~~•~~

My mind was rushing. Adrenaline pumped through my blood. I dropped my suit coat, which was covered in blood, along with my hands. I curled up on the ground and started to cry.

"ᒲ⚍ᒲʖ𝙹..it's okay.."

I looked up to seeļ̴̹͔͆̑̋̕͝a̵̺̞̻͖̲̖̔́̈͌̈́s̴̥̲̱͍̪̪͂̚͝k̸̞͇̟͖̹̭̀̂l̴͇̚i̶͔͂̌̎̿, who, like the others, was transparent. They had a sad smile on their face. I wiped the tears and leaned my back against the wall. ļ̴̹͔͆̑̋̕͝a̵̺̞̻͖̲̖̔́̈͌̈́s̴̥̲̱͍̪̪͂̚͝k̸̞͇̟͖̹̭̀̂l̴͇̚i̶͔͂̌̎̿ sat down next to me, and we sat in silence for what felt like an eternity. sighed and looked at me.

"You..okay?"

"I...I just have to accept what I am now."

I stood up and walked over to a chest I had. I opened it and pulled out the mask. I placed it on my face, looking down in the chest. I reached in and gently pulled out the weapon I had made. I sighed, hiding my shame behind the mask. ļ̴̹͔͆̑̋̕͝a̵̺̞̻͖̲̖̔́̈͌̈́s̴̥̲̱͍̪̪͂̚͝k̸̞͇̟͖̹̭̀̂l̴͇̚i̶͔͂̌̎̿ walked over and tried to place his hand on my shoulder, but it went through my body. I looked at ļ̴̹͔͆̑̋̕͝a̵̺̞̻͖̲̖̔́̈͌̈́s̴̥̲̱͍̪̪͂̚͝k̸̞͇̟͖̹̭̀̂l̴͇̚i̶͔͂̌̎̿, removing my mask. I had an emotionless stare on my face. I loaded the gun and walked over to the portal.

"ᒲ⚍ᒲʖ𝙹! What are you doing?!"

"What I should have done from the beginning. End this all."

A smile crept on my face.

This is what I was.

This is what I enjoyed.

This is what I had to do.

I was ready to kill.

~~•~~

"I'll just kill you!"

...

"What am I saying...?

Why do I act like this...

I don't want to...

Am I broken?

Yes..

I'm broken..

Grian..?

I'm sorry...

I want to hurt people.

I need help...

Don't I?

...

It's best if you leave.

I'll just hurt someone.

I'm going insane.

These people say that we were friends.

Yet I only see them as enemies.

Why must my brain trick me?

I can't remember.

Everything is faded.

Hazy.

I...

I'm sorry.

Not just to you,

Grian.

But to everyone.

I wish I didn't do this.

Grian.

Please leave.

I could murder you right now.

I really want to.

I could just keep you with me.

You wouldn't leave.

But that's wrong.

I know it is.

I...

I just can't do anything about what I did.

I murdered these people.

We used to be friends.

I used to be somebody.

Now, I'm just a shell of that person.

I'm not even sad.

I can't.

I don't feel anything anymore.

Why was I made like this?"

I laughed uncontrollably to myself, tears flowing down like waterfalls.

"I could make you stay.

Keep your soul with me forever.

But you would hate me.

I know you would.

Please...

Leave me.

I just make things worse.

...

And now I've just been rambling on and on...."

~~•~~

"ᒲ⚍ᒲʖ𝙹..you don't have to do this! We're friends!"

I had no expression on my face. I had run into Scar, who was out looking for a few missing hermits. I had pointed the gun straight at his forehead. Scar was visibly shaking, fearing for his life.

"Do I know you?"

"Ye-yes! It's me! Scar!"

I tilted my head ever so slightly, but my expression didn't change. I pulled the trigger, shooting Scar right through the head. Blood splattered all over my shirt and face. A small smile formed and I walked away, leaving Scar to die.

I wiped the blood off my face and rolled up my sleeves. I walked through the shopping district, searching for my next kill.

"Guys, I think I hear someone."

"Well get inside! We can't lose anyone else!"

I smiled and walked towards the voices. I found TFC's bunkers, looking around for anyone. I opened the door and walked inside. A few hermits were inside. False, Stress, Ren, Tango, and TFC were all talking down the ladder in TFC's bunker.

"ᒲ⚍ᒲʖ𝙹 is insane! He could have killed Grian already! We need to go after him!"

False was sick of hiding. She drew her sword and waved it in the air. TFC sighed and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Listen, kid, ᒲ⚍ᒲʖ𝙹 is unstable. Look at what he did to Ren."

"Well, I could have done worse."

I had climbed down the ladder behind them and was smiling at them. False charged at me, sword in hand, but I just shot her and walked past her body, which was dripping blood on the ground. Tango and Stress both drew their swords but were quickly defeated by me. Bloodstained my face and Shirt. Ren, who was asleep on the bed, stirred a bit. I smiled and took aim, about to shoot. TFC tackled me, pulling the Gun from my hands. I retaliated by punching TFC in the face. He stumbled backward, holding his nose. I sighed and smiled. TFC pointed the gun right at my face. I pulled out a sword, fiddling with it. I cut my finger on the end of it, blood dripping down.

"I know you won't shoot."

I didn't even look up from my sword. TFC's hands were shaking. I seemed to stare into his soul, not even caring about what I saw. I looked up at TFC, my bored expression causing TFC to shake a little more.

"ᒲ⚍ᒲʖ𝙹..we're your friends.."

My eyebrow raised at that. I looked at TFC, my expression was a combination of bored and confused.

"I have no idea who you people are. And I'm not your friend."

I threw the sword, which directly hit TFC in the stomach. He fell to the ground, holding his bleeding gut. He dropped the gun, which slid across the floor, hitting my shoe. I bent down and grabbed it, I examined it before pointing it at TFC.

"You put up a good fight."

"ᒲ⚍ᒲʖ𝙹!"

I turned around, looking at Ġ̶̼͈͙̍̓r̵͉̕i̵̺̝̾̈́ͅã̴̜̤̪͈̇̍͌͜͝n̸̤̼̟̮̺͗̓̈ and ļ̴̹͔͆̑̋̕͝a̵̺̞̻͖̲̖̔́̈͌̈́s̴̥̲̱͍̪̪͂̚͝k̸̞͇̟͖̹̭̀̂l̴͇̚i̶͔͂̌̎̿, who were standing behind me. I genuinely smiled at that. I dropped the gun, walking over to Ġ̶̼͈͙̍̓r̵͉̕i̵̺̝̾̈́ͅã̴̜̤̪͈̇̍͌͜͝n̸̤̼̟̮̺͗̓̈. I grabbed his hands and laughed.

"It's good to see you again Gri!"

Ġ̶̼͈͙̍̓r̵͉̕i̵̺̝̾̈́ͅã̴̜̤̪͈̇̍͌͜͝n̸̤̼̟̮̺͗̓̈ stumbled back, escaping my grasp on his hands.

"Gri! I can't believe you're here!"

"Wh-what?"

"I saw you- Nevermind. You're here! That's the only thing that matters!"

TFC began to cough, blood splattering out of his mouth. I pulled Ġ̶̼͈͙̍̓r̵͉̕i̵̺̝̾̈́ͅã̴̜̤̪͈̇̍͌͜͝n̸̤̼̟̮̺͗̓̈ into a hug, eyes fixed on TFC. My glares were more stern than angry, but I definitely didn't like TFC.

"I'll kill you for ruining our reunion."

I reached to grab my gun, butĠ̶̼͈͙̍̓r̵͉̕i̵̺̝̾̈́ͅã̴̜̤̪͈̇̍͌͜͝n̸̤̼̟̮̺͗̓̈'s hand stopped me.

"ᒲ⚍ᒲʖ𝙹, why are you murdering out friends?!"

"They aren't friends. They are monsters."

Ġ̶̼͈͙̍̓r̵͉̕i̵̺̝̾̈́ͅã̴̜̤̪͈̇̍͌͜͝n̸̤̼̟̮̺͗̓̈ shoved me away, causing me to stumble back and hit a wall.

"The only monster here is you!"

My red eyes interlocked with Ġ̶̼͈͙̍̓r̵͉̕i̵̺̝̾̈́ͅã̴̜̤̪͈̇̍͌͜͝n̸̤̼̟̮̺͗̓̈'s. They actually looked sad, remorseful. I walked over and gently ran my thumb across Ġ̶̼͈͙̍̓r̵͉̕i̵̺̝̾̈́ͅã̴̜̤̪͈̇̍͌͜͝n̸̤̼̟̮̺͗̓̈'s cheek. Blood that had dripped from my thumb stained Ġ̶̼͈͙̍̓r̵͉̕i̵̺̝̾̈́ͅã̴̜̤̪͈̇̍͌͜͝n̸̤̼̟̮̺͗̓̈'s cheek in a line. Ġ̶̼͈͙̍̓r̵͉̕i̵̺̝̾̈́ͅã̴̜̤̪͈̇̍͌͜͝n̸̤̼̟̮̺͗̓̈ looked up at me, he had tears in his eyes. I gently wiped away his tears, a soft smile grew on my face.

"Why..why aren't you trying to kill me like you killed everyone else...?"

"Something inside me just stops me from hurting you. I did want to, I really did. But..I can't bring myself to it."

Ġ̶̼͈͙̍̓r̵͉̕i̵̺̝̾̈́ͅã̴̜̤̪͈̇̍͌͜͝n̸̤̼̟̮̺͗̓̈ hugged me, and I was about to hug him back, but I stopped. I looked at the gun that I had dropped. My instincts told me to grab it, end those who stood in my way. I let go of Ġ̶̼͈͙̍̓r̵͉̕i̵̺̝̾̈́ͅã̴̜̤̪͈̇̍͌͜͝n̸̤̼̟̮̺͗̓̈, grabbing the gun on the ground. I looked at it in my hand. I sighed and Ġ̶̼͈͙̍̓r̵͉̕i̵̺̝̾̈́ͅã̴̜̤̪͈̇̍͌͜͝n̸̤̼̟̮̺͗̓̈ grabbed my arm, shaking his head, telling me not to.

"I'm sorry Ġ̶̼͈͙̍̓r̵͉̕i̵̺̝̾̈́ͅã̴̜̤̪͈̇̍͌͜͝n̸̤̼̟̮̺͗̓̈. I can't control myself anymore.

I miss you.

I miss being normal.

I miss everyone.

But this is me."

I pointed the gun at TFC, pulling the trigger. Blood exploded from his chest, staining the ground. I reloaded and took aim at Ren, who h̶̟̘͐̊̑͘à̷͚͙̪̟͙̪͉̉̓̆̄͌̇͆̉̄͐d̷̨̅̊̍͛͛̋̉́ ̴̧̧̱͉͔͋ḅ̴̤͈͇̉̄̉̒́̂̈́̑̇̍͗͑̂ȩ̸̛̙͉̰͙̘̲̃̇́́͑̓̇͊͘̕͝ē̴͎̃͒́̉n̶̥̰̭͔̭̺̬̉̇ ̷̖͂̿̉͊͘͝͝d̴͈̈́̃̈́̐ͅr̷̛̙̿̊̒̇ų̶̧̜̬̣͔̮͎͈̗̻͑g̶̙̞̘̼̑́̽͊̽̾̂͊́̚͝g̵̜̱̕ę̶̨̰̬̣͎̩̘̳̰͈̎̑̽̀̀̚͝d̶̡̡̨͇̻̬̫̯̻̭̭̜͙̐̊͋͐̒͝͝ ̷̬̯̌̀͆̈́̄͝͝ḭ̷̜̞̞͇̯̟̖̆͋̏̅͑̔̓̊̐͜͝n̴̛̼̩̩̰̺͙̠͌͆̈́̒̂͒̑ͅţ̷͕̬̞͔̤̱͉̬͑̉̒̈́̀͛͗̋́͘ȏ̴͈͓̠̳̞̰̗̜͎͚̜̊͂͋ ̷̮͋͂͋̾̇͘͘͠s̸̡̥̺̃̄̋̃̿̓͘w̵̡͚̼͇͉͔͚̯̝̥̘̤̘̏͝ę̸̡͎̙̺̩͕͔͉͚̦͚̽͗̀̌́͒̕ȩ̴͇͔̑͐̂̀͒̋̅̏̋̉́͘͝t̵̢͈̪̲̥̙̙̦͛ dreams so Stress could fix his wounds. Ġ̶̼͈͙̍̓r̵͉̕i̵̺̝̾̈́ͅã̴̜̤̪͈̇̍͌͜͝n̸̤̼̟̮̺͗̓̈ grabbed my arm, pulling it downward and away from Ren.

"Please ᒲ⚍ᒲʖ𝙹, remember who you are."

I sighed and looked at Ġ̶̼͈͙̍̓r̵͉̕i̵̺̝̾̈́ͅã̴̜̤̪͈̇̍͌͜͝n̸̤̼̟̮̺͗̓̈. I looked down at the gun in my hand. I̶̡̘͕̜̚ ̴̛̰͕͇̂̆̓̄̎̾̂̕͝t̴͉̤̫͈̙̳͉̹͇̩̗̙͙̑́̿̔͊͛͌̕̕͝o̷̳̙̓͂͐̋̈̆̃̐̚͝ö̷̟̰́̋͑̂͑̉ḵ̵̢̨̭̩̗̺̬̭̞͒͆̄̏̇̓̉͑̒̾̏ ̵̪̾̆̓̇̃͝ä̴̧̯̭̦̱͖͓͈̤͚̥̗̾͛͒́̃͋̐̋͑͘̕͠i̸̛͉͙̜̰͇̰͍̯̙̤͕̞̥͌̐̄̿̄͊̿̀̂͘m̸̞̥͖̈́̆͠͝ ̶̨̞̟̆̓̋̌̾͝o̷̪̮̹͌́̅̒̒n̸̨̝̣̤̪̼̗̘̝̯̉̃̂̚͝͝͠c̷̗̣̦̼͔̼̺̔͜ę̴̛̛̹͉̯͍̥̳͍̭̯̍̆̃̈̿͛̽̈́͊͌́ ̴̢̛̻̩̝͖̱̇͋̓̈́̿̈́͋͘ͅą̶̳͖̟͓͙̓̉̀̉̀͐́͛̕ͅg̶͔̕ä̶̩͔̯̝̟̫̯̯͔̳̟͈̝́͐̿̑̚͝i̵̛͚̯̼̠̾̋̒͆̾̋̾̉̃̆n̴̢̨̡̗͖͇̼̞͕̹̹̒̀͌͐͊̌̈́̓̎̆͂̽ͅ, pulling the trigger. I ̴̢̛̛̛̲̩̫̗̼̼̩̐͗ͅͅc̸̩̪̮͍̖̥̱̞̩̀̆̓͐͆͐̂̆̕l̶̩͍̞̩̫͚͍̪̬̖̂͗́̍̾͋̓̾̕ͅí̴̛̙̩̇̎̓͌̆̏̀̿͜͝m̷̨̳̰͚̥̹͎̗͔̋̿͝b̷̡̧̛̗̘̝̙̯̦̞͒̀̑̋̑͒̉̑͘̕̚͠e̴̝̾͠d̴̰̯̰̠̖̲̏͌͒̐̕̚ ̷̧̨͍͔͑̀̂ù̴̳͇̦͍̀̾͆̀̓̚͜͝p̸̡̤̟̲̰̭̠̤̘̋̾́͂̍̾̾͛̆͘̚̚ the ladder, dragging Ġ̶̼͈͙̍̓r̵͉̕i̵̺̝̾̈́ͅã̴̜̤̪͈̇̍͌͜͝n̸̤̼̟̮̺͗̓̈ along with me, who tried to fight me, thrashing around to escape my grasp on him. ļ̴̹͔͆̑̋̕͝a̵̺̞̻͖̲̖̔́̈͌̈́s̴̥̲̱͍̪̪͂̚͝k̸̞͇̟͖̹̭̀̂l̴͇̚i̶͔͂̌̎̿, floated ą̴̢̻̭̗̭̙̟̦̣̹̇̈́̓͋̃̋̊̐͑͒̓̂͜ͅn̴͙̹̤̆̃̂͊͠d̸̪̤̙̤̝̟̞̞̹̠͔̮̎͆͐͂̀̿̎̽̈́͘͝ ̸̬̻̊́̿f̸̖̼̥̲̰̳̤͐̅ò̷̰͑͌́͗͋l̴̛̼̳͍͔̮͙͓̲̒̑͛̉̀̕͝l̸̘̃̃̓̽̈͌̃͋͜͝ò̵̡̻̱̺̜̭̣̗̖̪̠̄͒́̔̆̂͑̓́͠ẅ̷́̓͗͆̋̏͗͊̀͜͝͝ę̶̖̜̞̭͖̩̒̃̅̀̿̃̍̀̈̈̕ḋ̶̝͔̝̫͓̐̔͝ ̷͖̹̳̭͍͒̐̌̂̈́́͂̓͌ͅṷ̴͚̺̜̥͋͌͒͑̇̊̈̕̚͝š̶̢͙͖̤̥̞̱̼̟̤.̶͍̦̳̯̰̻͉͎͖̋̆̈́̈́ͅ

I took him to the portal, carrying him through to my base.

I dropped G̷͚̥͋͊͘͜r̶̼̔ǐ̸̫̬̤̲̽͋͘a̶͚͛͋͐n̴͉͈̘̤̖͋̕̕ ̴̻͇̄͒̿͑͑o̸͚̦̘̜̓̈́̀̐̕n̶͕̓̆͘͜͜ the ground, sighing and l̷̢̬̲̰͑̒̀͘ö̴͖̣̖̹̯́͑͑̈́̾ȍ̷̦̝̞͓̏k̶̢̪̖̳̣͌̾͌͐͝í̷͖̩̭̺n̸͔͙̻͌̃̍̿g̵̙̝̎̌͊̇ ̴̨̛̹̩̮̊̎ͅị̴̆͌n̸̳͍̔̈͜ ̴̼͛̈́́t̷̪̘͛͗̌h̵̖̮͇̐ě̸̤͉̳ ̸͍̃͐̌m̷̠̓̚i̴͈͌̈́͘r̴͇̮̓̈́͒͝͠ṟ̴͆̾̽̈͝ö̵͉͈̟̃͘ṙ̶̪͈̟̘͠

"̵̭̝̊̑Ÿ̶̮̥o̵̱͉̲͛̃u̶͖͎̫͌̏͛̿͑ ̸̛͉͈̻̈̋̾͝r̵̭͉̽͂̔ẻ̵̞̆ā̶̡͍͓̻̲ḷ̷͑͗̆͘l̶̨̥̓̿̎̌y̵̛͚̓͘ͅ ̷̙̣͎͓͓̃̀͆͝s̴̨̏̂̓̓͝c̵͓̱̞̦̒̏́̀͜a̶̙̰̠͚͂͝ŕ̶̘͜e̵̤̿̈́̈́̾̍d̷͓͚͂͐̉ ̸̗̬͈͐͗̾m̴̬͓͚̗̈̈́̈́́̽ȇ̴̛̮͠.̷̛͕̯͆͛̕

̸͕̺̓̀̀I̸̢̨̯͌ ̶̼͂t̶̛͎̘̏̓̃h̴͖̰͚͎̻̒͆̃ọ̵̗̦͛̀̿u̷͇͗g̵̨͈͎̓͗͛̒̓h̴͕̥̆͜t̶̰̝̳͖̚ ̴̰̱̼̙̓̅̀̾͜Ḯ̶̢͓̘̘͗̚͜ ̶̺̝̲͗͐̐̕l̶̰̤̯̑̿͑ô̷̥͖̲͉̒͒̄ṡ̸̗̘̹̣̲́̄̈́ṯ̷̨̺͚͇͂ ̷͔̓̿y̸̧͔̩̆͠ͅo̸͎̲̰͋̀͜͜u̷̝̠̥͔͌͜.̸̠̙̥̻̙̿͗͘͘͠

̴̻͎̱̏̉̿I̴͍̞̫̦͎̾͌ ̷̖̪͎̔̂̍w̸̼͎̞͗̏̑ḁ̷̠͒n̵͉̦͗̊̒͆t̸͉̗̹͇̉̈́̔̇é̷̜̘͓͚̗͆̓͋d̸̙̭̫͠ ̷̦̩͍̉̏̆͂̔ț̴̨̟̥̊͋ơ̵̯̈́ ̴̬̠̼̦̉͑̌͆͛ķ̵͙͚̰͒̎̎͝ǐ̸͎̹̋̓̚͝l̷̢̫͉̑͜ḷ̸̥̓͐ ̶̭̙̀̅͒͆͝y̸̱̜̻̎ő̶̥̩̹͌͝u̴̟͇̺̗̿ ̸̨̜̬̣̿ͅf̴̨̛̹̯͔̈́ö̷̦̰̭̯́̂͂̋̂r̷̛̭͍̳̩̰̄ ̶̡̰̱͔͙̃̍̐̀s̴͚͓͌c̵͖̭͈̝̍a̵͇͓̠͑͂̇̐̆r̷̹͊͂̀̾͝i̷̪͍̭̼͕͆̌̒͘ǹ̸͉̣̱̭̜̈͋͛͠g̵̢͑̌̍́ ̸̼̲̬͉̲̔̅͆̏͘m̴̟̜̿̆ḛ̴̈́̐͗̄͝ ̴͚̍͌́ḷ̶̱͐i̵̢͖͖̼̿͌͆k̸̫̿è̵̞̂͑̈́ ̵̦̮̟́̅͑̒́ͅt̵̨̤̞̳̫͒̿̈́̄͝ĥ̵̟̲̻̤ͅă̸͚͔̩̝̈́t̷͚̽̇͆.̸̨̨͖͊͑͘̕͝

̴̗͈͙̩̊͑B̶̻̄̈́̊͝u̸̻̺͒ť̵͎̖̳͍̈ ̷͖̪̜̼͕̿͗̇Ḭ̵̢̜̀̄̆̍͊ ̸̬̋̃̒ͅr̸̛͔̪͑͘͝e̵̛̛̞͙a̵̛͍̦̺̐̔̕͜l̶̤̈̀͆ì̵̛͙͎̐z̵͎̱̖̑͒̅͋͒e̴͇̺͉̽͊̈́͒͊d̵̡̯̩̓̎̊́ ̴͉̦̯̻͙̂Ì̷͎̍̆̔ ̵̺̺̠̰͒͊̊w̸̰̝͊ȁ̴̙̒̆̽s̶̨̧̬̥̺͋̈́̓̀͑ ̷̧͍͇̬͔́̎͝j̵̰͈̜̳̪̀̇͝͠ứ̶̠ͅs̵̹͐̓̕t̵̟̩̓ ̶̨̛͙̤͉̺͛̿́b̵̛͖̅͆͜͠e̵̯̱͋́̀̀i̷̤͙̳̎̊͂̕͠n̴͍͕̪̺͚͂́͋ḡ̵̡̻͚̤̖ ̵̬̪̟̤͑ç̶̑͘̕ŕ̴̖͕̘̕a̶͙̓́̔͐͠z̷͙̬̭̊̄̊ỳ̷̛̼͉͔̲̾ ̸̩̏̈́̚͝a̶̠̤̩̞͐g̸̣͆́̕a̴̦̭̼̬̦̔̋̈̊i̸͚̥̪̭̓̂̈̋̚ņ̸̤͉̗̃̉͘̕.̵̘̯̀̋ͅ

̸͍͈͙͓̒̂Ĭ̴̖'̸̳̈́̎̓̀̑m̵͖̯̠͂̃̎͘͘ ̴̨̩͓̽͑̿̈j̶̼̭͝ȗ̸͖̬̠̞̹̏̊͝͝s̶̖͒̀́͘ẗ̵̻́͑̓ ̷̟̬͝s̵͕̗̳͙̓̍͆c̴̙̈́̍͛̕a̴̲̠̒̉ͅr̵̠̐̚ḙ̶̛̇͑ḍ̸̤͖͙͒͑̈̚.̸͖̀͆́͊

̸̯̽̌̄͊Į̸͖̖͌̍̇̔͘ ̴͉͖͙͉̿d̴̖̠̻̳͒̾͐͘o̶͒͜͝ṅ̴̤͍̃̕'̵̺̯̐́̄͘ẗ̴̫̬̜̱͍͐͊͗ ̵̡̢̯͉̀̋͜g̷̺͙͚̣͗e̸̘͎͗͝͝t̶̢͎̭̭̲̎ ̸̳͖̯̗̦̂̆h̷̢͍̙̉͛͊͝ȯ̴̘̤̦̻͝w̴̧͚̯̦͛̾̐͌̈́ ̶̫͎̠̙̠̃̍̒͠y̷͈̖̖̅͒o̷̩̫̲̪͋̈́̈́̚͝u̵̩̫͙͗ͅͅ'̵̱̺̝͋̌̎̕r̵͙͎͕̘͛ȩ̶̜͕̖̜̒ ̵̲̗̪̀̏͋͂͌ͅḧ̶̭́e̴̠̼̙͆̀͘ṙ̵̡̗̰͖e̶̢͈̙̺̿̈.̴̥̲̳̙̃̾͗"̵̭̹̄͛͂̆̆

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̷̨͈͕̹̝̅̓̅̏T̶̘͔̲̂̍̚ë̸̡̻ă̴͓̪̚r̴̠͊s̷̨̰̯̮̼̃ ̸͙̠̞̰̅́͊̌s̵͈̜̈́̃̋̐ẗ̴̢̧̗̖́͘à̷͙̭ṟ̸̩̮̦̔̄ť̶͕̟͖ě̴̳͈͊̑̓̇d̴̛̻͗̉̅̀ ̴̺̘̠͘͜t̸̨̝̝͆͑̆̂͝ö̵͖̺̤̍̋ ̸͎̓f̸̯̽͌̿a̵̰͈̦̞̠͂̃l̶̢̗͋̎̚l̸͇̊̚͜ͅ ̶̙̼̪̖͕͒̇̐̑ọ̴̢̣̔̃ù̷͕̲̖̺̔͝t̸̪̪͕͉͆ ̷͕̜̳̙̆o̸̡͕͙͖̳͒̀͛̐͝f̶̺̟̃̉̀͠ ̶͔̎̋̍ͅm̶̺͖̟͠y̸̰̬̞͎̓̓̿̏̔ ̷̢̛̘̪̠͂̄͠ẹ̶͕̐̋̀̍̏ỳ̴̯̘̪͜ë̷͖̥̯͠͝ś̴͈͒̇͌,̸̰̆̎̅̋̑ ̸̱̼̬͗Ǐ̷̻̜ͅ ̷̯͇̤̰̝̎͝s̵̬̓͝t̸͖̏̉́̔ã̸͈̿͆̀r̶̮͇͑́̂͜e̴͚̗̟͋ḑ̶̀͌ ̶̡̖̟͔̜̿͋̋͒a̶͉͙͙̻̐̂̈́͂̕t̶̲̺̘͒ ̶͕͔̈́̎̍͘m̸̮͖̮̦̻̽͘ŷ̵̢̬̖̇̅s̸̳̭͇̋̀ẻ̷͙̠͉̗͓̃ḻ̴̼̐̆f̵͎̩̙̬̈́̊ ̶̧͍̠̖̾͜į̸͝ǹ̶̡̟̭̖̠ ̶̨̮̽̽̎͊t̸̻̼͊h̷̲̑̎̾͗e̷͇̹̮̒́̈́ ̵̱͑̌m̴͓̾̏̃ï̴̛̖̭̻̬̏͆r̸̡̹̗̳͋̈́͜r̷̠̭̣̥̿̌̃o̵̹͉̦̮̺͗͆̓͘r̴̡͈̗͇̍͌̀.̷̚ͅ ̵̧̛̰̺͕͉I̵̢͚̦̙͖̋̿ ̸͔̈͒̔̚͠r̷͉̣̲̉̋̌̈̌a̴̟̩͠ň̸̮̥͖̐ ̶̺̮͌͝͠m̴͍̓̉̈́̚͝y̶͕̋ ̴̥͗̂̈͘ḧ̷̝̭̬͖̯́̅͋̈́à̵̢̰̥̯ṅ̷̠̥͔̲̙̌̊̈́d̴͚̱͉̒̐ ̴͍̩̃t̵̢͗͐̅̀͝h̴̠̤̑r̴͇͈̖̬̠̈ô̷̟̥̝͖̝̽͛ů̶̗̮̟͝ͅg̷̣̔̈́͛͠ḣ̴̯͒͝͠ ̸͕͔̝͂m̸̧̨̝̐̈͑y̵̨̻̯̤͙͊̾̚ ̵̢͍̜̠̲̿ȟ̷̺̣̺̀̈̈́͌ͅa̵̩͍̳̔̑͂i̴͙̯̯̙̓̾̉͊r̸̻̫̩͗͂̎,̷͉̮̭̾ ̴͕̻͓̺̝̒̍̓̓́b̴͎̌̒͂e̸̥͎̒͝f̶̨̏͂̈́̕͝ő̵͍̯̏̓͒r̶͇̳̳̊͠e̵̲̯̩͆ ̵̫͍̖͓̻̃g̶̲̫͒̾r̷̘̯̓͋͋a̷̜̹͌̄̋̆s̷̪̜͓̈̎p̶͔͊̅̅́̇ĭ̶̢͙͔̝̀n̵̞͂́́g̴̪͠ͅ ̸͚͔̖̇̌͝ą̸͈̍͌͛ṱ̵͔̖̂̒͝ ̸̦̰̮̥̅̊͝m̵̛̤͈̪͒̀͂̽ͅy̷͕̐͆͊̋͝ͅ ̵͈̙͕̈̊̚͝h̴̼̟̟̩͊a̶̢͐͜i̵̗͂̏͂͊̾͜r̷͎͕̀,̴̢̺̪͍̝̈͆̕ ̶͓͇̦̙͈̔p̵̧̺͙̪̦̎ų̸̠̆̾l̵̟͉̲̍͋̈́̕͘l̴̪͌̉͊͌͠ị̵̺̫̝̎̈̽̔͘n̸̯͔͙̩̍g̷̻̻̤͔̚ ̸͍͔̞̝́ạ̸̌t̸̡̲̫̽͛̈́̚ ̵͖̩̊͒̃̃i̴̙̖͈͉̙̽t̴̢̞̺̫̹͋̐̓,̴̟̳̥̔ ̴̧͍̱͕̿̈̄̈́s̴̢̭̞͈̝͋̏̆̕ţ̷̨̫̉̃̈́͝i̷͖̩̪̎̎̑l̷̡̡̩̏͜͜l̸̘̩̮̝̎ ̴̗̦̟̤̿͗̋̊͌c̵͓͍͚̋̅̌̊́ṛ̸̀͘y̵̦͎̟̐̒̚i̴̘̬̭̥͑̆̔̇n̷͇͓̺̄̄͠g̷̳̱͉͛̄͘͝.̴̨̛̼̈̂̀

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̵̢̛̖̌͌̏̔"̶͍̹͓̂̓͆͊͜D̴͇̻͎͒̔̉͗̊ͅȎ̶͓̬̖̍͝ ̸̨͉͂͘Y̶̬̮̯̞̺̓̅̊̕Ő̸̜̺͇̬͈͂͑U̸͍͓̔́͠ ̸̧̜͇̔͂̀͘K̴̢̦͎̃N̷̛̜̑Ọ̵́̅́̌͠W̵̨̯͂͋͌ ̴̮̙̙̞̺́̆W̸̯̊͝H̴̳̰̠͖͇͆̍͋͋A̵̘͐T̸̪͕͔͛̅͌͆̀͜ ̴͈͖̒̈́͠Ỹ̴͕O̴͉̲̘̥̹͊U̴͈̇̈́ ̴̳̳̈͒̑P̵͙͙̞̟̫̆U̷̞͉͎͐̎̂T̶̺͆ ̶͈̈́̈͊́̇M̸̭̱͘É̴̢͕̯̜̘ ̷̰̽̉̇̊̂T̵̞̄̇Ḫ̵̋̂R̷͖͕̺͖̝̀̈́̓̊̌O̶̡̺̪̣̩̓Ȗ̷̖̞̱͘G̵͎͕̍̃͒H̸̨̬͛͜ͅ?̶̥̒̔̑̇̋!̷̢͓̺̼̗̽̏?̵̡̤̠̜̍͐̀̃ ̵̢̫͖̮͛̉Ä̸̼́Ļ̵͙͂͝L̶̢̤̊̀̏͒ ̶̡̪͈̝̞͌̌͒̒T̶͈̼͔͒͂͜͠H̵̢̰͓͕̲̄̊͆͘͝A̶̙̝͌͛͋̉T̵̹̠̆͝ ̵̢̟͔̪͑͗͋͂̐S̶̢̩̯̬͔̈́͘U̶̗̥̤͎̗̿̈́̊̔̕F̷̬͎̺̩̻͌͑F̴͓͌̃͘̕E̴͓͂͜R̶͍̺̗̗̓̕I̷̠͔̫̺͒̓͜N̸͈̲̲̉̽̔́͝G̵̣̳̮̟͎̽?̵͎̪̫͖̊͒͛!̷̥̏̊̂̎"̵̙͉͑

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̷̭̻͎͑I̶̗͐̄̈́ ̶̘̭͙́̑̀͠͠ţ̸̎̓̚ͅo̷͕͍͗́͝o̷͎͔̪͑͆̉͘͠ǩ̴̹̬ ̴̱̞͔͈̜̽̈́̎̈́̚a̸͉͍̝̺̦͋ ̶̩̓̊̃b̴̯̉̏̐͂͜r̶̢̙̐̀̓̈́̎ḙ̴̮̎͒̇͑̐ä̶̡́̌t̵͍̅͛̽̓͗h̶̼̉̈̕ ̵̩͔͙̯͎̎̅â̶̺̙̗̏̎̓͝n̷̪̽̒͂̉ď̴̥ ̷̫͈̻͌͘h̷̦͇̪̪͗͗̔͒͘u̶̳̼͝g̴̡̬̟̩͆̔g̶̯̠͉̞͂̂̀ͅe̷͖̪̒̄̇͘ḓ̸̆̽͛ ̵́̀̊̉̅͜G̷̢̖̈́͛̓ȓ̴̨̤̥͕̃̈͝í̶͉̥͆̅͒̑a̶͍̟̩͛ṋ̸̮̬̠̯͑̔̆̀̏,̷̺̞̓́̍̈́͜ ̸̮̜͗̀̑̓ẅ̷͇͙̲̰͍́͊ḧ̸̹́̈́͝o̵͓̔̃͒̈́ ̷̗̹̺͕̄̕h̸̗̆̾ȁ̸͚̃͛́ḑ̵̧̡̱̃̉ͅ ̵̤͒̽̃̈́ͅr̷̢̻̦͐̀̓̽̎ḛ̶̤̋͆͒m̷̮̠̗̼͝a̶̛̗̫͓̳i̷̝̯̝͕̤͌̎n̸̳͖̋͂͝é̸̛̞̿̇͝ḑ̶̰̭̖͒ ̴̧͙͇̍̔̃ọ̶̺̯̌̐ņ̷̳͓̹̑̈́͝ ̴͙͖̰̂̍ͅṱ̶̡̳̍͗͜ḥ̶̼̺̮̺̈́̂͆ę̷̫̿̈́ ̶͉͒̅͝͝ġ̸̦̜͖̩̜͒̈́̓r̶̼̩̙̆̐́ǫ̵̩͕̮̍̍͛̈͝ú̵̙̙̜͔n̸̛̫̞͈̩̍̿̾͝d̴̟͒,̷̨͊ ̵͚͈̯͑͜͝ͅĺ̵͕̙̲̼̟̂̐̚͝i̶͖͉͖͎͒̋͑̌s̶̨͓̣͖̚t̶͓͕̬͗́̎ę̵̲̆̓̀̎̀ͅn̶̢̛̘͔͋͗͜i̵̧͓̰͊n̵̰̅̀̉̒ġ̴̤̦͎͈͓̋̕ ̷̱̬͎̋̈́͝t̵̳̟̗̟̱͌̃̒͂͌o̶̭̬͊̏̑͘ ̸̻͓̫̀̎m̵͉̜̙̼̟̋ě̸̢̨̟͓ ̶̢̰̫̯͒͂͑̈́ͅr̷͍͛͌́̀͐͜a̵̰̮̳̬̽̆m̵̗̄̇̓̋̕ḅ̶͓̩̽͆́̓͠l̶̛̯̙̩̼e̸̠̤̎̐̈͝ ̸̬̮͔̻̝͒̇̏ơ̵̱͉̘͆̿͑ͅņ̷͕̬͑̃ ̶͉͑̉͑͜a̵͚͕͎̘̐̉́̾n̵͔̫̫͖̫̂́̚̚͝d̷̥̬́̈̎ ̵̙̫͕̕ͅö̴͙̯̭̳͖ñ̶̝̩̽.̸͚̗̗̙̏͌̒̽͘ ̷͙̯̞̀̅͊̔͠ͅĪ̵̤̺͓͕̊͋̅͝ ̵̢̧̬̽̀s̵̼̗̓̋t̴̥̺̻̑͘ō̴̢̭̪͚̖̄̏ọ̵̢̀͜d̴̙͓̺̰͝ ̷̧̰̯̫͓͒͑̃u̶̻͚̝͒p̴̨̖͓̲̈,̵̱̑̿̍͆ ̸̗̟̝̣̝̉̽͊͝r̸̨̟͕̘̀͘͜u̵͚͍̅̎̐͘n̴̻̯̹̉͗̿͊̂n̵̘̔̈į̸͂͋̋n̶̖̯͊̔͋̾̿g̴̮͈͈̃ ̵͚̩̙͉̤̾̀͛̋m̷͚̱̝̅̎̍̃̿ỷ̶̢̝̱͚͕̇͠͝ ̸͎̱̳̝̬͋͂̊͂ẖ̶̡̟̣̉̾̋̓̃á̸̬͚̬̲̝̓̉ń̶̡̦̘̎̎̔͝d̴̼̪̈́̇̆ ̴̛̞̻͓̳̙̆̏t̵̠̺̺͙̳͊͋̽̍̃h̶̼̙̪̀̆̕͝r̸̡̠̩̈́̈́o̶̗̻͌͆͆̈́ư̷̮͚͇̰ĝ̶̬̫͚̩͚̐̇̃͝h̴̡̪̖̙̜͑̒ ̷͉͕͍̾̐̈́̀̽m̸͙̻̘͈̍y̵̡͆̏͝ ̴̯͕͊̂̀͘͝h̷̞̩̲͖̅å̴̘̖͓̠̘̍́ȋ̵̯̫̪̺̌͠r̴͖͒͗͑́.̴̛̯͕̃͝ ̷̧̞̙̒́Ì̴̺ ̵͉͎̣͆̐̽͠ć̷͕̲̩͎̀h̴̡̙̺̣͑̒̀͗ǘ̵̼̦͕̏̀̚c̵̳̹̣̺̼͐̀̊͌k̷͚͒͛̐̿͜͠l̷̢͖̰̀͗̂̊̈́͜ë̷͕́d̷̬̥̫̲͒̍͐͂.̸̺̼̤̥̻̆͗̌

̵͖̟̀̈̔̾͠

̴̼͆̈́̌͊͝"̷̡̻̲̮̩͊̀̇͗͌S̵͓̫̰̽̋̉̾t̷̹̔̃ả̶̙͇̇̈́y̵̭̮͎̯̱͐́ ̵̮̫̥̩̯̌͒w̵̩̙̪͔̾̚i̷̺͐t̸̜̺̝̺̯͂h̷̡̝͖͚̑ ̵̥̋͂m̵̞͈̳̜̀e̵̤̟̳͛͊̎́.̷̩̃̽͊

̶͇͂̆́͝ͅ

̶̫̭̪̥͝I̷̛̦̯̬̜̜̔͛'̷̫̾̈́l̷̨͉͖͍͠l̵͔̑͂͗ ̷̳̩͔̳́̉̕͘͝m̵̦̾̒̽̏͠į̵̺̫̹͕́̇̉͝ṣ̸̡̯̰̟͋͑ş̵̛͓̱͉͓͗͋̊͝ ̴̧́̿͐͌͂ÿ̶̳͓̪́͘̚o̶̡̮̜͊̈̉̈͠u̸̮̒̓̓͜ ̵̟̿͐̓ͅw̴̟͌͛͊̀h̷̦͓̓̈̀̆͝ê̵̳̥͜n̷̲̖̍̉̀ ̸̤͊̊̇̚y̸̩̱̙̦̭̿ö̷̝͈̺́̎͐u̷̧̬͗͂'̷̧̛̪͈͑̄͝r̵̲̗̺̽̾̄͜e̵͙̝̅̈́ ̶̲̬͔̒̍̈́̀ġ̷̨͇̹̲ờ̸͚̫̩̟̬̽n̴̨̙̟̟̼͊̇é̷̢̨̻̤͆̂̆̓ͅ.̷̜̈́͝

̸̬̘͖̈́͛̆̿

̷̟͓̫̼̇̌̑͛͜͝Ḑ̷̝͖̙͒͐̆͗õ̴̫̼͑̂n̸͕̱̜̲̉̇͌̓̌'̷̪̭̟̞̋̀̽t̵̺͊ ̸̢̛́̆̈l̷͉̥̩̈́͌̕e̴͕̘̙̫̺̎ȁ̶̹́̏̓̕v̴̹̤̘̈͊́͛̎e̶̟̅ ̶̨͑̽͑m̷̻̤̺̔͜ẻ̷̖͋͜,̴̮͘ ̸̧̺̈́͐̍y̵̳̭̯̻̿̀͛̄͝a̷̛̤̮̞̬͌̐̽͆ ̴̻̖̕͠h̵̨͇͛͋͊͝ȇ̴̟̺̲̪̲̂̾́͝ả̸̧̯̑͜ȑ̷̙̈́?̴͓̦̗̜̞̍̕͝

̷͚̝̥̯̭̃̃͝

̴̪̫̍͆͋̐͋Í̸̼̖̻̰͑ ̵̖̞̋͝k̴̳̞̯͎̻̐̄̊i̷̲̗̗̪͂l̴̲̣͋́́̄ͅľ̵̳̚e̶͇͉̝̺̙̎͆̀̆͠d̴̡̫̮͇͂͝͝ ̸͚̹͍͗̿̕ͅt̵͖̞̠̭̊̓̽̈́͛h̶̦̎e̵͕͔̦̊̌m̵̹̠̂͆ ̵͉͗̏͒̑͝ţ̵̭͉͙͑͊̂ǒ̷͙͆̍͘ ̴̭̰̣̀͒ṕ̷͖́r̵̲̬̲͉̽̇o̸̧̰̫͊͂͑̑͘ẗ̷͇͚̗̮́̊̽ẻ̷̩̺̩͘c̸̥͙̮̼̪̾̚t̶̺͇̫͔̉͘͝ͅ ̵̣͉̜͈́͋̒̓͝ỵ̷̜̫̥̏̑ȏ̴̖͓̦͔̪u̶̱̖̰̓.̵̰̣̏̑

̶̘͉̬̓͌͋̕

̵̟̫̈̂̏͜T̸̘͓̈̈́̈́͒h̸̡͙̪͈̉̔͛̋͝ë̴̢̦̼̫̜́̓̂͂͝y̴̯͔̹͔̼̌̆ ̶̡̞̬̻̤̉̈à̸̱͖̤̬̋̓̊͝r̴̩̲̜̮̋ę̴̤̩̂͌ň̸͇̤́̆'̵̣͖̭̐͋ͅt̴̖̠̳͊̆̃̚ ̶̢̧̛̫̈́͘s̶͕̟̞̆̓̊͂̀ͅa̸͐̓͊ͅf̶͓͋͑̾̊ͅȩ̷͔̦̀̑.̵̨̠͍̰̈́̈́̏͜

̵̹͎̙̼͖̈́̿̑

̷͔̰̯́M̴̜̜̄͘ȳ̴̻̂̍̾́ ̸̢̰̪̼͕͐l̸̨̞̝̤̲͊̌͒i̶̙͖̱͎͋͑̊ͅf̶̲̭́́e̵̺͉͋̔̇͆̚ ̴̤̣̆͗h̸̨̎͝a̵̟͂̐̑d̷̙͒͛ ̷̺̩͎̯̾̂̆ͅẗ̶̜̮̪́̃͗̚͠ő̸̡̓̌̎ ̸͍̻̥̿͑c̸̢͔͈̟̓̋̊̀ȯ̵̘̹͋̀m̶̡̳̟͛̑̄e̶̖͛ ̵̤̀̏̏͠t̴̨̥̮͇͂̈́o̵̲̙͙͌̎ ̸̘̖̲̪̪̈́̐t̴͖͍̖̤͇͠h̴̡͌̅̈̒̈i̸̭͊̐̌̊͆s̸̜̦̏̉.̵̧̖͌̽

̵̭͇̄̽̕̚

̷̰̯͍͠Ȋ̵̙̙̗̈ͅ ̷̥̝̬͝r̸͕͐e̸̪̭̓̇a̷̧̛̝̰̅͌̋̄l̵͖͘l̶̞̮͇̙̍͊͒̍̈ÿ̸̞̦̿̏͘ ̸̩̖̦͙̩̊̽̚c̶̱̳̲̞͌͐̽͠ḁ̸̛̲̱͇̀ŕ̸͓͇̹̇͑e̷̜͂̓ ̶̥͙̖̳̀̐a̵̟̙̹̭͕̓b̸̭̗͖̮͑̏̿͘͝ȍ̸̰̳̭̿͋̓̑ǔ̸̖̺̘̂́̿t̶̡̲̟̜͛͝ ̷̺̦̓y̵͇̘͈͔͂̏̅̈ö̵̭̝́̓̽̕ǘ̴͖͍̀̈́̽̚.̶̗̩͙̩̫͛́̌

̷̙̫̺͍͗̈́͝

̶̏ͅĮ̴̺̦͕̠͐́̕ ̵̨͚͎͇͔̀̓̆͝r̴̼̹̼̜̆ḛ̶̢̇̌̂͜a̸̝͊l̵̢͠l̶̫͖̑͆͐y̶̛̫̟͉͓̐̏ ̵̛̖͔̒̄̚d̵̥̈́̀̂o̴̘̓̏͝.̴̣͓͛̈́̓̂͠

̵̢̲͓̭̌͗̃

̵̧̛̥͖̫͒͊͜S̴̳̉́́́ọ̷͠m̷̹͉̦̖̟̾̈́̋e̸̱͐̐̀̃͊t̵̪͈̙͊i̵͎͙̓m̵̮͓̔ẹ̴͍̗̉s̵̡͚̰̠͈̊ ̶̩̗͗ỷ̶̰̻̾̏̚͠ỏ̶̤̣͉̓̏ṵ̷̥͐̿ ̵̣͉̣́̊f̸̮͙͙̼̃̈́͐͜ỉ̶̠͗g̴̦̮̠̈́̎̏ḧ̶̨͕̝͍͌͗͠ẗ̴̢́́͝ ̵̼̋ṃ̷̨̡̺͌̀̚͝ẽ̷̖͑͗͌ ̴͕͇̱̐o̴̰̒̎̿̕͝n̸̡͕̈́̇͝ ̷̲̙̎̃̍̄͝ț̴̡̘͈̊̏̇̚h̴̖̒̔̇i̶̟̯̅͌ś̴̹͓͒̓̉.̸͕̰̓

̷̓̈̂̈́͜

̵̪͗B̴͚͎̭͓̉u̸̥̥̱̠̩̅̑́t̴̮͍͚͆ ̴̱͒ͅp̴͓͈̬̲̲̔̉̆̊l̶̝͐̑̕e̷̘̫̗͗͝á̵͓͙͛s̵̛̠̓̉e̵͚̤̬̍̈͛.̴̧̽̊̒̕

̴̨̖͔̈́̊͒̾̆

̷̳̪̘̞̀̃̀̅͗S̴̢͉͉͐̈́̽t̵͍̙͐̃̆̒͑a̵̮͎̹͛̈́y̷͕͚̽͝ ̶̠̹̦̋̄̏̀͝b̷͕͎̯͚̽̂y̵̜̫̝̎̊̐̕ ̵̧̣̱̬̒̈́̕̚m̸̲̈́͑̇̓ỵ̶͈̼̗̣͋̃ ̸̛͎̤̩́̑̊̚s̵̥̺̈́ȋ̷̡̤̫͈̩̾́̓͝d̴̡̞̹͖̄͝é̸̫̙͙̓̃̀̊.̸̱̖͔̜̲̎̈́̑

̷̹͛͊͒̾

̶̰̺͓̞̀I̸͓̹̹̾̄͑͌̈́'̸̛̤͉̜̜̣̂͂̈m̵̛̪͔̕ ̶̻̟͋ĺ̵̘̺͘͠͝ơ̶̺̠̾s̸̹̤͊̏͒t̵͚̦̖̺͝ ̶̡̻̘͖̦̋̓͐͝w̶͖͉̅̉́̐́i̶̡̇̌̆̑͝ţ̸̛̯̳̝̝͘h̴͉̟̋̈͊̐̀õ̸͕̮̞̳͝ủ̸̪͂͂͒ͅt̶̛̛̻̖̬̂͊̔ ̸̣̈́́̚ẏ̶̡̮̟͈̋ŏ̸̡̦̰̰͋̇ú̸͈̝̟̠̠̇̐.̵̹͋͝

̶̠̼̤̼̪̍͂͒͌͝

̷̛͎͛͗̃Y̵̙͛̿o̵͖̩̭͇͂͆͠u̷͎̘̓̊̒̚͠ ̴̺̈́̆̈́̄͝ḧ̵̡̥͚́͂͝e̸͔̼͙͙͚̓̈̌̉̈l̷͎̎͑̆́͠p̷͕̘̾ ̶̯͐̓̂̀m̴̪̦̭̫̌̑́͠ę̴̻̝̭̮͂̈́͛͝.̵̻̲̮͇̫̃̀

̴̹̟̽̀̄̍̕

̸͙̥̖͓̭̌E̴͖̔́̃̚v̴̗͚̣̦̈́̊͆͗̒ͅȇ̵̱̠͛̏͑̀ͅr̵͇͛͑͘͘ỵ̸̭̪̅̌͗̐t̶̡̖̥̜͂͑ḩ̴̡̤͙͈͐i̷̫͍͑̒ṋ̴͖͉̘̏g̵̠͔̰̈́͒̃͜ͅ ̷͔̙̤͒̾̑į̵̣̾͆͐̊͂ş̷̦̖̎͜ ̷͖̦͇̮͖̐͐͝h̴͈͌̾a̵̡̗͕͈̭͂̀͠z̴̜̈́͝y̸̼̥͊̈́͗̿.̴͔͎͍̊̆̄͌̀

̸̹̳̪̭̙̈́̂̀͑͝

̵͔̖͚́͑̓̐I̵̗̤̖̖̍ ̷̧̜̣͕͝d̸͍̼̄̋̿̆o̸͖̹͋̕͘͠ͅṇ̷͓̑'̸͕̳̅͗̏͋͝ͅt̶̼̦̂͠ ̸̺͖̥̒͐ŕ̵̢̜̪̺̍̔̋͜e̴͉̣̮͗͗͗̽̀͜m̴̱̂̈́̆͗e̸͔̹̲͚͓̋̿͂̚m̶̰͍̟̦̃͛̋̑b̵̳̄̿e̶͊̈́͒̚ͅr̴̩̰̮̮̂̆͆̾ ̸̮̺͓̓̑m̷͖͙̄͊͘ų̷̺͉̦̺͂̒͘c̵̢̱̤͎͗̊͜h̵̳̎.̵̢̹̏̎̋

̷̦͈̮̦͗̉̉̈́ͅ

̵͕͗̃͐͑͘Å̶̼͈͕l̵̮͚̈́̂̾l̷̨̝̙͕̈̍͗́͋ ̷̟̻̘̱̉Ȉ̴͙̮͔̮̦ ̵̧̟̗͎̘̄̓̃r̴̛̰̙͂̆̾͋e̷̙̰̘̪̍̿̕m̶̮͇̭̉͊̒͑̎ȇ̴̕ͅm̷̟̭̮̮̙͌̍̔̈́b̵̙̅̇͌ę̷̪̮̱̯̄̇̀͆͠r̸͇̩̉̔̉͊̏ ̸̧͙̼̱̔͝ȉ̵͈̟̜̯̞̕s̵̜̮͍̔̾̇͜͠ ̸̹͔̜̮̔͐ý̴̯͉̙̈́̍̀o̶͉̯̤͖̓́̽ú̵̻̐̚ͅ.̸̳͑

̵̺͒͆́͗̕

̴̲̹͙͆̍͌L̴̡͚̱̆̌̅͗̆ȯ̸̢̩͚͐́͛͝ͅs̴͛̓́̍͘͜͜í̸̙̹͚̓̌ņ̶̟͑̓̆g̸̱̹͙̗̿ ̴̢̪͕̪͕͗y̸̹̋̓̈́̃o̶̤̬̳͆̾̐̌͜u̵̡̩͉͎̾̀̍.̷̨̙̬̙̽̀͒̃"̷̛̼̊̎

̸̪͔̳͆̈́̏̚

̶̡̫͇̎̕Ģ̶̏͛r̷̠̆͝i̷̛̫̮ͅà̶̡͔̪̦ņ̵̬͋̋̅̕ ̵͉̄̀̊̀́l̶̜̻̬̗͖̋o̴͉͊̅̅͘͝ͅo̴͓̘̾͛́͘͜k̴͍̙͖̯̻̊̎͆̒e̷̫͖̤̞̥̾d̷̢̨̬̱̀̕ ̸̧͔̣̐a̵̠̹̱͐̃̄̋t̴̹͈̠̜̘̽͛ ̶͉̗̞̀͆͒́̿m̸͓̙͍͌͐e̶̪̓,̶̰͉̭̭̒͆͋̿ ̷̤̺̑̓̈́ṭ̶̬̖̜̀̊̒̑ͅę̸̜̣̟́̆̌͐̏â̸̢̧̰̤͙̓̈͒ŕ̶̳͒͌̀s̷̠̘͈̩̿ ̷͔̝̭̾̍͛͜͝w̸̡̢̘͈̔̒̓̇e̸̛͕͍̦̓̋̈́͝ȓ̶̞͖̞͚̽͝ë̷͙́ͅ ̸̓͘͜͝f̴̠̜͖̖̰̍͒̂a̴̢̨͉̙͗l̸̢͉̦̹̲̑l̶̘̣̼̄͐̚i̶̙̾n̶̞̑̅͐̉g̷̛͈̗̯͒͝ ̵̯̮͇̀̄̓͝f̷̘̳̯̰̮͘ä̷̹̗́̐͜͝s̶͉̻͂t̶̨̘̦̍͋͗͘e̴̛̛̦̞̮͋͝r̵̭͚͎̍̔̏ ̵̱̫̖͈̓̋̈̚͝t̸͈́̒͂̈́̕h̴̗̩̯̎a̸̧̟̓̑̿n̸̨̡̙̙̖͂̕ ̸̻͇͒̉̊b̶̧̙͎͂̇͛̚͝ͅë̷͈̻͔́̓f̷̫̦̃͋͘ỏ̶̙̥͔̜̻r̷͉̂͛̿ẹ̶̀̔̅̆,̷̡̠͖͗̿͑͝ ̶̙̙̥̈͛̔̄b̴̩̺̄ǘ̷̹t̴̛͙̻̅͐ ̵͎̞̍̊̃̅m̴̢̲̳̩̪̒̆͠͠y̸̼̔̉̐́ ̷̳̱̲̓́̓͋͋e̸̫̟̾̀͛ẙ̷͙̮̪̉͐̄̚ę̶̫͇̺͉̂͑͝s̸̳͕̠̭͐ ̸̖͖̘̿́̀̚w̴͎̪͎̳̥͒̃̕ë̸̦̞͐͐̈́͘͜͜r̴̨̘̯̼͉̀ě̵̟͍̒̍̑ ̷̰̪̮͖͌͛͜ļ̸͉̙̦̐͛̌̉͝o̵̠͕͕̽̑̅c̶̢͈͗̔̚͘ͅk̵̯͉͗͜e̵̹͍̹̤̫̓̽̈́͋d̶̞̟͍͇̏̆ ̴̢̪̞̥̅̌͒̉ȋ̵͈̩̠̠͑͐̚͠n̶̰͉̘̥̎t̵̊͑̈͘͜ȯ̴̡̯̿͂ ̴̦̬͇̈́̀̀̇m̸͎̬͖͗̊̑͛ͅỵ̶͋s̴̺͍̬̮̝̍̓ë̸͇̫͔̰̂͑͝l̸̗̭̪̀̕f̵̛̼̹̪̙͒̓͗͘ ̴̧͚̩̲̦̒̔͌̍ḭ̷̊̾̆̂n̷̼̣̯̫͐̈̏͛͜ ̶̜͉̬͍̬̆t̴̥͓̊͆̏h̵̫̹͑̐̇̈́ȩ̷̩̊͗͆̄ ̸͓̓̿͝͝͠m̷̙̯̤̺͐̎̈́ͅi̷̱̺͎̣̿̀͝r̸͇̲̟͖͆̕ŗ̵̻̳́ȯ̷͕̙͖̊r̸̨̠̮̾.̸̧͖͆̐ ̷̢͍̥̳̈́͆͆͠Ì̴̻̭̩̰̿̇͊ ̴̺͂̈̎̽̌s̸̨̞̼̝̿͂͆ỉ̶̯̌̃̕͠ğ̷̼͖̭̲̱͐̕͝ḫ̵̗́͗ė̶̢͓̰͉̠͊̈̚d̷̗͓̫̰̀̈́̋ ̵̫͈͊a̵̮̘͉̭͙̓n̶̹̂d̶̬̻̖̏̄́ ̵̡̛̼̟͕̀͆̂s̵̝̔̃͑ͅm̶̞͓̿́̾̏i̵̭̓̽̏̑̏ľ̵͖̖͍̥̓͐͆ȩ̵̪̜͗̐̆͒͝ď̷̨̍͆̌,̴̲͈͐̑̕ ̶̛͉̹̏͆w̶̱̭̭͋̾͠a̷̢̓͋̚͝ĺ̸̺̹̹͓̠̐̈̚͘ḵ̴̘̰̦͗́̌̉͛į̶̻̲͎̹̊̾͌̈͝n̸̫̗̳̜̙̆̒̅͑g̵̗̈́̃ ̷̨̲̅́̈́o̶̹͔̐́͐̋̈v̴͈̱͉̙̹̎̎͠ȅ̶͙͖͔̔͒̒̚ŗ̷̆́͠ ̷̛̛͇͊̚ț̶̲̐͠͠o̷̟̬͕͍͍̾̿͝ ̶͓̲͓͕̥͗Ǵ̷͕̟͍̤̍̎ṟ̵̡͓̟̄í̵̘͒̆͂͝à̸͈͖̳͆̑̐͒n̷͕̼̻̉̓͆ͅ,̵͕͖̩́͜͜ ̵̗͚̞̜̪͋͠g̸̝͉͍̙̕r̶̡̖͍̆̀̈̎a̸̩̗̹̯͛̄̓̾b̷̩̘̞͋́b̷̡̤̘̦͈͊ȉ̷͍͚̪̜̄͑͝n̴̡̥̘̳͗̌g̵͚͈̒͂̆̚͘ ̷̛̺͎̮̊͌h̴̨͉̳͎͖̒̈ȋ̶̧͇̳́̀͆́m̵̢̦̓͗̒̒ ̷̭̒̍̓̚͠á̷͉̬͉̙̻͌̅̎n̶̗̪̠̼͆͂̎̕͝d̸͈̬̯̅ ̴̧̨͓̠́̍̃͌͆ͅh̴͎̻̺̪͆ͅo̸̡͚̬͊͊̌l̸̼̖͓̳̖̉́̀d̴̳̼̯͂̐̋̽͘i̸̮͓̗̤̯̊̈͋̈́͊n̷̨͉̟̮̣̉̀͐̂͘ǵ̶͉̩̹̪͓̃̓͛̄ ̵̲̰̇̐ḧ̶̖́͗i̴͍̐̕m̴͈̮͑̓̐̌ ̸̧̂̾̈́c̷̨͖͋̎͐ḻ̷̲͚̽̾ö̶͕s̸̰͑̈́͗ȩ̶͉̤͂͜.̷̩̈́̆

̵̤̱̈́̈́͝

̷̢̪̪͉͛"̸͈͈͌ͅM̸̫̮̥̀ṵ̸̀̈͠ḿ̸̻͕̤͂̎͜b̵̛̙̝̠̈́o̴̥̫̼͇̲̓͋.̸͔̈́̌͒͝.̷̝͉̇̒̈́͆̚I̴̡̢͖͕̒͂͋'̵̨̧̝̊ṁ̷͖̦͍̺̊͜ ̷̡̯̯̅̍̉̒s̶̥͒̋o̴̰͐r̶̩͐͜ŗ̴̠̱͈̇ŷ̶̝͔̰͠.̴͈̖̦̰̣̈́̈́.̷̟͒̔̀͗̔Ì̵̡͇̂̏ͅ ̷̢̫͌d̴̳͓͋̎o̴̠̤͋̍͋n̸̛̬̟̪͚̽̓͊̀'̴̧̻̫̗̏̔̈́̇͜t̵̪̋̽̓͜ ̶͎͎͇̌̊̇̏̓ķ̷̤͈̫͗ñ̷̛̙̩ò̸̤͎̜͓̈́̚w̶̥͋̍͗ ̸̤̦̻̿ẃ̸̯̅͠ḧ̴̳̥̳͗͜a̶̗͐̿̿͑t̸̢̛͇̐͝ ̷̗̉̌y̴̠̯͛̑̽́ò̸̳̞̫͇̟̚ȕ̵̧͖̖́͊'̷̳̗̖̹̞̈́̊͛̉r̸̛̬̓ẹ̷̛͈ ̵̦̽̊t̷̳̥̀́ͅȧ̴̬l̸̛̤͔̬̙͒̇͘k̷̪̭̘̪̆͝i̸͉̪͍̺̍̍́̕ñ̸̬͚̅̇͂g̶̻̲̽̓͝ ̴̱̜͍͖̈́͐̿͘a̸̢͓͕͎͉̔̔̈́b̸͓̮̠͙̂ǫ̵̛̺̝͐̓͘u̵̹̓́ẗ̴̠̯́̾͝.̷̹͈̙̹̝̒̀̉̕͝.̵̰̼̬̱̜͗̆"̷͉̩̩͒͋͆

̷̝͚̥͐̾͝"̴̻̩̃͜I̴͓̮͈̍̈́́̚ ̸̙̘̫̳̞̒̈́̂͝ļ̷̥̪̩͌̂̍̃o̸̥͈͑̀͊̌s̶̙͘t̵̝̱̊̈̿̏͆ ̴̥͔̌͆̌ỷ̸̰̜͝o̸̭̲͚͝ú̷̱̑ͅ.̸̻͈͖͚̒̔͑̃͗ ̸̡̹͈͇̀̄͗Ṭ̴̱͊̈́͐h̴̨͓̍́ḙ̶̡̲̹̿y̸̨̠͍͂̂̀͜ ̷̰̔̾m̴̟͌̒̃͘͝a̶͇͎̣͇̓d̶̹̤̘̟̓͆͂͜͠e̵̩̋ ̶̼̜̃͋̃͝͝m̶̹̓͐̓̓͝ḛ̷͈̮̣̳̈́̓̆͒ ̸̰͍̺͙̞̓̅̊ģ̶̘͖̭̠͐̔i̴̞͔̟̩̱̔͒͘v̷̡͔̫͋̊̅e̶̦̮̙̗͙̓̌̿͐͝ ̷̖̺̞͔̪̒ỳ̷͍͔͝͝ọ̸̦̈́͝u̸̱̘͖̺͎̾̅͋̇̃ ̸͓̰̔ư̵̟p̴̗̈́̓͝͠.̸̻͉̓̀ ̵̢͖̹̮̭́T̴̛̪̮̐͝h̸͈̟̭̐͑̀̑͘e̸̢̼̱̳͗ŷ̴̢ ̸̡̻̖̬͛̌͋̕m̴̮̯͍͇̓́͜á̷̧͔̮͔̦̒̒ḏ̸̙̓̊e̶̙̓̅̍ ̶͙̱̃̈́̐̓m̷̡̛͇͓̻̲̒͛́̚ë̵̫͔̻̝͚̄ ̵̮̥̩͔͒̑̐̕̕l̶͉̝̤̿̌͌̇o̷̯̻̮̮̜͆s̴͔̱͠e̶̲̠̱̥̊̓̓̚͜ ̵̛͓̠̬̜̬̎͆̋y̶̛̖̿́́̀ợ̸͊ṵ̸̺͌̃̓̋͒ͅ,̵̫̘͉̳͊͗ ̷̨̱̠͠ẙ̴̮̬̥̖̈́ȯ̸̠͋͜ù̶̪̼̝͑͠ ̵̯̱͎̟̈́ḑ̵̮̈́͊͂͌ì̸̬̫̇͐̓d̷̥̲̾n̶͍̝͓̏̉̈́'̶̳͍̩̇t̸̳̲̗̣͗̊̈́ ̶̡̭̝̬͊̄̂̃͌c̴̯̹̉̔ŏ̴̡͖̟̍̑ṃ̴̓e̶̮̭̰̼̮͋ ̶̛̺̞̋b̴̧̝̱̙̊̏̋̈́̈a̶̡̼̓́̎ͅc̸̦͑ḱ̵̰͓̐̎̏͠.̴̭͔̐͠͝ ̵̡͈̳̩̠̅͑͐̌I̴̡̭̮̕͝ ̴̺̲̱͆́̅j̶͕̙̺̃̐̎̀u̶͙̣̩̻͓̍͊̿̈́̌s̶̩̖̼̄t̸͕͇̟͗͗̐̉͘ ̴̤̭̙̔w̴̡̛̼̟ą̸̺͈͙͇̃ņ̵͍̭̞̘̇̒̑͆́t̴̮̘̳̖̭̽ ̶̡͚͐͋̀t̷̳̻̱͗̿̑̏̚o̷̩͔͋͒̃̚ ̶̰͗̇̀h̵̢̻͙̻́̏͘͜ó̶̫̦͚͗l̸͎̗̆̔̒d̷̤̏͐͝ ̵̥̫̈́͌ÿ̴͔͎̖͋̈́̽o̷͔̫̐̽̈́̽͘ú̷̺̹̺̗͚̍ ̵̡̿͒̌́͘c̸̳̍̂̅l̷̮̜̅͋̉̈́͘ọ̷̧̙̍͛̀̋͜ͅs̸̳̈̈́̇̾ë̷̡̧̺͍͓͒͂̐ ̵̭͉̘͚̍f̸̺̥͑͐͂͘o̷͍͚̻̤̯͝r̷̳͉̻̎ͅ ̴̅̓̄͜ţ̶͔̥̯̩̍̌̚h̴̠̼̮̒̂e̶͓̩̬͓͛͗ ̵̧͉̟̈̽̂̈͑r̵̗̻͉͎̉̄̽̏͜ȇ̷̟͛̓̾̿s̷͕͍̈́̃̎͂͜t̷͖͕̥̠̝͑̐͑̌ ̵̜̘̘̼̭̑ờ̷̗̳̮̈́͘f̶̠̲̠̏̆̚ ̸̗̳̘̑̃͊͜y̵̛̰̯̱̬̳̍̽o̵̮̠̟͘͜ŭ̸̡̯͒̎r̸̜͕̫͎̽̿̎͠͠ ̸̘̟͈̹͙́l̴̥̙̫̟̿͒̌͂̚i̸͓̬͗̓͗͘͝f̸͖̅̓̚̚ë̶̢̩́.̵̢̢̪̂͝ ̷̡͉̞͕͗͌͆͌͒ͅI̶̙͋ ̴̗̭̟̀͗ͅc̵͔͇̟͕̖̈́̽͆́͝ā̸͈̰̬ṋ̴̛̥͚́̌̎'̷͓̩̃̑̕ț̴̮̞̲͗̌̔̕ͅ ̸̻̣̖̋̌l̶̡̬̝̽̌̄͝ȩ̴͓̩̪̟̾̍̒͝͝ṱ̸̢̧̑̋́̿ ̷̨̹͙̯̙̊̀́a̶͉̾̀͛̆͘n̴̢͙̑̓̓̐ỳ̶̧̦̞̠̔ö̸̭́͊́n̸̛͍͛ͅḛ̴͇͇̰͔̌ ̴̙͈̣̊̋͘ͅh̵̦̳̺̖͇́̋̾͐͝ų̴̥̝̻͑̚͝r̸̢͕̤͍̫͐́͊̃͠t̶̛̩̲̻̯̔͆̚ ̴̯̫̖̳͑ý̶̢̻͍̑̔o̴̡͚̟̊͋͑̇͆u̸̫̇̅̃ ̸̣̻̀͐̀͝͝Ģ̷̭̼̲̠̋̉r̵̢̜̤̂i̵̧͎͍̍͐̏̿̎ą̷̝̗̳̼̌̋̇͗ṅ̶̝̩͑ͅ.̵̬̥͇̓̈́̚"̶̯̣̙̲̂

̶̰̹̇

̴̨̪̟̺̔̃̚͜"̸̣̫̯̝̀͌ͅM̵̦̼̥̬̗̌̇̒͝͝u̵͔͙̒͑͋̈́m̸̜̼̣̭̗̀͛̿͛̕b̴̨͇̖̖̹̍ö̴̲́,̷̹̪͌̔͛ ̸͍̗̾̽̕p̴͈̠̦̻̾̈́ḷ̵̣́̃̏̎̕ė̶̳̘͇a̵̰̬̥͝s̴͕̼̞̙̋͆̏ȅ̴͔̓͂͘͜.̵̯̩́ ̴̘͉͖̲̐̂W̴̨͕͖̒͆h̴͓̭̺̄̐̈́̚ą̸̻̽̀̈͆̕ţ̴̛̯̯̜͊͑̇͛ ̴͇̔̐̀̑ͅȁ̸̗̪̦́̅̉ŗ̵̟̖͇̩̄̓ȇ̷͔́͑ ̷̮̊y̸̭͉̥̱̌͒̈́͆̑o̴̢͇̠͕͒̓̿u̶͖̮̩̙̯͐̀̾̽ ̴͈̯̰̑̅͆͠t̷̡̳̀ḁ̵͔͙̘͆̆̂͘l̶̼̎̄̇̍͠k̴̪̘̖͔̠̓i̴̛͔̩̫̦̓ņ̷̳̱͈̹̏͋g̷̪̖̘̯̓̈́́͝ͅ ̶̗̖̓ą̷̛̘̦̩̆̓̀̓b̸͓̀͝ō̵̫̋̆̌̉ü̸̖̬̹̒̉̀͗t̸͂ͅ?̷̰͊͋"̶̺͍̊̔͌͋͝

̷̝̫͙̦͋͝

̴͔͠"̶̧̛̝͉̳͎͆̚Y̶̻͕̦̩̻̊̋̓o̴̬̹̊̊͐u̴̠͂̋ ̸͓̩̙̉̉̏͠d̶̮́̍͑͝ḯ̸̢̨͕͙͌̍e̸͎͌̏̕d̴̨͍̯͕͊̈́ ̵̡̃Ǧ̷͈r̵̦̝̣͇̖̔͗̃̕ǐ̸̟̽͐͐a̸̛̯͇̠̻͐͋̌̀͜n̸̖̖̥̖̈́̄̆.̶͉̄̔ ̵͉̔̓̅͘Ì̸̩̠̫͕̗͌̓t̵̘̖͔̳̟͐̒̔̎ ̷̬̝͉͘̕͝w̶̨̭͎̭̓̃̆ȁ̵͉̑̆̓͠š̶̝͖̩̠̽̿̈́ ̷͉̓ṭ̵͇̥̼̾̾̒͜͠h̷͇͎̭̤̫̐e̴̛͚͔̓̄s̶̡̰͈̩̈̅̾͘̚e̵̖̟̮͛̐͛͝ ̵̨̳̝̣̖̋̌̈ḧ̵̛͙̻͇̝́̉̕e̸̛̮̯̅̂ŕ̴̠̀̍̋͘m̴̖̤͆̍̎̈́͝ì̴̮̺̹͊t̸̼̪̗̙̓͆s̷̘̩̋̌ ̵̪̘̏f̸̣̒̎́ä̷̤́̄̚ṵ̴̝̤̔́̚l̷̦̖͋̌t̴͚̼̺̹͕͒͒̚.̸̛̗̔"̷̨͙͙̑̾

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I woke up. My head felt fuzzy like everything was covered in a thick invisible blanket. Surprisingly I could hear pretty well since I was light-headed. I heard someone walking around my base above me. I hurried to a corner of the room hiding, hoping that whoever was above me wouldn't come down. To my dismay, I heard someone coming down the bubble elevators and got out. I noticed my vision was tinted a shade purple.

ử̸̫̰͇͈͉̱̋̀̀̈͑̑͑̆̐̈͘̚m̷̢̻̰͌̅̀̉̑̏͘͜b̵̡̡̤̳̻͕̫̬̞͛͋̇̆̔̄ǫ̴̛̠͎͔͙̣̥̪͓̫̫̠͖̥̠̓̋́̇̽̐̀̋͒͗m̶̡̡̜̤̻͉̖̺̘͓͇̯͔̊͋̅͐͒̒̊͂̊͆̄̅̕̕ͅ!̴̨̺͙̗͖͈͎̯̩͙̀̄̈́̊̓͐̑̿́̆̀̕ ̸̢̪̬̟̣̭͓̺̖͍̿̓̌̍̄̈́̃̑̍͌̕͠H̶̹͉̓͊͛̈̉̏ȩ̴̛̲̺͔̼̣͈̪̝̖̏̏͐̉̚̕͜ͅͅw̸̖̻̟̙̻̍̈r̶̨͊̔̉̈̑̓̚͠ę̴̛̯̹͈̗̎͋͌̽͌̋̚ ̶̢̧̯̝̺̠͔̰̹̱͈̼̼̫̻̌̀͒̀̒͐̍̋́̆̀̏̿͘ŕ̴͕͈͈̭͚̟͍̖̤̪͖̠̲͋͗̏̏̑̅̂̌̓ͅͅe̴̪̖̥̓͆̒̌̌̂̈́̂̈́̕͝a̷̢̪̘͕̤͂͗̍̃̈́͛̈͊͊̌̄̔̑̕ ̸̢̗̼̙̪̥̩̻̘͇͖̤̱̪̦͂̑̀̃͋͂̈́̐̓͑͂̕ő̸̧̲̩͍̺̖͕͓̙͖͒̂̈́̈̌͌͌̀̒̐̃ͅy̴̥͉͓̤̖͙̘̼͙̏̽̈́͋̊̾́͋̀̚͝u̵̡͙̞̥̽̑̿̔̃́͋̒̾́̓͘͝͝?̶͙̣̰̙̙̳̖̱̩̐

Something came around the corner. It was lanky and had a stick figure like look with sticks and tree limbs sticking out of its body. It also had a pair of Antler like horns made entirely out of black looking sticks. Everything on it was black except its eyes and some lines all over its body.

It looked at me and grinned. I was terrified of it.

What is it?

Who is it?

Why is it here?

...

Was it here for me!?!

|Iskall|

I got a text on my communicator from Grian who said that Mumbo wasn't at either of their hobbit holes and Grian asked me to look for him. I decided that the best place to look first would be his base cause that would be the most logical place to look for the mustached hermit.

I got to his base and looked around some. I was surprised at how much detail he had put in it and all of the terraforming, considering Mumbo was never that good at building. What I was more surprised about was the fact that he didn't have a storage system in his base at all. In fact, he had not that many Redstone contraptions in his base at all! It was strange seeing Mumbo have a base that didn't have any form of Redstone in it because he was the one last season who made the laggy-est base out of everyone on the server! I almost forgot about his IBBBBBBBIBI.

[In between bases base built by Bumbo Baggins inspired by Iskall]

I went down the bubble elevator into his IBBB[Ima call in that cause the other one is just too long] and heard shuffling.

I went around the corner to Mumbos bedroom and saw him huddled up in a corner. He was looking at me with a terrified expression.

All of a sudden he got into a more defensive stance, although still huddled up in the corner he was in, and his hands lit up with electricity. I had never seen him so afraid of something before that he would even put up a defensive stance.

I stood there for a bit not moving, hoping Mumbo wasn't being hostile towards me. He slowly lowered his hands- or rather claws cause his hands didn't seem to be hands really.

"I-iskall? ISKALL!!"

Mumbo ran forward hugging me. Surprisingly his claw-hands weren't as sharp as I thought they would be.

"Mumbo? Are you okay?" "Y-yeah... sorta? I don't-I-we don't know?" "Mumbo are you sure your okay? Mumbo?"

He was looking at me with the same terrifying expression again. He pushed me away and looked around frantically. He shocked me when he pushed me away so I was stuck on the ground not able to move any part of my body.

He stayed huddled up in the corner of the room for a while. After a bit, I could move again but chose not to as to not scare Mumbo. We stayed there for what seemed like an hour when he looked at me again, this time with a more scared expression but it wasn't me he seemed to be afraid of. He looked down at his hands started frantically trying to scrape whatever made the claws up away.

"MUMBO STOP THAT!?! Your gonna hurt yourself!" "S-STAY AWAY F-FROM US!!!" "Mumbo stop scratching yourself! Your going to hurt your self and I and Grian don't want that!" "O- okay..." "Mumbo please come here" "N-no!" "Fine then."

I went over to Mumbo despite him asking me to stop several times.

"Alright now, what happened?"

...

"Purple..."

"Purple? Mumbo I don't know what you mean by pur-"

"Everything was purple a-and you w-were a-a-" "take your time you don't have to say if you don't want to." "O-okay... can we go back to Gri please..." "Sure thing!"

We walked in silence over to Grian's hobbit hole and went inside.

|Mumbo?|

"Grian! I found Mumbo!"

I heard Grian running from upstairs trying to get down the stairs as fast as he could. He unfortunately tripped. I moved swiftly and caught Grian and was hugging him tightly. Grian looked surprised by this and after he realized this he hugged me back. I was trying not to accidentally poke him or shock him as I was still a little jumpy from before, unfortunately, Grian shoulders tensed up uncomfortably.

"Sorry!" "It's okay Mumby." "O-okay..."

"Is everything alright besides your... Um, hands?" "I-im just nervous... and I don't know what happened to my hands- I don't- I- I-i I-don't I-i I-don't IdontknowIdontknowIdontknowIdontknow-

I fell down on my knees whispering the same thing over and over again. "I don't know"

I suddenly felt calm.

Then I lunged.

Welp that's the end of chapter 17 >:)

Have a good day/night! :3

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