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I'm a transmasc disabled autistic person and I am in need of serious help.

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There’s been a bit of a writers block (I say even though it’s lasted for a month or two lmao) and we both agreed that. It’s gumming up the works on both sides.

- @semi-headless-semicolon

[The place is a mess. There are papers scattered about the floor, random gadgets strewn across the table and a giant lazer cannon next to a table. An empty potion bottle is on the floor as well, among the papers. It seems abandoned.]

...

--

...

Perhaps they should try to speak with whatever is down there. Try to make themselves sound as friendly as possible.

[Suddenly, it slams its entire body against the underside of the floor, shrieking in what can only sound like conviction. The ground nearly shatters.]

EXPERIMENTS!!

[A white glowing asterisk can be seen from under the ground, before it squints, then disappears out of sight.]

Perplexing... what is a being like yourself doing in an old psychopath's laboratory?

It is not impossible, they are far from the ethical being they proclaim to be. Not even I am aware of all they have used, stolen or kept locked away.

An eyeless being, staring at one with many eyes.

[It looks around the lab, before its gaze eventually settles on the knight. It tilts its head, raising an eyebrow in intrigue.]

It is no bother, I despise this land anyhow.

[It pauses a moment, squinting its eyes, gaze focused on the various devices on the table, as well as the lazer cannon.]

Not only do I know them, it was their actions which led to my creation.

As I suspected, utilizing heat...

[It retreats from the lazer cannon, turning to inspect the furnace gun on the table, which is marked with a red magnet as well.]

The matter of my creation does not perturb me. As for you, should your memories preceding remain intact, a state change more resembles the truth.

[It looks over the rest of the table. Various tools are lying around, and there is an unopened null potion on the table as well. It picks up the potion, looking suspiciously at it.]

Semi shakes their non-existent head.

I cannot speak for times of old, however I believe such potions are utilized by those whom have misstepped one too many times, and are in need of a refresh.

Answers to all questions, save for one...

...where are they now?

[It hands Semi the paper, materializing an illusion of a copy of it to look over in more detail. The log reads the following:]

Week 1: Small blood-orange dot left by needle. This log will probably be filed away with the other short-term injury logs. Note: Coldflame hurts twice as much as standard fire.

Week 2: Huh. There's a bit of ice on my hand...? I can't get it off.

Week 3: This might interfere with my other experiments...

Week 4: Healing potions aren't working. It's not a status effect. A blowtorch doesn't melt it. Maybe darkness will make it disappear.

5: OH NO

I suspect we do not share a similar reason for this question. You seem quite concerned for them...

[The illusion in its hands dissipates, and it looks toward the door, before slinking quickly over to investigate. The door has no frame, a simple purple door with black and lavender stripes along it with seemingly random spacing. There is no wall behind it.]

A new addition... were their portals not enough..?

Sentinel groggily wakes up, slowly trying to get themselves off of the ground as they feel blades of grass underneath their gauntlets. It doesn't remember being anywhere near here beforehand... but when did that happen? When was that so-called 'Before'? It tries to think, but their mind is blank.

They try to go back through their memories to figure out what happened. Yet, they can't think much of anything about what happened before waking up.

All they remember are the blurs of someone standing in front of them, arguing with it. Stubborness. That's the only thing they recall of the figure, not even their appearance. Its head throbs.

Memories wired in its code subconsciously tell them to look for John, or to look for anyone it can recognize from the army. Yet, as they slowly stand up, they see nothing but an empty field, with only a single, yet odd-looking tree.

It's lost.

So. Finally awake, huh?… Welcome to the party.

Sentinel seems confused. They're still trying to adjust themselves to the sudden change in environment, and... and they don't know who's talking to them. There's a hint of familiarity, but as soon as they try to grab onto that sliver... they slip, and fall right back into thinking the person right in front it is a stranger.

It doesn't entirely know how to ask that question at the moment. It can't find the words to ask who the stranger is, why they're here with them, even though these are all questions that have hints and pieces of familiarity, of memories, of experiences Sentinel's gone through.

[They seem rather mumbley, before clearing their throat.]

Sorry, this must be… Confusing. As a recap;

You’re stuck here with Hecx & I in the Hostage Corner unless Tyria asks for assistance, or Terro finally initiates the war. …Or we all succumb to being prisoners of our own bodies. Whatever comes first.

They think about what the stranger said for a moment, nodding as if to show understanding. If the patch really was there, was that why they couldn't think as well as they did before this all happened? If there are bits and pieces of memories, what were things like when the patch was on?

They turn to where Adonis is pointing at, looking confused at what they're seeing. Why is there only a single ornament there? Who is the silhouette? It has so many questions, most of which don't even have answers. The words they want to say are all scrambled in their brain, yet it tries to look calm when facing the stranger once again.

I... think I somewhat understand. I can't exactly... find the words I need to say right now.

They suddenly spit out the questions their mind held onto a moment ago.

Sentinel looks around once more, a hint of worry visible on their face.

Why exactly are we all here? I slightly remember Tyria arguing with me about something... I was coded by zem. Zey were actually kind of nice to me, at least at one point... I don't fully understand why zey would do this.

But that’s not the topic right now.

Tyria’s put us here so we’re out of the way. We’re threats that she thinks she can control.

Sentinel, who was once staring at the never-ending fields of polygonal grass, suddenly snaps back to full attentiveness at the mention of "troops". The code hard-wired into their mind knows this is related to war. They have forgotten lots of things, but not war. Not violence. Not destruction.

Are you sure the troops are a good idea?

The former general asks this question, idly fiddling with its unkempt hair. It feels as its alive. It knows that its alive. Is it? Do they recognize their own death? Their own fall to war and hate that eventually resulted in their fate? Perhaps they do not, or perhaps it has forgotten. It doesn't dwell on their feelings for long, instead opting to spend the abundance of time they have to ask more questions.

Mmm… goob moorning…

Ah, Hecx. I hope you slept well.

Mhm…

[The child rubbed their eye, seeing Semi.]

Tyria trapped me in here….

My powers work by being able to touch people ta curse them. Or. At least be near them.

It also stops me from escaping since I have to travel through the geometry.

They really, really do. None of us deserve what Tyria’s done to hurt us…

…I hope Terro comes to save us soon…

…Me too, Hecx… Me too…

Devs, I finally got to live a life outside of that damned file, only to end up playing the waiting game again. This is so… Insufferable…

Sentinel begins to question why Tyria would keep Adonis and Hecx here. Although they are somewhat aware of the ways Tyria has wronged these two, it can’t help but wonder why zey would do such a thing. They have audibly asked this question, yet they have been given no solid answers as to why zey would do this. 

Hecx is a child. That is all of what Sentinel knows of the stranger, yet… they feel betrayed that Tyria would turn around and trap them here, to use them as a weapon. They should have a childhood, yet they are stuck here, hopeless and waiting for Terro to save them. 

Let’s just say that Hecx isn’t… *From* Exclamania.

Mhm.. Tyria brought me here through… D-Du… Du-bi-ous means.

You're a child, Hecx. You shouldn't have been wrapped up in all of this.

You should be free. You should be happy. Both of you.

[As Adonis sighed, his face scrunched up a bit as Adonis held up his hand for his forehead to rest on. It’s probably just a headache.]

This whole situation is just so… Stressful to think about. It’s so unlike Terro for him to wait this long before doing anything. I would’ve thought that he’d just rush in, distract Tyria so I could put the T.T.C (Tyria Torture Chamber) down, and then one of us would just… Kill her. To get this whole ordeal over with.

Sentinel groggily wakes up, slowly trying to get themselves off of the ground as they feel blades of grass underneath their gauntlets. It doesn't remember being anywhere near here beforehand... but when did that happen? When was that so-called 'Before'? It tries to think, but their mind is blank.

They try to go back through their memories to figure out what happened. Yet, they can't think much of anything about what happened before waking up.

All they remember are the blurs of someone standing in front of them, arguing with it. Stubborness. That's the only thing they recall of the figure, not even their appearance. Its head throbs.

Memories wired in its code subconsciously tell them to look for John, or to look for anyone it can recognize from the army. Yet, as they slowly stand up, they see nothing but an empty field, with only a single, yet odd-looking tree.

It's lost.

So. Finally awake, huh?… Welcome to the party.

Sentinel seems confused. They're still trying to adjust themselves to the sudden change in environment, and... and they don't know who's talking to them. There's a hint of familiarity, but as soon as they try to grab onto that sliver... they slip, and fall right back into thinking the person right in front it is a stranger.

It doesn't entirely know how to ask that question at the moment. It can't find the words to ask who the stranger is, why they're here with them, even though these are all questions that have hints and pieces of familiarity, of memories, of experiences Sentinel's gone through.

[They seem rather mumbley, before clearing their throat.]

Sorry, this must be… Confusing. As a recap;

You’re stuck here with Hecx & I in the Hostage Corner unless Tyria asks for assistance, or Terro finally initiates the war. …Or we all succumb to being prisoners of our own bodies. Whatever comes first.

They think about what the stranger said for a moment, nodding as if to show understanding. If the patch really was there, was that why they couldn't think as well as they did before this all happened? If there are bits and pieces of memories, what were things like when the patch was on?

They turn to where Adonis is pointing at, looking confused at what they're seeing. Why is there only a single ornament there? Who is the silhouette? It has so many questions, most of which don't even have answers. The words they want to say are all scrambled in their brain, yet it tries to look calm when facing the stranger once again.

I... think I somewhat understand. I can't exactly... find the words I need to say right now.

They suddenly spit out the questions their mind held onto a moment ago.

Sentinel looks around once more, a hint of worry visible on their face.

Why exactly are we all here? I slightly remember Tyria arguing with me about something... I was coded by zem. Zey were actually kind of nice to me, at least at one point... I don't fully understand why zey would do this.

But that’s not the topic right now.

Tyria’s put us here so we’re out of the way. We’re threats that she thinks she can control.

Sentinel, who was once staring at the never-ending fields of polygonal grass, suddenly snaps back to full attentiveness at the mention of "troops". The code hard-wired into their mind knows this is related to war. They have forgotten lots of things, but not war. Not violence. Not destruction.

Are you sure the troops are a good idea?

The former general asks this question, idly fiddling with its unkempt hair. It feels as its alive. It knows that its alive. Is it? Do they recognize their own death? Their own fall to war and hate that eventually resulted in their fate? Perhaps they do not, or perhaps it has forgotten. It doesn't dwell on their feelings for long, instead opting to spend the abundance of time they have to ask more questions.

Mmm… goob moorning…

Ah, Hecx. I hope you slept well.

Mhm…

[The child rubbed their eye, seeing Semi.]

Tyria trapped me in here….

My powers work by being able to touch people ta curse them. Or. At least be near them.

It also stops me from escaping since I have to travel through the geometry.

They really, really do. None of us deserve what Tyria’s done to hurt us…

…I hope Terro comes to save us soon…

…Me too, Hecx… Me too…

Devs, I finally got to live a life outside of that damned file, only to end up playing the waiting game again. This is so… Insufferable…

Sentinel begins to question why Tyria would keep Adonis and Hecx here. Although they are somewhat aware of the ways Tyria has wronged these two, it can’t help but wonder why zey would do such a thing. They have audibly asked this question, yet they have been given no solid answers as to why zey would do this. 

Hecx is a child. That is all of what Sentinel knows of the stranger, yet… they feel betrayed that Tyria would turn around and trap them here, to use them as a weapon. They should have a childhood, yet they are stuck here, hopeless and waiting for Terro to save them. 

Let’s just say that Hecx isn’t… *From* Exclamania.

Mhm.. Tyria brought me here through… D-Du… Du-bi-ous means.

You're a child, Hecx. You shouldn't have been wrapped up in all of this.

You should be free. You should be happy. Both of you.

Sentinel groggily wakes up, slowly trying to get themselves off of the ground as they feel blades of grass underneath their gauntlets. It doesn't remember being anywhere near here beforehand... but when did that happen? When was that so-called 'Before'? It tries to think, but their mind is blank.

They try to go back through their memories to figure out what happened. Yet, they can't think much of anything about what happened before waking up.

All they remember are the blurs of someone standing in front of them, arguing with it. Stubborness. That's the only thing they recall of the figure, not even their appearance. Its head throbs.

Memories wired in its code subconsciously tell them to look for John, or to look for anyone it can recognize from the army. Yet, as they slowly stand up, they see nothing but an empty field, with only a single, yet odd-looking tree.

It's lost.

So. Finally awake, huh?… Welcome to the party.

Sentinel seems confused. They're still trying to adjust themselves to the sudden change in environment, and... and they don't know who's talking to them. There's a hint of familiarity, but as soon as they try to grab onto that sliver... they slip, and fall right back into thinking the person right in front it is a stranger.

It doesn't entirely know how to ask that question at the moment. It can't find the words to ask who the stranger is, why they're here with them, even though these are all questions that have hints and pieces of familiarity, of memories, of experiences Sentinel's gone through.

[They seem rather mumbley, before clearing their throat.]

Sorry, this must be… Confusing. As a recap;

You’re stuck here with Hecx & I in the Hostage Corner unless Tyria asks for assistance, or Terro finally initiates the war. …Or we all succumb to being prisoners of our own bodies. Whatever comes first.

They think about what the stranger said for a moment, nodding as if to show understanding. If the patch really was there, was that why they couldn't think as well as they did before this all happened? If there are bits and pieces of memories, what were things like when the patch was on?

They turn to where Adonis is pointing at, looking confused at what they're seeing. Why is there only a single ornament there? Who is the silhouette? It has so many questions, most of which don't even have answers. The words they want to say are all scrambled in their brain, yet it tries to look calm when facing the stranger once again.

I... think I somewhat understand. I can't exactly... find the words I need to say right now.

They suddenly spit out the questions their mind held onto a moment ago.

Sentinel looks around once more, a hint of worry visible on their face.

Why exactly are we all here? I slightly remember Tyria arguing with me about something... I was coded by zem. Zey were actually kind of nice to me, at least at one point... I don't fully understand why zey would do this.

But that’s not the topic right now.

Tyria’s put us here so we’re out of the way. We’re threats that she thinks she can control.

Sentinel, who was once staring at the never-ending fields of polygonal grass, suddenly snaps back to full attentiveness at the mention of "troops". The code hard-wired into their mind knows this is related to war. They have forgotten lots of things, but not war. Not violence. Not destruction.

Are you sure the troops are a good idea?

The former general asks this question, idly fiddling with its unkempt hair. It feels as its alive. It knows that its alive. Is it? Do they recognize their own death? Their own fall to war and hate that eventually resulted in their fate? Perhaps they do not, or perhaps it has forgotten. It doesn't dwell on their feelings for long, instead opting to spend the abundance of time they have to ask more questions.

Mmm… goob moorning…

Ah, Hecx. I hope you slept well.

Mhm…

[The child rubbed their eye, seeing Semi.]

Tyria trapped me in here….

My powers work by being able to touch people ta curse them. Or. At least be near them.

It also stops me from escaping since I have to travel through the geometry.

They really, really do. None of us deserve what Tyria’s done to hurt us…

…I hope Terro comes to save us soon…

…Me too, Hecx… Me too…

Devs, I finally got to live a life outside of that damned file, only to end up playing the waiting game again. This is so… Insufferable…

Sentinel begins to question why Tyria would keep Adonis and Hecx here. Although they are somewhat aware of the ways Tyria has wronged these two, it can’t help but wonder why zey would do such a thing. They have audibly asked this question, yet they have been given no solid answers as to why zey would do this. 

Hecx is a child. That is all of what Sentinel knows of the stranger, yet… they feel betrayed that Tyria would turn around and trap them here, to use them as a weapon. They should have a childhood, yet they are stuck here, hopeless and waiting for Terro to save them. 

Sentinel groggily wakes up, slowly trying to get themselves off of the ground as they feel blades of grass underneath their gauntlets. It doesn't remember being anywhere near here beforehand... but when did that happen? When was that so-called 'Before'? It tries to think, but their mind is blank.

They try to go back through their memories to figure out what happened. Yet, they can't think much of anything about what happened before waking up.

All they remember are the blurs of someone standing in front of them, arguing with it. Stubborness. That's the only thing they recall of the figure, not even their appearance. Its head throbs.

Memories wired in its code subconsciously tell them to look for John, or to look for anyone it can recognize from the army. Yet, as they slowly stand up, they see nothing but an empty field, with only a single, yet odd-looking tree.

It's lost.

So. Finally awake, huh?… Welcome to the party.

Sentinel seems confused. They're still trying to adjust themselves to the sudden change in environment, and... and they don't know who's talking to them. There's a hint of familiarity, but as soon as they try to grab onto that sliver... they slip, and fall right back into thinking the person right in front it is a stranger.

It doesn't entirely know how to ask that question at the moment. It can't find the words to ask who the stranger is, why they're here with them, even though these are all questions that have hints and pieces of familiarity, of memories, of experiences Sentinel's gone through.

[They seem rather mumbley, before clearing their throat.]

Sorry, this must be… Confusing. As a recap;

You’re stuck here with Hecx & I in the Hostage Corner unless Tyria asks for assistance, or Terro finally initiates the war. …Or we all succumb to being prisoners of our own bodies. Whatever comes first.

They think about what the stranger said for a moment, nodding as if to show understanding. If the patch really was there, was that why they couldn't think as well as they did before this all happened? If there are bits and pieces of memories, what were things like when the patch was on?

They turn to where Adonis is pointing at, looking confused at what they're seeing. Why is there only a single ornament there? Who is the silhouette? It has so many questions, most of which don't even have answers. The words they want to say are all scrambled in their brain, yet it tries to look calm when facing the stranger once again.

I... think I somewhat understand. I can't exactly... find the words I need to say right now.

They suddenly spit out the questions their mind held onto a moment ago.

Sentinel looks around once more, a hint of worry visible on their face.

Why exactly are we all here? I slightly remember Tyria arguing with me about something... I was coded by zem. Zey were actually kind of nice to me, at least at one point... I don't fully understand why zey would do this.

But that’s not the topic right now.

Tyria’s put us here so we’re out of the way. We’re threats that she thinks she can control.

Sentinel, who was once staring at the never-ending fields of polygonal grass, suddenly snaps back to full attentiveness at the mention of "troops". The code hard-wired into their mind knows this is related to war. They have forgotten lots of things, but not war. Not violence. Not destruction.

Are you sure the troops are a good idea?

The former general asks this question, idly fiddling with its unkempt hair. It feels as its alive. It knows that its alive. Is it? Do they recognize their own death? Their own fall to war and hate that eventually resulted in their fate? Perhaps they do not, or perhaps it has forgotten. It doesn't dwell on their feelings for long, instead opting to spend the abundance of time they have to ask more questions.

Mmm… goob moorning…

Ah, Hecx. I hope you slept well.

Mhm…

[The child rubbed their eye, seeing Semi.]

Tyria trapped me in here….

My powers work by being able to touch people ta curse them. Or. At least be near them.

It also stops me from escaping since I have to travel through the geometry.

They really, really do. None of us deserve what Tyria’s done to hurt us…

…I hope Terro comes to save us soon…

…Me too, Hecx… Me too…

Sentinel groggily wakes up, slowly trying to get themselves off of the ground as they feel blades of grass underneath their gauntlets. It doesn't remember being anywhere near here beforehand... but when did that happen? When was that so-called 'Before'? It tries to think, but their mind is blank.

They try to go back through their memories to figure out what happened. Yet, they can't think much of anything about what happened before waking up.

All they remember are the blurs of someone standing in front of them, arguing with it. Stubborness. That's the only thing they recall of the figure, not even their appearance. Its head throbs.

Memories wired in its code subconsciously tell them to look for John, or to look for anyone it can recognize from the army. Yet, as they slowly stand up, they see nothing but an empty field, with only a single, yet odd-looking tree.

It's lost.

So. Finally awake, huh?… Welcome to the party.

Sentinel seems confused. They're still trying to adjust themselves to the sudden change in environment, and... and they don't know who's talking to them. There's a hint of familiarity, but as soon as they try to grab onto that sliver... they slip, and fall right back into thinking the person right in front it is a stranger.

It doesn't entirely know how to ask that question at the moment. It can't find the words to ask who the stranger is, why they're here with them, even though these are all questions that have hints and pieces of familiarity, of memories, of experiences Sentinel's gone through.

[They seem rather mumbley, before clearing their throat.]

Sorry, this must be… Confusing. As a recap;

You’re stuck here with Hecx & I in the Hostage Corner unless Tyria asks for assistance, or Terro finally initiates the war. …Or we all succumb to being prisoners of our own bodies. Whatever comes first.

They think about what the stranger said for a moment, nodding as if to show understanding. If the patch really was there, was that why they couldn't think as well as they did before this all happened? If there are bits and pieces of memories, what were things like when the patch was on?

They turn to where Adonis is pointing at, looking confused at what they're seeing. Why is there only a single ornament there? Who is the silhouette? It has so many questions, most of which don't even have answers. The words they want to say are all scrambled in their brain, yet it tries to look calm when facing the stranger once again.

I... think I somewhat understand. I can't exactly... find the words I need to say right now.

They suddenly spit out the questions their mind held onto a moment ago.

Sentinel looks around once more, a hint of worry visible on their face.

Why exactly are we all here? I slightly remember Tyria arguing with me about something... I was coded by zem. Zey were actually kind of nice to me, at least at one point... I don't fully understand why zey would do this.

But that’s not the topic right now.

Tyria’s put us here so we’re out of the way. We’re threats that she thinks she can control.

Sentinel, who was once staring at the never-ending fields of polygonal grass, suddenly snaps back to full attentiveness at the mention of "troops". The code hard-wired into their mind knows this is related to war. They have forgotten lots of things, but not war. Not violence. Not destruction.

Are you sure the troops are a good idea?

The former general asks this question, idly fiddling with its unkempt hair. It feels as its alive. It knows that its alive. Is it? Do they recognize their own death? Their own fall to war and hate that eventually resulted in their fate? Perhaps they do not, or perhaps it has forgotten. It doesn't dwell on their feelings for long, instead opting to spend the abundance of time they have to ask more questions.

Mmm… goob moorning…

Ah, Hecx. I hope you slept well.

Mhm…

[The child rubbed their eye, seeing Semi.]

Tyria trapped me in here….

My powers work by being able to touch people ta curse them. Or. At least be near them.

It also stops me from escaping since I have to travel through the geometry.

Sentinel groggily wakes up, slowly trying to get themselves off of the ground as they feel blades of grass underneath their gauntlets. It doesn't remember being anywhere near here beforehand... but when did that happen? When was that so-called 'Before'? It tries to think, but their mind is blank.

They try to go back through their memories to figure out what happened. Yet, they can't think much of anything about what happened before waking up.

All they remember are the blurs of someone standing in front of them, arguing with it. Stubborness. That's the only thing they recall of the figure, not even their appearance. Its head throbs.

Memories wired in its code subconsciously tell them to look for John, or to look for anyone it can recognize from the army. Yet, as they slowly stand up, they see nothing but an empty field, with only a single, yet odd-looking tree.

It's lost.

So. Finally awake, huh?… Welcome to the party.

Sentinel seems confused. They're still trying to adjust themselves to the sudden change in environment, and... and they don't know who's talking to them. There's a hint of familiarity, but as soon as they try to grab onto that sliver... they slip, and fall right back into thinking the person right in front it is a stranger.

It doesn't entirely know how to ask that question at the moment. It can't find the words to ask who the stranger is, why they're here with them, even though these are all questions that have hints and pieces of familiarity, of memories, of experiences Sentinel's gone through.

[They seem rather mumbley, before clearing their throat.]

Sorry, this must be… Confusing. As a recap;

You’re stuck here with Hecx & I in the Hostage Corner unless Tyria asks for assistance, or Terro finally initiates the war. …Or we all succumb to being prisoners of our own bodies. Whatever comes first.

They think about what the stranger said for a moment, nodding as if to show understanding. If the patch really was there, was that why they couldn't think as well as they did before this all happened? If there are bits and pieces of memories, what were things like when the patch was on?

They turn to where Adonis is pointing at, looking confused at what they're seeing. Why is there only a single ornament there? Who is the silhouette? It has so many questions, most of which don't even have answers. The words they want to say are all scrambled in their brain, yet it tries to look calm when facing the stranger once again.

I... think I somewhat understand. I can't exactly... find the words I need to say right now.

They suddenly spit out the questions their mind held onto a moment ago.

Sentinel looks around once more, a hint of worry visible on their face.

Why exactly are we all here? I slightly remember Tyria arguing with me about something... I was coded by zem. Zey were actually kind of nice to me, at least at one point... I don't fully understand why zey would do this.

But that’s not the topic right now.

Tyria’s put us here so we’re out of the way. We’re threats that she thinks she can control.

Sentinel, who was once staring at the never-ending fields of polygonal grass, suddenly snaps back to full attentiveness at the mention of "troops". The code hard-wired into their mind knows this is related to war. They have forgotten lots of things, but not war. Not violence. Not destruction.

Are you sure the troops are a good idea?

The former general asks this question, idly fiddling with its unkempt hair. It feels as its alive. It knows that its alive. Is it? Do they recognize their own death? Their own fall to war and hate that eventually resulted in their fate? Perhaps they do not, or perhaps it has forgotten. It doesn't dwell on their feelings for long, instead opting to spend the abundance of time they have to ask more questions.

Mmm… goob moorning…

Ah, Hecx. I hope you slept well.

Mhm…

[The child rubbed their eye, seeing Semi.]

Sentinel groggily wakes up, slowly trying to get themselves off of the ground as they feel blades of grass underneath their gauntlets. It doesn't remember being anywhere near here beforehand... but when did that happen? When was that so-called 'Before'? It tries to think, but their mind is blank.

They try to go back through their memories to figure out what happened. Yet, they can't think much of anything about what happened before waking up.

All they remember are the blurs of someone standing in front of them, arguing with it. Stubborness. That's the only thing they recall of the figure, not even their appearance. Its head throbs.

Memories wired in its code subconsciously tell them to look for John, or to look for anyone it can recognize from the army. Yet, as they slowly stand up, they see nothing but an empty field, with only a single, yet odd-looking tree.

It's lost.

So. Finally awake, huh?… Welcome to the party.

Sentinel seems confused. They're still trying to adjust themselves to the sudden change in environment, and... and they don't know who's talking to them. There's a hint of familiarity, but as soon as they try to grab onto that sliver... they slip, and fall right back into thinking the person right in front it is a stranger.

It doesn't entirely know how to ask that question at the moment. It can't find the words to ask who the stranger is, why they're here with them, even though these are all questions that have hints and pieces of familiarity, of memories, of experiences Sentinel's gone through.

[They seem rather mumbley, before clearing their throat.]

Sorry, this must be… Confusing. As a recap;

You’re stuck here with Hecx & I in the Hostage Corner unless Tyria asks for assistance, or Terro finally initiates the war. …Or we all succumb to being prisoners of our own bodies. Whatever comes first.

They think about what the stranger said for a moment, nodding as if to show understanding. If the patch really was there, was that why they couldn't think as well as they did before this all happened? If there are bits and pieces of memories, what were things like when the patch was on?

They turn to where Adonis is pointing at, looking confused at what they're seeing. Why is there only a single ornament there? Who is the silhouette? It has so many questions, most of which don't even have answers. The words they want to say are all scrambled in their brain, yet it tries to look calm when facing the stranger once again.

I... think I somewhat understand. I can't exactly... find the words I need to say right now.

They suddenly spit out the questions their mind held onto a moment ago.

Sentinel looks around once more, a hint of worry visible on their face.

Why exactly are we all here? I slightly remember Tyria arguing with me about something... I was coded by zem. Zey were actually kind of nice to me, at least at one point... I don't fully understand why zey would do this.

But that’s not the topic right now.

Tyria’s put us here so we’re out of the way. We’re threats that she thinks she can control.

Sentinel, who was once staring at the never-ending fields of polygonal grass, suddenly snaps back to full attentiveness at the mention of "troops". The code hard-wired into their mind knows this is related to war. They have forgotten lots of things, but not war. Not violence. Not destruction.

Are you sure the troops are a good idea?

The former general asks this question, idly fiddling with its unkempt hair. It feels as its alive. It knows that its alive. Is it? Do they recognize their own death? Their own fall to war and hate that eventually resulted in their fate? Perhaps they do not, or perhaps it has forgotten. It doesn't dwell on their feelings for long, instead opting to spend the abundance of time they have to ask more questions.

Sentinel groggily wakes up, slowly trying to get themselves off of the ground as they feel blades of grass underneath their gauntlets. It doesn't remember being anywhere near here beforehand... but when did that happen? When was that so-called 'Before'? It tries to think, but their mind is blank.

They try to go back through their memories to figure out what happened. Yet, they can't think much of anything about what happened before waking up.

All they remember are the blurs of someone standing in front of them, arguing with it. Stubborness. That's the only thing they recall of the figure, not even their appearance. Its head throbs.

Memories wired in its code subconsciously tell them to look for John, or to look for anyone it can recognize from the army. Yet, as they slowly stand up, they see nothing but an empty field, with only a single, yet odd-looking tree.

It's lost.

So. Finally awake, huh?… Welcome to the party.

Sentinel seems confused. They're still trying to adjust themselves to the sudden change in environment, and... and they don't know who's talking to them. There's a hint of familiarity, but as soon as they try to grab onto that sliver... they slip, and fall right back into thinking the person right in front it is a stranger.

It doesn't entirely know how to ask that question at the moment. It can't find the words to ask who the stranger is, why they're here with them, even though these are all questions that have hints and pieces of familiarity, of memories, of experiences Sentinel's gone through.

[They seem rather mumbley, before clearing their throat.]

Sorry, this must be… Confusing. As a recap;

You’re stuck here with Hecx & I in the Hostage Corner unless Tyria asks for assistance, or Terro finally initiates the war. …Or we all succumb to being prisoners of our own bodies. Whatever comes first.

They think about what the stranger said for a moment, nodding as if to show understanding. If the patch really was there, was that why they couldn't think as well as they did before this all happened? If there are bits and pieces of memories, what were things like when the patch was on?

They turn to where Adonis is pointing at, looking confused at what they're seeing. Why is there only a single ornament there? Who is the silhouette? It has so many questions, most of which don't even have answers. The words they want to say are all scrambled in their brain, yet it tries to look calm when facing the stranger once again.

I... think I somewhat understand. I can't exactly... find the words I need to say right now.

They suddenly spit out the questions their mind held onto a moment ago.

Sentinel looks around once more, a hint of worry visible on their face.

Why exactly are we all here? I slightly remember Tyria arguing with me about something... I was coded by zem. Zey were actually kind of nice to me, at least at one point... I don't fully understand why zey would do this.

But that’s not the topic right now.

Tyria’s put us here so we’re out of the way. We’re threats that she thinks she can control.

Sentinel, who was once staring at the never-ending fields of polygonal grass, suddenly snaps back to full attentiveness at the mention of "troops". The code hard-wired into their mind knows this is related to war. They have forgotten lots of things, but not war. Not violence. Not destruction.

Are you sure the troops are a good idea?

The former general asks this question, idly fiddling with its unkempt hair. It feels as its alive. It knows that its alive. Is it? Do they recognize their own death? Their own fall to war and hate that eventually resulted in their fate? Perhaps they do not, or perhaps it has forgotten. It doesn't dwell on their feelings for long, instead opting to spend the abundance of time they have to ask more questions.

Sentinel groggily wakes up, slowly trying to get themselves off of the ground as they feel blades of grass underneath their gauntlets. It doesn't remember being anywhere near here beforehand... but when did that happen? When was that so-called 'Before'? It tries to think, but their mind is blank.

They try to go back through their memories to figure out what happened. Yet, they can't think much of anything about what happened before waking up.

All they remember are the blurs of someone standing in front of them, arguing with it. Stubborness. That's the only thing they recall of the figure, not even their appearance. Its head throbs.

Memories wired in its code subconsciously tell them to look for John, or to look for anyone it can recognize from the army. Yet, as they slowly stand up, they see nothing but an empty field, with only a single, yet odd-looking tree.

It's lost.

So. Finally awake, huh?… Welcome to the party.

Sentinel seems confused. They're still trying to adjust themselves to the sudden change in environment, and... and they don't know who's talking to them. There's a hint of familiarity, but as soon as they try to grab onto that sliver... they slip, and fall right back into thinking the person right in front it is a stranger.

It doesn't entirely know how to ask that question at the moment. It can't find the words to ask who the stranger is, why they're here with them, even though these are all questions that have hints and pieces of familiarity, of memories, of experiences Sentinel's gone through.

[They seem rather mumbley, before clearing their throat.]

Sorry, this must be… Confusing. As a recap;

You’re stuck here with Hecx & I in the Hostage Corner unless Tyria asks for assistance, or Terro finally initiates the war. …Or we all succumb to being prisoners of our own bodies. Whatever comes first.

They think about what the stranger said for a moment, nodding as if to show understanding. If the patch really was there, was that why they couldn't think as well as they did before this all happened? If there are bits and pieces of memories, what were things like when the patch was on?

They turn to where Adonis is pointing at, looking confused at what they're seeing. Why is there only a single ornament there? Who is the silhouette? It has so many questions, most of which don't even have answers. The words they want to say are all scrambled in their brain, yet it tries to look calm when facing the stranger once again.

I... think I somewhat understand. I can't exactly... find the words I need to say right now.

They suddenly spit out the questions their mind held onto a moment ago.

Sentinel looks around once more, a hint of worry visible on their face.

Why exactly are we all here? I slightly remember Tyria arguing with me about something... I was coded by zem. Zey were actually kind of nice to me, at least at one point... I don't fully understand why zey would do this.

Sentinel groggily wakes up, slowly trying to get themselves off of the ground as they feel blades of grass underneath their gauntlets. It doesn't remember being anywhere near here beforehand... but when did that happen? When was that so-called 'Before'? It tries to think, but their mind is blank.

They try to go back through their memories to figure out what happened. Yet, they can't think much of anything about what happened before waking up.

All they remember are the blurs of someone standing in front of them, arguing with it. Stubborness. That's the only thing they recall of the figure, not even their appearance. Its head throbs.

Memories wired in its code subconsciously tell them to look for John, or to look for anyone it can recognize from the army. Yet, as they slowly stand up, they see nothing but an empty field, with only a single, yet odd-looking tree.

It's lost.

So. Finally awake, huh?… Welcome to the party.

Sentinel seems confused. They're still trying to adjust themselves to the sudden change in environment, and... and they don't know who's talking to them. There's a hint of familiarity, but as soon as they try to grab onto that sliver... they slip, and fall right back into thinking the person right in front it is a stranger.

It doesn't entirely know how to ask that question at the moment. It can't find the words to ask who the stranger is, why they're here with them, even though these are all questions that have hints and pieces of familiarity, of memories, of experiences Sentinel's gone through.

[They seem rather mumbley, before clearing their throat.]

Sorry, this must be… Confusing. As a recap;

You’re stuck here with Hecx & I in the Hostage Corner unless Tyria asks for assistance, or Terro finally initiates the war. …Or we all succumb to being prisoners of our own bodies. Whatever comes first.

They think about what the stranger said for a moment, nodding as if to show understanding. If the patch really was there, was that why they couldn't think as well as they did before this all happened? If there are bits and pieces of memories, what were things like when the patch was on?

They turn to where Adonis is pointing at, looking confused at what they're seeing. Why is there only a single ornament there? Who is the silhouette? It has so many questions, most of which don't even have answers. The words they want to say are all scrambled in their brain, yet it tries to look calm when facing the stranger once again.

I... think I somewhat understand. I can't exactly... find the words I need to say right now.

They suddenly spit out the questions their mind held onto a moment ago.