Broken Signals

Mod Slacker here! 

One of our old mods was busy moving things over to a new blog and had accidentally pressed publish on those drafts Rest assured, we are hard at work getting Broken Signals up and running and hope to have it up in the new year. When that happens we will make a post on this blog for those that follow it so that they can check out the new verse and rejoin us. 

    Don’t get discouraged now Tex! Press on! Keep moving forward! The key fit into the lock and once turned, the gears inside the door knob turned loudly. Upon opening the door, Tex would find a few lockers and a bench. A few of the lockers were open and inside were standard police-issued uniforms. If Tex moved the uniforms out of the way she would find that there was a space for a small lockbox. A lockbox that would have just enough room to hold a handgun. But it seems that someone had been here before her and made off with all the weapons. 

    Well, all the weapons in this area anyway. There may still be something deeper into the police station. 

    Any and all blobs that were seen before in the shop had since fled, probably off to somewhere safer. Somewhere away from humans. That’s alright though! There might be fabric and sewing utensils all over the floor, but there was still a path that lead to the stairs. 

    Did the blobs make the path over time?

    The answer might never be known. 

Mod Sonny here to let you guys know that we’ve decided to archive and close down Broken Signals for the time being due to lack of motivation and that I, Sonny, am deeply sorry for everything that I’ve caused to everyone in RPC and do promise that I’ll never repeat those actions ever again and will be upfront and honest about everything because what I did in the past was very wrong. 

    A blob looked at Blue with wide eyes. Deciding to copy the squid kid, the blob scrambled up the shelves and grabbed a kigu of its own. It did lose its balance once it had grabbed the desired kigu (a panda one) and fell to the floor with a startled buzz. 

    It lay there, dazed, as its surroundings slowly came back into view. Once that happened, it jumped up and put the kigu on. Look at it, it’s actually really cute, but the kigu was way too big on it. Other blobs came and looked at the kigu wearing one, buzzing and bowing to the floor as if the one in the kigu was their new ruler. 

    The next floor was the floor that the note from the first floor had said was under construction. There was thick plastic everywhere, much of it covering the walls that had exposed electrical equipment. Leaning against a few walls were stacks of drywall and a few doors that were taken off their hinges. It looked like any other building that would be under construction, just a bit eerie since it had been halted for who knows how long. 

    A gust of wind from one of the windows had blown the heavy plastic, making it dance where it was loose. One of the plastic sheets had moved enough to blow an orange piece of paper to Eikichi’s feet. 

    Dangerous conditions? Work was being done on the top floors so there was no harm to the patients below right? What exactly had someone found during a routine inspection to shut down construction on this scale? 

    Junes is anything but lousy, take that back! 

    The aisles of the store seemed to drag on before Oreo and Blue came to the correct aisle. One wall was what seemed to be bottles and cans of soda and the other was the sweet reward. Candy lined the wall as far as the eye could see (which wasn’t very far due to the fog inside of the store). To their left were all kinds of M&Ms, Kit-Kats, Reeses, and yes, Hershey’s were there as well. Caramel, dark chocolate, cookies and creme, and more; what kind would they choose? 

    Patrol seemed to be the biggest department in the Inaba police station, though there was obviously no need for it with how small the town was. Despite being the biggest department, there didn’t seem to be much here at all. A few desks lay scattered about, some upright and some turned over, as if there was some panic that had ensued. 

    None of the papers on the desks and scattered about yielded anything of importance. Mostly reports officers had filled out after their shifts. None of them would have said anything to stand out to Tex. 

    Continuing into the room, Tex could see a door on the right that seemed to lead somewhere. If she decided to try the knob she would find that it was locked, but did she really want to continue if there was nothing? So far the police station was quite the let-down. 

    The blob buzzed and hummed at Teddie’s choice of charm. He seems to approve! Now that the blob has shown Teddie where the charms were at, he seems to roll out of the textiles shop. 

    His work here was done. 

    Now what was Teddie going to do? 

    The hospital stayed silent, the only sound being the wind rushing through the trees that could be heard from the outside. A few other doors were opened but there didn’t seem to be anything of particular note in the rooms. Just old patient files that were too old to see any lettering or empty bottle of prescription medications on the counters. 

    There was nothing else here. 

    The hallway was littered with doors, around five of them split between two sides, and they all seemed to lead to different areas of the building. On a plaque next to the doors was the title of the department that they led to. In order, from closest to Tex to furthest, they read DISPATCH, PATROL, ADMINISTRATION, DETECTIVE, and DETENTION. 

    What should she check out first? 

    Of course there is! What kind of department store didn’t have a candy selection? Especially with it so close to Halloween! The store should be packed with candy (since there was no residents here in this town besides the ones who were trapped alongside Blue and Oreo) and once the two walked into the grocery section they could look down the aisles. 

    These were all charms made by Kanji alright. His workmanship was everywhere. What would he choose? A dog? A cat? A goat? There were so many animals to choose from, and who knew, maybe having a charm on him would bring him good luck! 

    The blob looked from Teddie to the charms and back again. He put his hands (nubs?) on the table and his little body seemed to be trembling with the effort to get on the table. Could this blob not fly like Teddie has seen others? Or, well, hover was the more appropriate term. After a few moments of scrambling, he seemed to finally make it onto the table. 

    The door opened with no sound. There was a light fog that covered the room, but it wasn’t enough to make the room and the objects in it hard to see. The bed seemed to be made, was it made by the parents or did the child the one who made it every day?

    The toys were put away neatly too, on shelves and in bins. There are even a few books on the shelf with the toys. They weren’t the picture books of a younger kid, but short chapter books. Ones like The Magic Tree House, all less than 100 pages. 

    Was following the disembodied voice a good idea? Who really knew, but Oreo seemed to not understand that when a disembodied voice talks that he SHOULDN’T follow it. So off he went, following the same hallway that he was in, but the voice had stopped speaking. How do you follow a voice when it seemed to come from everywhere anyway?

    Following the pathway he was on, he came to two doors in front of him. The one on the left he could see clearly and the one on the right was just obstructed a little bit by the fog, but the outline of a door was still there. The right door just seemed to be down a short hallway. 

    Now what door should he open?

    The figure stumbled back a few steps before looking up at Ryouta and screeching. It charged at the window just as the teen closed it. The screeching from the static woman had stopped as soon as the window closed, leaving Ryouta in an eerie silence once more. 

    If he looked back out the window, he would see that the figure seemed to have vanished into thin air. There was no sign of her left and no sign she had ever been there. 

    Was it all in Ryouta’s head? Was this a side effect of the fog?

    The Warden silently stared at the the boy in the tree before answering.