.

727 used 597 getting tired to their advantage and swung their tail hard against 597 legs.

Their opponent hit the ground with a loud thud. Without hesitation 727 thrown themselves at them and gripped tightly 597 wrists above their head.

Their faces close together, heavy breathing came from both employees. And then 597 brutally connected their lips together.

Their tounges danced together. Teeth bitten into each others lips. Blood and saliva mixed on their mouths.

727 closed their eyes and stopped their heated make out seasion.

Oh how they missed their warmth.

And when 727 openwd their eyes again-

.

.

.

They were back in their office. Screens upon sceens flickering with images from many places. Silence disturbed only by 727 calm breathing.

A dream... Of course, even after so many years they yearned for the sun that once brought warmth to their cold body.

A disappointed huff left them. They should stop looking into the happier universes it clearly wasn't doing good for them.

[unorchido]

Pink pony club starts playing

@beetr00tsoup they silly