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Oh wow look at that you got at least something, ha 48 hours. LAUGHABLE. Of course your program would get results you. Your beautiful baybees.Ā
You click the notification.Ā
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:// Diip2hiit Notification!
Oh wow look at that you got at least something, ha 48 hours. LAUGHABLE. Of course your program would get results you. Your beautiful baybees.Ā
You click the notification.Ā
@hereticalsym69ls @roseredmutant @aberrantcadenza

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://run Diip2hiit.exe
OF COURSE you named it after your best friend. But no one needs to know that. Actually really no one knows that because you have this sucker locked up so tight that even the best of the best, not including you of course, wouldnāt be able to crack into it to change anything read anything or actually know what you get up to.Ā
ANYWAY you run the thing and it says your own pre-programmed warning that it can take up to 48 hours to connect. (Bullshit) And up to a week to find an individual (even more bullshit.) But of course you heed this and remind yourself that thereās only so much a computer can do.Ā
SO you send out the ping and a little empty honey comb pops up, empty, bees flying to and from it. Carrying little yellow balls ofĀ āpollenā to fill it up, yeah you made it cute, of course you made it cute, it makes the tension easier to handle.Ā
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This morning when you pass by the mirror with pancakes you stop a moment and look at your head. And lo. Also behold. Thereās a good 3 inches of hair that looks suspiciously like a universe.
Complete with shining stars, even if its only a few.
When you wake it's slow and you feel too warm and too groggy. But!! A glance in the mirror you see just the beginnings of deep greens, blues and purples at your roots.
You havenāt slept yet, not really.
You feel horrible, but at least the accursed day is done with.

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Well, thereās four more days and youāre not dead yet.
You still wonder if thatās a good thing, or if heās taking his time. Maybe he went and read your blog and decided to save you the trouble of trying to say anything in person, and just come to kill you after your birthday.
...Well, he doesnāt know when your birthday is. But a guy like him wonāt have any trouble getting his hands on such information.
Still...you hope not. You kinda wanna keep living.
Just in case, you go and pick up your guitar after itās been neglected for a few months. You want to play it. For all you know, you could die tomorrow.
You donāt bother going anywhere private. The whole house is empty right now anyway.
So you sit down right there on the couch, and start humming a soft tune while playing your instrument of choice.
The radio is on.
What a rare sound. There's actually something good on. Not that there never is. It's just that you usually find a good song, and when it's done, either a song you're bored with plays, or something you hate comes on next. Honestly, you have bad luck with these things.Ā
It seems to be your lucky morning though. Three good songs in a row? That's rare.
You're sprawled out on the couch, laying on your stomach. Your arms are resting on the armrest, and your head is on them as you just stare at the fireplace, ears occasionally twitching, and the tip of your tail moving from side to side.
Last night hadn't been a night for sleeping, really. That one picture still has you kind of creeped out.
As a result, there haven't been many nice dreams. Just nightmares of purple eyes and obsidian blades.
Definitely not a night for sleeping with those around.
How boring.
You finally come back inside after a while of sitting out in the rain. You're grateful that it did rain after what happened because you doubt you would've been able to recover by tomorrow if it hadn't.
The sound of rain relaxes you, as does the feeling of it. At least, as long as you know that you have somewhere to go.
You're fine now. You're okay and you're back to doing what you do best. Pushing away the bad thoughts and being happy.