Hello! My name is Robin! Welcome to my humble little blog :D
I only have this blog forrr fun stuff after work!! Not really anything special :P
Can you tell I like emoticons haha
Anywayyyyy. So, uhm, my pronouns are she/her and I am AroAce !!
And then what's next... Tags!! Here they are:
#robin-chirps = when I have stuff to talk about !!
#birbsinmynest = when I answer any lovely questions you got <33
#lore-season = for any important events that might happen :3
#robinreblogs = for the reblogs !
Thank you for popping in to my little blog and I hope you enjoyed your stay !!
Credit for the dividers goes to: @rcsea
They're very pretty <3
HIHIHIHI!!! Modddd hereeee :3 This is just a stupid thing I decided to do because I am impulsive lmao
I'm gonna try to make character sheets for her. New ones, mind you. There will also be an ask blog for another character that ties in with this one.... <- linky link link
Oh, and call me Ellie, for the sake of difference as Mod :DD !! They/her, pick one you'd like! The tag for me talking will be:
#mod-posting and/or #ellie-rambles
I suppose this is a form of.. testing if the main plot that I'm working on would be good. This is just a sideline story, after all!! Anyway, to see where the setting of the story takes place, go to @/ derhutchins333 !! Story takes place in their world / AU, but in no way will it interfere with their main story. I think. If it does, I'll change this.
Other Characters: Guys guys look at them they're so cool do it do it do it-
Character Sheet: When I finally get to it.
Mod Post: For safety reasons, I guess? I dunno, I apparently posted this a while ago so..... you know.
This used to be a Pressure RP Blog. However, because of recent developments, I am now not involved with it. So any asks in the past will be kept for the sake of an archive, as I did have fun with it, but anything further on will be a different RP. Thank you for your understanding.
That's all for now!! buh-bye !! 👋
Don't like this? Scroll away! Hate is unnecessary. :D
And with that out of the way, it's time she takes over.
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It hink you need a name liiiiike.........................................
ROBINHOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A little sandy tortoiseshell molly kittypet once named Robin that ran from home to join the Coastclan, but we NBOTH know you don't belovng here!!!!!! >;DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDd
You still tgotta proofve yourself as being MORE than justa kittypet! SO GO ON!!!!!!!!!! PROVE TOU AREN'T SOFT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHOW THE WORLD YOU ANENT" JUST A PET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!1!!!`!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!
KILL SOMEONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
-Whiskerpaw of Bloodclan
I.. huh??? Are you a kid?? What is this??
Ran from home? We having something in common?? I am so confused rn
I mean, thanks for the name, but I am not killing anyone. Also, that's not something you should tell anyone to do, no matter the reason.
See... I. Am. Questioning a lot. About reality. As a whole.
When things don't make sense, there's... Always a way to explain it. Things like... The way this ARG is run. I already saw all the paperwork explaining how everything works. There's. An entire website full of people who are. Also working on solving this.
If something is too. Nonsensical... There's always SOMEONE. To reassure me of what's real and what's. Not.
But. That only really works on hallucinations or special effects. Stuff I know isn't real.
Like... Watching someone grow wings out their back and use them to take flight.
Or... Someone. Glitching. In real life. Upon remembering something they shouldn't.
None of that is real. It's all in my head.
But..... I know my ex. I know Radium. And he's a deadly sharpshooter. I've been to the shooting range with them before. And in all of my years knowing that person, I have never seen them miss a shot at that close of a range.
Because Ray shoots to KILL.
Yet.
Someone survived them.
Hell, not just anyone. KALEI. Survived them.
With their shitty heart (physical) and shitty head (mental), THEY SURVIVED. A BULLET. TO. THE. HEAD.
At close range.
Shot by the most skilled marksman I have ever met.
And they lived. They SURVIVED.
They escaped my worst nightmare. Fucker took it like it was NOTHING.
HOW.
I assume it had something to do with their not shitty heart (mental) and not shitty head (physical) but also!!!
HOW. THE FUCK. DID THEY DO THAT???
There is no logical explanation for this.
I can understand if my hunch is correct and Prospero, the letter writer, is somehow involved, given her promise in my most recent letter from her that she'd keep them safe, but.
It still. Isn't computing in my head.
Which.... Speaking of head computers....
I had another thing I recently found out about that has made me. Question some things as well.
.....
How normal is it for ARGs that take blood samples?
And. What age is it most normal to give out your own bio-data without your parents permission?
Because. I've done a lil bit of research in my spare time over the past few days and. I....
..........
Ya know what? Nevermind.
I... Hope you're having a better day, Robin. Or night. Or whatever. I woke up at a weird hour to respond to this. Sorry.
... Do you still wanna meet-up and watch that video I briefly mentioned the other day when I went to your place and you got me that cake? Because... I might have to do a rain check on that if you seriously wanna watch it with me instead of alone. I know you can handle it by yourself, but. Also.
I don't know much of anything right now.
So. I might wanna sit this one out this time~
(Look! The tildes are repopulating the natural forests of my blog again! Soon I'll be back to flooding everyone's Tumblr timelines with them once more! Hopefully!)
Thank you again for that, BTW! It was. Nice to have. A normal birthday for once. Genuinely. Thank you.
And thank you for checking in~ It really does mean the world to me~
I mean-- I don't know how they did it. But they survived and that's good. And-
What do you mean blood samples
That's not normal
You can't just brush that under the rug, Squig. ARGs do NOT need that stuff. Like, I'm pretty sure they don't. And I don't even think it's normal to give your biodata to ARGs at all. I don't... Huh? If you want, we can talk about that. You helped me with my own stuff. I think it's fair that I help you with your own. If you want to, that is.
It's okay. Thomas told me about the video. I'll watch it with him. Or if he's out, then by myself. If it doesn't give me headaches again, that is.
And you're welcome, Squig. For the birthday and checking in with you.
... Sci-Fi I am VIOLENTLY resisting the urge to say, "I would die for you" right now. Something that I am only not saying directly because it would upset you probably.
Anyway, yeah~ That'd be nice~ To yap about this with a friend, I mean.
I. Uh. Didn't sleep well and woke up at a weird hour, so... GImme the chance to... Maybe take a nap first? But after that, when you next get the chance? Yeah... Talking about it would be good, I think...
.....
And just to double check, being twelve when I did the whole ARG biodata collection thingy only makes it worse, right? And. The whole, government involvement thing is like. Also weird? I take it? Because that ARG had ties to the US government and so did several other ARGs I've played before and... I'm also realizing that might not be as common either.... But IDK.
You know I can still read the crossed-out parts, right? And you're right, that upsets me. You don't need to die for me, like, at all. If anything, I'd like you alive and well and happy. O_O
Yeah. You should go back to bed. Always have a good sleeping schedule!
And yes. That makes it worse. A whole lot worse. And I don't think governments being involved in ARGs is a good thing. I mean, inherently, an ARG is a game for players. I don't think governments have the time to start up games. If it's even games at all, or it could be a hidden motive.
But I can't exactly say much about the hidden motive part. Since you know, I don't know much.
I think... you should sleep first though. Thoughts are easier when you're more well-rested, after all! :>
Okay, so notes so far on what I've got for the HeadacheProblemsTM (name-pending):
A video that I can't watch without headaches
A word that I can't listen to without headaches
And one that might be related, but unsure, someone is related to the word, and Squig doesn't like them. Pretty sure that's already a warning and that I should avoid them at all costs. It doesn't help that I don't know what they look like and who they are, but I can sure as hell try.
Do you want to split on this? I did make my blog just to help you with this, you know. And I think you have a video posted on yours. It's hyperlinked on the post about Dreams.
See... I. Am. Questioning a lot. About reality. As a whole.
When things don't make sense, there's... Always a way to explain it. Things like... The way this ARG is run. I already saw all the paperwork explaining how everything works. There's. An entire website full of people who are. Also working on solving this.
If something is too. Nonsensical... There's always SOMEONE. To reassure me of what's real and what's. Not.
But. That only really works on hallucinations or special effects. Stuff I know isn't real.
Like... Watching someone grow wings out their back and use them to take flight.
Or... Someone. Glitching. In real life. Upon remembering something they shouldn't.
None of that is real. It's all in my head.
But..... I know my ex. I know Radium. And he's a deadly sharpshooter. I've been to the shooting range with them before. And in all of my years knowing that person, I have never seen them miss a shot at that close of a range.
Because Ray shoots to KILL.
Yet.
Someone survived them.
Hell, not just anyone. KALEI. Survived them.
With their shitty heart (physical) and shitty head (mental), THEY SURVIVED. A BULLET. TO. THE. HEAD.
At close range.
Shot by the most skilled marksman I have ever met.
And they lived. They SURVIVED.
They escaped my worst nightmare. Fucker took it like it was NOTHING.
HOW.
I assume it had something to do with their not shitty heart (mental) and not shitty head (physical) but also!!!
HOW. THE FUCK. DID THEY DO THAT???
There is no logical explanation for this.
I can understand if my hunch is correct and Prospero, the letter writer, is somehow involved, given her promise in my most recent letter from her that she'd keep them safe, but.
It still. Isn't computing in my head.
Which.... Speaking of head computers....
I had another thing I recently found out about that has made me. Question some things as well.
.....
How normal is it for ARGs that take blood samples?
And. What age is it most normal to give out your own bio-data without your parents permission?
Because. I've done a lil bit of research in my spare time over the past few days and. I....
..........
Ya know what? Nevermind.
I... Hope you're having a better day, Robin. Or night. Or whatever. I woke up at a weird hour to respond to this. Sorry.
... Do you still wanna meet-up and watch that video I briefly mentioned the other day when I went to your place and you got me that cake? Because... I might have to do a rain check on that if you seriously wanna watch it with me instead of alone. I know you can handle it by yourself, but. Also.
I don't know much of anything right now.
So. I might wanna sit this one out this time~
(Look! The tildes are repopulating the natural forests of my blog again! Soon I'll be back to flooding everyone's Tumblr timelines with them once more! Hopefully!)
Thank you again for that, BTW! It was. Nice to have. A normal birthday for once. Genuinely. Thank you.
And thank you for checking in~ It really does mean the world to me~
I mean-- I don't know how they did it. But they survived and that's good. And-
What do you mean blood samples
That's not normal
You can't just brush that under the rug, Squig. ARGs do NOT need that stuff. Like, I'm pretty sure they don't. And I don't even think it's normal to give your biodata to ARGs at all. I don't... Huh? If you want, we can talk about that. You helped me with my own stuff. I think it's fair that I help you with your own. If you want to, that is.
It's okay. Thomas told me about the video. I'll watch it with him. Or if he's out, then by myself. If it doesn't give me headaches again, that is.
And you're welcome, Squig. For the birthday and checking in with you.
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[Sci-Fi~]: Officially about to reach that Unc status, yepyep
[Sci-Fi~]: Got any plans for your bday? :]c
@robinnnblurb
[Squig]: HOWDY SCI-FI!!!~
[Squig]: I've been at Unc status for ages~ I think Unc is more of a vibe than an age, and I don't need to be 30 or older for that~
[Squig]: (Even if I am two years away from 30 now oh GOD..... orz)
[Squig]: Anyway, yeah~ My current plan is, uh.
[Squig]: Nothing.
[Squig]: My plans are nothing...
[Squig]: Sorry! I just. I've been in a bit of a brain funk since that Minecraft VR game thing that you missed...
[Squig]: Aaand having this be my first birthday without my ex QPP?
[Squig]: It's. Not helping.
[Squig]: IDK~ I bought a cinnamon roll to eat tho!~ Hopefully my new trailermate didn't eat it already~
EDIT FROM THE DMSP BELOW:
Hey Zach? I think there's something up with the Abaskantos Subject's phone. These text logs were supposed to be uploaded when they occurred, but they're only uploading now. We really don't need more on our plate at the moment, but given the subject's mental state, it might be better for us to figure this out sooner rather than later. Especially with what's about to occur. The last thing we need is for anything else to make her question her reality that we aren't aware of.
Are there ANY spare people on our task force we can spare for fixing her phone? Even an intern?
-Liana Holdt
M.M. Specialist of
Task Force Abaskantos
[Squig]: UPDATE!~ My trailermate, Professor Shark, has NOT eaten my cinnamon roll and as a result, I hath eaten it now!~
[Squig]: Which ALMOST makes up for him taking my backpack the other day and not giving it back to me!~
[Squig]: He clarified that the bag thing was something to do with my birthday gift too BTW.
[Squig]: I THINK he was trying to fix a hole in one of the pockets??? He didn't really say what the gift was but I think that's what he's trying to do...
[Squig]: Buuuut then he got obsessed with helping a child on his Tumblr blog and.
[Squig]: Yeah. Long story short?
[Squig]: I ain't getting my bag back for a while I think...
[Squig]: ANYWAY!!! The BORTHDAY thing!~
[Squig]: I'd love to hang out!~ No clue where to go tho...
[Squig]: I'll let you surprise me IG~
[Squig]: And. If you also don't know? Uh....
[Squig]: I think I have your address saved somewhere...
[Squig]: It's either in an earlier text or something you sent or it's in my files for the KT ARG~ I'll check in a sec~
[Squig]: Maybe we can just hang out there? I don't have anywhere else in mind~
[Squig]: My birthday plan was literally just to eat that cinnamon roll, so I'm down for whatever, Robs~
EDIT FROM THE DMSP BELOW:
Thank you, Zach. According to the tech guy you sent, it was a software issue, not a hardware one. Thankfully, it was an easy fix. I have absolutely no idea how on Earth it surpassed the firewalls we put onto her devices, but somehow, it did. This is concerning, as is the fact that despite the fact it could slip past our multi-layered defense system on her devices, the software itself was deleted incredibly easily.This is all incredibly unusual. Once we're out of panic mode, we need to get to the bottom of this.
But all of this is for after our current crisis is over. I know you said you'd take this next shift, Zach, but I refuse to leave you here to watch her alone. I'd rather be with you than then toss and turn in bed thinking about either the rest of what we need to do or poor Myla anyway. (We still need to find the time to attend her funeral if we can. I'm sure that if this Level 4 event ends sooner than later we might be able to make it. I'm really hoping we do.)
I already have coffee brewing. Make some room for me on that chair, Zach. I'll bring you some too.
-Liana Holdt
M.M. Specialists of
Task Force Abaskantos
[Squig]: ONO! We don't HAVE to go to your place if you don't wanna!!
[Squig]: I just thought Teach would like his privacy...
[Squig]: I could have sworn I thought I told you about my new roommate during the VR Mine
[Squig]: ........ wait.
[Squig]: NEVERMIND!~ I was thinking of someone else!~
[Squig]: But yeah~ The letter writer told me to let a dude into my house and live there, and. Uh.
[Squig]: ... I guess he lives here now??? I ain't gonna kick him out but. I got a scholarly chuuni wizard man in my home IG.
[Squig]: Dude's... An interesting sort~ Always pacing around, murmuring things under his breath, playing with his iPad (???), and/or locking himself in my storage room which. I THINK He put a bed in???
[Squig]: I have NO CLUE how he fit it in there, but. He hasn't been sleeping on the couch so....
[Squig]: Ye~ He's an odd one, but at least we both keep to ourselves~
[Squig]: Anyway yeah~ It's your call where we hang out today~ It doesn't NEED to be at your place! I got gift cards for like, EVERY fast food restaurant in town~
[Squig]: If ya don't wanna clean... We could always go to a dinner or smth?~
[Sci-Fi~]: Officially about to reach that Unc status, yepyep
[Sci-Fi~]: Got any plans for your bday? :]c
@robinnnblurb
[Squig]: HOWDY SCI-FI!!!~
[Squig]: I've been at Unc status for ages~ I think Unc is more of a vibe than an age, and I don't need to be 30 or older for that~
[Squig]: (Even if I am two years away from 30 now oh GOD..... orz)
[Squig]: Anyway, yeah~ My current plan is, uh.
[Squig]: Nothing.
[Squig]: My plans are nothing...
[Squig]: Sorry! I just. I've been in a bit of a brain funk since that Minecraft VR game thing that you missed...
[Squig]: Aaand having this be my first birthday without my ex QPP?
[Squig]: It's. Not helping.
[Squig]: IDK~ I bought a cinnamon roll to eat tho!~ Hopefully my new trailermate didn't eat it already~
EDIT FROM THE DMSP BELOW:
Hey Zach? I think there's something up with the Abaskantos Subject's phone. These text logs were supposed to be uploaded when they occurred, but they're only uploading now. We really don't need more on our plate at the moment, but given the subject's mental state, it might be better for us to figure this out sooner rather than later. Especially with what's about to occur. The last thing we need is for anything else to make her question her reality that we aren't aware of.
Are there ANY spare people on our task force we can spare for fixing her phone? Even an intern?
-Liana Holdt
M.M. Specialist of
Task Force Abaskantos
[Squig]: UPDATE!~ My trailermate, Professor Shark, has NOT eaten my cinnamon roll and as a result, I hath eaten it now!~
[Squig]: Which ALMOST makes up for him taking my backpack the other day and not giving it back to me!~
[Squig]: He clarified that the bag thing was something to do with my birthday gift too BTW.
[Squig]: I THINK he was trying to fix a hole in one of the pockets??? He didn't really say what the gift was but I think that's what he's trying to do...
[Squig]: Buuuut then he got obsessed with helping a child on his Tumblr blog and.
[Squig]: Yeah. Long story short?
[Squig]: I ain't getting my bag back for a while I think...
[Squig]: ANYWAY!!! The BORTHDAY thing!~
[Squig]: I'd love to hang out!~ No clue where to go tho...
[Squig]: I'll let you surprise me IG~
[Squig]: And. If you also don't know? Uh....
[Squig]: I think I have your address saved somewhere...
[Squig]: It's either in an earlier text or something you sent or it's in my files for the KT ARG~ I'll check in a sec~
[Squig]: Maybe we can just hang out there? I don't have anywhere else in mind~
[Squig]: My birthday plan was literally just to eat that cinnamon roll, so I'm down for whatever, Robs~
EDIT FROM THE DMSP BELOW:
Thank you, Zach. According to the tech guy you sent, it was a software issue, not a hardware one. Thankfully, it was an easy fix. I have absolutely no idea how on Earth it surpassed the firewalls we put onto her devices, but somehow, it did. This is concerning, as is the fact that despite the fact it could slip past our multi-layered defense system on her devices, the software itself was deleted incredibly easily.This is all incredibly unusual. Once we're out of panic mode, we need to get to the bottom of this.
But all of this is for after our current crisis is over. I know you said you'd take this next shift, Zach, but I refuse to leave you here to watch her alone. I'd rather be with you than then toss and turn in bed thinking about either the rest of what we need to do or poor Myla anyway. (We still need to find the time to attend her funeral if we can. I'm sure that if this Level 4 event ends sooner than later we might be able to make it. I'm really hoping we do.)
I already have coffee brewing. Make some room for me on that chair, Zach. I'll bring you some too.
-Liana Holdt
M.M. Specialists of
Task Force Abaskantos
[Squig]: ONO! We don't HAVE to go to your place if you don't wanna!!
[Squig]: I just thought Teach would like his privacy...
[Squig]: I could have sworn I thought I told you about my new roommate during the VR Mine
[Squig]: ........ wait.
[Squig]: NEVERMIND!~ I was thinking of someone else!~
[Squig]: But yeah~ The letter writer told me to let a dude into my house and live there, and. Uh.
[Squig]: ... I guess he lives here now??? I ain't gonna kick him out but. I got a scholarly chuuni wizard man in my home IG.
[Squig]: Dude's... An interesting sort~ Always pacing around, murmuring things under his breath, playing with his iPad (???), and/or locking himself in my storage room which. I THINK He put a bed in???
[Squig]: I have NO CLUE how he fit it in there, but. He hasn't been sleeping on the couch so....
[Squig]: Ye~ He's an odd one, but at least we both keep to ourselves~
[Squig]: Anyway yeah~ It's your call where we hang out today~ It doesn't NEED to be at your place! I got gift cards for like, EVERY fast food restaurant in town~
[Squig]: If ya don't wanna clean... We could always go to a dinner or smth?~
[Sci-Fi~]: Officially about to reach that Unc status, yepyep
[Sci-Fi~]: Got any plans for your bday? :]c
@robinnnblurb
[Squig]: HOWDY SCI-FI!!!~
[Squig]: I've been at Unc status for ages~ I think Unc is more of a vibe than an age, and I don't need to be 30 or older for that~
[Squig]: (Even if I am two years away from 30 now oh GOD..... orz)
[Squig]: Anyway, yeah~ My current plan is, uh.
[Squig]: Nothing.
[Squig]: My plans are nothing...
[Squig]: Sorry! I just. I've been in a bit of a brain funk since that Minecraft VR game thing that you missed...
[Squig]: Aaand having this be my first birthday without my ex QPP?
[Squig]: It's. Not helping.
[Squig]: IDK~ I bought a cinnamon roll to eat tho!~ Hopefully my new trailermate didn't eat it already~
EDIT FROM THE DMSP BELOW:
Hey Zach? I think there's something up with the Abaskantos Subject's phone. These text logs were supposed to be uploaded when they occurred, but they're only uploading now. We really don't need more on our plate at the moment, but given the subject's mental state, it might be better for us to figure this out sooner rather than later. Especially with what's about to occur. The last thing we need is for anything else to make her question her reality that we aren't aware of.
Are there ANY spare people on our task force we can spare for fixing her phone? Even an intern?
-Liana Holdt
M.M. Specialist of
Task Force Abaskantos
[Squig]: UPDATE!~ My trailermate, Professor Shark, has NOT eaten my cinnamon roll and as a result, I hath eaten it now!~
[Squig]: Which ALMOST makes up for him taking my backpack the other day and not giving it back to me!~
[Squig]: He clarified that the bag thing was something to do with my birthday gift too BTW.
[Squig]: I THINK he was trying to fix a hole in one of the pockets??? He didn't really say what the gift was but I think that's what he's trying to do...
[Squig]: Buuuut then he got obsessed with helping a child on his Tumblr blog and.
[Squig]: Yeah. Long story short?
[Squig]: I ain't getting my bag back for a while I think...
[Squig]: ANYWAY!!! The BORTHDAY thing!~
[Squig]: I'd love to hang out!~ No clue where to go tho...
[Squig]: I'll let you surprise me IG~
[Squig]: And. If you also don't know? Uh....
[Squig]: I think I have your address saved somewhere...
[Squig]: It's either in an earlier text or something you sent or it's in my files for the KT ARG~ I'll check in a sec~
[Squig]: Maybe we can just hang out there? I don't have anywhere else in mind~
[Squig]: My birthday plan was literally just to eat that cinnamon roll, so I'm down for whatever, Robs~
EDIT FROM THE DMSP BELOW:
Thank you, Zach. According to the tech guy you sent, it was a software issue, not a hardware one. Thankfully, it was an easy fix. I have absolutely no idea how on Earth it surpassed the firewalls we put onto her devices, but somehow, it did. This is concerning, as is the fact that despite the fact it could slip past our multi-layered defense system on her devices, the software itself was deleted incredibly easily.This is all incredibly unusual. Once we're out of panic mode, we need to get to the bottom of this.
But all of this is for after our current crisis is over. I know you said you'd take this next shift, Zach, but I refuse to leave you here to watch her alone. I'd rather be with you than then toss and turn in bed thinking about either the rest of what we need to do or poor Myla anyway. (We still need to find the time to attend her funeral if we can. I'm sure that if this Level 4 event ends sooner than later we might be able to make it. I'm really hoping we do.)
I already have coffee brewing. Make some room for me on that chair, Zach. I'll bring you some too.
-Liana Holdt
M.M. Specialists of
Task Force Abaskantos
[Sci-Fi~]: Officially about to reach that Unc status, yepyep
[Sci-Fi~]: Got any plans for your bday? :]c
@robinnnblurb
[Squig]: HOWDY SCI-FI!!!~
[Squig]: I've been at Unc status for ages~ I think Unc is more of a vibe than an age, and I don't need to be 30 or older for that~
[Squig]: (Even if I am two years away from 30 now oh GOD..... orz)
[Squig]: Anyway, yeah~ My current plan is, uh.
[Squig]: Nothing.
[Squig]: My plans are nothing...
[Squig]: Sorry! I just. I've been in a bit of a brain funk since that Minecraft VR game thing that you missed...
[Squig]: Aaand having this be my first birthday without my ex QPP?
[Squig]: It's. Not helping.
[Squig]: IDK~ I bought a cinnamon roll to eat tho!~ Hopefully my new trailermate didn't eat it already~
EDIT FROM THE DMSP BELOW:
Hey Zach? I think there's something up with the Abaskantos Subject's phone. These text logs were supposed to be uploaded when they occurred, but they're only uploading now. We really don't need more on our plate at the moment, but given the subject's mental state, it might be better for us to figure this out sooner rather than later. Especially with what's about to occur. The last thing we need is for anything else to make her question her reality that we aren't aware of.
Are there ANY spare people on our task force we can spare for fixing her phone? Even an intern?
-Liana Holdt
M.M. Specialist of
Task Force Abaskantos
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The paw-hand of a felid placed all of these items onto the crafting table, and... (Boom. Enchanting table~)
She placed it in the middle of the library she made. It was small so far, far from finished, but... It existed. The start of a public enchanter's room.
(PERFECTION!~ NOW All I need is a few dozen more books and I'll be....)
Squig paused. She stood there, staring the floating book down like it offended her.
(I'm missing something.... WAIT.)
"LAPIS LAZULI."
With that, she yanked her pick out from her inventory and sprinted towards the mine.
Daize walked forward, an iron pick in hand. It scanned the horizon for any cavern openings to exploit. It took about 15 minutes of patient walking to find one.
It tilts its head at the decorations splayed around the mouth of the cave. This mine seemed to be owned by someone. There was wool in different colors placed above acacia fences along the sides. There were some chests around, no doubt for storage. And to the side was a wooden sign.
"Squig's Mine~" was etched into the wood. It narrowed its eyes in curiosity.
Squig was in the dream then. And clearly far off better than it and Eye, considering the amenities and design. It turned to look around the area, hoping to spot where the blonde's home may be.
This was an opportunity. One that it will gladly take.
As if on cue, Squig burst onto the scene. Sprinting past Daize in a rainbow blur, she rushed into the tent, frantically opening, closing, and then reopening every chest in sight.
"C'mon... Where is it, where is it.... THERE!!!"
Yanked out of the bottom of one of the chests, the nyan catgirl pulled out approximately four lapis lazuli.
"Ah."
She lowered her blue stones in her pawlike hands, feeling the rocks with her little toe beans.
"Yeah.... This ain't gonna cut it. Certainly not enough to get the enchantments I want."
She raised the iron pick in her hands over her shoulder.
"Welp. Guess it's back to the mines with me~" Squig said, before turning, walking a single step, and then jumping back, fur poofed out like the cat she was at the sight of Daize in her tent.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"
Daize blinked mechanically, waiting for her scream to finish. It took in the other's avatar. It tilted its head as it registered the look. The definition of Nyan Cat went through its coding.
It nodded. That fits Squig.
It met Squig's stare and raised a hand. "Greetings. I am Daize. You are Squig, yes?" It questioned.
Squig's brain churned for a second, the little hamster wheel in her skull finally powered her mind's light-bulb, and she realized just who it was and what it said. Her muscles relaxed, her fur flattened back down, and Squig gave a huge sigh of relief.
"Oh, thank GOODNESS it's just you, British Mode!~ I thought I didn't light the area up properly and a mob spawned, or maybe you were a pillager, or something like that~ I dunno~"
Squig flattened down the remaining fur beneath the poptart themed top and cardigan and space themed pants, then she realized,
"Anyway, sorry about being so frightened of ya! Gosh, it's been a while since we saw one another face to face, hasn't it, Bee Em?~ Not since the whole thing with 25 Cents at the hospital.... Hope things have been better since Robin and you were sick and..."
Squig's eyes went wide once more, "WAIT. If you're here, then that means Robin..."
She trailed off. (Don't say that, bozo!! Don't tell an alter you're disappointed it's them instead of the person you wanted to talk to! That's rude! Treat it with respect, even if it isn't Robin fronting!!!)
"Um. I take it you've been recovering from the sickness as well, Daize? Mentally, I mean. I know both of y'all share a body, thus were both sick, so.... I hope you've also enjoyed the twenty soups I got for y'all!~" Squig said, her kitty face curled into an embarrassed half smile.
It waited for the other to finish their words. "I know you are disappointed." It mentioned. "I do not particularly care that you are. In fact, I agree with you. It would have been better if Robin were here." It paused to shrug. "She would have enjoyed this more than I."
It pauses again to think of what else to say. "Robin has enjoyed the soups, yes. Thank you for offering them to her."
Squig visibly deflated. She shrank down, pressing the beans of her fingers together.
"I'm that obvious, huh? Or maybe you're too observant? I'd make your nickname 'The Eye' if I didn't know that was another character in this thing! Ha ha..."
She trailed off again. (Why must I be the most awkward human alive? Er... Cat alive, at the moment...)
Squig coughed. "I'm... I'm glad she enjoyed them. But... Did you enjoy them too? Or... I guess you weren't active while Sci-Fi was sick? I don't know... Either way, I'll be sure to make it up to you!~ Whatever your favorite food is, I'll give it to ya!~ You're my friend too after all, Bee Em!~ I want you to be happy as well~"
Daize shrugs. "Objectively, they are good," It replied. "And I am always active. I must be able to switch at a moment's notice if danger were to come around." It specifies. It stuffs its pickaxe back into its inventory.
"I do not have a favorite food. I do not need sustenance, unlike humans do." It mentions flatly.
Squig nodded sagely, "Hypervigilance... I understand completely~"
She dug into the chests of her multi-colored tent, grabbing torches, iron, a spare shield... She continued the conversation as she gathered more supplies.
"Glad to see you're always around to help, though! I take it Robs still doesn't know about ya? Even as you're co-fronting twenty-four-seven, huh? I'd ask if she watched the video, but... I take it she wouldn't be able to anyway? I don't know. I'm makin' a lot of assumptions here, I think..."
(Inventory check: Multiple back-up picks, plenty of torches, a stack of wood, all the bread I can eat, two pumpkin pies... OH!)
She tosses a pie from her inventory to Daize. "Here! Even if you say you don't have any favorites, it's hard to turn down a pumpkin pie!~ It fills a lot of your hunger bar, so you have no reason to deny it, by the way~"
She paused. (Guess I got everything... But. I don't wanna leave Daize....)
"Soooo.... Wanna mine with me?~"
"She has not seen the post yet. I believe she doesn't check her own blog as much as one should." It replies. It catches the pie swiftly, making sure nothing is spilled and placing the food item in its inventory.
"I appreciate the gift. I will use this wisely." Daize replies to the offer of the pumpkin pie. It tilts its head.
"Yes. I require an armor set for me and my company, The Eye. It is imperative, as the old man does not know how to fight." It switches to its iron pick.
"So she can watch it?" Squig asked, "Good to know, good to know!~ That'll make it easier when I meet up with her again!~ Though... I probably owe her a hangout that has nothing to do with the mysteries at hand, huh? I... Kinda want to take a slight respite from the horrors once this whole, 'the K-Crew goes through the torment Nexus' arc is done... I'll be sure to at least mention the video though!~ THEN we can make ANOTHER day to go and watch that together!~"
It nodded. "Yes. I am sure she wishes to hang out with you. She has missed you."
Squig guided Daize towards the mine as she spoke, walking backwards while keeping her focus on the program in front of her, plotting out entire encounters with her friend the whole while, "I think this is good!~ I have plans now!~ And.. Even if this whole, temporary experimental Minecraft VR dream experience, tee em, isn't spent with her, I can at least spend it with you, Bee Em!~ And with all the other people in my very own True Carcos - AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
Squig fell into the mine.
Suddenly, a fishing hook digs into the felid's top, holding her in place before she could truly hit the ground. Daize held the end of the fishing rod with a blank face and slowly started to reel Squig back in.
"Please do not walk without facing where you are heading. It is dangerous, as you have witnessed."
Squig looked like a wet cat as she was reeled in. Not in the sense of her actually being covered in water, but the expression behind her glasses and whiskered snout spelled out a sense of disappointment in herself and her actions.
"Ah. Thank you, Bee Em. I... Really should have filled that funky gap in the mine, huh?~ Ha ha..."
Squig climbed back onto solid ground, then unhooked her cardigan from the fishing rod, "You're a quick thinker, British Mode!~ I didn't realize fishing rods would still work like that in this VR game!~ I mean, I guess it makes sense. If I can carry a block of gold like it's nothing, I suppose it'd be easy to fish up a catperson like myself, huh?~"
Squig's rambling chatter continued as she walked down the mine, watching where she stepped this time.
It narrowed her eyes at the mention of VR. Interesting excuse, it mused.
It followed her this time, a torch in its offhand and the iron pick in the main one. It made sure to keep track of its surroundings, in case any mob decided to sneak up on both of them.
"A VR game?" It asked. "May I ask why you think this is a VR game? This is a rather complicated one if it is."
Squig adjusted her glasses as she led the way down an unlit tunnel in the mine, (a fresh path to gather ores from!~), "Because I've played a VR game like this before~ For some ARG I played when I was..." She scratched her head, "Seventeen-ish? I think? Maybe I was sixteen? I forget. I played a lot of ARGs back then. But boy HOWDY was that a fun one!~"
Squig spun on her heel, going back to a small vein of coal that she had first passed as she spoke, "It was a dream, but also it wasn't?~ Like, there was a ghost-demon thingy that tried to kill me, but I fought it and... Well, long story short, that was easily in one of the top ten things I did for that ARG website~ Hands down~"
It nodded at her words, waiting until she finished speaking. "I suppose that would make sense. How many ARGs have you been a part of? Were they all under Dark Media Savant or from different groups?" It looked up and spotted some iron ore. "Please wait, there is some iron. Would you like to have this deposit, or may I have it?"
"Take whatever ores you want, dude!~" Squig replied, "Just, uh... Save some lapis lazuli for me, okay? I wanna finish my public enchanting station and, well... Can't do that without stuff to fuel the enchantments~"
She placed a torch upon the wall as Daize mined, "And... I don't think I recall the exact amount of ARGs I've played? Whatever amount a normal person would consider 'too many' I suppose!~"
Squig's tail flicked upwards, happily swaying as she recalled times long passed, "Most of the time, especially after I became an adult, I wasn't able to do the sort of... Hands-on experiences I did when I was younger. BUT! Before that? I was goin' and doin' stuff for them all the time!~ I'd get stuff in the mail sometimes to solve, I'd be sent cryptic images and emails, I had an endless stream of stuff to decode!~ I mostly just used a lot of the auto-solving tools they provided on the forums, but even then, I had plenty of fun solving these things!~"
The feline's soft cheshire grin gave way to a light purr beneath her breath, one she didn't even notice as she came to confess,
"The old ARG production company I followed disbanded over a year ago, but THANKFULLY I found out that some of the members of that old group reformed into Dark Media Savant Productions not too long after~ Which makes sense! Gosh, with a passion project as grandiose as the Kinstugi Timeline is, I doubt they would have wanted to scrap even a percentage of what they did so far!~ I may not like this company's hiring practices or code of ethics in their contract, but... Even now, I can't help but be in awe of the artistry behind it all, you know?~"
It listened intently to the words the other said as it gathered the iron.
A previous group that disbanded to form the Dark Media Savant. It connected the thoughts that came up during the conversation. So this wasn't the first time Squig was into this sort of work. Being able to acquire sensitive information and more.
It turned around to look back at Squig. It supposed that it could be considered a form of artistry. Or well, a little bit. They were sloppy. Very.
"An old ARG production company? I was not aware that production of ARGs was a widely known thing. The use of ‘company’ implies that there is profit, after all."
"Well, it was more like... A distributor, I think? Like... People would submit the ARGs they created to be hosted by the forums, I think... I dunno. They had a lot of rules about anonymity when it came to the actual creators themselves. Which is a shame! Because there were SO many good ones!" Squig gave a comically large sigh, "What's worse is that I think like, ninety percent of it got taken down with the original forum site it was hosted on, so almost all of those fifty dozen or so ARGs are lost media now. It's a shame, truly..."
"Interesting. I suppose that is a shame." It bemused. It pointed onwards. "Would you like to continue to venture in?" It questioned.
Distributor. Interesting. Very interesting. It stored the rest of this into its memory databanks. This dream was turning out to be a wonderful opportunity. It will shift the rest of this into proper slots when it turns back on.
"Yup yup!~" Squig cheered, hopping forward before continuing her ramble once again as she traversed the tunnels, "I started playing these things when I was barely a teen, ya know? Thirteen, if I can recall... Or right before I turned twelve? Only a year or so after I met my old best friend and I joined my favorite Minecraft group~ So probably thirteen~ Someone on those forums linked back the ARG company's forums, and then we all became diehard fans, working on solving as many puzzles together as possible together!~ I wasn't as good at a lot of the puzzles as everyone else though, so they made sure I was the one who watched or read everything first to make sure I was included. At some points it felt like I was writing summaries of whatever I watched or read FOR them instead of playing the games WITH them!~"
The cat gave a jovial laugh, as if there wasn't a single oddity about what she was saying, "They always ended up finding ways to incorporate me near the end though. Even if it just meant playing Minecraft with me for a few more hours than usual... OH!"
Trailing off, Squig spotted some iron in the distance, "Look Daizey!~ Iron ahoy!~ Uh... There's a few zombies by it though. You any good at combat or - "
At a moment's notice, it ran to the zombies. It threw its iron sword at the zombie on the left, hitting it dead center on the forehead.
It removed the hair tie, its hair flowing freely. The hair then bundles up together, growing in size, and grabs the rest of the zombies, lifting them into the air and slamming them to the ground.
It keeps them there as it grabs the sword off the head of the zombie as the entity approaches, decapitating it in one fell swoop. It switches its attention to the other two immediately, not caring about the other as it drops dead. It tosses them back up to the air before letting go, stabbing both of the entities at once with the hair. The two drop to the ground and die.
Its hair returns to normal length, and it ties its hair back into a braid. It turns back around to Squig. "Are you alright?"
Squig simply stood there, having barely taken out her bow and arrows by the time Daize had returned, all zombies already dead... er. Deader.
"Huh. I... Guess you do know combat! Good!~ Dunno how you did the hair thing, uh... I ASSUME it has something to do with your skin, the same way mine made me all... Kitty-ish? Well. No, wait... I think I had a version of the Origins mod installed for this server? What kind of an origin gives you prehensile hair...?"
She shook the idea out of her head. "Whatevs~ You looked like a total badass there, by the way!~ Now I know with absolute certainty that you can and will kick my ass if I ever fucked up majorly around you!~ Like, it won't even be a contest!~ You could Supplex me into a brick wall, easy-peasy, British Mode!~ Bravo!~"
It nodded. "I was not kidding when I said I would protect. But I am sure I will not have to perform combat near you." It said with absolute certainty. Or. Well. It was 85% certain. But it was sure that telling it that would only result in more self-esteem problems, so it refrained from mentioning that.
It proceeded to walk forward to mine the iron that it earned.
"Oh! Uh, nice!!" Squig said, idly mining some more coal just to make herself seem useful.
"Sooo.... You said you were with someone earlier, right? An old man, right? Was it Edelweiss?"
It paused, grabbing the iron. It looks towards Squig with confusion. "The Eye. I have mentioned that it was Eye. Edelweiss is the guest of Fourteen. I am sure he would not accompany me."
"Yeah, okay, that tracks, but... I don't know many old men, less of which I know are involved in this ARG..."
She scratched the side of her head, playing with her kitty ear a little after satisfying the little itch she felt,
"Still. Wasn't The Eye's entire thing, like... Not having a body? Like Spiral or the Professor? Well... I guess Teach does have a canonical body now..." Squig's ramblings wandered once more, "I really don't wanna think of the Shark guy right now.... They're living in my home while I'm gone, I have ZERO clue what they're doing, and I am NOT equipped to have a roommate again... I say, being the temporary roommate of Fia and Kat..."
It walks closer to Squig, the braid swaying behind her. "Spiral and Professor. Those are two new ones. May I ask about them?"
Two new people have been added to this circus. Those High Above truly do enjoy their additions.
"Uhhh.... Person trapped on Tumblr dot com and person who was trapped on Tumblr dot com but is now my roommate because the letter writer told me so."
Squig scratched her neck. "Yeah, I don't know how these two fit into the overarching plot of this ARG, either. Still! They're both new! So, we'll figure that out in time, I suppose!~" Squig then mumbled under her breath, "I just hope Spiral won't also become my roommate at the request of some.... Magical letter writing bozo lady...."
"Hm." It nods. It looks up and- "Oh. There is lapis." It mentions. There's some at the top of the cavern.
Spiral and Professor. It catalogues their names, so that it might be able to assess later whether or not the two were threats. Fia and Kat were already known. Fia was clearly not human, yet her affinity for believing in the best in people categorizes her as neutral. Kat ascended to godhood and was very protective of her allies. Considering Robin was an ally to Squig, who shot Kalei, that brought Kat as 59% neutral.
"LAPIS!~" Squig went into her inventory, pulled out some cobblestone, and began to make a staircase to it.
"Keep an eye out for mobs, Beem!~ Or, uh..... At least make sure there's not anything in the area ready to jump when I get back down!"
It nods. "I will. Keep your balance." It stands up straighter and keeps track of the surroundings vigilantly.
Squig made her way up the cobbled steps of her own creation, tacking on more blocks as she went.
(It's truly a marvel of technology.... I don't even recall how they explained all this dream tech shit to me back then, but... It really has improved a lot since I was a teen. Or...) She felt the cold stone beneath her paw pads. It felt... Real. Real enough, at least. (No... It's just my disorder actin' up. This isn't real. It can't be real. It's just a game, Squigs... It's just a game....)
She mined the lapis successfully. Well. As successfully as one could when the lapis itself dropped all the way down out of reach of the cat woman. (Aaand I forgot to build a platform to catch that. Greaaaat....)
"BRITISH MODE!" She called out, "GRAB THOSE BEFORE IT DESPAWNS PLEASE!~"
All of the lapis lazuli hits it on the head. Multiple times. It blinks and looks up. "Okay."
It looks back down and grabs the ores.
Squig looked back down. It was.....Quite the height.
(Yeah, it's gonna take a minute to get down. Unless... OH HO!~ Water!~)
"Hey Brit! What's the probability of hitting that pool of water if I jumped down?"
Squig jumped before she could hear the reply.
It gasps and leans forward. It runs calculations, and the result says: She's not hitting the water. It removes the hair tie from its hair again.
Calculating the angle at which she may hit the ground, it runs forward and jumps up, boosted by the help of its elongated hair. Wrapping its arms around Squig, it lands on the other side, the landing softened enough by the multiple hair strands acting as a cushion beneath it.
It sighs softly and narrows its stare at Squig. "...Never risk that again, please. I believe you just gave me the equivalent of a heart attack in a program."
Squig was as still as a statue in Daize's arms, thankful that the gray fur on her body hid her blush. The nyan kitty girl was touch starved enough already, being held by someone, so close and so tightly??? Her brain felt more like a program than the being in front of her, the way it had to reboot itself!
Only after Daize takes notice and softly drops her into the hair pile does her brain catch up with what had just happened and what she just did.
"Oh, uh. Thank you! Uh.... So. You ever get so bored you just. Jump off of a staircase? Because... I just remembered that I kind of hate mining without like... Music in the background, or a podcast, or the endless chatter of conversation between me and..."
(No, Shelley, you are being rude AGAIN. Daize is just the strong, silent type! There's nothing wrong with the way Daize ain't yappin' with you the way your ex would during the good ol' days and - ... It can probably tell what I'm thinking again, can't it?)
It tilted its head. So Squig was similar to its previous Master then. "Apologies." It mentioned. As Squig returns to standing back up, its hair shortens back up to normal length, and it braids it back. "I was not built for conversation, only defense and protection." It straightens back up, dusting off its pants. "But if you require me to talk along, I can."
"Daize, no..." Squig replied, pity evident in her voice, "Don't force yourself. I just... I guess things are still really awkward between us at the moment, huh? I don't really know how to... Interact with you yet, I think."
She hopped back up from the hair pile.
"But I wanna be your friend, British Mode! A thousand percent!~ You're a package deal with Robin, ya know? And.. And not only because of the fact that you're already in the same system as my friend! It's also because I think YOU are cool as well, Daize!~ You're smart and badass and... And all that jazz!" Squig waved her paw-hands around as she spoke, "And I don't want to just... Ignore you or something, alright? I wanna get to know you better, Daize. I just... I don't know how...."
Not a system. But it doesn't correct her.
It tilts its head curiously. "What is there to know about me? I am a program that recently gained consciousness when my Master gave me their memories to safeguard. I have no preferences, no relationships, no likes or dislikes, or anything." It answers.
"What I only have to offer is history, my protection, experiences, and the memories of my Master."
For a moment, there was silence between the two of them. Nothing spoken, just Squig thinking to herself before verbalizing those thoughts;
"You have yourself. That's... That's another thing you can offer! The fact you're like... Alive! Existent! And that? That makes you cool as fuck in my opinion!~" Squig has a soft smile, "I guess... That doesn't really answer your question. But for what it's worth, I think you have more than enough to offer just by being yourself, British Mode!~ You don't need to have anything else!~"
She scratched her neck, continuing her ramble, "I don't think you'd be up for really explaining most of the other stuff anyway... The rest of the things you said you'd offer seem... Kinda... Personal? Like... If you have the memories of a previous host, most of which you don't wanna recall, I don't wanna pry there. History and experiences too.... I'd only ask questions about whatever you're comfortable with, and... What else would be left? Combat advice? Gossip on who the most dangerous people on the server here are? Lawl~"
It is malfunctioning. The words made its chest feel warm. That is not normal.
It pauses to think. "I am not a person. I do not have myself, for I do not have an identity, as identity means personhood."
It blinks. "And I know more than just combat advice. I know how to make flower crowns."
"YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE FLOWER CROWNS???"
Squig grabs Daize's shoulders in excitement, before realizing the sudden unauthorized touch and letting go.
"Ah! Sorry!~ I just... I didn't expect such a wholesome thing from you!~ And here I was gonna ask you your favorite methods of assassination!~"
She scratches her neck again, "That's... That's a bit. I ain't gonna ask for your murder opinions~ Not now anyway~ BUT!"
Squig pats Daize's back with the hand that was still on its shoulder, "I think you're a person, dude!~ And you have an identity!~ Hell, if we go by your own logic, if you at least consider yourself a separate entity from Robin, then you have to have an identity. Because that means you identify as another entity, right? Thus, an identity!~"
It falters. "I... suppose you are right with that, yes." It looked away. What an odd thing, truly...
Its lips formed a small smile, but it quickly faded back into its normal flat face. "I know how to make flower crowns, yes." It blinked. "However, are you done mining, or would you like to continue deeper in?"
"Honestly? I just came here for the lapis so I could enchant stuff. I got enough for the time being, I think~ We can go mining for more some other time anyway," Squig's soft smile widened to a grin, "For now, I wanna hang out with you!~"
She took Daize by the hand, leading it towards the breadcrumb trail of torches they both placed while spelunking this way, "Now c'mon!~ If you need more iron, by the way, I think I still have some extra in my mining base up top! That's, uh, the little tent up there~ I can spare some for you and that geezer you mentioned!~ I know y'all likely can't feel as much pain in these dreams as myself, but it still sucks to die a bunch in games like these~"
Its eyes went wide with surprise, but it let her drag her away, nodding. "Alright. Thank you for your offer, Squig." It pauses for a second before continuing to add more words. Squig did say she didn't like silence. "I do have to keep him safe. He is way too old to even try to gather supplies sometimes. Trying to cut a single tree already gets him tired."
"Wooof. Dude had the choice of any Minecraft skin and ended up with an old man? Or... Was his skin just like... Steve or something, and they stayed old when they got here? I don't know.... I haven't encountered Peepers much..." Squig stopped herself from dragging Daize along, let go of its hand to point out an iron ore missed on an already lit part of the mine, a path Squig traversed before, but Daize didn't. She continued talking though, "I really gotta interact with folks more outside of the ones I'm out LARPing with and Robin..."
Right. ARG logic. It shook its head. It readied its pickaxe and mined. "No to both of them. They forced him into the skin. I suppose it would make sense, plot-wise, to show how old The Eye truly is." It said, reaching into one crevice for the final bit of ore. "And I suppose The Eye is supposed to be bittersweet. To grant him such an ease of skin would be too wholesome for this ARG."
It wasn't too much of a lie. The Eye hated being old, it gathered. If he had a choice, he would probably choose someone younger. So he really was forced into being an old human.
"Ah... Well, that sucks.... Being the story equivalent of being cosmically assigned to be an old man, I mean," She scratched her neck, "Dunno what else to really say there.... I feel bad, truly I do! But I think if you've always been watchin', you know by now empathizing is, uh… Not something I know how to do right..."
Squig leaned against the cave wall, "One of these days, I really gotta learn the lore of that guy, the Eye, I mean. I keep getting curious about people, but never knowing how to interact with them or... Talk to them at all? I don't know. That's part of the reason I made this server!~ As... As an excuse to do that!~ Talkin' to folks!~"
It turned around to face her, sorting its inventory.
"I am plenty sure that all you need to do to ask for interaction with Eye is to call out. He will respond." It paused.
Wait. Would that make things difficult for Squig, considering her disorder?
"I mean, in Tumblr." It added. It exits the inventory, walking closer to Squig. "Though he can talk to you in real life. Just be careful with that. You can hear his voice, but you won't be able to see him."
Squig gave pause, contemplating what Daize said. Then, she shrugged, "Eh, it's alright, dude. I think at this point, I'm really not gonna be surprised if the DSMP put a microphone-speaker thingy in my home, if that's what you're talkin' about. I mean, they already have a camera in there somewhere, pretty sure there's footage of the inside of my trailer from the whole..." Her voice lowered, "McDonald's incident. SO! If they have that, a speaker isn't that unbelievable~"
The feline's whiskers twitched as she gave a resigned smile,
"At this point, I gave up on the concept of privacy. Well.... To an extent. The DMSP already had a thing in the contract we signed that THANKFULLY had a clause for those who were stalked... So as long as I keep my real name and, uh, several other specific sensitive pieces of information private, I'll be safe! I think... But! The point is! I'm a lot more okay with having secret cameras and speakers in my home than you'd imagine!~ Certainly not the worst thing an ARG made me do!~ That'd probably be the blood thing."
It stiffened up and stared at Squig with wide eyes and a blank face. "What blood thing?" It asked flatly.
"Oh yeah, there was an ARG I played where they needed my like... Bio-information or something?" Squig said, as if this was normal, "So a pop-up event happened in the town I was living in at the moment, and I went there, and they drew some blood, got my fingerprints, mouth swabs, retina scans... The whole shebang."
She shrugged, "I dunno. In retrospect, they probably sold that data to fund that ARG, but... It's wild that I was allowed into that one back then. That was like... One of the first ones I was a part of. And I was what? Thirteen years old? At most? I don't remember. I wouldn't have even gone if my friends on the forums hadn't pressured me to sneak out and do it since I lived so close to the pop-up! Didn't even get much extra info out of it... Kinda crummy of them. Taking my DNA and barely giving me half a puzzle for it..."
Its expression was unreadable, and it stayed that way for about three seconds.
Was it alri—
Both of its hands put themselves next to Squig's head, caging her in.
"You are aware that giving your biological information away to an 'A.R.G.'—" It made sure to pause after every letter. "—is not normal, right?" Its green eyes stared deeply into the other's, like it was trying to read what she was thinking.
No way did this person think this was normal. Absolutely not. It could not let her continue to think that way. That was dangerous.
Squig's face was squished by Daize's hands, her nose twitched, and her head tilted as she replied, "I... Disagree? I mean. I had other ARGs ask for this kind of thing, too..? I know it's not THAT common of a thing, but it's always been a thing for ARGs to ask for personal information like that, no?"
She still sensed confusion in the program, so she continued, "Stuff like... Copies of my medical files, birth certificate, my physical address, and driver's license as soon as I got that... Pretty much everyone on those old forums sent those off as well! I remember being a kid and chastising them for posting such sensitive info online, but... Then they twisted my arm in due time and, honestly? That ended up working out GREAT!~"
The cat gave a light purr, "And like... I never got my information stolen after doing it, even when I was a kiddo. And back then, I was like, ACTIVELY refusing to give ANYONE my information, but after some close friends did it, then all the behind-the-scenes videos for these ARGs, and, of course, my ex-partner's request to join in as well, and... Yeah!~ Eventually, I was peer pressured into it and found out: OH! This isn't a scam!~ They've got like... Government approval for this!~ So... It's not illegal!~"
Its fingers dug into the stone, actively avoiding the urge to facepalm in front of her. "An ARG, by definition, is an Augmented Reality Game. It may be supposed to blur the lines between fiction and reality and actively have the players be involved, but it has lines that should never be crossed. Personal information like that is NOT to be given away so haphazardly, Squig!" It stops itself.
... Was it concerned there for a moment? That's not-- There's no way. Discard the thought, focus on the scenario.
It takes a step back, away from Squig. "What do you think it even means if the Government itself agrees with gaining personal data?"
Squig tilted her head, "I mean... There are a LOT of companies with personal stock in the US government. There's a reason they put Pepsi vending machines in public schools! Never Coke, only Pepsi... Lowkey wished it were the other soda company that had its hands in the pockets in the US government... Would've had a much better time in the few times I was in school if I could actually have a GOOD soda when I scraped enough money together to get lunch better than the shitty free ones!~ Haha... Ha....."
She looked away. "It's not that funny..."
It sighed. "Just— Don't. Never do that again. After this is over, take a break from all the ARGs. You are risking far too much of yourself, and every part of me disagrees with that wholeheartedly." It shook its head.
"I, uh... You seem very passionate about this, huh?" Squig said, scratching a spot on her back beneath her cape, "Alright then. I think after one as intense as this one, I'm gonna need to anyway~" the catgirl continued to walk towards the exit of the mine, "This one's so much more gory than the ones I'm used to.... Usually, they censor everything out with black boxes, but I've barely seen that editing thing done here thus far! The faces of the characters, too... Well. I guess they aren't using full character actors for this, now are they?"
It rubs its face, taking in deep breaths. "Yes. We are supposedly players as well." It murmured, following Squig to the exit. "I honestly think they're just being clumsy at this point," It grumbled.
It felt... weirdly disgruntled. Felt. Felt, felt, felt. It was feeling when it wasn't supposed to feel. It was moving when it wasn't supposed to move. It was talking when it was never supposed to talk. It was when it wasn't supposed to be.
It was— This was the definition of a spiral. Change the direction of thoughts to the current scenario again. It mustn't falter. It must stay focused and blank. Or it will compromise the protection of Robin and her company, which must never happen.
"C'mon, we're nearly outta the mines, British - "
(Wait... That expression...?)
"Are you alright, dude? You look... Concerned? Conflicted? Lotta emotions I'm seeing you struggle to hide, bud...." Squig smiled again, unaware of anything wrong yet again, "Whatever you're feeling, don't feel afraid to express them around me, Daize. Just talk to me?"
Objective accepted: Talk to Human Character named [Squig] |
"I am when I am not supposed to be, and it confuses me." The words slip without notice. It paused. Drat. Its old terminal started up. It closes the sub-program and sighs. "Yes. That is my problem. And I am worried that it may hinder my ability to focus and protect Robin, including her allies."
Squig blinked, adjusted her glasses, then responded, "I... Might be a little hypocritical saying this, but... As someone who is also hyper-vigilant? You don't need to be on alert twenty-four seven. Too much stress is also bad for the body, isn't it? So... Wouldn't you still be protecting Robin from stress by allowing yourself to feel sometimes instead of bottling everything up, then berating yourself when that fails?"
Squig's smile returned, soft as always, as it was around her friend, "I don't want you hurting yourself, dude. Your goal is to protect Robin, and you can't do that if you're constantly alert. Let your guard down when you can, then, alright? Let yourself feel now so you can get back to being that badass, steadfast force I know you are later~"
She held out a paw-hand, "Sound good?~"
It sighed softly. It kept doing that now. Oddity catalogued.
"Alright. If you wish for me to do so, I will." It grabbed onto the paw-hand of the other.
"Good!~" Squig replied, "Now c'mon!~ I wanna see you make those flower crowns you talked about!~"
Squig purred in delight. For once, during her time in this VR game, things were going right.
(Things are going right. They're going right......)
Something felt... Off. Her tail swished as she exited the mine, and then, she recalled something from earlier. A question, a piece of information she needed to know. And now had a person to ask.
"Daize? There's gonna be a fight today between someone and Xivvy. I don't know who is fighting her, but..." She tilted her head once more, "I have a bad feeling about it. How... How strong do you think Xivvy is? Or... More accurately, how likely is it that something's gonna come in and get their ass decimated by her or vice versa?"
It hid its iron pick back into their inventory. "XIV? Ah, you mean Fourteen." It stops in place to run some calculations and hums.
"I would assume that Fourteen is a strong individual, since she has claimed to be a Sentinel, which are known to be guards. And as a demi-god, it only means she is far stronger than humans." It hesitates.
"However, I believe she also has a fascination with humans, so if her opponents are indeed human, she may hold back. If not, then perhaps she won't. Then again, I believe the only few non-human entities other than I would be the King in Yellow and The Eye. I doubt Fourteen has a fight to pick with either of the two, so her opponent is most likely a human." It pauses to breathe.
"In short? 64% chance that her opponent will be 'decimated', as you say."
Squig flinched at the word. (Not defeated. ‘DECIMATED’.)
"So.... If it's the other 36% chance, they'll survive still or...?"
It nods. "Yes. I believe people here will respawn either way, so I am sure it would be no problem."
“Oh. Good.”
(Why do I not believe that?)
Squig swallowed her anxieties, buried them down as she walked into the tent, retrieved some irons, and gave them to her friend, "Here. I only have about... Twenty iron in here? But that should be more than enough for what you need."
(I need to trust them. I... I have no reason not to.)
"C'mon now, Bee Em!~ Let's go make a flower crown or two before you deliver this to your old man buddy!~"
(Why do I feel so... Off about this battle...? It's... Less than 50% odds, but... That's not THAT bad of odds, right? Right. Whoever's fighting Xivvy will be fine. They'll be fine, just... Trust in the statistics, build that flower crown~)
It received the iron ore, nodding in gratitude. It failed to notice the thoughts brewing in the mind of her other company. It nodded to Squig.
"Alright." It looked over Squig's avatar, following her. Tulips and Dandelions should fit nicely in the color palette.
Squig looked back at her friend. Daize seemed... Calm. Rational. Trustworthy. The opposite of a person like Squig... She tried thinking logically as Daize would.
(It didn't raise any REAL concern. And... They'll respawn anyway, whoever Xivvy's fighting~ So... I have no reason to be worried. I'm just gonna enjoy myself, have a fun time playing Minecraft with my friends, just like old times!~)
"OH! Daizey!~ I think I remember where a flower forest biome is!~ Follow me, we'll get the flowers there!~"
The duo exited stage left, onwards towards a false comfort.
Vertigo and vomiting and a fever- HA! IM STRONGER THAN YOU !!!
ahem. anyway. me and thomas had a, uh, talk about tumblr. he saw some things i dont... think he liked seeing. i explained the things and i dont think he liked it.
which, i mean, fair. it's. a lot.
and i also told him about my amnesia problem? and he told me he wants to help.
SO! he sayssss he's going to have his own blog soon!! YIPEE!! when he makes one, i'll tag him so you guys can see.
Time to clean up my askbox and respond to Squig
Squig if you see this I'm so sorry for not responding and thank you for the soups 🙇♀️ One of them was REAL good. I'm probably gonna ask ya where you got it, I wanna have more, hehe :3
Take this gif as an I.O.U. for one REAL hug once you think you're no longer contagious!~ Honestly, at this point I'm just happy you're safe and healthy!~
You've, uh, probably seen how the ARG's been developing as of late? At first I thought you were ghosting me for ghosting you (which... Is a VERY silly thought that I pushed out of my brain as soon as I stopped berating myself for longer than two seconds), but after that? A part of me wondered if you were in, like, ACTUAL danger! Or... At least perceived danger? Like, you've seen (err... At least Tom has seen) what they've done to Kalei!!! Even after you confirmed that you were just sick, I couldn't help but think about what would happen if the game's staff took your weakened state as an excuse to rope you into that whole evil organization torture plotline!!!
Anyway, thank GOD you're alright, dude!~
I'll respond to your responses soon, but I will note one more thing while I'm here:
I have a few more gift cards to the place I got those soups~ I kinda just asked them to give me a bowl of every soup they had available and didn't realize the restaurant kinda... Specialized in soups? (And salads. But mostly soups...) So IDK which bowls were for what soups, but I still have enough gift cards for you to try them all over again!~
... Once you're out of the soup I got you already, I mean~ You, uh. Probably wanna be rid of that before having even more soup~
You.. called me a friend. Are.. are we friends now? For realsies?
And what do you mean you're isolating yourself, Squig?
-- Robin @robinnnblurb
......
I wrote most of this when I received it, right before the whole Kaige situation happened. I.... Kept going back in forth in my head if I wanted to send it out, but. Fuck it.
I wanted to modify it after the fact, but. Looking back? I still agree with most of this. I'm only going to modify spelling/grammar. All else below the line is from a while ago, but. The sentiment is the same:
Yes, I did call you my friend. I'm not going to deny that. We might be. Friends, yes. But also...
Of all the information you gleamed from that conversation I had with Kat.... That's the part you focused on?
I mean... YES that's a big thing to take note of! But also... I said that I was worried I'd. shoot you...
Not to mention... Everything about. My old friendgroup....
You can see why I'm hesitant, right? Towards... Calling anyone, a friend, let alone someone as kind as you?
I spent over a dozen years in the same Minecraft server, going from a shitty forum site to a Skype group to a Discord server just to yap with all these people about whatever bullshit ARG I was into or talk about Minecraft mods or... WHATEVER! I spent SO MUCH of my life there, with those people. People who I thought were kind, who I thought gave a shit about the things I loved, people who i thought were my friends...
They weren't.
Not even him...
Especially not him...........
So. Whenever you and I talk, I can't help but think this is... Too good to be true, I guess. Not because I think you'll betray me or something stupid. You've already gotten closer to me than most of the folks on that old server of mine. But... What I mean is... What if you come to your senses? Gain an ounce of wisdom in regards to your life before this ARG, and... then you realize you have more, better people out there.
Likable people. Lovable people. People that can care for you far better than I ever could..
People who are far better for you than I could ever be..?
I know its' a stupid thing to fear. But... I don't know. If I. If it's...
Oh... Fuck it.
Robin, are you certain you want this???
My friendship, I mean. I... I'm not. Friend material.
You deserve people who you can rely on, people you want around. People who you know are fully trustworthy and in control.
People who are safe.
I'm none of that.
I don't want to make your life worse, Robin.
And I know I will make your life worse.
Don't you think you deserve better???
Because I KNOW you do!!!!
Just....... Fuck. Sorry.
I'm sorry if this sounds guilt trippy or whatever, I just. I know for a fact you could become the best of friends with literally ANYONE in this town if you tried. So...
Sorry for the late reply, Squig. I, uh, got sick. And Thomas wouldn't let me touch the app until I recovered. (I think he might've seen something that scared him...)
And, well. Why you? Because you're the first one to reach out. I mean, granted, it was because of this... ARG. But still. You noticed. And that's- I liked that. I genuinely enjoyed our conversation there at the cafe.
I don't know if it's because I... am a terribly lonely person and am clutching at any company that I can get in a way to stave off the loneliness. Or if it's because I just find you awesome.
But I did. And you helped. You made sure that I wouldn't... hurt myself, trying to remember who I really am. And that mattered to me a lot. Still does.
I don't have better people. There's no one else for me. I only have Thomas and Rosemary. Ecgrqnfm vw qwggeah tesz as, nrq Hvbqng wf tnwbsyy hc ysby og wbasgmzsg. V hbb'h xrbk kuc.
I am absolutely, definitely certain that I want to be your friend, Squig. And it's okay if you're hesitant to call me one! I truly do understand. I just... care a lot about you, you know? I tend to find myself helping people that I don't even know sometimes.
And I'm sure you won't... make my life worse. That's a bit of an exaggeration, don't you think? And, well, things get better in the end! We're clearly not there yet, so we have to keep moving forward! God, I don't know how to do this... haha.
And I think you underestimate how awful people can be. Deserving better... do I look like I care about whether or not those who accompany me serve me better one way or another? That's a pretty selfish way to think about it like that, in my opinion.
I want to be your friend because I just do. < :)
I know it's going to be hard to believe this. You might get bad thoughts or... or things may not go over well. But it's okay.
No matter what happens, I'm still gonna like you anyway! (As a friend.)
So you'd better take care of yourself until we get to play Minecraft again! <3
This is your third I.O.U. for a hug, Robin~ I need you to know that the MOMENT you think you are no longer contagious I am visiting you and breaking your spine (affectionate)~
I... Still don't quite see what you see in me, but... I missed you terribly in these past few weeks. After the ghosting and you getting sick... I thought I'd be used to the loneliness by now, but. It's hard to return to that status quo once you've got a taste of something better, ya know?
And... That's what you are. You're that something better, Robin. And I don't want to lose you because my brain just... Hates me. Both consciously and subconsciously.
My desire to be your friend is officially stronger than my own self-loathing!~
HA!~ Take that, my copious violent hallucinations!!!~
I can never fully trust myself~ I can never convince myself into believing I will never cause you harm despite the fact that I DESPERATELY DO NOT WANT TO HURT ANYONE, ESPECIALLY YOU. But... I trust that you know what you're doing hanging around someone like me~ And I trust that even if I did screw things up and make your life worse, maybe.... For once.... I could help fix things and make it better? Actually and truly? You said I helped before, and... I don't know how. But. Maybe I can help again and not screw it up? Well.... Maybe I'm aiming too high with that last part, LOL~
Regardless... I truly do want to be your friend, Robin~ Thank you SO much for confirming you won't leave me too~ I'll try to keep the thoughts that say otherwise at bay~
And about the whole, "having no one else" thing you mentioned....
I had an idea~ :3c
See, the other day, I tried to teach Fia (the other amnesiac I mentioned? She's nice! Should eat and sleep more, but... That might be because one of her partners is... yeah..... But I think you'd like her too!~) a thing or two about Minecraft~ I didn't go on our server to do so, I accidentally opened up a modded file of mine and messed around in it, but... It made me... Nostalgic.
Because once upon a time, I was in a Minecraft server~
That server was... Basically my paradise!~ All of my friends, all of my people, all in one place!!~ We played this game from dusk 'til dawn some days!~ Spent day after day yapping on and on about the things we enjoyed as we built and created and mined and just... Had fun!!!~ And whenever we got bored, we'd go and create a new server and do it all over again!!!~
Carcosa... My True Carcosa~
I don't really know how to make friends, or keep relationships ongoing at all if I'm gonna be real with you, but.... I think I wanna have this again. A Minecraft server!~
I know what it's like to feel lonely. More than most, I'd say~ So... I think it's unfair that I started branching out while you were lying in bed with your immune system working on overdrive. When I said I think you could become friends with ANYONE in Ness Anne, I meant it!~ And I can prove it!~
I'm gonna make a new server~
I won't get rid of our old one BTW, I just wanna make a BIG one that's meant for more than just the two of us!~ One that's lightly modded, but it's nothing I don't think anyone's computers can't handle, but with a few QoL additions that I think would be useful~ THEN!~ I'm gonna invite AS MANY COOL PEOPLE as I physically can and have 'em all join us!~
And... Hopefully it'll be like before~ Just like my old server, where a bunch of amazing people can come together, make friends, and just... Enjoy themselves!~
Now... Lemme give you a BETTER question than my last one:
I was gonna make this all binary, but tumblr has a post size limit and this went WELL past it when put into computer speak, so uh.... I trust you won't let Robin see this...
Anyway. Thank you, British Mode.
I didn't wanna cause any of y'all distress... I just... I saw other ARG folks putting their personal thoughts into ciphers and since... The DMSP staff are legally allowed to use whatever we experience or write down in the game... They would find out about my episodes eventually. I thought if I posted it myself no one would care enough to solve it and no one would do something stupid like. Send a description of my episodes in your guys' askbox or something? IDK it was a stupid idea...
I don't want to hurt anyone, especially y'all. But my intent doesn't matter. I don't know if you were at all there watching when Robin met with me at McDonald's that day, but... During my episodes, fact and fiction are blurred to the point of being indistinguishable. It doesn't matter if I don't want to hurt anyone. If the stupid flighty part of my brain can justify it in a moment of panic and confusion?
I can. I will. I... Have.
Memories are past tense. I don't know how y'all will see me in the future. I don't know what mistakes I will inevitably make. I don't know how I'll hurt you all next, all I know is that I will. I always do.
Is someone Robin knows only through a handful of IRL interactions and Minecraft gameplay truly what one could consider a close friend? One worthy of risking the safety of yourself and the people you love over? One that dreams of coating herself in the viscera of your loved ones? One that could lose control one day make that fiction into a reality?
I don't know.
I'll trust you. I trust both of you so, so SO much... But...
Anyhow... I shouldn't be bothering you with all this. Actually.... I think I should just. Talk with Robin about all this instead. Not that I don't value your input, BM! I just... I need to hear that she wants this from her.
Thank you again for blocking the post, British Mode. You're a great protector for both Sci-fi and the kiddo~
I still gotta take you up on that job offer and... Fully acknowledge that new video hidden on your guys' blog~ When I'm less busy, OFC.
Squig.
If I am to be fully honest. As a program, I do not understand why Robin insists on being your friend. I understand your concern, and you are, in fact, right by asking her why she desires to be your friend. It makes no sense.
But I am not here to antagonize my master. Whoever she wishes to be allies with, I shall protect.
If you fear that you may hurt my master, you should not be. You say you trust me. Please do when I tell you that she will not be harmed. I will protect her.
Elly will not be easily harmed either. Not because I protect her. I won't. She is a threat to Robin.
But because she can protect herself.
I haven't seen the things you have. But we have seen our own fair share of horrors. Kwu pcl cucn kvrl jfltwwaewfe wj kawcc o nwsz-becnf wfrthzul we jcdw yiirz rjloj?
Please acknowledge the video soon. She needs to know the truth.
Take care.
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You.. called me a friend. Are.. are we friends now? For realsies?
And what do you mean you're isolating yourself, Squig?
-- Robin @robinnnblurb
......
I wrote most of this when I received it, right before the whole Kaige situation happened. I.... Kept going back in forth in my head if I wanted to send it out, but. Fuck it.
I wanted to modify it after the fact, but. Looking back? I still agree with most of this. I'm only going to modify spelling/grammar. All else below the line is from a while ago, but. The sentiment is the same:
Yes, I did call you my friend. I'm not going to deny that. We might be. Friends, yes. But also...
Of all the information you gleamed from that conversation I had with Kat.... That's the part you focused on?
I mean... YES that's a big thing to take note of! But also... I said that I was worried I'd. shoot you...
Not to mention... Everything about. My old friendgroup....
You can see why I'm hesitant, right? Towards... Calling anyone, a friend, let alone someone as kind as you?
I spent over a dozen years in the same Minecraft server, going from a shitty forum site to a Skype group to a Discord server just to yap with all these people about whatever bullshit ARG I was into or talk about Minecraft mods or... WHATEVER! I spent SO MUCH of my life there, with those people. People who I thought were kind, who I thought gave a shit about the things I loved, people who i thought were my friends...
They weren't.
Not even him...
Especially not him...........
So. Whenever you and I talk, I can't help but think this is... Too good to be true, I guess. Not because I think you'll betray me or something stupid. You've already gotten closer to me than most of the folks on that old server of mine. But... What I mean is... What if you come to your senses? Gain an ounce of wisdom in regards to your life before this ARG, and... then you realize you have more, better people out there.
Likable people. Lovable people. People that can care for you far better than I ever could..
People who are far better for you than I could ever be..?
I know its' a stupid thing to fear. But... I don't know. If I. If it's...
Oh... Fuck it.
Robin, are you certain you want this???
My friendship, I mean. I... I'm not. Friend material.
You deserve people who you can rely on, people you want around. People who you know are fully trustworthy and in control.
People who are safe.
I'm none of that.
I don't want to make your life worse, Robin.
And I know I will make your life worse.
Don't you think you deserve better???
Because I KNOW you do!!!!
Just....... Fuck. Sorry.
I'm sorry if this sounds guilt trippy or whatever, I just. I know for a fact you could become the best of friends with literally ANYONE in this town if you tried. So...
Sorry for the late reply, Squig. I, uh, got sick. And Thomas wouldn't let me touch the app until I recovered. (I think he might've seen something that scared him...)
And, well. Why you? Because you're the first one to reach out. I mean, granted, it was because of this... ARG. But still. You noticed. And that's- I liked that. I genuinely enjoyed our conversation there at the cafe.
I don't know if it's because I... am a terribly lonely person and am clutching at any company that I can get in a way to stave off the loneliness. Or if it's because I just find you awesome.
But I did. And you helped. You made sure that I wouldn't... hurt myself, trying to remember who I really am. And that mattered to me a lot. Still does.
I don't have better people. There's no one else for me. I only have Thomas and Rosemary. Ecgrqnfm vw qwggeah tesz as, nrq Hvbqng wf tnwbsyy hc ysby og wbasgmzsg. V hbb'h xrbk kuc.
I am absolutely, definitely certain that I want to be your friend, Squig. And it's okay if you're hesitant to call me one! I truly do understand. I just... care a lot about you, you know? I tend to find myself helping people that I don't even know sometimes.
And I'm sure you won't... make my life worse. That's a bit of an exaggeration, don't you think? And, well, things get better in the end! We're clearly not there yet, so we have to keep moving forward! God, I don't know how to do this... haha.
And I think you underestimate how awful people can be. Deserving better... do I look like I care about whether or not those who accompany me serve me better one way or another? That's a pretty selfish way to think about it like that, in my opinion.
I want to be your friend because I just do. < :)
I know it's going to be hard to believe this. You might get bad thoughts or... or things may not go over well. But it's okay.
No matter what happens, I'm still gonna like you anyway! (As a friend.)
So you'd better take care of yourself until we get to play Minecraft again! <3
Oh nononono... Is that why she hasn't responded yet????
I mean, on one hand i'm relieved she wasn't ghosting me on purpose, despite the fact I TOTALLY deserve it for ghosting her, BUT STILL!!! SHE'S SICK????
Do I need to get her anything? Tissues, hot soup, food, water, blankets, towels, medicine, IDK what she has should I get more than one kind of medicine or should i wait until later or does she just need time or distance or maybe she actually was ghosting me (I REALLY gotta stop ghosting people, but also I lowkey don't wanna have her hate me for hanging out with other people while I've waited for a response from my previous posts about her and I's friendship, and I REALLY don't want her to think I've replaced her, BECAUSE I DIDN'T! But I also, ever since we last spoke I THINK I might've made more friends for once?? The first of which is someone that I really believes deserves a friend like me because they would likely ACTUALLY DIE without someone like me around to slap some sense into them, the other two are just part of a package deal with the whole situation with the first one because they're all in a QPR polycule I THINK??? At least one of them doesn't know what that means, but anyway, I told the first person I started to be around after your absence that I would take care of their partner while they were busy doing... I THINK something for the ARG? Something that looks... Actually painful, in accordance to the videos from it, so IDK if they're just a PEAK performer, or if they're like me in how their hallucinations are also painful, but REGARDLESS, they left, told me to take care of their partner, (who coincidentally ALSO has amnesia?? But it's a LOT worse than yours. AND ALSO SHE ISn"T YOUR REPLACEMENT EITHER IF THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE THINKING!!!) I did that, then their OTHER partner showed up, all broken and beaten and battered, and I HAVE been hanging out with them for a bit MOSTLY to take care of them, THEY ARE NOT YOUR REPLACEMENTS, IF YOU ARE THINKING THAT!!! Yes, even if you don't want to be my friend anymore after everything, I COMPLETELY understand if you want to give up on me completely, but also, I REALLY don't wanna be seen as a triple traitor for assisting ONE (1) other lowkey friend, thus accidentally making two more friends in the process and abandoning her. Even if now, after some thinking, I kinda do hate that I put that sorta ultimatum on her? I should have just left it a more open, "Hey, if you ever realize this is an awful idea to be around me, you can leave whenever!~ Haha NO PRESSURE!!!~" because I feel like that'd be a lot easier to make any kind of discussion around and
...
i'm rambling.
TL;DR, does Robin need anything? Because. I can get stuff for her?
In fact.. I might just buy some stuff and... Drop it off at the cafe for you to bring to her when you can. You okay with that idea, Tom?
Uh... Thank you in advance!
-Squig @searchin4arealitythatdoesntexist
Oh. Hello. Squig, right? Rob talks a lot about you. Mostly worries, but she does. It's nice that she has a friend out of work. It means she has a life outside of it, and she needs that. I think.
Don't worry about the rambling. I don't mind at all.
I do think that the part with the small letters is something that Rob needs to respond to herself.
Mostly because I don't get half of it. But also, I don't think you have to worry about her ghosting you or thinking you left her behind.
I had to stop her from standing up because her vertigo was going to make her pass out and she was mumbling about responding to your post.
She's the type to care about people when she has no business to. Trust me, once she latches on, you're not getting rid of her. I tried.
You can visit her if you want to. I think she'll recover fully today or tomorrow.
Speaking of things to bring... maybe some soup. Doesn't matter what dish, just as long as it's soup and it's not spicy.
Hi. I was... uh... scrolling through the posts Thomas made in my stead. Wow, he writes like an old man.
And, I didn't take it to heart, you know. You not responding. I check in with your blog and see what's happening from time to time. You are in way too many dangerous situations for my own liking.
So I know it's not really on purpose. Also, you are allowed to have our own friends, Squig. That's legitimately okay! Just because you're helping other people doesn't make me feel like you're replacing me. I'm pretty sure I'm not. I trust you on that! :]
And I still want to be your friend, Squig. Nothing has changed that one bit. You're not getting rid of me that easily! >:]
