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[ⓘ you have obtained one (1) odd Tamagotchi looking thing]

[it's a dark shade of orange and its bright orange screen extends across its round base. It also has two cat like ears!]

AWW AWWW AWWW KITTY THING

{ she plants a gentle kiss on its 'forehead' }

i will name you snap jr and i will protect you with my life

[you must have pressed some kind of button since the toy meows and, shortly after, two lines for eyes appear along with a little w shaped mouth]

Oh! Haiii •ˬ• I am your CurseBad virtual pet

... oh box that sounds so stupid... Snap Jr is too but it's better than fucking "CurseBad" ¬ᐠꞈᐟ¬

Feed me, play with me, tuck me to sleep, you can even use me as a stopwatch! ^w^

OH MY GOD YOU'RE SENTIENT

Y- WH-

WHO

IS TRYING TO GET ME TO TAKE CARE OF ANOTHER CHILD?? WE'VE ALREADY ESTABLISHED I'M REALLY REALLY BAD AT THAT!! I CAN'T HANDLE THAT KIND OF RESPONSIBILITY THIS THING IS FUCKED

{ she clears her throat. }

I mean. Uh.

Do you like... being tortured forever..???

.. that is definitely an odd question •ᐠ∆•

I am from the torment nexus though so I do know a thing or two about being tortured forever ^v^ even if that comes from tormenting BUT that's besides the point!

GOOD enough!! You'll be fine here!

Hopefully. ^_^

Maybe. ^_^'

Yaay ^w^

... why did you use being tortured as a conversation starter I am somewhat concerned for you •ꞈ•` surely you aren't JUST tortured here riight

This is kind of literally the torture realm, I fear..

But, uh-

It's not THAAAT bad! I'll protect you until I find you a more responsible person to take care of you. ^_^

But what if I like you mooreee? ᐟ•ꞈ•ᐠ I wouldn't want to leave youu

wh-

I mean I guess, but you gotta understand that, one, we just met, and two, I have a HISTORY of being really really bad with caretaker roles.

reconsider please I don't want to accidentally kill you you're really cute ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

First of all I am designed to imprint on people ¬ꞈ¬

Second of all if you can't take care of even me that I would be genuinely astonished cause to say I am low maintenance would be an understatement °`∆°

And third: I. Literally cannot die

Fourth of all thank you ^_^

of course ^_^

but you gotta understand that I left my last kid in LITERAL PURGATORY on accident. it's BAD bad it's. horrible

°_°

what °`ːːːː°

IN MY DEFENSE i was a bit busy with the fact that my friend went missing to consider my jar spider when i was entering the ominous red rift

so uh

that honestly just makes me sound worse actually uhLET'S get you a new parent

this is better for you i swear ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

#> tip of the tongue

( idk seesay goes off somewhere i have no clue how to put her in this situation. just imagine. okay time for the fancy writing time for kafka. )

...

( a sudden chill. the grasses have slowly grown where seesay wanders, until they reach high up to her knees, then past them. tall and cold, and noticing it feels sudden. when did everything change? no vines, though, nothing to dictate anything particularly familiar.

its quiet. silence, but thats all. no wind, no animals or bugs, just...tall grass and the cold in the air.

nothing else until-

a mass laying there, covered slightly by the green. seems to be humanoid, but its too hard to truly see. left lying there in the cold. )

( - @forevision-html wavesss waves hi. kafka content now )

{ she's so horrifically tense (both from the cold and because Where The Fuck Is She) that the sight of the body(?) makes her JUMP, disturbing the grass around her. she's even more uneasy now because if something else is here with her they most definitely heard that!!!!! }

{ ..whatever. it's inspection time. }

{ she crouches down to look at the figure. }

{ she briefly considers poking it before realizing how stupid of an idea that is.. }

{ the general environment.. reminds her a lot of carnation's domain, really. }

( at first, the figure looks like a corpse. a somewhat fancily dressed corpse, skin a weird pale shade and their hair dirty.

completely still, eyes wide open. no blinking, no breathing, just nothing.

but after a blink, the body disappears. an indent is left in the ground, but the body is gone. )

...

...boo.

( the voice comes from right behind her. if she turns, she sees the body that was once in front of her- grinning with rows of sharp teeth, standing as though they had always been standing there. )

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST-

{ she flinches and whips around IMMEDIATELY, glaring daggers at this- this BASTARD that just gave her the scare of a lifetime. her heart is pounding. holy fuck her chest hurts-- }

{ she can't really get a good look at them, the grass obscuring her vision a bit, but when she gets a good look at those chompers.. }

{ she just.. politely scoots away. }

{ she really does not want to be dealing with this right now actually! }

...hhey. what the fuck was that. haha.

oh, my apologies, sinner!

( they do not seem genuine, pressing a hand to their chest as they speak with this...mock apologetic tone.

they shift more into view, and you can see them now! or, their face at least.

the horns sitting atop their head arent that odd, but the almost rotted look to their face is- instead of a natural flush that appears on most humans, its replaced with the sickly purple and green and yellow mottling of bruising. )

i was merely slumbering when you came across me. alas, youve awoken me, which is unkind but...

( they tap a long sharp claw against their chin, as though thinking. )

i can forgive you for such a disturbance. after all...you didnt mean to come here, did you?

( blank eyes stare at seesay. despite their jovial tone, their eyes hold none of that. )

...

{ okaaaay yeah she really does not like that }

{ she's backing up even more now. ok? ok. }

i'm sorry for waking you up.. i didn't realize you were, uh..

living...?

yeah, but i dunno where i am.. or how i got here even..

{ she's getting nervous just looking at them because what the fuck... what the hell... }

{ she's seen a lot of death and a lot of gore but absolutely NONE of this }

do you know how i can get out of here..?

nobody Ever knows anything.

hm.

( despite seesay backing away, they dont seem to get the hint, following slowly, persistently. they tilt their head a bit. )

out of where? here is everything and all you are. do you mean the cold? the chill? you wandered here without intention, but everything you do must have intention.

…after all, this place is where all sinners go to die.

( a pause, then a hiccup of laughter…maybe. probably laughter, although it sounds more unsettling. they breathe in ; a death rattle in their lungs. )

just kidding. you all love a good joke, right? this is only the beginning!

i will help you get home, then, since you know nothing about here. you will follow me, or you can stay and be stuck forever.

( they stand up straight, swaying with the action, before they turn to a random direction. there is a path, at least, so perhaps they actually know the way?

creepy. )

{ does this person know she has caused several deaths with her own jaws or do they mean something else }

{ as much as she hates following scary people on scary paths in the scary middle of nowhere, she probably will be stuck here forever if she doesn't. so she picks herself up and follows as far as she can without losing sight of them. }

{ this person is mean and weird and dead looking and freaking her out, but she's honestly more scared of the environment. she needs answers immediately. }

Is there anything you can tell me about this place?

I feel like I've been, like.. everywhere but here.

( they get onto the path pretty quickly, being silent for a couple of minutes. they feel like hours, the only sounds being the shuffling of their feet as well as the sound of seesay's footsteps, and the rattling of their breathing.

the path is, at least, very clear. the grasses are still unruly and tall, but its like this path was carved out just for those passing by. )

you were nowhere!

( finally, they speak. their voice is somehow not startling- the silence following every sentence is, a sharp ringing silence. they take their time to speak. )

the before it all. thats what ive heard. people call it the before, but before means nothing- a place to catch your memory! and then the next time you come to nowhere, it wont be the same! how silly, right?

( they dont laugh this time, thankfully. )

memory is nothing. so its called nothing. nowhere. youll be somewhere soon. dont worry! we're almost there.

you're fucking around. you're playing toys with me and i don't like it.

{ the path is oppressive and far too quiet and she's trapped with a stranger so far from anybody who could save her. and then they start saying some bullshit that makes her head hurt. what else is she meant to say to that??? }

can i have one concrete answer. this whole situation is terrifying and i don't want to be here as much as you don't want me here and you being all cryptic isn't really helping anything actually!!

{ this is either gonna get her killed badly or get her absolutely nowhere. and she's starting to think she'd rather get killed badly. }

cryptic? oh, you havent seen cryptic yet!

( their head twists back almost completely to look at seesay, like an owl, except the way their spine cracks and snaps has unfortunate implications. but they turn quickly back. )

nobody has anything truthful to say anymore. are you well acquainted with lies? you dont seem so, if judging by what you say. heart on your sleeve! admittance of the terrifying!

( they step further forward, then, and quickly continue on. as they do, the place shifts. the cold has eased to something less noticeable, and the grass curls in on the path here. )

you seek answers? im surprised! those who find me already think they know everything!

( the path seems to be stopping up ahead. the grasses are still long, brushing against seesay's ankles. its gotten dark, but the moon has come out, illuminating the dirt. but its hard to make out what lies at the end. )

{ . . . }

{ she is going to cry she is going to puke she is going to pass out what the fuck was that how did they do that WHY did they do that }

{ thank god she's. seemingly almost out hopefully maybe?? }

i'm pretty familiar with lies, honestly.

never been much a fan though..

{ being treated like a normal sinner is so weird.. }

oh, thats interesting.

( they dont...say anything else about the lying part, despite bringing it up in the first place. they simply walk, although they suddenly stop, leaving seesay little time to stop. they dont move when she inevitably bumps into them.

theres a pit.

the path stops just before a dark chasm, the grass leaning over the edge of it, a light breeze pushing them further. its pitch black, nothing to see but the darkness underneath. it's almost unnatural. its pretty large, too. )

oh. it ended so soon. how rude. the path, interrupted by this.

( if seesay fell down there, who knows what would happen. it looks endless. )

{ she's on the verge of cussing this person out for not warning her when they stopped.. until she takes a look ahead and hhhholy fucking shit???? }

...is this like. what you were leading me to?? or can we just go around it. because i think i've had enough big falls for a forever actually.

{ she's sick and TIRED of this shit and she doesn't even know why she's asking because she KNOWS she isn't getting a straight answer in the slightest and she just wants to go HOME }

are you sure youre not still falling?

( their voice is far quieter, though. as though being swallowed by the chasm in front of them. they turn to the side and begin walking around it. well, at least theres an implicit answer.

the grasses are thick, thick enough where even kafka slows to even be able to move. the grasses are swallowing, as though it wants seesay to stay.

when it seems like they wont say anything else, they give a faint hum, looking back out into the chasm and not ahead at the grass. )

you burn with questions. annoyed by them not getting answered- does nobody listen to you? and yet the urge for information continues. questions upon questions.

all sinners see the pit. i would almost be surprised, colored in shock, that you havent before...but you are quite young. i am surprised the divine would even deign you as a sinner. it doesnt usually demote children to such a fate.

( a breeze seems to flow at the mention of 'the divine'. the grasses part for moments, before they return to their places. )

{ ..well she got her answer. kind of. she attempts to follow even though the grass is acting up. is grass meant to do that?? whatever. }

{ ....but now she's got to actually confront what she's been intentionally obscuring. }

{ shit. }

{ could she lie?? probably not. she's pretty bad at lying now that she thinks about it. }

{ but they probably wouldn't believe the truth either.. because what's shaped like a sinner and moves like a sinner and has the anxiety of a sinner is probably a sinner.. }

{ who actually listens to her, though? no harm in just- spilling whatever. not like she'll ever see this person again. hopefully. }

Dunno anything about the pit, actually, but I'm also not a sinner and stuff, so I guess it makes sense...

( kafka does not pause, does not falter, just continues. )

...you arent.

right.

( they dont sound like they believe seesay, but then they glance at their empty wrist. their tail lashes once, then twice, before settling. )

many have pretended to be sinners, but i always know. i can smell it. you dont smell like anything but a full sinner.

( theyre speaking clearly, voice dropping to a lower, more monotone sound. their shoulders bend inward, a slouch betraying them. )

so youre not a sinner. what happens, then, when you go down there? into the circles? do you think the devils would treat you kindly? are you still one of them?

( the question relates to the pit, but something about it rings true anyway. )

when all you are is the antithesis of what everybody wants. is that the truth you seek?

( then, they snap back upright, tilting their head backwards to look at seesay. they grin. )

we're not long, then! you will be home soon, and the memory of this place will become nothing once again!

{ okay well yeah she thought they wouldn't believe h-- THEY NEED TO STOP TURNING THEIR NECK AT HER IT'S FREAKING HER OUT }

{ ..oh is she seriously not gonna remember any of this? }

{ she's at peace with that honestly }

I.. uhh..

{ okay well. they're still entertaining the idea that she isn't a sinner-- so should she be true?? }

{ .. fuck it why not }

I meaaaaan. If I got to cuddle the hell kitties and nap with Sin like this, I would hope the other sins would be nice to me..

{ ...but that. hasn't been the case, has it? she's hardly ventured into any of the dangerous layers to this place and still managed to get killed twice. }

{ not to mention she only didn't get instantly murdered by the lapses because of that mark on her shoulder. otherwise, she would have been treated like any old sinner. }

{ is this actually the life she wants to lead..? }

i sense your unease.

( they laugh again, this time a sharper sound, one that sounds much more...alive...than the hiccup they gave earlier. )

do they recognize you as one of them still?

do they still want you there as anything other than a point to prove?

you hope, you pray, does anybody ever answer them?

( the pit is finally passed, the path going back to normal. they walk back onto it. )

you can come back to the pit anytime you please. who is this sin you speak of? you name it as a person. proper noun.

( now theyre asking an actual question, rather than rhetoric that goes nowhere...huh. )

{ she hates this she hates this she hates this she hates this so much she hates that they're making sense now except also not because why the fuck would she want to go back to the pit?? they act so wise but also somehow don't know sin?? }

sin as in the.. the deity?? like- the devil from the bible or whatever??

{ the devil, satan, beelzebub, lucifer-- }

how would you not-?

they and genesis made, like... most of the sins

it's- uh.. weird. that you don't know about them.

{ forget 'who is this person,' WHAT is this person?? }

...what odd names you all have for each other.

( kafka shrugs. the chill has lessened again, almost somewhat warm now, and the grass has shortened while they walked the path. )

i suppose we dont have one of those down there.

( although theyre looking forward, it feels like something is staring right at seesay. )

so are you or are you not a sinner? you say you arent and then you speak words that deny that as truth. being around this 'sin' of yours is one of those denials.