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(@ask-thebrokensoul)

The Broken would be in the corner of a lights-out room, only recently having passed out from her earlier panic. She would have her brown leather overcoat draped over her like a blanket, as her chest rose and fell with rhythmic sleep.

*The colony walks through the site, carrying its bag of various merchandise. It ends up stumbling into this scene*

"Hmmph. . ."

*It opens the bag, grabbing a simple teddy bear, and throwing it over for her*

She would stir in her sleep as it hit her face, sitting up and groaning softly.

"H-huh..? Who..?"

When her eyes met the colony's, they would snap wide open, her maw widening in the beginnings of a scream -- not ideal in the blacksite.

"Oh sweet abyss it's screaming!"

*He looks around, a bit panicking*

"Hey! its ok, no need to panic, I am not dangerous! Please calm down"

She would continue screaming, only coming to a stop when the other clamped their hand over her mouth. After multiple long moments of squirming, she finally settled down.

"W-Who are you..?"

She would ask shakily.

"Just a lot of guys trying to sell merch! No need to worry, corner folk."

"You look like someone who would need a plushie or something, maybe a t-shirt"

She exhaled shakily, shaking her head. Why would she need merch when she hasn't even figured out what the hell happened to her? Last thing she remembered before turning was those..countless green eyes..

"I mean, A plushie really helps to calm down! You look like someone who needs, some calming down you can say."

"I can make a plushie of anything you want! Just ask!"

She looked away, still clearly overwhelmed. She wasn't sure what had happened to her, let alone how to survive in her current form. It was all so..much for her.

"Look, You seem to be quite new around this. . . whole ordeal, its not that bad to be fish!"

"Even if it can be terrifying at first. . ."

She nodded softly, leaning ever-so-slightly into his chest. She still could barely register what she was going through herself, let alone explain or vent to another person.

*They once again offer her the teddy bear*

"Here, it helps to comfort people, don't ask me how it even works!"

"Like, There this one time I gave this to a expendable that was having a panic attack because they saw Angler, and he like, just stopped crying, in seconds!"

She seemed to giggle slightly at this, her voice soft and adorable despite her shy demeanor.

"And would you look at that! The teddy bear attacks again, removing all tears from someone's face! It sure is powerfull, isn't it?"

*The seller chuckles, or the colony, sounds like a lot of people chuckling the just one*

She seemed to fail to pick up on this, sighing in slight content. Clearly, she wasn't seasoned in the post-lockdown blacksite, not hardened by near-death experiences

"So, how much time have you been in this place? Because you look brand new! Really didn't think we would get more people down here"

I seemed to think about it for a moment, before responding.

"Two days..I think."

"Two d- Two days!?"

*They seem surprised by the low amount of days*

"Jeez, have you been in this room that entire time?"

She seemed to have a gap in her memory, a couple days between her 'death'..and her rude awakening. she was still so confused. So disoriented.

"Huh. . . Well, you must be starving. . . There's probably a cafeteria close by. We could grab something for you to refill the energy in your body!"

She would look like she was about to refuse, before her stomach grumbled loudly, eliciting a deep purple blush on her cheeks.

"And THAT is the sound of a stomach that has been empty for two days!"

"Come on. Let's het you something to eat. I heard there are soft tacos around here!"

*The colony stands still, waiting for the person to get up from their chest so they can start guiding it towards the cafeteria*

ask-thepurplecrownbearer

She would blush softly, following him while averting her gaze. That was..certainly not good for her dignity.

"Well let's see. . ."

*Both of them keep on walking, the colony now point forward*

"There it is! Good ol cafeteria!"

*They stop right infront of a door*

"Hope you like cheesecake!"

She would smile softly, letting the colony sit her down on a stool as she processed her surroundings. She had always loved tacos...that's an upside.

*They sit down, as about 25 silkbugs leave his hood, they move towards the food stalls*

"There's a lot to choose from here, not even us know what to grab, so will just pick a couple, or a lot, of thing, and see what we can do!"

She nodded softly.

"I-I'm not super picky.."

"We aren't either!"

*The silkbugs come back, throwing a bunch of different foods onto the table*

"Bone appetit Min Amiga!"

She seemed alarmed, her spanish slipping out.

"Dios Mio.."

*A bunch of silkbugs leave the hood, grabbing pieces of food and bringing them back to the hood*

"Bunch of everything! Good to be healthy and strong down in this place, principally considering most the entities aren't the best buddies like me."

He just had to jinx it. the whole room seemed to start rumbling subtly, growing stronger by the moment. She would yelp in surprise, falling flat on her ass.

"Oop! That probably one of the anglers, don't worry, they are blind as a bat! and even if they notice us, they have acquired some of my plushies before, I can be sure they will leave us alone."

She nodded softly, but her expression betrayed she was anything but at ease as the shaking grew more and more prominent through the walls and the floor.

*They stop eating, waiting for the shaking to die down*

"Hmm. . . Hey, Fun fact about this place, there was a whole wedding down here some days ago, it was a lot of fun!"

*They say, trying to calm down the situation*

She seemed confused. She was asleep, so she wouldn't have remembered regardless.

"Who..who got married?"

"A giant bull shark with hundreds of eyes and a whale-sized sea cucumber that shoots harpoons! Their marriage was loooong overdue!"

She froze at the mention of the hundred-eyed bullshark. Her expression changed to fear, then recognition. Alarm, then anger.

"Ooohhhh. . . That ticked didn't it. Well uh, did you know most of the entities here can talk?"

*He tries to change topic*

She clearly didn't want to change the topic. she looked almost furious, now.

"The one with the green eyes..they made me like this."

*He looks at her in a bit of shock*

". . .That's not true. She's just a shark. The people who did it was Urbanshade. . ."

"Heeyyy, did you know there are 4 giant robots outside. . .? They are called trenchbleeder. . .!"

She shook her head, refusing the change the topic of conversation. she knew..she KNEW it was Eyefest.

"Well uh. . . How do you think she did it. . . Exactly?"

*The intercom is heard blasting in a closeby room, words too muffled to hear, the camera of the cafeteria seems to awake*

She heard a whirring, and quickly grabbed the colony and started running as the turrets began their fire.

"M-Mierda!"

"FOUND YA B#TCH!"

*The intercom blasts the ol faithful voice, as the place they were is met with a turret barrage*

"DIOS MIO-"

*The turrets keep the barrage after them, chasing her movements*

She would catch a bullet in the shoulder, not clean through, either, and cry out in pain, falling to the ground right in the turret's line of sight.

*The turret lets out another barrage of bullets, those bullets quickly meet the ground, as the colony quickly moves a hundred of silkbugs to lift her up and pull her out of the turret line of sights*

"GET BACK HERE YOU GIT!"

"GO TO HELL FRIZT! You're ok?"

She would nod softly, wincing at her shoulder, which was fountaining purple blood.

*Her shoulder is covered by silkbugs, which quickly start making a bandage out of silk, The colony's main body now lifts her*

"Let's get somewhere safe."

She winced softly, the bandage not helping. The bullet was lodged in her shoulder joint bone, making moving it excruciatingly painful, at mildest.

*The colony moves carefully but quickly towards a secluded office, some bugs leaving the hood and closing the door, as they puts her down in a couch in the room, which conveniently was one of those break rooms*

"We are gonna try to do our best. . . Keep calm. Please."

*He offers her a teddy bear, as three silkbugs enter the bandage then the wound, as they go on to try to push the bullet out*

She wound groan in pain, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Ungh..! F-fuck.."

*The bullet is pushed out of the bandage, the silkbugs leave the bandage, replacing the hole they just made, and returning to the colony*

"There there there, you're fine now!"

ask-thepurplecrownbearer

She looked at the wound, her expression betraying the bile rising in her throat as she struggled to not throw up.

"Oh no."

*It quickly lets an army of silkbugs out, making a bucket out of silk, placing the bucket beside her head*

"Don't worry, will not go to waste"

She shook her head, choking the urge back down.

"I-i'll be fine.."

*They put down the bucket besides the sofa, right under her head*

"If anything, the bucket is right there. I will check if we are safe."

*They go over to the door of the office, opening it and immediately closing it, as bullets are heard ricocheting in the door*

"Oh."

mod-arson

She would wince.

"Not safe.."

She would try to get up, only to have her knees buckle under her.

*They quickly run to her, making sure she doesn't fall down*

"Stay in the sofa, for your sake! Being newly mutated while been shot is NOT the best moment to try to force your legs."

"Look, those turrets can't get in the room, so we are safe!"

mod-arson

She would nod softly, sitting back down, a light blush tinting her cheeks. She wanted to get up, to do something other than be useless, but she wasn't able to.

*They go back to the door, tapping one of the screens besides it*

"Cmon painter, Help us out here with Frizt! Please notice this message!"

@ask--p-ai-nter

[The screen buzzes to a crudely drawn face]

"Heyyyy what's goin' on?"

"..welllll that doesn't look too good."

*The turrets outside seems to be bugged by someone else, they are still active, pointing at the door*

"Yeah, not the best situation. The guy who stole the crystal during the wedding is controlling the turrets outside."

"Oh, that asshole. I'mmm gonna see if I can mess with the turrets, if not maybe an alternate route? Just stay in here."

[The screen buzzes back to normal. Outside, one of the turrets farthest from them jerks, and slams its barrel against a nearby wall]

*The turret jerks, trying to stay the farthest from the wall possible*

"AH- YOU DIPSHIT, GET OUT OF MY TURRET."

"HAH. TRY ME."

[Two different ones start spinning in circles as fast as they can go.]

*The two different one start slowing down randomly, trying to stop the spin*

*"BEEP, BEEP, BEEP." Beeping can be heard from the room he is in, the same place the bomb got placed by that Urbanshade squadron.*

"KEEP ON TRYING. BECAUSE YOU AIN'T TRYING FOR LONG."

[The spinning stops. p.AI.nter's face reappears on the door screen]

"So, bad news. Looookkksss like we gotta do plan B."

"What? What happened out there?"

"Long story, ANYWAY I'd say there's about.. three doors? One is blocked, so that's a no-go. I can open up both and close them behind you, but there might still be turrets in the next rooms. Or you could take a vent, but by the looks of it they're all high up."

[Tagging @jester-pressure]

She would nod softly. The vents were likely the best option, but she was hella claustrophobic, so the rooms were her only choice..

(@asktheshopkeeper)

Forneus would be in her usual shop stand, tending and sharing her hospitality with any passerby travelers and others, no matter their story. She had a kind heart, and she always said to follow your own, where your true desires lie.

One day, when she had just finished tending to a traveler and they had left to continue their adventure, she noticed some sort of presence in the depth of the surrounding forest. a glimpse of yellow and the occasional blue.

[The presence seemed to look like a shadow at first, when you looked at it from the corner of your eye. However, when looking at the presence directly, you could make out a figure. A dragon, to be exact.]

[The dragon looked translucent, almost like she was a spectre, and she was staring right at Forneus with an intense expression on her face.]

"You're.. Forneus, correct?"

She would look almost alarmed, but quickly regain her composure.

"That is correct, yes."

She would reply, taking a deep breath as the dragon made its way closer to her. She wasn't much of a fighter, but maybe she could reason with this creature, maybe potentially even befriend it.

"I've heard a lot about you.. I wanted to meet you myself."

[The dragon smiled, a soft, serene smile, as she stopped right in front of Forneus. She just stood there, not even offering to shake the cat's hand.]

"I hope you don't mind the intrusion.. Normally I would give better notice before popping in unannounced."

Her gaze would fall upon the dragon's crown, before meeting her eyes, a wary but kind look that was rapidly softening on her face.

"Don't worry about it! I just don't get such...godly visitors often, especially this deep into the forest.."

She would muse, before setting out her wares once more, clearly motioning for Imora to choose one.

[Options (some custom): Commandment Stone Fragment, Ambrosia Bottle, Two-part necklace, one for you and one for your beloved. (One part a dream cloud and one part a dripping shadow.)]

[Imora walked towards the wares, looking each one over before she reached out and grabbed the two-way necklace. She inspected it, humming.]

"These are beautiful... How much are they?"

[The dragon would ask. She is impressed by the craftsmanship.]

She would chuckled softly.

"They're free, you know!"

She motioned to the wares, smiling softly.

"I see..."

[Imora looks are the necklace, then at the other items that were put out, then back down at the necklace before she holds it a bit tighter and puts it in her pocket.]

"I'm going to choose this. I believe there is someone out there that will enjoy it."

[Imora smiles, bowing her head to Forneus as a sign of her respect.]

"Thank you. Your shop is really quaint. I hope we can meet again some time in the future!"