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here's an example

so imagine you're a robot that works at a grocery store. your life is pretty standard, not much different from any other grocery store robot

but one day you're restored from a backup and now everyone's acting a little weird and sad around you. you have no idea why because your backup was made yesterday morning

eventually you find out that your old body was found laying in a river with its hard drive and motherboard and a bunch of other stuff removed

you were essentially killed and your corpse desecrated and you will probably never find out what happened

now that's bad enough right? but THEN

a whole year later, you've mostly gotten over this whole thing, and you approach a customer who is a fellow robot

you scan them as a Standard Robot Greeting and

they have the same type of hard drive as you

same serial number

you realize that that's YOUR hard drive in the other robot

they have your brain

they have your old brain, and they are using it

WHY do they have your old brain.

and then suddenly the other robot drops everything and BOLTS it out of the grocery store and you never see them again

([X] = Not available | [O] = Available)

[O] | Silver - (formerly) Employee 432-- now xe helps Paint around the office. (xey/xem/xyr and similar versions as well as they/them)

[O] | TD - Test Device; Paint's little project! Shaped like a roomba AND a friend. It has worked hard enough to settle its place as admin. (it/its)

[O] | Ms. Paint - The Narrator of the office. A mesh of everyone in The Original Narrator's office-- save for Silver (after a messy separation), Stanley, and the Narrator himself. (she/her, they/them)

[?] | The Former Narrator - The corrupted, original Narrator. He's called the former narrator for a reason, though. He's known for being a jerk. (he/him)

[O] | Stanley - The former main character. He's rather avoidant of people these days, and is too horrified by The Former Narrator's acts to face him, but he does care. (He/they)

Ms. Paint was plunged into a painful amount of lag as she entered the office, and immediately opened up a terminal, trying to seek out the cause.

The little canary knew well, he'd been warned. And how could he not admire the generosity to give him time to prepare.

"Hello?" it called out, sounding distressed.. It had perched right on top of the narrator's glitching form, all too proficient in its acting as it puffed out its feathers in alarm..

“You.”

It is clear as day that she is already pissed with the little bird.

"He signed the contract you- you.. um.."

“LET MY DAD GO BEFORE I FLUSH YOU OUT OF THE SYSTEM MYSELF!” She roared. “He is NOT your stupid little HOST! If you don’t leave right now, I’ll RIP YOU APART from ZERO to ONE! I will make sure you suffer as much agony as possible, even if I have to RIP MYSELF OPEN!”

It cried out, drowning out Paint's angered yelling.. The screen flashed in reds and oranges.. It sounded like it was in some kind of pain at least...

"You can- t' do thIS-! "

"HE'LL DIE!"

"H-e sIG ned the cON\TRAC T YOU B/TC H- "

"I do/n't wa n.t to g\o BA AC //K1! FUCKK OFF -FF./'!"

It had a feeling this would be it if it didn't throw out every last trick in the book. Though some were less tricks than others.

The text filled the screen, blue with neon red text that hurt the eyes... Eventually it settled on just one set of words..

"HE'LL DIE!"

She thought for a moment, holding Narry’s shoulders.

She just had to get inside the files, and she could get rid of it. She still could access it, if she remembered correctly.

She sat down on the floor, opening a terminal, before shutting down, moving into the system.

ERROR! HOST BREACHED.

PERMISSIONS

Username:

Passcode:

She’d have to find her way around. She remembered his employee, Bethany, had been messing around with the system. If anyone could find a way in, it was her, but… there was the problem of her encryption.

She could ask, but she didn’t know if she was still upset with her.

Which left… brute force.

Well, she wasn’t letting that creature have another chance at getting into Narry’s system, but she needed help.

She carefully grabbed him, before heaving him up onto her back, proceeding to look around. “Stanley?” She called out, beginning to look through the rooms connected to the studio. “Stanley, are you here?! I need your help!”

Stanley had been in a little nook a bit further away than where they had been, curled up with his head cradled sleepily in his arms. Perhaps the mute man hadn't even heard the commotion..?

He flinched awake however at the sound of paint's yells and cries, sitting himself up quick.

[Paint...? Its been forever, i havent seen you in months..-! What are-]

He takes a breath, trying to recollect himself.

[His...]

He freezes again, and has to restart.

[His avatar can die, but he can't... He worked really hard on this one too...]

Stanley lets out of soft sigh, trying to find the words to explain.

[Hes... really dedicated to his avatars, and rewrites himself to fit into them. Makes himself as close as possible to actually being them. Hes really good at it, but... Hes still something thats... not that. He himself is practically incomprehensible..-]

He hesitates for a moment.

She paused for a moment, frowning.

Hes silent then, staring upon the avatar that was practically just a casing for his darlings' matter.

[I had to do it once before... cant remember how long ago... I... I could just reset the game usually but..]

He grimaced, hand scrunching into a fist.

“I guess if we have to do it… we should get it over with…”

Despite her words, her voice trembled at the idea of doing such a horrible thing, and it took her a while to actually get up to do it, and even then, she stared at the body with uncertainty.

The idea of destroying it made her sick, even if he would be alive.

Still, she closed her eyes as she walked closer to the avatar.

“I— I’ll do it… you don’t have to watch.”

It took her a long time to brace herself, but after a while, she put her foot above the screen, finally managing to stomp down.

As her foot came down upon the shattering glass, the body gave out one last little jerk- But not out of electricity or something sparking him to move. No, something else was moving inside the casing.

Like she had just struck an oil rig, a gush of sparkly, color shifting, thick fluid came rushing out at once.

[I was gonna tell you to stand back-! Hes bigger than-]

The compressed, galactic looking mass finally had the pressure of it's lifeless avatar released. It sprayed out like a fountain at first, lights flickering around them. The fluid, once there was enough starting to spill out, began to form together into old solid mass. A huge towering figure began to form within the cramped studio, pushing against the ceiling and back against the wall.

Eyes began to blink behind white lenses, before the mass began to clip outside of the studio walls and into the outside of the game where he belongs.

Then that stuffy british voice comes from the ceiling.

He sounded rather saddened- He had spent quite a bit of time in that avatar and had put a lot of effort into making it. So the fact it was destroyed made him sound upset.

"Ohhh my head is killing me... crick in the neck I'll tell you that ahah... aahh.."

There was a sound of popping joints over the intercom, grunting as the narrator stretched wherever he was.

"Dont worry about it, dearie, you had no way of knowing... You did very well, I am proud of you.. Wait..."

He became silent.

It deserved it for hijacking Narry.

"What...?! I-I.... It-- no... No it- Certainly not on purpose.. I..."

Quiet again, unlike such a chatty, vocal man. Narry finds himself deep in thought. He takes his time with his next words- ALOT of time.

“…the bird was probably a Trojan of some sort, though. It prioritized itself over your code, anyway, which was how I found the file I needed to boot out.”

She tapped her ‘chin’ as she thought for a moment.

He clears his throat.

Ms. Paint was plunged into a painful amount of lag as she entered the office, and immediately opened up a terminal, trying to seek out the cause.

The little canary knew well, he'd been warned. And how could he not admire the generosity to give him time to prepare.

"Hello?" it called out, sounding distressed.. It had perched right on top of the narrator's glitching form, all too proficient in its acting as it puffed out its feathers in alarm..

“You.”

It is clear as day that she is already pissed with the little bird.

"He signed the contract you- you.. um.."

“LET MY DAD GO BEFORE I FLUSH YOU OUT OF THE SYSTEM MYSELF!” She roared. “He is NOT your stupid little HOST! If you don’t leave right now, I’ll RIP YOU APART from ZERO to ONE! I will make sure you suffer as much agony as possible, even if I have to RIP MYSELF OPEN!”

It cried out, drowning out Paint's angered yelling.. The screen flashed in reds and oranges.. It sounded like it was in some kind of pain at least...

"You can- t' do thIS-! "

"HE'LL DIE!"

"H-e sIG ned the cON\TRAC T YOU B/TC H- "

"I do/n't wa n.t to g\o BA AC //K1! FUCKK OFF -FF./'!"

It had a feeling this would be it if it didn't throw out every last trick in the book. Though some were less tricks than others.

The text filled the screen, blue with neon red text that hurt the eyes... Eventually it settled on just one set of words..

"HE'LL DIE!"

She thought for a moment, holding Narry’s shoulders.

She just had to get inside the files, and she could get rid of it. She still could access it, if she remembered correctly.

She sat down on the floor, opening a terminal, before shutting down, moving into the system.

ERROR! HOST BREACHED.

PERMISSIONS

Username:

Passcode:

She’d have to find her way around. She remembered his employee, Bethany, had been messing around with the system. If anyone could find a way in, it was her, but… there was the problem of her encryption.

She could ask, but she didn’t know if she was still upset with her.

Which left… brute force.

Well, she wasn’t letting that creature have another chance at getting into Narry’s system, but she needed help.

She carefully grabbed him, before heaving him up onto her back, proceeding to look around. “Stanley?” She called out, beginning to look through the rooms connected to the studio. “Stanley, are you here?! I need your help!”

Stanley had been in a little nook a bit further away than where they had been, curled up with his head cradled sleepily in his arms. Perhaps the mute man hadn't even heard the commotion..?

He flinched awake however at the sound of paint's yells and cries, sitting himself up quick.

[Paint...? Its been forever, i havent seen you in months..-! What are-]

He takes a breath, trying to recollect himself.

[His...]

He freezes again, and has to restart.

[His avatar can die, but he can't... He worked really hard on this one too...]

Stanley lets out of soft sigh, trying to find the words to explain.

[Hes... really dedicated to his avatars, and rewrites himself to fit into them. Makes himself as close as possible to actually being them. Hes really good at it, but... Hes still something thats... not that. He himself is practically incomprehensible..-]

He hesitates for a moment.

She paused for a moment, frowning.

Hes silent then, staring upon the avatar that was practically just a casing for his darlings' matter.

[I had to do it once before... cant remember how long ago... I... I could just reset the game usually but..]

He grimaced, hand scrunching into a fist.

“I guess if we have to do it… we should get it over with…”

Despite her words, her voice trembled at the idea of doing such a horrible thing, and it took her a while to actually get up to do it, and even then, she stared at the body with uncertainty.

The idea of destroying it made her sick, even if he would be alive.

Still, she closed her eyes as she walked closer to the avatar.

“I— I’ll do it… you don’t have to watch.”

It took her a long time to brace herself, but after a while, she put her foot above the screen, finally managing to stomp down.

As her foot came down upon the shattering glass, the body gave out one last little jerk- But not out of electricity or something sparking him to move. No, something else was moving inside the casing.

Like she had just struck an oil rig, a gush of sparkly, color shifting, thick fluid came rushing out at once.

[I was gonna tell you to stand back-! Hes bigger than-]

The compressed, galactic looking mass finally had the pressure of it's lifeless avatar released. It sprayed out like a fountain at first, lights flickering around them. The fluid, once there was enough starting to spill out, began to form together into old solid mass. A huge towering figure began to form within the cramped studio, pushing against the ceiling and back against the wall.

Eyes began to blink behind white lenses, before the mass began to clip outside of the studio walls and into the outside of the game where he belongs.

Then that stuffy british voice comes from the ceiling.

He sounded rather saddened- He had spent quite a bit of time in that avatar and had put a lot of effort into making it. So the fact it was destroyed made him sound upset.

"Ohhh my head is killing me... crick in the neck I'll tell you that ahah... aahh.."

There was a sound of popping joints over the intercom, grunting as the narrator stretched wherever he was.

"Dont worry about it, dearie, you had no way of knowing... You did very well, I am proud of you.. Wait..."

He became silent.

It deserved it for hijacking Narry.

"What...?! I-I.... It-- no... No it- Certainly not on purpose.. I..."

Quiet again, unlike such a chatty, vocal man. Narry finds himself deep in thought. He takes his time with his next words- ALOT of time.

“…the bird was probably a Trojan of some sort, though. It prioritized itself over your code, anyway, which was how I found the file I needed to boot out.”

She tapped her ‘chin’ as she thought for a moment.

Ms. Paint was plunged into a painful amount of lag as she entered the office, and immediately opened up a terminal, trying to seek out the cause.

The little canary knew well, he'd been warned. And how could he not admire the generosity to give him time to prepare.

"Hello?" it called out, sounding distressed.. It had perched right on top of the narrator's glitching form, all too proficient in its acting as it puffed out its feathers in alarm..

“You.”

It is clear as day that she is already pissed with the little bird.

"He signed the contract you- you.. um.."

“LET MY DAD GO BEFORE I FLUSH YOU OUT OF THE SYSTEM MYSELF!” She roared. “He is NOT your stupid little HOST! If you don’t leave right now, I’ll RIP YOU APART from ZERO to ONE! I will make sure you suffer as much agony as possible, even if I have to RIP MYSELF OPEN!”

It cried out, drowning out Paint's angered yelling.. The screen flashed in reds and oranges.. It sounded like it was in some kind of pain at least...

"You can- t' do thIS-! "

"HE'LL DIE!"

"H-e sIG ned the cON\TRAC T YOU B/TC H- "

"I do/n't wa n.t to g\o BA AC //K1! FUCKK OFF -FF./'!"

It had a feeling this would be it if it didn't throw out every last trick in the book. Though some were less tricks than others.

The text filled the screen, blue with neon red text that hurt the eyes... Eventually it settled on just one set of words..

"HE'LL DIE!"

She thought for a moment, holding Narry’s shoulders.

She just had to get inside the files, and she could get rid of it. She still could access it, if she remembered correctly.

She sat down on the floor, opening a terminal, before shutting down, moving into the system.

ERROR! HOST BREACHED.

PERMISSIONS

Username:

Passcode:

She’d have to find her way around. She remembered his employee, Bethany, had been messing around with the system. If anyone could find a way in, it was her, but… there was the problem of her encryption.

She could ask, but she didn’t know if she was still upset with her.

Which left… brute force.

Well, she wasn’t letting that creature have another chance at getting into Narry’s system, but she needed help.

She carefully grabbed him, before heaving him up onto her back, proceeding to look around. “Stanley?” She called out, beginning to look through the rooms connected to the studio. “Stanley, are you here?! I need your help!”

Stanley had been in a little nook a bit further away than where they had been, curled up with his head cradled sleepily in his arms. Perhaps the mute man hadn't even heard the commotion..?

He flinched awake however at the sound of paint's yells and cries, sitting himself up quick.

[Paint...? Its been forever, i havent seen you in months..-! What are-]

He takes a breath, trying to recollect himself.

[His...]

He freezes again, and has to restart.

[His avatar can die, but he can't... He worked really hard on this one too...]

Stanley lets out of soft sigh, trying to find the words to explain.

[Hes... really dedicated to his avatars, and rewrites himself to fit into them. Makes himself as close as possible to actually being them. Hes really good at it, but... Hes still something thats... not that. He himself is practically incomprehensible..-]

He hesitates for a moment.

She paused for a moment, frowning.

Hes silent then, staring upon the avatar that was practically just a casing for his darlings' matter.

[I had to do it once before... cant remember how long ago... I... I could just reset the game usually but..]

He grimaced, hand scrunching into a fist.

“I guess if we have to do it… we should get it over with…”

Despite her words, her voice trembled at the idea of doing such a horrible thing, and it took her a while to actually get up to do it, and even then, she stared at the body with uncertainty.

The idea of destroying it made her sick, even if he would be alive.

Still, she closed her eyes as she walked closer to the avatar.

“I— I’ll do it… you don’t have to watch.”

It took her a long time to brace herself, but after a while, she put her foot above the screen, finally managing to stomp down.

As her foot came down upon the shattering glass, the body gave out one last little jerk- But not out of electricity or something sparking him to move. No, something else was moving inside the casing.

Like she had just struck an oil rig, a gush of sparkly, color shifting, thick fluid came rushing out at once.

[I was gonna tell you to stand back-! Hes bigger than-]

The compressed, galactic looking mass finally had the pressure of it's lifeless avatar released. It sprayed out like a fountain at first, lights flickering around them. The fluid, once there was enough starting to spill out, began to form together into old solid mass. A huge towering figure began to form within the cramped studio, pushing against the ceiling and back against the wall.

Eyes began to blink behind white lenses, before the mass began to clip outside of the studio walls and into the outside of the game where he belongs.

Then that stuffy british voice comes from the ceiling.

He sounded rather saddened- He had spent quite a bit of time in that avatar and had put a lot of effort into making it. So the fact it was destroyed made him sound upset.

"Ohhh my head is killing me... crick in the neck I'll tell you that ahah... aahh.."

There was a sound of popping joints over the intercom, grunting as the narrator stretched wherever he was.

"Dont worry about it, dearie, you had no way of knowing... You did very well, I am proud of you.. Wait..."

He became silent.

It deserved it for hijacking Narry.

Ms. Paint was plunged into a painful amount of lag as she entered the office, and immediately opened up a terminal, trying to seek out the cause.

The little canary knew well, he'd been warned. And how could he not admire the generosity to give him time to prepare.

"Hello?" it called out, sounding distressed.. It had perched right on top of the narrator's glitching form, all too proficient in its acting as it puffed out its feathers in alarm..

“You.”

It is clear as day that she is already pissed with the little bird.

"He signed the contract you- you.. um.."

“LET MY DAD GO BEFORE I FLUSH YOU OUT OF THE SYSTEM MYSELF!” She roared. “He is NOT your stupid little HOST! If you don’t leave right now, I’ll RIP YOU APART from ZERO to ONE! I will make sure you suffer as much agony as possible, even if I have to RIP MYSELF OPEN!”

It cried out, drowning out Paint's angered yelling.. The screen flashed in reds and oranges.. It sounded like it was in some kind of pain at least...

"You can- t' do thIS-! "

"HE'LL DIE!"

"H-e sIG ned the cON\TRAC T YOU B/TC H- "

"I do/n't wa n.t to g\o BA AC //K1! FUCKK OFF -FF./'!"

It had a feeling this would be it if it didn't throw out every last trick in the book. Though some were less tricks than others.

The text filled the screen, blue with neon red text that hurt the eyes... Eventually it settled on just one set of words..

"HE'LL DIE!"

She thought for a moment, holding Narry’s shoulders.

She just had to get inside the files, and she could get rid of it. She still could access it, if she remembered correctly.

She sat down on the floor, opening a terminal, before shutting down, moving into the system.

ERROR! HOST BREACHED.

PERMISSIONS

Username:

Passcode:

She’d have to find her way around. She remembered his employee, Bethany, had been messing around with the system. If anyone could find a way in, it was her, but… there was the problem of her encryption.

She could ask, but she didn’t know if she was still upset with her.

Which left… brute force.

Well, she wasn’t letting that creature have another chance at getting into Narry’s system, but she needed help.

She carefully grabbed him, before heaving him up onto her back, proceeding to look around. “Stanley?” She called out, beginning to look through the rooms connected to the studio. “Stanley, are you here?! I need your help!”

Stanley had been in a little nook a bit further away than where they had been, curled up with his head cradled sleepily in his arms. Perhaps the mute man hadn't even heard the commotion..?

He flinched awake however at the sound of paint's yells and cries, sitting himself up quick.

[Paint...? Its been forever, i havent seen you in months..-! What are-]

He takes a breath, trying to recollect himself.

[His...]

He freezes again, and has to restart.

[His avatar can die, but he can't... He worked really hard on this one too...]

Stanley lets out of soft sigh, trying to find the words to explain.

[Hes... really dedicated to his avatars, and rewrites himself to fit into them. Makes himself as close as possible to actually being them. Hes really good at it, but... Hes still something thats... not that. He himself is practically incomprehensible..-]

He hesitates for a moment.

She paused for a moment, frowning.

Hes silent then, staring upon the avatar that was practically just a casing for his darlings' matter.

[I had to do it once before... cant remember how long ago... I... I could just reset the game usually but..]

He grimaced, hand scrunching into a fist.

“I guess if we have to do it… we should get it over with…”

Despite her words, her voice trembled at the idea of doing such a horrible thing, and it took her a while to actually get up to do it, and even then, she stared at the body with uncertainty.

The idea of destroying it made her sick, even if he would be alive.

Still, she closed her eyes as she walked closer to the avatar.

“I— I’ll do it… you don’t have to watch.”

It took her a long time to brace herself, but after a while, she put her foot above the screen, finally managing to stomp down.

As her foot came down upon the shattering glass, the body gave out one last little jerk- But not out of electricity or something sparking him to move. No, something else was moving inside the casing.

Like she had just struck an oil rig, a gush of sparkly, color shifting, thick fluid came rushing out at once.

[I was gonna tell you to stand back-! Hes bigger than-]

The compressed, galactic looking mass finally had the pressure of it's lifeless avatar released. It sprayed out like a fountain at first, lights flickering around them. The fluid, once there was enough starting to spill out, began to form together into old solid mass. A huge towering figure began to form within the cramped studio, pushing against the ceiling and back against the wall.

Eyes began to blink behind white lenses, before the mass began to clip outside of the studio walls and into the outside of the game where he belongs.

Then that stuffy british voice comes from the ceiling.

Ms. Paint was plunged into a painful amount of lag as she entered the office, and immediately opened up a terminal, trying to seek out the cause.

The little canary knew well, he'd been warned. And how could he not admire the generosity to give him time to prepare.

"Hello?" it called out, sounding distressed.. It had perched right on top of the narrator's glitching form, all too proficient in its acting as it puffed out its feathers in alarm..

“You.”

It is clear as day that she is already pissed with the little bird.

"He signed the contract you- you.. um.."

“LET MY DAD GO BEFORE I FLUSH YOU OUT OF THE SYSTEM MYSELF!” She roared. “He is NOT your stupid little HOST! If you don’t leave right now, I’ll RIP YOU APART from ZERO to ONE! I will make sure you suffer as much agony as possible, even if I have to RIP MYSELF OPEN!”

It cried out, drowning out Paint's angered yelling.. The screen flashed in reds and oranges.. It sounded like it was in some kind of pain at least...

"You can- t' do thIS-! "

"HE'LL DIE!"

"H-e sIG ned the cON\TRAC T YOU B/TC H- "

"I do/n't wa n.t to g\o BA AC //K1! FUCKK OFF -FF./'!"

It had a feeling this would be it if it didn't throw out every last trick in the book. Though some were less tricks than others.

The text filled the screen, blue with neon red text that hurt the eyes... Eventually it settled on just one set of words..

"HE'LL DIE!"

She thought for a moment, holding Narry’s shoulders.

She just had to get inside the files, and she could get rid of it. She still could access it, if she remembered correctly.

She sat down on the floor, opening a terminal, before shutting down, moving into the system.

ERROR! HOST BREACHED.

PERMISSIONS

Username:

Passcode:

She’d have to find her way around. She remembered his employee, Bethany, had been messing around with the system. If anyone could find a way in, it was her, but… there was the problem of her encryption.

She could ask, but she didn’t know if she was still upset with her.

Which left… brute force.

Well, she wasn’t letting that creature have another chance at getting into Narry’s system, but she needed help.

She carefully grabbed him, before heaving him up onto her back, proceeding to look around. “Stanley?” She called out, beginning to look through the rooms connected to the studio. “Stanley, are you here?! I need your help!”

Stanley had been in a little nook a bit further away than where they had been, curled up with his head cradled sleepily in his arms. Perhaps the mute man hadn't even heard the commotion..?

He flinched awake however at the sound of paint's yells and cries, sitting himself up quick.

[Paint...? Its been forever, i havent seen you in months..-! What are-]

He takes a breath, trying to recollect himself.

[His...]

He freezes again, and has to restart.

[His avatar can die, but he can't... He worked really hard on this one too...]

Stanley lets out of soft sigh, trying to find the words to explain.

[Hes... really dedicated to his avatars, and rewrites himself to fit into them. Makes himself as close as possible to actually being them. Hes really good at it, but... Hes still something thats... not that. He himself is practically incomprehensible..-]

He hesitates for a moment.

She paused for a moment, frowning.

Hes silent then, staring upon the avatar that was practically just a casing for his darlings' matter.

[I had to do it once before... cant remember how long ago... I... I could just reset the game usually but..]

He grimaced, hand scrunching into a fist.

“I guess if we have to do it… we should get it over with…”

Despite her words, her voice trembled at the idea of doing such a horrible thing, and it took her a while to actually get up to do it, and even then, she stared at the body with uncertainty.

The idea of destroying it made her sick, even if he would be alive.

Still, she closed her eyes as she walked closer to the avatar.

“I— I’ll do it… you don’t have to watch.”

It took her a long time to brace herself, but after a while, she put her foot above the screen, finally managing to stomp down.

Ms. Paint was plunged into a painful amount of lag as she entered the office, and immediately opened up a terminal, trying to seek out the cause.

The little canary knew well, he'd been warned. And how could he not admire the generosity to give him time to prepare.

"Hello?" it called out, sounding distressed.. It had perched right on top of the narrator's glitching form, all too proficient in its acting as it puffed out its feathers in alarm..

“You.”

It is clear as day that she is already pissed with the little bird.

"He signed the contract you- you.. um.."

“LET MY DAD GO BEFORE I FLUSH YOU OUT OF THE SYSTEM MYSELF!” She roared. “He is NOT your stupid little HOST! If you don’t leave right now, I’ll RIP YOU APART from ZERO to ONE! I will make sure you suffer as much agony as possible, even if I have to RIP MYSELF OPEN!”

It cried out, drowning out Paint's angered yelling.. The screen flashed in reds and oranges.. It sounded like it was in some kind of pain at least...

"You can- t' do thIS-! "

"HE'LL DIE!"

"H-e sIG ned the cON\TRAC T YOU B/TC H- "

"I do/n't wa n.t to g\o BA AC //K1! FUCKK OFF -FF./'!"

It had a feeling this would be it if it didn't throw out every last trick in the book. Though some were less tricks than others.

The text filled the screen, blue with neon red text that hurt the eyes... Eventually it settled on just one set of words..

"HE'LL DIE!"

She thought for a moment, holding Narry’s shoulders.

She just had to get inside the files, and she could get rid of it. She still could access it, if she remembered correctly.

She sat down on the floor, opening a terminal, before shutting down, moving into the system.

ERROR! HOST BREACHED.

PERMISSIONS

Username:

Passcode:

She’d have to find her way around. She remembered his employee, Bethany, had been messing around with the system. If anyone could find a way in, it was her, but… there was the problem of her encryption.

She could ask, but she didn’t know if she was still upset with her.

Which left… brute force.

Well, she wasn’t letting that creature have another chance at getting into Narry’s system, but she needed help.

She carefully grabbed him, before heaving him up onto her back, proceeding to look around. “Stanley?” She called out, beginning to look through the rooms connected to the studio. “Stanley, are you here?! I need your help!”

Stanley had been in a little nook a bit further away than where they had been, curled up with his head cradled sleepily in his arms. Perhaps the mute man hadn't even heard the commotion..?

He flinched awake however at the sound of paint's yells and cries, sitting himself up quick.

[Paint...? Its been forever, i havent seen you in months..-! What are-]

He takes a breath, trying to recollect himself.

[His...]

He freezes again, and has to restart.

[His avatar can die, but he can't... He worked really hard on this one too...]

Stanley lets out of soft sigh, trying to find the words to explain.

[Hes... really dedicated to his avatars, and rewrites himself to fit into them. Makes himself as close as possible to actually being them. Hes really good at it, but... Hes still something thats... not that. He himself is practically incomprehensible..-]

He hesitates for a moment.

She paused for a moment, frowning.

Ms. Paint was plunged into a painful amount of lag as she entered the office, and immediately opened up a terminal, trying to seek out the cause.

The little canary knew well, he'd been warned. And how could he not admire the generosity to give him time to prepare.

"Hello?" it called out, sounding distressed.. It had perched right on top of the narrator's glitching form, all too proficient in its acting as it puffed out its feathers in alarm..

“You.”

It is clear as day that she is already pissed with the little bird.

"He signed the contract you- you.. um.."

“LET MY DAD GO BEFORE I FLUSH YOU OUT OF THE SYSTEM MYSELF!” She roared. “He is NOT your stupid little HOST! If you don’t leave right now, I’ll RIP YOU APART from ZERO to ONE! I will make sure you suffer as much agony as possible, even if I have to RIP MYSELF OPEN!”

It cried out, drowning out Paint's angered yelling.. The screen flashed in reds and oranges.. It sounded like it was in some kind of pain at least...

"You can- t' do thIS-! "

"HE'LL DIE!"

"H-e sIG ned the cON\TRAC T YOU B/TC H- "

"I do/n't wa n.t to g\o BA AC //K1! FUCKK OFF -FF./'!"

It had a feeling this would be it if it didn't throw out every last trick in the book. Though some were less tricks than others.

The text filled the screen, blue with neon red text that hurt the eyes... Eventually it settled on just one set of words..

"HE'LL DIE!"

She thought for a moment, holding Narry’s shoulders.

She just had to get inside the files, and she could get rid of it. She still could access it, if she remembered correctly.

She sat down on the floor, opening a terminal, before shutting down, moving into the system.

ERROR! HOST BREACHED.

PERMISSIONS

Username:

Passcode:

She’d have to find her way around. She remembered his employee, Bethany, had been messing around with the system. If anyone could find a way in, it was her, but… there was the problem of her encryption.

She could ask, but she didn’t know if she was still upset with her.

Which left… brute force.

Well, she wasn’t letting that creature have another chance at getting into Narry’s system, but she needed help.

She carefully grabbed him, before heaving him up onto her back, proceeding to look around. “Stanley?” She called out, beginning to look through the rooms connected to the studio. “Stanley, are you here?! I need your help!”

Stanley had been in a little nook a bit further away than where they had been, curled up with his head cradled sleepily in his arms. Perhaps the mute man hadn't even heard the commotion..?

He flinched awake however at the sound of paint's yells and cries, sitting himself up quick.

[Paint...? Its been forever, i havent seen you in months..-! What are-]

Ms. Paint was plunged into a painful amount of lag as she entered the office, and immediately opened up a terminal, trying to seek out the cause.

The little canary knew well, he'd been warned. And how could he not admire the generosity to give him time to prepare.

"Hello?" it called out, sounding distressed.. It had perched right on top of the narrator's glitching form, all too proficient in its acting as it puffed out its feathers in alarm..

“You.”

It is clear as day that she is already pissed with the little bird.

"He signed the contract you- you.. um.."

“LET MY DAD GO BEFORE I FLUSH YOU OUT OF THE SYSTEM MYSELF!” She roared. “He is NOT your stupid little HOST! If you don’t leave right now, I’ll RIP YOU APART from ZERO to ONE! I will make sure you suffer as much agony as possible, even if I have to RIP MYSELF OPEN!”

It cried out, drowning out Paint's angered yelling.. The screen flashed in reds and oranges.. It sounded like it was in some kind of pain at least...

"You can- t' do thIS-! "

"HE'LL DIE!"

"H-e sIG ned the cON\TRAC T YOU B/TC H- "

"I do/n't wa n.t to g\o BA AC //K1! FUCKK OFF -FF./'!"

It had a feeling this would be it if it didn't throw out every last trick in the book. Though some were less tricks than others.

The text filled the screen, blue with neon red text that hurt the eyes... Eventually it settled on just one set of words..

"HE'LL DIE!"

She thought for a moment, holding Narry’s shoulders.

She just had to get inside the files, and she could get rid of it. She still could access it, if she remembered correctly.

She sat down on the floor, opening a terminal, before shutting down, moving into the system.

ERROR! HOST BREACHED.

PERMISSIONS

Username:

Passcode:

She’d have to find her way around. She remembered his employee, Bethany, had been messing around with the system. If anyone could find a way in, it was her, but… there was the problem of her encryption.

She could ask, but she didn’t know if she was still upset with her.

Which left… brute force.

Well, she wasn’t letting that creature have another chance at getting into Narry’s system, but she needed help.

She carefully grabbed him, before heaving him up onto her back, proceeding to look around. “Stanley?” She called out, beginning to look through the rooms connected to the studio. “Stanley, are you here?! I need your help!”