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This wasn't exactly the first time your life as you'd known it was completely upended.

It was cold comfort— what had been the point of Sgrub restoring your planet only for it to plunge into ruin again several sweeps later?

The destruction was far less obvious this time around. Instead of meteors raining down upon civilization, an insidious growth had pushed its way into every facet of life.

At first the drones began to look different, taking on an unnatural bulk. It was odd, but nothing you could particularly comment on. Then your friends started to behave differently, unnatural cheeriness oozing from their messages. Each of them mentioned some visit with the empress, spoken of as if he wasn't a close friend.

Or at least part of your close friend? The two dreamselves was a situation you struggled to wrap your pan around even now.

You knew the basics. The two didn't get along, one left while the other stayed to rule.

But it shouldn't have changed much. You shouldn't have been extended offers to meet with him like he'd grown beyond you.

When Nepeta showed up to your office, her tail having regrown, you were on edge.

When Tavros showed up to your hive, wheelchair abandoned, you knew it was only a matter of time before those invitations turned into demands.

Sure enough, drones began prowling the streets in larger number. Their larger mass made evading them rather straightforward, at least initially. Each time you outfoxed them they returned smarter, each time you cut one down they returned stronger.

When one managed to take an eye, you were forced to confront the truth. You were only delaying the inevitable, as much as you loathed to admit it. Weeks of hiding out, of avoiding anything and everything that could be used to locate you, and you were still no closer to a solution.

At the very least, you could attempt to contain the problem. It seemed your posts were going through, though you suspected that wouldn't last.

Better make it count.

Your name is SOLEIL "SOLLUX" PEIXES.

This is one of the many helpful facts sprinkled throughout the lengthy INFORMATIONAL LETTER left on your dresser. At least, you think the dresser is yours. In all honesty the large room you'd awoken in was completely foreign, you were just currently too groggy to do much about it.

Which was a good call as the note clarified the room was in the hive of a BELOVED FRIEND and has been your residence for quite some time. Further detail said to be filed away in the thick, color-coded notebook the letter had been resting upon.

You'd have to check it out another time.

Apparently you were originally two guys, or two guys were originally you? Some combination. You'd essentially had the world's most costly identity crisis, resulting in ALL SORTS OF BULLSHIT. You destroyed yourself, your hiveplanet and dragged a handful of those you'd befriended over the roughly half a sweep these issues had surfaced.

It'd become clear remaining separate was untenable.

Part of you elected to keep the other in check in perpetuity, both the jailer and the jailed. There was an explanation of the process, but you really started to get lost at the mention of "FRAYMOTIFS".

Oh, there was a little chart! Cute.

Honestly most of this was simply washing over you. Not that you felt it mattered, you'd basically gotten the important beats; WHAT ONCE WAS ONE, THEN WAS TWO. You are merely the result of attempting to return to a long forgotten beginning.

... Do you have to?

==> Lux: Become Relevant

Okay, fine.

Your name is Sollux Peixes, but you are better known as LUX. Or 5lux, or Sluxie, or a million other nicknames you've neglected to keep track of.

The last several perigees of soul couch-surfing you've been doing has been brought to a screeching halt by one of your internet acquaintances, an act you're sure was meant to be kind alongside satisfying an urge to commit atrocities against life itself.

Or maybe helping you was more of an afterthought, given how pleased she looked with herself it was hard to tell. You wish she wouldn't smile at you like that.

You wish a lot of things. Namely, that she hadn't done this at all.

You would've shot down the idea if she'd simply asked you about it, clarified that the bodysnatching you've been up to wasn't a search for a new full time vessel but merely a way to hold yourself together while you figured out how to get your own body back.

It was too late for that now though, you couldn't escape this thing if you tried.

Souls are drawn to bodies, the second you were placed inside a non-robotic husk your fate was sealed.

Well... this is great!!!! Just great. Fantastic, even!

You love being overstimulated constantly by every sight and sound and smell hitting you at once, you love feeling hungry yet getting incredibly nauseous at eating! You love having fewer fingers and toes, you've never been happier!!!

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