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[the-lost-guest]

-> Jesus. He's been walking around this graveyard for a while now, unsure of what to do or where to go. Where was this mansion someone told him about? - @radical-exploits

(Changed it due to previous asks you got)

The door knocking. Who was out? Other than Chance and Elliot. But they never knocked, they walked in. The guest was suddenly on high guard. Tiptoeing towards the door, looking out the window to see a person he doesn’t recognize.

He saw a broken share of glass on the floor and picked it up and sung the door open rapidly and grabbed the person by their shirt, aiming the glass towards their neck.

“Who are you and what do you want?”

[radical-exploits]

✦ [ Somebody fell down the stairs into the basement. ] ✦

" AGH- OW! "

✦ [ Their sunglasses clattered against the ground as they hit the ground, having tumbled down the stairs. ] ✦

✦ [ ...Clockwork? But he looked a bit different. Rather than blues; his colors now consisted of different shades of red, and he looked more...puppet-like, if that made sense? Sewn together wings, limbs, and, was that cotton falling from a tear on his head? ] ✦

" Ugh... Where am I? "

- @tickingclocksnteapots

(eventeventeventbehsjshwosbjwks)

"Clocks?" -> The exploiter got up and went over to what he assumed was his boyfriend, taking notice of the odd differences but decided to set that aside for now. -> He got down onto one knee, carefully taking ahold of the sentinel's arms. "Clocks? Are you okay?"

[radical-exploits]

The deity laid on their stomach on the cloud they usually use to float on, wings hanging off the cloud as they sigh contently, enjoying the Sun on their back while their tail wagged happily.

They pull their hood a little more down on their face to properly hide it, stretching their wings and tail before lowering down just a little; Not touching the grass and still staying high up, this time just easier to spot by someone now that they're more visible.

Today seems like a calm day.. plus they're on break, well, forced to be on break. Usually Luke is always doing paperwork on their games plus dealing with the weather.

🦌 @admin-of-weather [heh.. hi.. 👀]

-> Robloxians below were going about their usual business. Children out playing, people driving around in their cars and whatnot. Everything was normal, calm. -> One Robloxian stood out a little. Dressed in blacks, reds and yellows with... A duck on his head? How odd, but cute, was making his way down the street, a small panel pulled up in front of him as he moved. -> He was making his way towards one of the many local cafes, one he frequented quite often!

[radical-exploits]

★ [ Clockwork was still asleep, even after a few hours--- quite a heavy sleeper, huh? ] ★

★♡✦

✦ [ Find a way into that building. That's all Scripter needed to figure out. Maybe if he snuck in somewhere through a window, or, or maybe- ] ✦

" Pardon me? " -♡

♡ [ A feminine voice called out. A decently tall adult woman, with purple hair and a black sunhat wearing a black trench coat was looking over at Scripter. ] ♡

" Shit- Uh, hello there! " -✦

✦ [ Scripter quickly and turned around to wave at the woman, trying to play it cool. The ex-admin was internally panicked. ] ✦

" Are you lost...? You know, you shouldn't be outside at this time. " -♡

♡ [ Jane Doe said softly, clutching the strap of her bag slightly as she addressed the 'survivor'. ] ♡

✦ [ The former admin looked a bit surprised at the friendliness. Then quickly formed a plan. The woman didn't seem to know who he was, perfect... ] ✦

" ...Yes, I am lost. Do you perchance know a safe place to stay? "

✦ [ Scripter asked in a 'nice' tone, pretending like he was some lost and confused survivor who just got here. ] ✦

" Ah, I do! Here, follow me. There's a place where all the survivors stay! " -♡

★♡✦

★ [ The winged admin was still asleep on the sofa for a bit more time. He seemed relatively peaceful? Well, until- ] ★

" ?! "

★ [ Clockwork suddenly jolted awake, waking up in a cold sweat, his sunglasses nearly flinging off his face due to how fast he jolted upwards. He looked panicked- as if to have a bad dream. He sat there for a moment, his breathing slowly going back to normal. ] ★

" . . . "

★ [ This was a stark contrast to how calm he was earlier. ] ★

- [ @tickingclocksnteapots , @scriptedpathalogicalfacade , @janedoetheshopkeeper ]

( Jane won't really be making much of an appearance in the thread I'm just tagging her since she appears here )

-> The exploiter was still seated on the sofa beside the admin, resting up against him with one of his arms raised, hand outstretched as his fingertips glided against the smooth surface of his GUI screen. -> He shifted a little himself once the poor admin jolted awake beside him, reddish-brown eyes landing on the other man with an eyebrow cocked upwards in confusion. "You okay there?" -> He lowers his arm, his GUI screen thinning out before vanishing into thin air so he could focus on the other man. "Clock?"

[radical-exploits]

*They notice Zeros presence and makes a audible clicking sound before They show their true appearance*

*There still covered in some purple marks but they give a weak wave*

( @starburstmp )

Is it tagging?

"Hey there." "Didja need somethin'?"

[radical-exploits]

"It's my birthday this week. And here I am, down in hell."

[radical-exploits]

★ [ Commotion from upstairs- kind of sounds like arguing? Two familiar voices. ] ★

- @tickingclocksnteapots @divineyetpumpkin

( hi shadow it's me the devil )

-> The exploiter, who was down in the basement like always, heard the commotion and raised an eyebrow, getting up and heading over to the stairs. -> He knew one of them was Clockwork, but he couldn't quite place the other. He also didn't like the idea that Clockwork sounded... Upset.

[radical-exploits]

007e7? That’s you right. jeez.. everyone I know on here looks ten times older .

– @ask-past-007n7

"....Oh you're fuckin' with me, right? This place is just-" -> He inhales sharply and shoves his hands into his yellow pants pockets. Ugh. "I am older, dude. Much."