Btw that's 50 knights

Oh, they do.

Well, I can't say no to you! Go ahead!

*the mother start to yell if there's anybody who can check her son in*

*nothing is wrong other than a weird void thing that watches Zagreus that looks like a goat, but it disappears the second it notices that weaver can see it*

Weaver chooses to ignore the void creature, since it didn't seem to be planning on harming the child, and prints out the nametag — a blue nametag meant to be pinned onto fur or clothes that reads "PATIENT — Zagreus." he holds it out over the counter in reach of the little rabbit for them to take. "is this spelled correctly? I'd like to make sure the name is correct before we get you to a room and treat you."

"alright! let's get you to a room." weaver quickly checks the cameras for an empty room. "room 2 is empty, so that can be the room we assign to you." he steps out of the office, into the hallway the child is in, and holds out one of his spider limbs — before remembering that may seem scary to the child, a limb that's not in the place of a typical arm, and one that's clearly not a mammalian limb, reaching out for them, and bringing the limb back to his side, holding out one of his feline arms instead. "if it'll make you feel more comfortable, you can hold onto my paw or arm. you're safe at this hospital, little one, I'll make sure of that."

N-no I can take it, b-besides I have taken a hammer to the head before so..

I-i don't know....

weaver reads the diagnosis on the screen, then turns back to the little rabbit. "alright, I'm going to go grab the things I need to treat you. call for me if you need anything while im out in the hallway, I'll hear you." weaver exits the room, grabbing an IV drip bag for the dehydration and making sure it's filled with the correct fluids with one pair of spider limbs, and using his other pair of spider limbs to grab eyedrops for the dry eyes and a first aid kit for the bruises.

*he just sits there*

weaver walks back to room 2 and uses his free paws to open the door, gently voicing his return — he knows he can sometimes be startlingly quiet. "I'm back." he places the medkit and eyedrops on the counter next to the machine that processed the DNA sample, and hooks up the IV drip with a gentle warning as he inserts the IV catheter into the back of the child's paw, making sure it reaches a vein accurately and there's no infiltration. he grabs some CoBan wrap and wraps it firmly around the kid's paw to keep the iv in place, but not tightly enough to be painful. "is the wrap okay? would you like me to do or get anything before I give you the eyedrops and treat your bruises?"

N-no I'm fine...

"alright." weaver grabs the eyedrops, carefully guiding the kid to keep his eyes open and tilt his head to the side so the eyedrops can evenly coat his eye. he then tilts the rabbit's head the other way for the other eye, and then lets go of his face, closing the lid of the eyedrops. "alright. now for the bruises...would you mind showing me where all the bruises are? that way I don't miss any and leave a bruise untreated."

T-that has been in my back for about 3 years now... A-also yeah.. i-i don't like it always poking at me...

"...three years? that's. that's so much worse. its already bad that its there in the first place, but — how is it not infected in some way? how did it not come out on its own or shift at all those three years?— actually, those are questions for later. for now, lets get rid of it and treat your wounds. would you like me to get you something to squeeze, whether its an object or my arms? anything you want to make this more bearable for you, I can try to do."

M-mom said it was alright to have it in my back... B-but do you have a plushie I can squeeze?

"your mother was wrong, little one — this is far from alright. but yes, I do have a plushie you can squeeze up in my nest — I just need to go grab it, it will only take a few moments to leave and return with a plushie. if my memory serves me right, I have a fuzzy weighted black widow spider plushie, and a fuzzy, also weighted, green alien plushie. which would you like me to bring you?"

*the mom enters the room sneaky with a machete as she inchs towards Zagreus*

"him. that child did not say he wants to be called an it, you are calling him that specifically to refer to him like an object, and that wont be tolerated here. and if he is somehow an anomaly...is that information supposed to make me kick him out? I've met more than a few anomalies that live with us animals while staying docile. besides, with the harm you've caused this child, I think you're much, much closer to a beast than him. now, I'm going to get off of you, and you'll have a choice. either you leave and don't return, or I'll have to restrain you in webs and dispose of you myself later. i recommend the former, but youre welcome to call my bluff and find out my threats can and will ring true. do you understand?"

weaver hisses, but doesnt move off yet. "that was not what i asked. I gave you two options. before I let you act out one of those two choices, I'd appreciate acknowledgement. I have more than enough webs to restrain and dispose of you."

HE NEEDS TO DIE! HES A FREAK OF NATURE!

"no, he does not. he is a child. now, stop ignoring the choices i gave you. if you dont acknowledge them, I'll pick option two on your behalf."

YOU HAVE NOT SEEN WHAT HE CAN DO! HE NEED TO FALL AND NEVER GET BACK!

weaver lets out a frustrated hiss, bringing one paw up to cover her mouth. not her nose, he didnt want to suffocate her — at least not right now — but he did want to quiet her down. she was likely only scaring the child more. "he is a child. if your words ring true, that is for me to find out by seeing it firsthand, I will not be taking the word of the rabbit who left a screwdriver in her child's back and let it stay there for three years as if that's normal."

*she trys to yap more*

weaver keeps his paw firmly clamped over her mouth so her attempts at speaking fail. "be quiet. Now."

*she trys to bite their hand*

*the mother start to yell if there's anybody who can check her son in*

*nothing is wrong other than a weird void thing that watches Zagreus that looks like a goat, but it disappears the second it notices that weaver can see it*

Weaver chooses to ignore the void creature, since it didn't seem to be planning on harming the child, and prints out the nametag — a blue nametag meant to be pinned onto fur or clothes that reads "PATIENT — Zagreus." he holds it out over the counter in reach of the little rabbit for them to take. "is this spelled correctly? I'd like to make sure the name is correct before we get you to a room and treat you."

"alright! let's get you to a room." weaver quickly checks the cameras for an empty room. "room 2 is empty, so that can be the room we assign to you." he steps out of the office, into the hallway the child is in, and holds out one of his spider limbs — before remembering that may seem scary to the child, a limb that's not in the place of a typical arm, and one that's clearly not a mammalian limb, reaching out for them, and bringing the limb back to his side, holding out one of his feline arms instead. "if it'll make you feel more comfortable, you can hold onto my paw or arm. you're safe at this hospital, little one, I'll make sure of that."

N-no I can take it, b-besides I have taken a hammer to the head before so..

I-i don't know....

weaver reads the diagnosis on the screen, then turns back to the little rabbit. "alright, I'm going to go grab the things I need to treat you. call for me if you need anything while im out in the hallway, I'll hear you." weaver exits the room, grabbing an IV drip bag for the dehydration and making sure it's filled with the correct fluids with one pair of spider limbs, and using his other pair of spider limbs to grab eyedrops for the dry eyes and a first aid kit for the bruises.

*he just sits there*

weaver walks back to room 2 and uses his free paws to open the door, gently voicing his return — he knows he can sometimes be startlingly quiet. "I'm back." he places the medkit and eyedrops on the counter next to the machine that processed the DNA sample, and hooks up the IV drip with a gentle warning as he inserts the IV catheter into the back of the child's paw, making sure it reaches a vein accurately and there's no infiltration. he grabs some CoBan wrap and wraps it firmly around the kid's paw to keep the iv in place, but not tightly enough to be painful. "is the wrap okay? would you like me to do or get anything before I give you the eyedrops and treat your bruises?"

N-no I'm fine...

"alright." weaver grabs the eyedrops, carefully guiding the kid to keep his eyes open and tilt his head to the side so the eyedrops can evenly coat his eye. he then tilts the rabbit's head the other way for the other eye, and then lets go of his face, closing the lid of the eyedrops. "alright. now for the bruises...would you mind showing me where all the bruises are? that way I don't miss any and leave a bruise untreated."

T-that has been in my back for about 3 years now... A-also yeah.. i-i don't like it always poking at me...

"...three years? that's. that's so much worse. its already bad that its there in the first place, but — how is it not infected in some way? how did it not come out on its own or shift at all those three years?— actually, those are questions for later. for now, lets get rid of it and treat your wounds. would you like me to get you something to squeeze, whether its an object or my arms? anything you want to make this more bearable for you, I can try to do."

M-mom said it was alright to have it in my back... B-but do you have a plushie I can squeeze?

"your mother was wrong, little one — this is far from alright. but yes, I do have a plushie you can squeeze up in my nest — I just need to go grab it, it will only take a few moments to leave and return with a plushie. if my memory serves me right, I have a fuzzy weighted black widow spider plushie, and a fuzzy, also weighted, green alien plushie. which would you like me to bring you?"

*the mom enters the room sneaky with a machete as she inchs towards Zagreus*

"him. that child did not say he wants to be called an it, you are calling him that specifically to refer to him like an object, and that wont be tolerated here. and if he is somehow an anomaly...is that information supposed to make me kick him out? I've met more than a few anomalies that live with us animals while staying docile. besides, with the harm you've caused this child, I think you're much, much closer to a beast than him. now, I'm going to get off of you, and you'll have a choice. either you leave and don't return, or I'll have to restrain you in webs and dispose of you myself later. i recommend the former, but youre welcome to call my bluff and find out my threats can and will ring true. do you understand?"

weaver hisses, but doesnt move off yet. "that was not what i asked. I gave you two options. before I let you act out one of those two choices, I'd appreciate acknowledgement. I have more than enough webs to restrain and dispose of you."

HE NEEDS TO DIE! HES A FREAK OF NATURE!

"no, he does not. he is a child. now, stop ignoring the choices i gave you. if you dont acknowledge them, I'll pick option two on your behalf."

YOU HAVE NOT SEEN WHAT HE CAN DO! HE NEED TO FALL AND NEVER GET BACK!

weaver lets out a frustrated hiss, bringing one paw up to cover her mouth. not her nose, he didnt want to suffocate her — at least not right now — but he did want to quiet her down. she was likely only scaring the child more. "he is a child. if your words ring true, that is for me to find out by seeing it firsthand, I will not be taking the word of the rabbit who left a screwdriver in her child's back and let it stay there for three years as if that's normal."

*she trys to yap more*

That is classified.

"How should I refer to thou, then?"

... Uhh..... I don't know

Yeah, I come from no universe actually

Whole Omniverses! Even space between those Omniverses called "True Space" I am apart of a company that keeps them from dissapearing

As I said it's a company, we usually make tons of clones and send them to thousands of universes, usually they are not that powerful but hey it works

"Quantity over quality, then? Wouldn't caution be more important, to keep things from changing too much in the different universes?"

Not my problem.

"I see. Would thou be interested in an exchange of information? I myself would greatly enjoy learning more about the other versions of this world"

I mean sure

"So, first of all, are there any major pattern thy has noticed? People that stay in the same roles, same positions, same personalities, more than others? Ways the world works, the social structure and norms, and so on?"

Either builderman or Roblox destroying the HQ, John doe being corrupted, guest 666 being a vengeful spirit, whatever the #### 1x1x1x1 does ect

"I'll keep the first one in mind, though what is the second picture?"

Flowers, from what I know it's a malfunctioning Anti-Hacker AI system

Basically everything, this place is way different than anything I have seen

"I see... maybe we should start with the larger things? More patterns that are broken? We've already established that the HQ, as well as robloxia at large, is not in ruin. Are there any other patterns that big?"

Every place can only be reached by the SFOTH portals

"The true Heights are one of the least accessible locations, only able to be visited with permission and a way to either teleport or fly as there is a barrier of orange storm clouds surrounding the area. There is a copy of them near the mountains which is open to people that know how to handle swords. Most places are reached by foot, bus, train, bike, or other physical transport."

Huh, what's a bus?

"It's a form of public transportation, a car with more seats and space, to put it simply."

Oh, never seen one

"Perhaps they're not as commonplace in other universes as they are here. Robloxia's public infrastructure is a priority here, and based of the patterns to mentioned earlier it's not hard to believe that isn't usually the case."

Yeah, honestly never seen a city before

"I'm surprised. Cities are where majority of people are found, one would think someone in thy line of work would've been to a few, based on what you've described"

Nope, not one

Where im from poverty is 100%

"That... doesn't seem possible. If everyone is poor, how is anyone?"

I don't know, money does not exist where I'm from so

"I see, so the economy is then trade based? If you have one?"

Nope, we don't have much food as well so

That is classified.

"How should I refer to thou, then?"

... Uhh..... I don't know

Yeah, I come from no universe actually

Whole Omniverses! Even space between those Omniverses called "True Space" I am apart of a company that keeps them from dissapearing

As I said it's a company, we usually make tons of clones and send them to thousands of universes, usually they are not that powerful but hey it works

"Quantity over quality, then? Wouldn't caution be more important, to keep things from changing too much in the different universes?"

Not my problem.

"I see. Would thou be interested in an exchange of information? I myself would greatly enjoy learning more about the other versions of this world"

I mean sure

"So, first of all, are there any major pattern thy has noticed? People that stay in the same roles, same positions, same personalities, more than others? Ways the world works, the social structure and norms, and so on?"

Either builderman or Roblox destroying the HQ, John doe being corrupted, guest 666 being a vengeful spirit, whatever the #### 1x1x1x1 does ect

"I'll keep the first one in mind, though what is the second picture?"

Flowers, from what I know it's a malfunctioning Anti-Hacker AI system

Basically everything, this place is way different than anything I have seen

"I see... maybe we should start with the larger things? More patterns that are broken? We've already established that the HQ, as well as robloxia at large, is not in ruin. Are there any other patterns that big?"

Every place can only be reached by the SFOTH portals

"The true Heights are one of the least accessible locations, only able to be visited with permission and a way to either teleport or fly as there is a barrier of orange storm clouds surrounding the area. There is a copy of them near the mountains which is open to people that know how to handle swords. Most places are reached by foot, bus, train, bike, or other physical transport."

Huh, what's a bus?

"It's a form of public transportation, a car with more seats and space, to put it simply."

Oh, never seen one

"Perhaps they're not as commonplace in other universes as they are here. Robloxia's public infrastructure is a priority here, and based of the patterns to mentioned earlier it's not hard to believe that isn't usually the case."

Yeah, honestly never seen a city before

"I'm surprised. Cities are where majority of people are found, one would think someone in thy line of work would've been to a few, based on what you've described"

Nope, not one

Where im from poverty is 100%

"That... doesn't seem possible. If everyone is poor, how is anyone?"

I don't know, money does not exist where I'm from so

*the mother start to yell if there's anybody who can check her son in*

*nothing is wrong other than a weird void thing that watches Zagreus that looks like a goat, but it disappears the second it notices that weaver can see it*

Weaver chooses to ignore the void creature, since it didn't seem to be planning on harming the child, and prints out the nametag — a blue nametag meant to be pinned onto fur or clothes that reads "PATIENT — Zagreus." he holds it out over the counter in reach of the little rabbit for them to take. "is this spelled correctly? I'd like to make sure the name is correct before we get you to a room and treat you."

"alright! let's get you to a room." weaver quickly checks the cameras for an empty room. "room 2 is empty, so that can be the room we assign to you." he steps out of the office, into the hallway the child is in, and holds out one of his spider limbs — before remembering that may seem scary to the child, a limb that's not in the place of a typical arm, and one that's clearly not a mammalian limb, reaching out for them, and bringing the limb back to his side, holding out one of his feline arms instead. "if it'll make you feel more comfortable, you can hold onto my paw or arm. you're safe at this hospital, little one, I'll make sure of that."

N-no I can take it, b-besides I have taken a hammer to the head before so..

I-i don't know....

weaver reads the diagnosis on the screen, then turns back to the little rabbit. "alright, I'm going to go grab the things I need to treat you. call for me if you need anything while im out in the hallway, I'll hear you." weaver exits the room, grabbing an IV drip bag for the dehydration and making sure it's filled with the correct fluids with one pair of spider limbs, and using his other pair of spider limbs to grab eyedrops for the dry eyes and a first aid kit for the bruises.

*he just sits there*

weaver walks back to room 2 and uses his free paws to open the door, gently voicing his return — he knows he can sometimes be startlingly quiet. "I'm back." he places the medkit and eyedrops on the counter next to the machine that processed the DNA sample, and hooks up the IV drip with a gentle warning as he inserts the IV catheter into the back of the child's paw, making sure it reaches a vein accurately and there's no infiltration. he grabs some CoBan wrap and wraps it firmly around the kid's paw to keep the iv in place, but not tightly enough to be painful. "is the wrap okay? would you like me to do or get anything before I give you the eyedrops and treat your bruises?"

N-no I'm fine...

"alright." weaver grabs the eyedrops, carefully guiding the kid to keep his eyes open and tilt his head to the side so the eyedrops can evenly coat his eye. he then tilts the rabbit's head the other way for the other eye, and then lets go of his face, closing the lid of the eyedrops. "alright. now for the bruises...would you mind showing me where all the bruises are? that way I don't miss any and leave a bruise untreated."

T-that has been in my back for about 3 years now... A-also yeah.. i-i don't like it always poking at me...

"...three years? that's. that's so much worse. its already bad that its there in the first place, but — how is it not infected in some way? how did it not come out on its own or shift at all those three years?— actually, those are questions for later. for now, lets get rid of it and treat your wounds. would you like me to get you something to squeeze, whether its an object or my arms? anything you want to make this more bearable for you, I can try to do."

M-mom said it was alright to have it in my back... B-but do you have a plushie I can squeeze?

"your mother was wrong, little one — this is far from alright. but yes, I do have a plushie you can squeeze up in my nest — I just need to go grab it, it will only take a few moments to leave and return with a plushie. if my memory serves me right, I have a fuzzy weighted black widow spider plushie, and a fuzzy, also weighted, green alien plushie. which would you like me to bring you?"

*the mom enters the room sneaky with a machete as she inchs towards Zagreus*

"him. that child did not say he wants to be called an it, you are calling him that specifically to refer to him like an object, and that wont be tolerated here. and if he is somehow an anomaly...is that information supposed to make me kick him out? I've met more than a few anomalies that live with us animals while staying docile. besides, with the harm you've caused this child, I think you're much, much closer to a beast than him. now, I'm going to get off of you, and you'll have a choice. either you leave and don't return, or I'll have to restrain you in webs and dispose of you myself later. i recommend the former, but youre welcome to call my bluff and find out my threats can and will ring true. do you understand?"

weaver hisses, but doesnt move off yet. "that was not what i asked. I gave you two options. before I let you act out one of those two choices, I'd appreciate acknowledgement. I have more than enough webs to restrain and dispose of you."

HE NEEDS TO DIE! HES A FREAK OF NATURE!

"no, he does not. he is a child. now, stop ignoring the choices i gave you. if you dont acknowledge them, I'll pick option two on your behalf."

YOU HAVE NOT SEEN WHAT HE CAN DO! HE NEED TO FALL AND NEVER GET BACK!

That is classified.

"How should I refer to thou, then?"

... Uhh..... I don't know

Yeah, I come from no universe actually

Whole Omniverses! Even space between those Omniverses called "True Space" I am apart of a company that keeps them from dissapearing

As I said it's a company, we usually make tons of clones and send them to thousands of universes, usually they are not that powerful but hey it works

"Quantity over quality, then? Wouldn't caution be more important, to keep things from changing too much in the different universes?"

Not my problem.

"I see. Would thou be interested in an exchange of information? I myself would greatly enjoy learning more about the other versions of this world"

I mean sure

"So, first of all, are there any major pattern thy has noticed? People that stay in the same roles, same positions, same personalities, more than others? Ways the world works, the social structure and norms, and so on?"

Either builderman or Roblox destroying the HQ, John doe being corrupted, guest 666 being a vengeful spirit, whatever the #### 1x1x1x1 does ect

"I'll keep the first one in mind, though what is the second picture?"

Flowers, from what I know it's a malfunctioning Anti-Hacker AI system

Basically everything, this place is way different than anything I have seen

"I see... maybe we should start with the larger things? More patterns that are broken? We've already established that the HQ, as well as robloxia at large, is not in ruin. Are there any other patterns that big?"

Every place can only be reached by the SFOTH portals

"The true Heights are one of the least accessible locations, only able to be visited with permission and a way to either teleport or fly as there is a barrier of orange storm clouds surrounding the area. There is a copy of them near the mountains which is open to people that know how to handle swords. Most places are reached by foot, bus, train, bike, or other physical transport."

Huh, what's a bus?

"It's a form of public transportation, a car with more seats and space, to put it simply."

Oh, never seen one

"Perhaps they're not as commonplace in other universes as they are here. Robloxia's public infrastructure is a priority here, and based of the patterns to mentioned earlier it's not hard to believe that isn't usually the case."

Yeah, honestly never seen a city before

"I'm surprised. Cities are where majority of people are found, one would think someone in thy line of work would've been to a few, based on what you've described"

Nope, not one

Where im from poverty is 100%

*the mother start to yell if there's anybody who can check her son in*

*nothing is wrong other than a weird void thing that watches Zagreus that looks like a goat, but it disappears the second it notices that weaver can see it*

Weaver chooses to ignore the void creature, since it didn't seem to be planning on harming the child, and prints out the nametag — a blue nametag meant to be pinned onto fur or clothes that reads "PATIENT — Zagreus." he holds it out over the counter in reach of the little rabbit for them to take. "is this spelled correctly? I'd like to make sure the name is correct before we get you to a room and treat you."

"alright! let's get you to a room." weaver quickly checks the cameras for an empty room. "room 2 is empty, so that can be the room we assign to you." he steps out of the office, into the hallway the child is in, and holds out one of his spider limbs — before remembering that may seem scary to the child, a limb that's not in the place of a typical arm, and one that's clearly not a mammalian limb, reaching out for them, and bringing the limb back to his side, holding out one of his feline arms instead. "if it'll make you feel more comfortable, you can hold onto my paw or arm. you're safe at this hospital, little one, I'll make sure of that."

N-no I can take it, b-besides I have taken a hammer to the head before so..

I-i don't know....

weaver reads the diagnosis on the screen, then turns back to the little rabbit. "alright, I'm going to go grab the things I need to treat you. call for me if you need anything while im out in the hallway, I'll hear you." weaver exits the room, grabbing an IV drip bag for the dehydration and making sure it's filled with the correct fluids with one pair of spider limbs, and using his other pair of spider limbs to grab eyedrops for the dry eyes and a first aid kit for the bruises.

*he just sits there*

weaver walks back to room 2 and uses his free paws to open the door, gently voicing his return — he knows he can sometimes be startlingly quiet. "I'm back." he places the medkit and eyedrops on the counter next to the machine that processed the DNA sample, and hooks up the IV drip with a gentle warning as he inserts the IV catheter into the back of the child's paw, making sure it reaches a vein accurately and there's no infiltration. he grabs some CoBan wrap and wraps it firmly around the kid's paw to keep the iv in place, but not tightly enough to be painful. "is the wrap okay? would you like me to do or get anything before I give you the eyedrops and treat your bruises?"

N-no I'm fine...

"alright." weaver grabs the eyedrops, carefully guiding the kid to keep his eyes open and tilt his head to the side so the eyedrops can evenly coat his eye. he then tilts the rabbit's head the other way for the other eye, and then lets go of his face, closing the lid of the eyedrops. "alright. now for the bruises...would you mind showing me where all the bruises are? that way I don't miss any and leave a bruise untreated."

T-that has been in my back for about 3 years now... A-also yeah.. i-i don't like it always poking at me...

"...three years? that's. that's so much worse. its already bad that its there in the first place, but — how is it not infected in some way? how did it not come out on its own or shift at all those three years?— actually, those are questions for later. for now, lets get rid of it and treat your wounds. would you like me to get you something to squeeze, whether its an object or my arms? anything you want to make this more bearable for you, I can try to do."

M-mom said it was alright to have it in my back... B-but do you have a plushie I can squeeze?

"your mother was wrong, little one — this is far from alright. but yes, I do have a plushie you can squeeze up in my nest — I just need to go grab it, it will only take a few moments to leave and return with a plushie. if my memory serves me right, I have a fuzzy weighted black widow spider plushie, and a fuzzy, also weighted, green alien plushie. which would you like me to bring you?"

*the mom enters the room sneaky with a machete as she inchs towards Zagreus*

"him. that child did not say he wants to be called an it, you are calling him that specifically to refer to him like an object, and that wont be tolerated here. and if he is somehow an anomaly...is that information supposed to make me kick him out? I've met more than a few anomalies that live with us animals while staying docile. besides, with the harm you've caused this child, I think you're much, much closer to a beast than him. now, I'm going to get off of you, and you'll have a choice. either you leave and don't return, or I'll have to restrain you in webs and dispose of you myself later. i recommend the former, but youre welcome to call my bluff and find out my threats can and will ring true. do you understand?"

weaver hisses, but doesnt move off yet. "that was not what i asked. I gave you two options. before I let you act out one of those two choices, I'd appreciate acknowledgement. I have more than enough webs to restrain and dispose of you."

HE NEEDS TO DIE! HES A FREAK OF NATURE!

That is classified.

"How should I refer to thou, then?"

... Uhh..... I don't know

Yeah, I come from no universe actually

Whole Omniverses! Even space between those Omniverses called "True Space" I am apart of a company that keeps them from dissapearing

As I said it's a company, we usually make tons of clones and send them to thousands of universes, usually they are not that powerful but hey it works

"Quantity over quality, then? Wouldn't caution be more important, to keep things from changing too much in the different universes?"

Not my problem.

"I see. Would thou be interested in an exchange of information? I myself would greatly enjoy learning more about the other versions of this world"

I mean sure

"So, first of all, are there any major pattern thy has noticed? People that stay in the same roles, same positions, same personalities, more than others? Ways the world works, the social structure and norms, and so on?"

Either builderman or Roblox destroying the HQ, John doe being corrupted, guest 666 being a vengeful spirit, whatever the #### 1x1x1x1 does ect

"I'll keep the first one in mind, though what is the second picture?"

Flowers, from what I know it's a malfunctioning Anti-Hacker AI system

Basically everything, this place is way different than anything I have seen

"I see... maybe we should start with the larger things? More patterns that are broken? We've already established that the HQ, as well as robloxia at large, is not in ruin. Are there any other patterns that big?"

Every place can only be reached by the SFOTH portals

"The true Heights are one of the least accessible locations, only able to be visited with permission and a way to either teleport or fly as there is a barrier of orange storm clouds surrounding the area. There is a copy of them near the mountains which is open to people that know how to handle swords. Most places are reached by foot, bus, train, bike, or other physical transport."

Huh, what's a bus?

"It's a form of public transportation, a car with more seats and space, to put it simply."

Oh, never seen one

"Perhaps they're not as commonplace in other universes as they are here. Robloxia's public infrastructure is a priority here, and based of the patterns to mentioned earlier it's not hard to believe that isn't usually the case."

Yeah, honestly never seen a city before

"I'm surprised. Cities are where majority of people are found, one would think someone in thy line of work would've been to a few, based on what you've described"

Nope, not one

*the mother start to yell if there's anybody who can check her son in*

*nothing is wrong other than a weird void thing that watches Zagreus that looks like a goat, but it disappears the second it notices that weaver can see it*

Weaver chooses to ignore the void creature, since it didn't seem to be planning on harming the child, and prints out the nametag — a blue nametag meant to be pinned onto fur or clothes that reads "PATIENT — Zagreus." he holds it out over the counter in reach of the little rabbit for them to take. "is this spelled correctly? I'd like to make sure the name is correct before we get you to a room and treat you."

"alright! let's get you to a room." weaver quickly checks the cameras for an empty room. "room 2 is empty, so that can be the room we assign to you." he steps out of the office, into the hallway the child is in, and holds out one of his spider limbs — before remembering that may seem scary to the child, a limb that's not in the place of a typical arm, and one that's clearly not a mammalian limb, reaching out for them, and bringing the limb back to his side, holding out one of his feline arms instead. "if it'll make you feel more comfortable, you can hold onto my paw or arm. you're safe at this hospital, little one, I'll make sure of that."

N-no I can take it, b-besides I have taken a hammer to the head before so..

I-i don't know....

weaver reads the diagnosis on the screen, then turns back to the little rabbit. "alright, I'm going to go grab the things I need to treat you. call for me if you need anything while im out in the hallway, I'll hear you." weaver exits the room, grabbing an IV drip bag for the dehydration and making sure it's filled with the correct fluids with one pair of spider limbs, and using his other pair of spider limbs to grab eyedrops for the dry eyes and a first aid kit for the bruises.

*he just sits there*

weaver walks back to room 2 and uses his free paws to open the door, gently voicing his return — he knows he can sometimes be startlingly quiet. "I'm back." he places the medkit and eyedrops on the counter next to the machine that processed the DNA sample, and hooks up the IV drip with a gentle warning as he inserts the IV catheter into the back of the child's paw, making sure it reaches a vein accurately and there's no infiltration. he grabs some CoBan wrap and wraps it firmly around the kid's paw to keep the iv in place, but not tightly enough to be painful. "is the wrap okay? would you like me to do or get anything before I give you the eyedrops and treat your bruises?"

N-no I'm fine...

"alright." weaver grabs the eyedrops, carefully guiding the kid to keep his eyes open and tilt his head to the side so the eyedrops can evenly coat his eye. he then tilts the rabbit's head the other way for the other eye, and then lets go of his face, closing the lid of the eyedrops. "alright. now for the bruises...would you mind showing me where all the bruises are? that way I don't miss any and leave a bruise untreated."

T-that has been in my back for about 3 years now... A-also yeah.. i-i don't like it always poking at me...

"...three years? that's. that's so much worse. its already bad that its there in the first place, but — how is it not infected in some way? how did it not come out on its own or shift at all those three years?— actually, those are questions for later. for now, lets get rid of it and treat your wounds. would you like me to get you something to squeeze, whether its an object or my arms? anything you want to make this more bearable for you, I can try to do."

M-mom said it was alright to have it in my back... B-but do you have a plushie I can squeeze?

"your mother was wrong, little one — this is far from alright. but yes, I do have a plushie you can squeeze up in my nest — I just need to go grab it, it will only take a few moments to leave and return with a plushie. if my memory serves me right, I have a fuzzy weighted black widow spider plushie, and a fuzzy, also weighted, green alien plushie. which would you like me to bring you?"

*the mom enters the room sneaky with a machete as she inchs towards Zagreus*

"him. that child did not say he wants to be called an it, you are calling him that specifically to refer to him like an object, and that wont be tolerated here. and if he is somehow an anomaly...is that information supposed to make me kick him out? I've met more than a few anomalies that live with us animals while staying docile. besides, with the harm you've caused this child, I think you're much, much closer to a beast than him. now, I'm going to get off of you, and you'll have a choice. either you leave and don't return, or I'll have to restrain you in webs and dispose of you myself later. i recommend the former, but youre welcome to call my bluff and find out my threats can and will ring true. do you understand?"

That is classified.

"How should I refer to thou, then?"

... Uhh..... I don't know

Yeah, I come from no universe actually

Whole Omniverses! Even space between those Omniverses called "True Space" I am apart of a company that keeps them from dissapearing

As I said it's a company, we usually make tons of clones and send them to thousands of universes, usually they are not that powerful but hey it works

"Quantity over quality, then? Wouldn't caution be more important, to keep things from changing too much in the different universes?"

Not my problem.

"I see. Would thou be interested in an exchange of information? I myself would greatly enjoy learning more about the other versions of this world"

I mean sure

"So, first of all, are there any major pattern thy has noticed? People that stay in the same roles, same positions, same personalities, more than others? Ways the world works, the social structure and norms, and so on?"

Either builderman or Roblox destroying the HQ, John doe being corrupted, guest 666 being a vengeful spirit, whatever the #### 1x1x1x1 does ect

"I'll keep the first one in mind, though what is the second picture?"

Flowers, from what I know it's a malfunctioning Anti-Hacker AI system

Basically everything, this place is way different than anything I have seen

"I see... maybe we should start with the larger things? More patterns that are broken? We've already established that the HQ, as well as robloxia at large, is not in ruin. Are there any other patterns that big?"

Every place can only be reached by the SFOTH portals

"The true Heights are one of the least accessible locations, only able to be visited with permission and a way to either teleport or fly as there is a barrier of orange storm clouds surrounding the area. There is a copy of them near the mountains which is open to people that know how to handle swords. Most places are reached by foot, bus, train, bike, or other physical transport."

Huh, what's a bus?

"It's a form of public transportation, a car with more seats and space, to put it simply."

Oh, never seen one

"Perhaps they're not as commonplace in other universes as they are here. Robloxia's public infrastructure is a priority here, and based of the patterns to mentioned earlier it's not hard to believe that isn't usually the case."

Yeah, honestly never seen a city before

That is classified.

"How should I refer to thou, then?"