#unknown anomaly

Maybe. I think so... back when a nice anon gave me a physical body, I had a lot of fun trying out different foods ;D

But I didn't try popcorn;( Buttt I got to try tacos! and sphagetti. Haha^^. ....... ? Hey, look those 3 are talking;D thought they'd argue again. I guess they're agreeing to be nice to each other.

[If Scripter thought his day( night? ) couldn't get any weirder, a group of unknown and un-nameable strangers suddenly spawning in their prison definitely brought them out of their wishful delusions.] [They had been prepared to shut off their systems for the time being until a loud bang echoed throughout the room.]

What the hell.

"Oh, dear me. It's my fault? look at yourself, Ellernate. You have freedom to run and go as you please. Why don't you be grateful and be quiet?"

"I wasn't the one who got us caught was I-"

"You're always pulling that card, if you didn't pull back on our plan, none of this would have happened!"

Hi?

"iTrapped. Ellernate.”

"I wasn't pulling back! I was doubting! You're always misconstruing my thoughts-"

"iTrapped. Ellernate. You two clearly haven't noticed, but we're not alone.”

.....

Hello!

"I have a very good reason as to why. Technology and education is a privilege, in most areas, mind you! I will not stand to have such rights wasted-" "Doom." "I supposed I could... excuse such mishaps if the speaker is a child, but if you're above the age of 12 or a hundred, you have no excuse to not know how to-" "DoomBringer." "I mean... please... It will prove an easier for the rest of us if-" "Abaddon, se Cwealmbrohta and Asteriuses Hælo, nede nu ond gehyre emnet hwīle." "...." "...My apologies, Ms. ReeseMcBlox." "I understand you're very... passionate... about language, far more than even Roblotim, but please. Don't hound them." "Sorry."

[Out of the computer... CAT?? - 15/20 ]

[ The Bringer of Doom RESTARTED! - 15/20]

Imagine someone who was once soo motherly become such a monster in your eyes...that must hurt a lot.

“I'll have to answer and hide this email as Reese isn't fond of seeing herself as any form of pain for other people. She's not violent, I'm just cautious of her.”

[[MrDoombringer spared a glance to the space behind him, where Reesemcblox appeared to be inspecting a couple trinkets stacked on the shelves, and Scripter was hiding inside a box with their tail up and ears pinned.]]

“Ms. Reese isn't... Horrible. To her prisoners. Not that she physically talks to them much either. It usually just depends of the scope of the crime. She isn't exactly the kindest the moment you get banned either though. She's the warden for a reason, and she has a job to do.“

“...I just didn't expect Scripter to be so... Adverse to her, unless they associate her with something. But for all I know, the only one they should be afraid of is...”

[[Doom let out a contemplative hum.]]

“Well, whomever trapped them here. And that person is most definitely not Ms. Reese. The most she would've done is artificially comatose them.”

“But Reesem wouldn't just let something like that happen under her wing, would she? Only someone above her could...”

”...Builderman knew. He's not the kind either to do that though...”

[Out of the computer... CAT?? - 8/20 ]

[ The Bringer of Doom RESTARTED! - 8/20]

[ Tears in one's eyes - 9/12 ]

[[The atmosphere froze with the weight of a presence far above the two already present in the room. A cold, dark silence that cast from the shadow standing by the door, looming over everyone. MrDoombringer pulled Scripter down to his chest as he faced the new addition to the claustrophobic space.]]

”Ms. Reesemcblox. Greetings.”

[[She was a grand, magnificent figure—with a face weathered from years of experience and existence, golden locks that spilled on the ground in strings, a lower body that imitated that of a pale horse, and an eye that, despite being perpetually closed, felt as if they could see through the both.]]

[[Reesemcblox hummed and looked ahead, halting in place as she processed the room she had suddenly been brought into. It was a place she left ignored, where no one but Builderman visited. To see herself inside, and not just that—but with MrDoombringer mysteriously inside as well, was quite the unpleasant surprise.]]

“Oh, Doombringer, dear.”

[[Despite the soft, almost motherly quality of her voice, it held a quality of eerie divinity to it. She moved forward slowly, tilting her head as she approached the peculiar sight. MrDoombringer in a room he shouldn't be in, and... A cat. A pale, white cat with long fur, its ears flattened and its tail curled between its legs.]]

“..Is there anything the matter? Any explanation for this affront?”

“We've been brought in here by the anons. So far, I find I'm unable to leave, and I assume the same of you.”

“And the cat?”

“....That's Scripter.”

[[Scripter meowed, curling up against Doombringer's clothes against Reesemcblox. She hummed, the air around her growing colder as she was informed of Scripter's predicament. Though she did not acknowledge it too much yet, and instead turned her attention back to Doom.]]

“Adorable, but I'd have to file this in once we are done with this mess. Please, keep them in company, Doombringer.”

“Understood.”

“Thank you, dear. As for you...”

[[She returned her focus back to Scripter, and reached out slowly to run her fingers through their fur.]]

“Behave, alright?”

[Out of the computer... CAT?? - 5/20 ]

[ The Bringer of Doom RESTARTED! - 5/20]

[The Last Unicorn - BEGIN! ]

− 💫

"I'm sure that even without me in the room, they can keep themselves safe."

[[Scripter was jumping around the room, testing their feline form with abject curiosity, though they stumbled on their own paws often. MrDoombringer was watching them closely, not being privy to seeing his new, smaller, subject incidentally harm themselves.]]

"...As safe as they can. They seem to be rather excited to have a physical form again. Hm?"

And makes doombringer stay another 20 asks

O_O You're gonna make me into a wh

[[One moment, they were stuck in that system as scattered pieces of data streams and code. The other, they were thrown back out the same way as before with a physical form. Though their landing was far softer this time—the world didn't get kinder at all. The hum of invisible ambience and lights seemed to pierce through their ears, and the smell of stale and burnt air felt stronger to them.]]

“Mrewo?”

[[What the fuck.]]

[[Scripter hissed at their own sound and bolted under a nearby shelf, finding it surprisingly easy to squeeze through the tiny gap. Although, MrDoombringer noticed immediately. It was hard not to notice the loud commotion. He sat up, staring blankly at the small, white cat that had hidden themselves under a dusty platform.]]

“...Scripter? How did a cat end up in....”

[[His eyes drifted towards the blue screens across the room from him, and the notable lack of an entity controlling them.]]

[[Ah. The cat WAS Scripter.]]

“...I have not a clue what to say.”

“Miaou.”

“Can you speak?”

“....”

[[Doombringer headed over and crouched down, peering through the small slit to find Scripter—or well, a cat version of them, with white fur and pale eyes, still slotted between random objects beneath the shelf. He let out a soft sigh and sat up properly again. He held his hand out, his voice dipping into levels that were far softer than the usual 'intimidating' tone everyone knew him for.]]

“Pspspspspsps. Scripter, hey. Come out.”

[[Scripter tentatively peek through the gap, which MrDoombringer took as opportunity to pick them up.]]

“There we are. Good kitty.”

[[Scripter have Doombringer a flat stare. But Doombringer only returned the stare with an amused chuckle.]]

“At the very least—you appear unscathed.”

“Mreeow.”

“Let's see, perhaps there's a way to help you speak...”

[Out of the computer.. CAT? - BEGIN]

[The Bringer of Doom - RESTARTED! ]

Usually, I'd ask how that'd work but I have learned that you anons can basically do anything.

Ow, my system feels glitchy???

[[Like a virus. Like a bug. Their memory bank felt scrambled inside their mind—and the world around the flickering holographys became a mere blur of colors and silhouettes. Scripter didn't feel “sad” at the moment, not that they know of at least—sure, they were upset that they lost their human body. But right now, it felt more like emptiness, and they could hardly classify that as feeling sad. Was it? Whatever it was. Scripter felt less miserable and more very annoyed.]]

Ow ow ow ow ow my eyes hurt

Wait, do I even have eyes @~@????

Okay, I'm going to ask. How are you doing th

“Scripter? You're glitching profusely.”

I'm fne, just aniter magoc thimhie. Ni biggoe.

I'm jst cpnfsed why am Icryng nw?? Im nit evnn sd. Thr magoc tjng only ssid

I'm nit suppsswd to cry all thegme am I???? Whtt

You're lnlysupposed to cry shen your sad. I'm not sad. Rigjt now arlesg. I'm a good maxhine!

“Scripter...”

[The Bringer of Doom - 11/20]