void time

Flynn rubs at his eyes before picking himself up as well as the canteen.

The energy is crisp, and with it, he feels slightly better.

"I forgot how good this stuff tasted..." He shakes his head fondly, vague memories dancing around in the back of his brain, "Heh...thanks man. It's much appreciated."

He also sprinkles some on the Bit, who hums in appreciation.

Flynn furrows his eyebrows. The voice sounds Familar but...The echo-eyness of the Void makes it harder to identify. What he does know is that he gets a pang of....Sadness. And Guilt when he hears it.

It is. Not quite an Angler Fish. In fact, the Bit seems permanently stuck in the 'yes' position. Flynn's eyes are wide in amazement, recognition flickering across them. Bit. it's a Bit. He picks off the tape holding the attempted- Angler Fish- Thing.

Flynn's examining one of the glass shards from the Failed Orange Juice when the voice tumbles through. He is Definitely Not Thinking About Eating the Glass Shards. Nope. Not at All.

One of the words in the sentences catches his attention. "It's alright man, don't worry. But uh...Creator? Honor?" His confusion is genuine, "I mean. I made Games...And...Clu, I guess." The memories in his head are still reeling at the memory of the hacking program being created, "But...I'm just. Flynn." He isn't mad. Just Curious.

"Clu? I...." Flynn's eyes flicker, the name stirring up memories of long nights spent behind a computer screen, "I had a. Hacker Program named. Clu. I- I never. Met. Him. He-" His Breath catches. He never met him and it was his fault, and he couldn't fix him. He was shattered into a million pieces, he was trying to fix him, but he couldn't- He was Trying-

"Oh, uh! It's a saying. Company like, uhh. Companionship." He readjusts his jacket robe. "And I said company cause It seems? Like there's multiple of you?? I think. It's hard to tell sometimes."

Flynn huffs, amused, "'Sir'? You don't need to call me that, man. I'm just a dude in the Void. Chilling. Anyway uh. Yeah. Getting in the void. Well." He puts a hand to his chin, thinking about it for a second, "I remember...A Bright Flash. And then I was here. I think."

He puts his hands on his hips, "The thing is. I'm not..." He turns his head to the side, "I'm not exactly sure. How. Or Why. I'm here. To be honest. I'm having a hard time...Remembering things. In general. It's all fuzzy."

If Flynn has any recognition of the voice, he gives no sign of it.

"Well, I'm. A video game developer." He says it haltingly. As if he isn't quite sure of his own answer. Before getting a little grin on his face and rocking on his feet, "I developed!!! Space Paranoids!!!!" He says it with a wide spread of his hands.

It takes a moment for him to process the question. And even then he gets hung up over one word.

"Wait a Second."

Flynn laughs, "You guys, Of Course."

Flynn has the decency to look chagrinned. "Oh yea, Uh I guess I forgot to introduce myself to the..." He frowns for a moment, "Weird-funky void voices..." He thinks about it for a moment more before shaking his head, readjusting his robe, the lightlines on it flashing, "I'm Flynn!"

A short while later, or a long while. Who knows. a loud sparking noise startles him, and he turns his head towards what one would normally call 'the sky, or the ceiling'. In a large showfair of sparks and flares a hole opens up, and closes just as quickly, but not before dropping what looks to be a pad. He isn't exactly sure how he knows what it is. but it is oddly familiar. He watches it fall, The Odd Not Quite Real physics of the void taking it's sweet time before it falls to the ground. He picks it up.

On it is a picture of some sort of.....creature. The word stirs in his mind after a moment. Fish. A fucked-up one at that.

"Dude," He says breathlessly, laughing a little in excitement, both at the fact this is an Object, and the fact this fish is ridiculous and cool "That is Really Fucking Radical."