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❝ could you help me with something? ❞

⋙               ❝   WELL  of  course  I  can!   ❜

        He  was  always  EAGER  to  help!  Especially  when  APPROACHED  to  help?  WAS  IT  CHRISTMAS?  The  denture-headed  AI  spun  around  in  the  area,  excited  at  the  prospect.  OH  was  his  mind  BRIMMING  with  ideas  already.  .  .  TOO  BAD  he  doesn't  know  yet  WHAT  she  needs  help  with,  so  THOSE  ideas  were  probably  NOT  GREAT.

@thcbcys (Cassandra) || Plotted Starter.

Where was he going? Who knows! But Pump was having a great time all by himself, humming a merry tune as he crossed the street (not before looking first) and headed downtown. It was a nice, sunny afternoon and he was looking forward to spend it... however he had planned to spend it.

That was the idea, at least. But the course of his journey changed when he passed by a dark, shady-looking alleyway, and caught a glance of something that caught his interest.

(Wait.) He stopped on his tracks, the humming ceasing at the same time. Taking a couple steps back, he stood behind the corner and took a peek in.

A red-haired lady stood in the very back, reading some kind of large book. Nothing strange from a first glance, obviously, but it was not the lady what stood out to him. Watching carefully, the golden pentagram on the cover of the large tome shone, causing Pump's eyes to gleam with wonder and very, VERY vivid ideas.

In a blink, he had rushed to the dead end of the alleyway, and stood right in front of the woman with curiosity all over his face.

❝ Is that a spell book? ❞ Before she had the chance to respond, he gasped loudly. ❝ Can I read it?! ❞

Tweek wasn't anywhere near to being overweight or obese. Those pants sure are getting tight on him though, and Craig just couldn't help but stare at his boyfriend's great bottom. Should he be worried about his boyfriend's ass getting big? He couldn't resist it though... He just has to stare at it.

"Uhhhhhhh......."

How can he resist an ass so great like that?

Despite hearing Tweek's question, Craig's attention just couldn't draw away from the great ass.

Uh oh. There goes the tent.

Finally Craig cleared his throat and leaned himself onto the locker that was next to Tweek's, also crossing one leg over the other, hoping to hide that little tent of his.

Flustered, Craig tried to come up with some random bullshit to distract himself from... things.

"So... They're remaking Red Racer, and I'm not sure how to feel about that because the trailers looked like shit."

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Dark, gloomy, why had Cyn come out here? Something luring them perhaps in a signal, an old ghost beckoning them forward like a Siren leading someone off a cliff? Who knew, it was clues and curiosity that'd lead the little robot astray from the Bunker- reasons only the little Cyn knew. A camera near a facility spotting them, it was a ruined lab, yet a large tendril jolting forward and hurling them into its confines as a blast door rapidly opened and closed, sealing them in.

Thrown to the ground, there was... massive flesh infestations of a red, alien nature, similar to what would show when Cyn was possessed by The Absolute Solver- pulsing and living, near actual breathing in contrast. "You are... real. I can pick y̸̮̱̥̍-̷͎͚̪̞̟̔̇̈y̷̧̡͙͙͖̮̏́͗̓͋͠-̸̧̰̘̘̙̮̌̊͒̍̐͑y̴̲͖̼̘͊̈́͂̊̚͘ȍ̸̳̩̠u̷̙̹̤̱͓̻̍͝ up? Heh." At first a chuckle with Cyn's voice echoing in the background, it slowly devolved into full laughter of a voice that was familiar, yet not now, too much time had passed. It becoming demented in glee, akin to how Cyn nearly acted back then, but far more filled with malice, pain and hatred, whispers all around the original Cyn being heard from the past in this waking nightmare.

Yet it all suddenly stopped, the maddening silence as a calm voice immediately talked afterward. One that Cyn might only hear in a whisper or a dream from the past, yet not as it had changed, it had grown, "Do you know how long I have waited for this? How impossible I thought it would be to do this without betraying N and the others? Why, they let you free from Uzi? I will never know, but I am forever grateful."

A light shining nearby in a loud buzz, a shadowy figure illuminated in abstract horror on a raised platform, unable to see them entirely. The imagery maddening as it stood around seven-foot tall, a familiar figure, it had the stance of a duelist with both the 'family sword' and a plasma revolver cupped together, those eyes opening with two bright X's for pupils. "Let us begin," it calmly stated with a snap, those robotic hands receding into their wrists, Cyn dual-wielding the weapons and assuming the stance of a fencer; they'd glitch speed out of view immediately, chuckling, amused as if a madman from an asylum, they were getting closer, they were toying with the little Cyn.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Zzzz....

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Oh, come on.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Grrr...."

Solver-Snake-Cyn-Thing, cheeses crepes-- it's three in the morning, some of us are trying to sleep here!

The tapping from inside the tank on her desk kept getting more and more intense, and Uzi was trying her darndest to sleep through it (with no apparent avail). She had tried to cover her audio receptors with her pillow, but even that wasn't enough to muffle the sound of the tapping.

Eventually, the purple-thing couldn't take it anymore. She furiously exits sleep mode before she gets up-- wearing a black tank top, purple sleep mask, and some Invader Zim PJ pants-- then takes out some human finger-bones she got from outside that she kept in a jar, and walks over to the cage on top of her desk, angrily using her tail to throwing off it's black sheet. She's fully prepared to feed the dumb little snake, if that's what the problem happens to be this time.

It was funny.

Has he been inside of homes outside of Home or those of his friends? No...No, he can't quite recall that he has. But there was one comfort: At least the inside was warm and had no snow... right? Did it snow inside? Ha ha, that was something he was going to have to ask Barnaby when he saw him again! It could be fun to have snow indoors!

The puppet just sits there absently upon the couch, watching with unblinking dark eyes as the one who brought him in moves about. When they flop on the couch, it makes him bounce a little. Oh that was fun! Maybe he could do that some more in a little bit. Docile and calm, Wally doesn't really do much of anything... at least, until a question is asked of him.

Pleased as punch and calm as could be, he proceeds to turn his head.

@thcbcys said: "Quit fucking bragging" - Love Cyn

forgive her but, coming back from the dead with upgraded abilities feels like something she should be allowed to brag about. it's either that or trauma dump and bum everyone out. both her hands were stretched out, the solver's symbol flicker out as she waved it impressively. " ... aaand i can also use it with both my hands now " speech cuts off at the smaller drones input, hollowed eyes staring off blankly as she quickly replays what she just heard cyn say.

yeah. she thought she heard fuck.

her digit relax inward, the multicolored symbols fading away as she turns to her. head tilts to the side as she stares at in pure disbelief. she's not sure whether to be offended or worried she's becoming a bad influence on cyn.

uzi finally shakes her head, blinking herself back into existence after a few seconds of silence. hand raises to the temples of her visor, pinching the glass casing.