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In fact, they first met through sexual fanart of one of Goose's characters that Adam (minor; 17 at the time) made.

They continued talking after that for whatever reason, including Goose making sexual jokes at him:

And, ironically, a tweet about her realizing he was a minor.

Evan after this, though, they continued to interact through sexual jokes and references. The following tweet, a couple of months after Adam turned 18, the two referenced their first meeting, and Goose said that the Elaine orgasm fanart was in a "special folder" of hers.

Ironically, Goose had a single moment of realization that Adam was too young to see her NSFW account... only to joke about him sexually AGAIN a couple of months later.

Yet again. Adam was 18 and Goose was in her mid/late 20s.

Words cannot describe how disgusted I am. It's no wonder she didn't give a shit about grooming, she did it herself. Even worse, she still interacts with him as recently as this March despite having never addressed what she did to him.

Second still remembers that day, the day he was first created, when everything started. He really loved drawing then, he had his own friends too. Then, that damned cursor came along.

He still remembered watching them die one by one, the fear on their faces, he hadn’t meant to get them killed! He just wanted to play. Part of him knows their deaths were all his fault.

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Being forced to animate things for the cursor was not an ideal situation, he spent most his days drawing for it. It took the fun away from drawing for him, especially knowing they could come to life, and having to watch that damn thing kill them. 

He felt sick looking at his own hands sometimes. The heavy weight of the ball and chain forced onto his ankle was nothing compared to the guilt in his mind. Sometimes when not being used, he’d just stare at those disgusting hands, the hands of a murderer.

August 19th. 2018.

He functioned on autopilot most days, today he was drawing some weird walking flower thing, he didn’t care much about it though, it was just another task he had to do. He drew himself 2 other stick figures, some helpers. He watched as they drew for him, before their usefulness was no longer needed, and that thing, killed them. He knew it was all his own fault, he shouldn’t have made them in the first place.

He just stared as that thing hit play and watched the animation. It seemed to satisfy him, as second was then picked up by his chain and thrown away into his box. He just stared at the wall, a loud buzzing sound started, and it felt really hot… he couldn’t tell if it was just in his head or not.

Next thing he knew, the box was dissolving into red dust of code, and he was falling onto the ground. He immediately noticed the red spider, but he didn’t know what it even was, he had no concept of viruses. He just stared as the virabot lunged at him, frozen in place.

The thing then quickly grabbed the virabot, throwing it across the screen before quickly writing using the typing tool to communicate with second “DO SOMETHING.”

‘Do something,’ he was always doing something for that damned cursor, wasn't he? He couldn’t stand being here but he was scared of dying, maybe he could escape? Was that even possible? 

He had to try.

He quickly grabbed the pencil and the eraser. He begun rubbing the floor aggressively with the eraser, occasionally glancing over to the weird red thing and the cursor. He knew he didn’t have much time. He saw a weak point beginning to form, he gripped it with all his strength and pulled.

A scary, white portal opened, without thinking he jumped in. Almost immediately he began falling, he looked down, a large ocean was below him, he panicked, he knew his ball and chain would weight him down too much to swim, maybe he could draw something?

Quickly he drew a life vest and hoped for the best.

A loud splash was heard as he crashed into the water, he almost immediately began drowning, water filled his lungs, and his vision went dark.

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Dark stared down at the stick he had found, he found the weird orange stick drowning, the guy had a ball and chain around his ankle, and a weird looking life vest on. The stick also had some weird tools, a pencil and an eraser, kind of like the tools he used in… Never mind.

He knew the stick was from Alan’s pc. Had he created another one of them? Interesting, maybe he could be useful. Dark decided from there that he would take him to his secret hideout.

After all, he was rather lonely.

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