writer :3

wrioter my favorit etbotv character :D

i am so sorry sixteenpointedasterisk. i am so sorry /silly

^ READ THIS IT'S IMPORTANT

this is what this character kinda looks like okay twin. they're the fuckass png background. okay twins.

I can't draw a fullbody for SHIT but trust me it's there

I'm making this post because I know there's a CHANCE that people outside of my friend circle are going to stumble onto this blog from the psi blog so like I gotta raise awareness yk

[ Behold: the bacteria in a petri dish. They're walking around, perfectly fine with the environment, somehow. They're... Well, outside. It's best not to question that. The little PNG background child—again, it's best not to question these sort of things—seemed relatively sure of the labyrinthine geometry they were traversing through, although they likely haven't been here much if not at all. It's just not safe to be going on the government facility equivalent of urbex trips anymore. Of course, no government would likely support something like this, but it's probably around the same level of top secrecy. ]

[ Despite not really needing clothing since there's not really much in the way of an actual body to cover up, they're in a slightly oversized and bloodstained grey sweater. Of course, there had been an attempt to wash said blood out, but that did little other than fade the color. At least from an outsider's perspective it's not too noticeable. Maybe if it were actually red, instead of... Whatever that is. ]

[ Despite his years of experience, these halls weren't exactly memorized. He was never the most well put together employee, and despite his best efforts, he could never quite seem to find his way around. Didn't help that this building seemed to be ever-changing, or at least put on the illusion of it. ]

[ His own navigational issues would have to be set aside, though. ]

[ As much as, realistically speaking, nothing terrible would happen, he couldn't help but worry for Writer walking down these hallways alone. Especially considering some ... More or less shared negative experience with a certain admin, it was safe to say both of them were treading on thin ice. Psi couldn't stand to think about the "what ifs" of the matter. He had always been the anxious type. ]

[ Mind deep in branching thoughts, Psi rounded a corner before coming to a sudden halt (nearly causing him to trip over his own feet). Seemingly, his method of "scower the sector until you find them" had worked in his favor, Writer being in sight at the opposite end of the hall. ]

[ Regaining his bearings, his shoes clicked on the tile floor beneath them, approaching Writer with an enthusiastic wave. ]

hhhwhaa??

[ Of course, they were almost instantly awoken by what was almost certainly someone about to come get them, for better or for worse. They were entirely expecting for the latter to be the case, subconsciously tensing up and seemingly on pretty high alert despite having just been roused from sleep. Bleary-eyed, they would look around for a comedically long time before finally spotting Psi and ever so slightly relaxing. Turns out, white on white is just as hard of a distinction to make between grey on grey when you can't see that well. ]

I .. Apologize for taking so long. Navigation has never been my strongest suit. [ He chuckles. ]

You're alright though, yes? Nobody has tried to bother you?

[ They blinked quite a bit, taking a moment to process words. They're likely fully awake by now, but that seems largely irrelevant to how tired they still seem to be. ]

.. um. probably not. Otherwise, I'd be... you know.

[ Kid just looked away, fidgeting with their hands a slight bit. It goes without saying that in this instance, had someone else found them, it probably wouldn't be a very pretty sight. Especially not for him. They personally felt largely indifferent about the idea of having been caught. Perhaps "indifferent" isn't exactly the right word for it, but... They wouldn't have minded it. Of course, hardly anyone enjoys being in pain; they certainly do not. But they've had it coming for quite some time, haven't they? ]

[ ... ]

[ They really weren't good at making conversation, were they? Not a clue on what to say, and it's around the time where one should introduce their own words in order to keep things flowing smoothly. They're... How old were they? Either way, old enough to where they should at least know how to interact with other people by now. ]

[ Psi steps forward, now stood beside Writer while keeping a comfortable distance. He wouldn't want to startle the kid at all. ]

Now that I'm generally aware of my surroundings, I can guide you back to Divi's office. Not far from here, I believe, just a few halls down.. I've been keeping a handful of potted plants in there for some time now! It's .. well, a little disorganized, do keep in mind ..

[ They looked back up at him, hurriedly attempting to get up from where they sat. Their legs were a little weak-feeling, like they would genuinely just give out from underneath them, but that was fairly normal all things considered. However they did almost manage to fall while doing so, somehow. ]

[ They would take a few steps toward Psi, and then abruptly stop. ]

... Are you sure I'm allowed?

Gods, I'm not allowed here! I shouldn't be in this building at all but the folks in the moonbase all like me enough to let me hunker down. Trust me, he is one bad day away from having my head on a spike for this. I'm not exactly above breaking the rules anymore, hehe..

[ His head tilts slightly, his own way of 'winking' without having traditional 'eyes'. ]

You'll be okay, Kiddo. Divi wont mind me having a visitor 'round, I promise. I'll make sure you're okay.

[ If anything, he's doing this out of pity. ]

ook. I trust you.

That's all I can ask for, really. I'm happy that you do.

[ Despite his outwardly calm demeanor, Psi couldn't exactly let himself breathe. He felt eyes burrowing into the back of his head. Heard extra pairs of footsteps despite them being the only two bodies in the hall. He knew it was nothing more than paranoia.. At least, that what he wanted to think. Regardless, he couldn't shake the feeling. Something wasn't right. ]

[ That didn't matter, though. The last thing he wanted to do was scare Writer, someone who was already skittish enough as is. Lord, he felt awful for that kid. Nobody as young as they were should have to experience anything of this degree. Gods, how old were they again? Fourteen? Fifteen? Psi couldn't quite remember off the top of his head, not that the specifics mattered, it was horrible regardless. ]

[ It was only natural for Psi to want to protect this kid. If seemingly nobody else would, then he would. ]

[ They would retreat their hands into the sleeves of their sweater, lightly swaying the dangly little bits of fabric as they walked. It felt good to do so, although they would stop whenever he turned to look. It was just simple force of habit, to not do weird things like that when being observed. ]

[ Despite appearing rather content, their mind still couldn't help but drift. They recalled what it was like to taste their own blood, to see it pooling around their broken body. They could distinctly remember how muddy everything got, how dizzy and lightheaded they felt while being actively unable to give in. They were so acutely aware of how their body was perpetually failing, held stagnant in this sort of alive-yet-simultaneously-dying limbo. It hurt. It hurt more than anything. Yet, it also wasn't so bad. The constant shock and numbness likely dulled some of the pain they would have experienced, and besides.. They deserved it, didn't they? ]

[ They couldn't help but wonder when they would be in that sort of situation again. Would it be here, or in the safety of some place else? Would it follow the painfully familiar pattern of them being knocked unconscious and quite literally kidnapped? This time, would anyone be there for them? ]

[ ... God, they hoped not. He shouldn't have to be forced to deal with them when they're like that. ]

[ ... ]

Of course I did!

[ ... ]

[ His hand raises to rub the back of his neck. ]

... I know that's easy for anyone to say, but I do truly mean it. And I intend to prove that I do. I'm not one to go back on promises!

[ Psi places a gentle hand on Writer's shoulder as they walk, trying to be reassuring. ]

[ . . . ]

wh- huh??

. . . [ He mutters under his breath ] of course, now of all times..

[ Glancing around, his hand moves to Writer's forearm, gently tugging them along as he moves to round a corner. hoping that whoever was passing wouldn't notice the two scampering about. ]

gh-   what are you–

[ Psi's voice is kept low, a slight quiver revealing how unsure of himself he is. ]

[ They whispered, glancing over at him as they shuffled along. They were rather stiff while moving, being... Well, horribly anxious and filled with impending doom. ]

> PANG.

> right ahead of you there.

You think I can't see right through you, Psi?

> loud. so very loud, with an undertone almost akin to a rasping, unsteady growl. Not to mention the sheer disdain. oh, he's pissed. oooh boy.

The difference between you and I has always been the amount of intelligence and common sense, hasn't it?

Oh, you'd really go to any extents to get to your loved ones.

> a quick gesture of a hand and multiple fingers in a specific, almost perfectly refined manner, darting outwards.

> PANG.

> a slight jerk of the hand upwards, and the poor child is hanging up in the air, by what appears to be an invisible grip around the throat, signified only by a faintly glowing icon of a square at their throat. the Development Assistment Tools. of course, he'd even use THAT to hurt somebody.

[ At this point, Psi is shaking, if not from fear then from rage. ]

[ Almost immediately their sound would die down into a mere squeal, the poor thing feebly flailing about in his grip. Their legs swished about, kicking through the air and desperate to find solid ground, meanwhile their hands were suddenly clawing at their neck, as if they could somehow pry themselves out it. ]

[ It hurt. ]

[ Oh god, it hurt so much. ]

[ They found their vision blurred with tears, involuntary whimpers escaping from them as their body still frantically tried fighting against being strangulated. It felt like they could barely even breathe. Especially in their panic, they found their air being drawn in shallow, meager breaths amid the crying. ]

[ Behold: the bacteria in a petri dish. They're walking around, perfectly fine with the environment, somehow. They're... Well, outside. It's best not to question that. The little PNG background child—again, it's best not to question these sort of things—seemed relatively sure of the labyrinthine geometry they were traversing through, although they likely haven't been here much if not at all. It's just not safe to be going on the government facility equivalent of urbex trips anymore. Of course, no government would likely support something like this, but it's probably around the same level of top secrecy. ]

[ Despite not really needing clothing since there's not really much in the way of an actual body to cover up, they're in a slightly oversized and bloodstained grey sweater. Of course, there had been an attempt to wash said blood out, but that did little other than fade the color. At least from an outsider's perspective it's not too noticeable. Maybe if it were actually red, instead of... Whatever that is. ]

[ Despite his years of experience, these halls weren't exactly memorized. He was never the most well put together employee, and despite his best efforts, he could never quite seem to find his way around. Didn't help that this building seemed to be ever-changing, or at least put on the illusion of it. ]

[ His own navigational issues would have to be set aside, though. ]

[ As much as, realistically speaking, nothing terrible would happen, he couldn't help but worry for Writer walking down these hallways alone. Especially considering some ... More or less shared negative experience with a certain admin, it was safe to say both of them were treading on thin ice. Psi couldn't stand to think about the "what ifs" of the matter. He had always been the anxious type. ]

[ Mind deep in branching thoughts, Psi rounded a corner before coming to a sudden halt (nearly causing him to trip over his own feet). Seemingly, his method of "scower the sector until you find them" had worked in his favor, Writer being in sight at the opposite end of the hall. ]

[ Regaining his bearings, his shoes clicked on the tile floor beneath them, approaching Writer with an enthusiastic wave. ]

hhhwhaa??

[ Of course, they were almost instantly awoken by what was almost certainly someone about to come get them, for better or for worse. They were entirely expecting for the latter to be the case, subconsciously tensing up and seemingly on pretty high alert despite having just been roused from sleep. Bleary-eyed, they would look around for a comedically long time before finally spotting Psi and ever so slightly relaxing. Turns out, white on white is just as hard of a distinction to make between grey on grey when you can't see that well. ]

I .. Apologize for taking so long. Navigation has never been my strongest suit. [ He chuckles. ]

You're alright though, yes? Nobody has tried to bother you?

[ They blinked quite a bit, taking a moment to process words. They're likely fully awake by now, but that seems largely irrelevant to how tired they still seem to be. ]

.. um. probably not. Otherwise, I'd be... you know.

[ Kid just looked away, fidgeting with their hands a slight bit. It goes without saying that in this instance, had someone else found them, it probably wouldn't be a very pretty sight. Especially not for him. They personally felt largely indifferent about the idea of having been caught. Perhaps "indifferent" isn't exactly the right word for it, but... They wouldn't have minded it. Of course, hardly anyone enjoys being in pain; they certainly do not. But they've had it coming for quite some time, haven't they? ]

[ ... ]

[ They really weren't good at making conversation, were they? Not a clue on what to say, and it's around the time where one should introduce their own words in order to keep things flowing smoothly. They're... How old were they? Either way, old enough to where they should at least know how to interact with other people by now. ]

[ Psi steps forward, now stood beside Writer while keeping a comfortable distance. He wouldn't want to startle the kid at all. ]

Now that I'm generally aware of my surroundings, I can guide you back to Divi's office. Not far from here, I believe, just a few halls down.. I've been keeping a handful of potted plants in there for some time now! It's .. well, a little disorganized, do keep in mind ..

[ They looked back up at him, hurriedly attempting to get up from where they sat. Their legs were a little weak-feeling, like they would genuinely just give out from underneath them, but that was fairly normal all things considered. However they did almost manage to fall while doing so, somehow. ]

[ They would take a few steps toward Psi, and then abruptly stop. ]

... Are you sure I'm allowed?

Gods, I'm not allowed here! I shouldn't be in this building at all but the folks in the moonbase all like me enough to let me hunker down. Trust me, he is one bad day away from having my head on a spike for this. I'm not exactly above breaking the rules anymore, hehe..

[ His head tilts slightly, his own way of 'winking' without having traditional 'eyes'. ]

You'll be okay, Kiddo. Divi wont mind me having a visitor 'round, I promise. I'll make sure you're okay.

[ If anything, he's doing this out of pity. ]

ook. I trust you.

That's all I can ask for, really. I'm happy that you do.

[ Despite his outwardly calm demeanor, Psi couldn't exactly let himself breathe. He felt eyes burrowing into the back of his head. Heard extra pairs of footsteps despite them being the only two bodies in the hall. He knew it was nothing more than paranoia.. At least, that what he wanted to think. Regardless, he couldn't shake the feeling. Something wasn't right. ]

[ That didn't matter, though. The last thing he wanted to do was scare Writer, someone who was already skittish enough as is. Lord, he felt awful for that kid. Nobody as young as they were should have to experience anything of this degree. Gods, how old were they again? Fourteen? Fifteen? Psi couldn't quite remember off the top of his head, not that the specifics mattered, it was horrible regardless. ]

[ It was only natural for Psi to want to protect this kid. If seemingly nobody else would, then he would. ]

[ They would retreat their hands into the sleeves of their sweater, lightly swaying the dangly little bits of fabric as they walked. It felt good to do so, although they would stop whenever he turned to look. It was just simple force of habit, to not do weird things like that when being observed. ]

[ Despite appearing rather content, their mind still couldn't help but drift. They recalled what it was like to taste their own blood, to see it pooling around their broken body. They could distinctly remember how muddy everything got, how dizzy and lightheaded they felt while being actively unable to give in. They were so acutely aware of how their body was perpetually failing, held stagnant in this sort of alive-yet-simultaneously-dying limbo. It hurt. It hurt more than anything. Yet, it also wasn't so bad. The constant shock and numbness likely dulled some of the pain they would have experienced, and besides.. They deserved it, didn't they? ]

[ They couldn't help but wonder when they would be in that sort of situation again. Would it be here, or in the safety of some place else? Would it follow the painfully familiar pattern of them being knocked unconscious and quite literally kidnapped? This time, would anyone be there for them? ]

[ ... God, they hoped not. He shouldn't have to be forced to deal with them when they're like that. ]

[ ... ]

Of course I did!

[ ... ]

[ His hand raises to rub the back of his neck. ]

... I know that's easy for anyone to say, but I do truly mean it. And I intend to prove that I do. I'm not one to go back on promises!

[ Psi places a gentle hand on Writer's shoulder as they walk, trying to be reassuring. ]

[ . . . ]

wh- huh??

. . . [ He mutters under his breath ] of course, now of all times..

[ Glancing around, his hand moves to Writer's forearm, gently tugging them along as he moves to round a corner. hoping that whoever was passing wouldn't notice the two scampering about. ]

gh-   what are you–

[ Psi's voice is kept low, a slight quiver revealing how unsure of himself he is. ]

[ They whispered, glancing over at him as they shuffled along. They were rather stiff while moving, being... Well, horribly anxious and filled with impending doom. ]

[ Behold: the bacteria in a petri dish. They're walking around, perfectly fine with the environment, somehow. They're... Well, outside. It's best not to question that. The little PNG background child—again, it's best not to question these sort of things—seemed relatively sure of the labyrinthine geometry they were traversing through, although they likely haven't been here much if not at all. It's just not safe to be going on the government facility equivalent of urbex trips anymore. Of course, no government would likely support something like this, but it's probably around the same level of top secrecy. ]

[ Despite not really needing clothing since there's not really much in the way of an actual body to cover up, they're in a slightly oversized and bloodstained grey sweater. Of course, there had been an attempt to wash said blood out, but that did little other than fade the color. At least from an outsider's perspective it's not too noticeable. Maybe if it were actually red, instead of... Whatever that is. ]

[ Despite his years of experience, these halls weren't exactly memorized. He was never the most well put together employee, and despite his best efforts, he could never quite seem to find his way around. Didn't help that this building seemed to be ever-changing, or at least put on the illusion of it. ]

[ His own navigational issues would have to be set aside, though. ]

[ As much as, realistically speaking, nothing terrible would happen, he couldn't help but worry for Writer walking down these hallways alone. Especially considering some ... More or less shared negative experience with a certain admin, it was safe to say both of them were treading on thin ice. Psi couldn't stand to think about the "what ifs" of the matter. He had always been the anxious type. ]

[ Mind deep in branching thoughts, Psi rounded a corner before coming to a sudden halt (nearly causing him to trip over his own feet). Seemingly, his method of "scower the sector until you find them" had worked in his favor, Writer being in sight at the opposite end of the hall. ]

[ Regaining his bearings, his shoes clicked on the tile floor beneath them, approaching Writer with an enthusiastic wave. ]

hhhwhaa??

[ Of course, they were almost instantly awoken by what was almost certainly someone about to come get them, for better or for worse. They were entirely expecting for the latter to be the case, subconsciously tensing up and seemingly on pretty high alert despite having just been roused from sleep. Bleary-eyed, they would look around for a comedically long time before finally spotting Psi and ever so slightly relaxing. Turns out, white on white is just as hard of a distinction to make between grey on grey when you can't see that well. ]

I .. Apologize for taking so long. Navigation has never been my strongest suit. [ He chuckles. ]

You're alright though, yes? Nobody has tried to bother you?

[ They blinked quite a bit, taking a moment to process words. They're likely fully awake by now, but that seems largely irrelevant to how tired they still seem to be. ]

.. um. probably not. Otherwise, I'd be... you know.

[ Kid just looked away, fidgeting with their hands a slight bit. It goes without saying that in this instance, had someone else found them, it probably wouldn't be a very pretty sight. Especially not for him. They personally felt largely indifferent about the idea of having been caught. Perhaps "indifferent" isn't exactly the right word for it, but... They wouldn't have minded it. Of course, hardly anyone enjoys being in pain; they certainly do not. But they've had it coming for quite some time, haven't they? ]

[ ... ]

[ They really weren't good at making conversation, were they? Not a clue on what to say, and it's around the time where one should introduce their own words in order to keep things flowing smoothly. They're... How old were they? Either way, old enough to where they should at least know how to interact with other people by now. ]

[ Psi steps forward, now stood beside Writer while keeping a comfortable distance. He wouldn't want to startle the kid at all. ]

Now that I'm generally aware of my surroundings, I can guide you back to Divi's office. Not far from here, I believe, just a few halls down.. I've been keeping a handful of potted plants in there for some time now! It's .. well, a little disorganized, do keep in mind ..

[ They looked back up at him, hurriedly attempting to get up from where they sat. Their legs were a little weak-feeling, like they would genuinely just give out from underneath them, but that was fairly normal all things considered. However they did almost manage to fall while doing so, somehow. ]

[ They would take a few steps toward Psi, and then abruptly stop. ]

... Are you sure I'm allowed?

Gods, I'm not allowed here! I shouldn't be in this building at all but the folks in the moonbase all like me enough to let me hunker down. Trust me, he is one bad day away from having my head on a spike for this. I'm not exactly above breaking the rules anymore, hehe..

[ His head tilts slightly, his own way of 'winking' without having traditional 'eyes'. ]

You'll be okay, Kiddo. Divi wont mind me having a visitor 'round, I promise. I'll make sure you're okay.

[ If anything, he's doing this out of pity. ]

ook. I trust you.

That's all I can ask for, really. I'm happy that you do.

[ Despite his outwardly calm demeanor, Psi couldn't exactly let himself breathe. He felt eyes burrowing into the back of his head. Heard extra pairs of footsteps despite them being the only two bodies in the hall. He knew it was nothing more than paranoia.. At least, that what he wanted to think. Regardless, he couldn't shake the feeling. Something wasn't right. ]

[ That didn't matter, though. The last thing he wanted to do was scare Writer, someone who was already skittish enough as is. Lord, he felt awful for that kid. Nobody as young as they were should have to experience anything of this degree. Gods, how old were they again? Fourteen? Fifteen? Psi couldn't quite remember off the top of his head, not that the specifics mattered, it was horrible regardless. ]

[ It was only natural for Psi to want to protect this kid. If seemingly nobody else would, then he would. ]

[ They would retreat their hands into the sleeves of their sweater, lightly swaying the dangly little bits of fabric as they walked. It felt good to do so, although they would stop whenever he turned to look. It was just simple force of habit, to not do weird things like that when being observed. ]

[ Despite appearing rather content, their mind still couldn't help but drift. They recalled what it was like to taste their own blood, to see it pooling around their broken body. They could distinctly remember how muddy everything got, how dizzy and lightheaded they felt while being actively unable to give in. They were so acutely aware of how their body was perpetually failing, held stagnant in this sort of alive-yet-simultaneously-dying limbo. It hurt. It hurt more than anything. Yet, it also wasn't so bad. The constant shock and numbness likely dulled some of the pain they would have experienced, and besides.. They deserved it, didn't they? ]

[ They couldn't help but wonder when they would be in that sort of situation again. Would it be here, or in the safety of some place else? Would it follow the painfully familiar pattern of them being knocked unconscious and quite literally kidnapped? This time, would anyone be there for them? ]

[ ... God, they hoped not. He shouldn't have to be forced to deal with them when they're like that. ]

[ ... ]

Of course I did!

[ ... ]

[ His hand raises to rub the back of his neck. ]

... I know that's easy for anyone to say, but I do truly mean it. And I intend to prove that I do. I'm not one to go back on promises!

[ Psi places a gentle hand on Writer's shoulder as they walk, trying to be reassuring. ]

[ . . . ]

wh- huh??

. . . [ He mutters under his breath ] of course, now of all times..

[ Glancing around, his hand moves to Writer's forearm, gently tugging them along as he moves to round a corner. hoping that whoever was passing wouldn't notice the two scampering about. ]

gh-   what are you–

[ Behold: the bacteria in a petri dish. They're walking around, perfectly fine with the environment, somehow. They're... Well, outside. It's best not to question that. The little PNG background child—again, it's best not to question these sort of things—seemed relatively sure of the labyrinthine geometry they were traversing through, although they likely haven't been here much if not at all. It's just not safe to be going on the government facility equivalent of urbex trips anymore. Of course, no government would likely support something like this, but it's probably around the same level of top secrecy. ]

[ Despite not really needing clothing since there's not really much in the way of an actual body to cover up, they're in a slightly oversized and bloodstained grey sweater. Of course, there had been an attempt to wash said blood out, but that did little other than fade the color. At least from an outsider's perspective it's not too noticeable. Maybe if it were actually red, instead of... Whatever that is. ]

[ Despite his years of experience, these halls weren't exactly memorized. He was never the most well put together employee, and despite his best efforts, he could never quite seem to find his way around. Didn't help that this building seemed to be ever-changing, or at least put on the illusion of it. ]

[ His own navigational issues would have to be set aside, though. ]

[ As much as, realistically speaking, nothing terrible would happen, he couldn't help but worry for Writer walking down these hallways alone. Especially considering some ... More or less shared negative experience with a certain admin, it was safe to say both of them were treading on thin ice. Psi couldn't stand to think about the "what ifs" of the matter. He had always been the anxious type. ]

[ Mind deep in branching thoughts, Psi rounded a corner before coming to a sudden halt (nearly causing him to trip over his own feet). Seemingly, his method of "scower the sector until you find them" had worked in his favor, Writer being in sight at the opposite end of the hall. ]

[ Regaining his bearings, his shoes clicked on the tile floor beneath them, approaching Writer with an enthusiastic wave. ]

hhhwhaa??

[ Of course, they were almost instantly awoken by what was almost certainly someone about to come get them, for better or for worse. They were entirely expecting for the latter to be the case, subconsciously tensing up and seemingly on pretty high alert despite having just been roused from sleep. Bleary-eyed, they would look around for a comedically long time before finally spotting Psi and ever so slightly relaxing. Turns out, white on white is just as hard of a distinction to make between grey on grey when you can't see that well. ]

I .. Apologize for taking so long. Navigation has never been my strongest suit. [ He chuckles. ]

You're alright though, yes? Nobody has tried to bother you?

[ They blinked quite a bit, taking a moment to process words. They're likely fully awake by now, but that seems largely irrelevant to how tired they still seem to be. ]

.. um. probably not. Otherwise, I'd be... you know.

[ Kid just looked away, fidgeting with their hands a slight bit. It goes without saying that in this instance, had someone else found them, it probably wouldn't be a very pretty sight. Especially not for him. They personally felt largely indifferent about the idea of having been caught. Perhaps "indifferent" isn't exactly the right word for it, but... They wouldn't have minded it. Of course, hardly anyone enjoys being in pain; they certainly do not. But they've had it coming for quite some time, haven't they? ]

[ ... ]

[ They really weren't good at making conversation, were they? Not a clue on what to say, and it's around the time where one should introduce their own words in order to keep things flowing smoothly. They're... How old were they? Either way, old enough to where they should at least know how to interact with other people by now. ]

[ Psi steps forward, now stood beside Writer while keeping a comfortable distance. He wouldn't want to startle the kid at all. ]

Now that I'm generally aware of my surroundings, I can guide you back to Divi's office. Not far from here, I believe, just a few halls down.. I've been keeping a handful of potted plants in there for some time now! It's .. well, a little disorganized, do keep in mind ..

[ They looked back up at him, hurriedly attempting to get up from where they sat. Their legs were a little weak-feeling, like they would genuinely just give out from underneath them, but that was fairly normal all things considered. However they did almost manage to fall while doing so, somehow. ]

[ They would take a few steps toward Psi, and then abruptly stop. ]

... Are you sure I'm allowed?

Gods, I'm not allowed here! I shouldn't be in this building at all but the folks in the moonbase all like me enough to let me hunker down. Trust me, he is one bad day away from having my head on a spike for this. I'm not exactly above breaking the rules anymore, hehe..

[ His head tilts slightly, his own way of 'winking' without having traditional 'eyes'. ]

You'll be okay, Kiddo. Divi wont mind me having a visitor 'round, I promise. I'll make sure you're okay.

[ If anything, he's doing this out of pity. ]

ook. I trust you.

That's all I can ask for, really. I'm happy that you do.

[ Despite his outwardly calm demeanor, Psi couldn't exactly let himself breathe. He felt eyes burrowing into the back of his head. Heard extra pairs of footsteps despite them being the only two bodies in the hall. He knew it was nothing more than paranoia.. At least, that what he wanted to think. Regardless, he couldn't shake the feeling. Something wasn't right. ]

[ That didn't matter, though. The last thing he wanted to do was scare Writer, someone who was already skittish enough as is. Lord, he felt awful for that kid. Nobody as young as they were should have to experience anything of this degree. Gods, how old were they again? Fourteen? Fifteen? Psi couldn't quite remember off the top of his head, not that the specifics mattered, it was horrible regardless. ]

[ It was only natural for Psi to want to protect this kid. If seemingly nobody else would, then he would. ]

[ They would retreat their hands into the sleeves of their sweater, lightly swaying the dangly little bits of fabric as they walked. It felt good to do so, although they would stop whenever he turned to look. It was just simple force of habit, to not do weird things like that when being observed. ]

[ Despite appearing rather content, their mind still couldn't help but drift. They recalled what it was like to taste their own blood, to see it pooling around their broken body. They could distinctly remember how muddy everything got, how dizzy and lightheaded they felt while being actively unable to give in. They were so acutely aware of how their body was perpetually failing, held stagnant in this sort of alive-yet-simultaneously-dying limbo. It hurt. It hurt more than anything. Yet, it also wasn't so bad. The constant shock and numbness likely dulled some of the pain they would have experienced, and besides.. They deserved it, didn't they? ]

[ They couldn't help but wonder when they would be in that sort of situation again. Would it be here, or in the safety of some place else? Would it follow the painfully familiar pattern of them being knocked unconscious and quite literally kidnapped? This time, would anyone be there for them? ]

[ ... God, they hoped not. He shouldn't have to be forced to deal with them when they're like that. ]

[ ... ]

Of course I did!

[ ... ]

[ His hand raises to rub the back of his neck. ]

... I know that's easy for anyone to say, but I do truly mean it. And I intend to prove that I do. I'm not one to go back on promises!

[ Psi places a gentle hand on Writer's shoulder as they walk, trying to be reassuring. ]

[ . . . ]

wh- huh??

[ Behold: the bacteria in a petri dish. They're walking around, perfectly fine with the environment, somehow. They're... Well, outside. It's best not to question that. The little PNG background child—again, it's best not to question these sort of things—seemed relatively sure of the labyrinthine geometry they were traversing through, although they likely haven't been here much if not at all. It's just not safe to be going on the government facility equivalent of urbex trips anymore. Of course, no government would likely support something like this, but it's probably around the same level of top secrecy. ]

[ Despite not really needing clothing since there's not really much in the way of an actual body to cover up, they're in a slightly oversized and bloodstained grey sweater. Of course, there had been an attempt to wash said blood out, but that did little other than fade the color. At least from an outsider's perspective it's not too noticeable. Maybe if it were actually red, instead of... Whatever that is. ]

[ Despite his years of experience, these halls weren't exactly memorized. He was never the most well put together employee, and despite his best efforts, he could never quite seem to find his way around. Didn't help that this building seemed to be ever-changing, or at least put on the illusion of it. ]

[ His own navigational issues would have to be set aside, though. ]

[ As much as, realistically speaking, nothing terrible would happen, he couldn't help but worry for Writer walking down these hallways alone. Especially considering some ... More or less shared negative experience with a certain admin, it was safe to say both of them were treading on thin ice. Psi couldn't stand to think about the "what ifs" of the matter. He had always been the anxious type. ]

[ Mind deep in branching thoughts, Psi rounded a corner before coming to a sudden halt (nearly causing him to trip over his own feet). Seemingly, his method of "scower the sector until you find them" had worked in his favor, Writer being in sight at the opposite end of the hall. ]

[ Regaining his bearings, his shoes clicked on the tile floor beneath them, approaching Writer with an enthusiastic wave. ]

hhhwhaa??

[ Of course, they were almost instantly awoken by what was almost certainly someone about to come get them, for better or for worse. They were entirely expecting for the latter to be the case, subconsciously tensing up and seemingly on pretty high alert despite having just been roused from sleep. Bleary-eyed, they would look around for a comedically long time before finally spotting Psi and ever so slightly relaxing. Turns out, white on white is just as hard of a distinction to make between grey on grey when you can't see that well. ]

I .. Apologize for taking so long. Navigation has never been my strongest suit. [ He chuckles. ]

You're alright though, yes? Nobody has tried to bother you?

[ They blinked quite a bit, taking a moment to process words. They're likely fully awake by now, but that seems largely irrelevant to how tired they still seem to be. ]

.. um. probably not. Otherwise, I'd be... you know.

[ Kid just looked away, fidgeting with their hands a slight bit. It goes without saying that in this instance, had someone else found them, it probably wouldn't be a very pretty sight. Especially not for him. They personally felt largely indifferent about the idea of having been caught. Perhaps "indifferent" isn't exactly the right word for it, but... They wouldn't have minded it. Of course, hardly anyone enjoys being in pain; they certainly do not. But they've had it coming for quite some time, haven't they? ]

[ ... ]

[ They really weren't good at making conversation, were they? Not a clue on what to say, and it's around the time where one should introduce their own words in order to keep things flowing smoothly. They're... How old were they? Either way, old enough to where they should at least know how to interact with other people by now. ]

[ Psi steps forward, now stood beside Writer while keeping a comfortable distance. He wouldn't want to startle the kid at all. ]

Now that I'm generally aware of my surroundings, I can guide you back to Divi's office. Not far from here, I believe, just a few halls down.. I've been keeping a handful of potted plants in there for some time now! It's .. well, a little disorganized, do keep in mind ..

[ They looked back up at him, hurriedly attempting to get up from where they sat. Their legs were a little weak-feeling, like they would genuinely just give out from underneath them, but that was fairly normal all things considered. However they did almost manage to fall while doing so, somehow. ]

[ They would take a few steps toward Psi, and then abruptly stop. ]

... Are you sure I'm allowed?

Gods, I'm not allowed here! I shouldn't be in this building at all but the folks in the moonbase all like me enough to let me hunker down. Trust me, he is one bad day away from having my head on a spike for this. I'm not exactly above breaking the rules anymore, hehe..

[ His head tilts slightly, his own way of 'winking' without having traditional 'eyes'. ]

You'll be okay, Kiddo. Divi wont mind me having a visitor 'round, I promise. I'll make sure you're okay.

[ If anything, he's doing this out of pity. ]

ook. I trust you.

That's all I can ask for, really. I'm happy that you do.

[ Despite his outwardly calm demeanor, Psi couldn't exactly let himself breathe. He felt eyes burrowing into the back of his head. Heard extra pairs of footsteps despite them being the only two bodies in the hall. He knew it was nothing more than paranoia.. At least, that what he wanted to think. Regardless, he couldn't shake the feeling. Something wasn't right. ]

[ That didn't matter, though. The last thing he wanted to do was scare Writer, someone who was already skittish enough as is. Lord, he felt awful for that kid. Nobody as young as they were should have to experience anything of this degree. Gods, how old were they again? Fourteen? Fifteen? Psi couldn't quite remember off the top of his head, not that the specifics mattered, it was horrible regardless. ]

[ It was only natural for Psi to want to protect this kid. If seemingly nobody else would, then he would. ]

[ They would retreat their hands into the sleeves of their sweater, lightly swaying the dangly little bits of fabric as they walked. It felt good to do so, although they would stop whenever he turned to look. It was just simple force of habit, to not do weird things like that when being observed. ]

[ Despite appearing rather content, their mind still couldn't help but drift. They recalled what it was like to taste their own blood, to see it pooling around their broken body. They could distinctly remember how muddy everything got, how dizzy and lightheaded they felt while being actively unable to give in. They were so acutely aware of how their body was perpetually failing, held stagnant in this sort of alive-yet-simultaneously-dying limbo. It hurt. It hurt more than anything. Yet, it also wasn't so bad. The constant shock and numbness likely dulled some of the pain they would have experienced, and besides.. They deserved it, didn't they? ]

[ They couldn't help but wonder when they would be in that sort of situation again. Would it be here, or in the safety of some place else? Would it follow the painfully familiar pattern of them being knocked unconscious and quite literally kidnapped? This time, would anyone be there for them? ]

[ ... God, they hoped not. He shouldn't have to be forced to deal with them when they're like that. ]

[ ... ]

[ Behold: the bacteria in a petri dish. They're walking around, perfectly fine with the environment, somehow. They're... Well, outside. It's best not to question that. The little PNG background child—again, it's best not to question these sort of things—seemed relatively sure of the labyrinthine geometry they were traversing through, although they likely haven't been here much if not at all. It's just not safe to be going on the government facility equivalent of urbex trips anymore. Of course, no government would likely support something like this, but it's probably around the same level of top secrecy. ]

[ Despite not really needing clothing since there's not really much in the way of an actual body to cover up, they're in a slightly oversized and bloodstained grey sweater. Of course, there had been an attempt to wash said blood out, but that did little other than fade the color. At least from an outsider's perspective it's not too noticeable. Maybe if it were actually red, instead of... Whatever that is. ]

[ Despite his years of experience, these halls weren't exactly memorized. He was never the most well put together employee, and despite his best efforts, he could never quite seem to find his way around. Didn't help that this building seemed to be ever-changing, or at least put on the illusion of it. ]

[ His own navigational issues would have to be set aside, though. ]

[ As much as, realistically speaking, nothing terrible would happen, he couldn't help but worry for Writer walking down these hallways alone. Especially considering some ... More or less shared negative experience with a certain admin, it was safe to say both of them were treading on thin ice. Psi couldn't stand to think about the "what ifs" of the matter. He had always been the anxious type. ]

[ Mind deep in branching thoughts, Psi rounded a corner before coming to a sudden halt (nearly causing him to trip over his own feet). Seemingly, his method of "scower the sector until you find them" had worked in his favor, Writer being in sight at the opposite end of the hall. ]

[ Regaining his bearings, his shoes clicked on the tile floor beneath them, approaching Writer with an enthusiastic wave. ]

hhhwhaa??

[ Of course, they were almost instantly awoken by what was almost certainly someone about to come get them, for better or for worse. They were entirely expecting for the latter to be the case, subconsciously tensing up and seemingly on pretty high alert despite having just been roused from sleep. Bleary-eyed, they would look around for a comedically long time before finally spotting Psi and ever so slightly relaxing. Turns out, white on white is just as hard of a distinction to make between grey on grey when you can't see that well. ]

I .. Apologize for taking so long. Navigation has never been my strongest suit. [ He chuckles. ]

You're alright though, yes? Nobody has tried to bother you?

[ They blinked quite a bit, taking a moment to process words. They're likely fully awake by now, but that seems largely irrelevant to how tired they still seem to be. ]

.. um. probably not. Otherwise, I'd be... you know.

[ Kid just looked away, fidgeting with their hands a slight bit. It goes without saying that in this instance, had someone else found them, it probably wouldn't be a very pretty sight. Especially not for him. They personally felt largely indifferent about the idea of having been caught. Perhaps "indifferent" isn't exactly the right word for it, but... They wouldn't have minded it. Of course, hardly anyone enjoys being in pain; they certainly do not. But they've had it coming for quite some time, haven't they? ]

[ ... ]

[ They really weren't good at making conversation, were they? Not a clue on what to say, and it's around the time where one should introduce their own words in order to keep things flowing smoothly. They're... How old were they? Either way, old enough to where they should at least know how to interact with other people by now. ]

[ Psi steps forward, now stood beside Writer while keeping a comfortable distance. He wouldn't want to startle the kid at all. ]

Now that I'm generally aware of my surroundings, I can guide you back to Divi's office. Not far from here, I believe, just a few halls down.. I've been keeping a handful of potted plants in there for some time now! It's .. well, a little disorganized, do keep in mind ..

[ They looked back up at him, hurriedly attempting to get up from where they sat. Their legs were a little weak-feeling, like they would genuinely just give out from underneath them, but that was fairly normal all things considered. However they did almost manage to fall while doing so, somehow. ]

[ They would take a few steps toward Psi, and then abruptly stop. ]

... Are you sure I'm allowed?

Gods, I'm not allowed here! I shouldn't be in this building at all but the folks in the moonbase all like me enough to let me hunker down. Trust me, he is one bad day away from having my head on a spike for this. I'm not exactly above breaking the rules anymore, hehe..

[ His head tilts slightly, his own way of 'winking' without having traditional 'eyes'. ]

You'll be okay, Kiddo. Divi wont mind me having a visitor 'round, I promise. I'll make sure you're okay.

[ If anything, he's doing this out of pity. ]

ook. I trust you.

[ Behold: the bacteria in a petri dish. They're walking around, perfectly fine with the environment, somehow. They're... Well, outside. It's best not to question that. The little PNG background child—again, it's best not to question these sort of things—seemed relatively sure of the labyrinthine geometry they were traversing through, although they likely haven't been here much if not at all. It's just not safe to be going on the government facility equivalent of urbex trips anymore. Of course, no government would likely support something like this, but it's probably around the same level of top secrecy. ]

[ Despite not really needing clothing since there's not really much in the way of an actual body to cover up, they're in a slightly oversized and bloodstained grey sweater. Of course, there had been an attempt to wash said blood out, but that did little other than fade the color. At least from an outsider's perspective it's not too noticeable. Maybe if it were actually red, instead of... Whatever that is. ]

[ Despite his years of experience, these halls weren't exactly memorized. He was never the most well put together employee, and despite his best efforts, he could never quite seem to find his way around. Didn't help that this building seemed to be ever-changing, or at least put on the illusion of it. ]

[ His own navigational issues would have to be set aside, though. ]

[ As much as, realistically speaking, nothing terrible would happen, he couldn't help but worry for Writer walking down these hallways alone. Especially considering some ... More or less shared negative experience with a certain admin, it was safe to say both of them were treading on thin ice. Psi couldn't stand to think about the "what ifs" of the matter. He had always been the anxious type. ]

[ Mind deep in branching thoughts, Psi rounded a corner before coming to a sudden halt (nearly causing him to trip over his own feet). Seemingly, his method of "scower the sector until you find them" had worked in his favor, Writer being in sight at the opposite end of the hall. ]

[ Regaining his bearings, his shoes clicked on the tile floor beneath them, approaching Writer with an enthusiastic wave. ]

hhhwhaa??

[ Of course, they were almost instantly awoken by what was almost certainly someone about to come get them, for better or for worse. They were entirely expecting for the latter to be the case, subconsciously tensing up and seemingly on pretty high alert despite having just been roused from sleep. Bleary-eyed, they would look around for a comedically long time before finally spotting Psi and ever so slightly relaxing. Turns out, white on white is just as hard of a distinction to make between grey on grey when you can't see that well. ]

I .. Apologize for taking so long. Navigation has never been my strongest suit. [ He chuckles. ]

You're alright though, yes? Nobody has tried to bother you?

[ They blinked quite a bit, taking a moment to process words. They're likely fully awake by now, but that seems largely irrelevant to how tired they still seem to be. ]

.. um. probably not. Otherwise, I'd be... you know.

[ Kid just looked away, fidgeting with their hands a slight bit. It goes without saying that in this instance, had someone else found them, it probably wouldn't be a very pretty sight. Especially not for him. They personally felt largely indifferent about the idea of having been caught. Perhaps "indifferent" isn't exactly the right word for it, but... They wouldn't have minded it. Of course, hardly anyone enjoys being in pain; they certainly do not. But they've had it coming for quite some time, haven't they? ]

[ ... ]

[ They really weren't good at making conversation, were they? Not a clue on what to say, and it's around the time where one should introduce their own words in order to keep things flowing smoothly. They're... How old were they? Either way, old enough to where they should at least know how to interact with other people by now. ]

[ Psi steps forward, now stood beside Writer while keeping a comfortable distance. He wouldn't want to startle the kid at all. ]

Now that I'm generally aware of my surroundings, I can guide you back to Divi's office. Not far from here, I believe, just a few halls down.. I've been keeping a handful of potted plants in there for some time now! It's .. well, a little disorganized, do keep in mind ..

[ They looked back up at him, hurriedly attempting to get up from where they sat. Their legs were a little weak-feeling, like they would genuinely just give out from underneath them, but that was fairly normal all things considered. However they did almost manage to fall while doing so, somehow. ]

[ They would take a few steps toward Psi, and then abruptly stop. ]

... Are you sure I'm allowed?

[ Behold: the bacteria in a petri dish. They're walking around, perfectly fine with the environment, somehow. They're... Well, outside. It's best not to question that. The little PNG background child—again, it's best not to question these sort of things—seemed relatively sure of the labyrinthine geometry they were traversing through, although they likely haven't been here much if not at all. It's just not safe to be going on the government facility equivalent of urbex trips anymore. Of course, no government would likely support something like this, but it's probably around the same level of top secrecy. ]

[ Despite not really needing clothing since there's not really much in the way of an actual body to cover up, they're in a slightly oversized and bloodstained grey sweater. Of course, there had been an attempt to wash said blood out, but that did little other than fade the color. At least from an outsider's perspective it's not too noticeable. Maybe if it were actually red, instead of... Whatever that is. ]

[ Despite his years of experience, these halls weren't exactly memorized. He was never the most well put together employee, and despite his best efforts, he could never quite seem to find his way around. Didn't help that this building seemed to be ever-changing, or at least put on the illusion of it. ]

[ His own navigational issues would have to be set aside, though. ]

[ As much as, realistically speaking, nothing terrible would happen, he couldn't help but worry for Writer walking down these hallways alone. Especially considering some ... More or less shared negative experience with a certain admin, it was safe to say both of them were treading on thin ice. Psi couldn't stand to think about the "what ifs" of the matter. He had always been the anxious type. ]

[ Mind deep in branching thoughts, Psi rounded a corner before coming to a sudden halt (nearly causing him to trip over his own feet). Seemingly, his method of "scower the sector until you find them" had worked in his favor, Writer being in sight at the opposite end of the hall. ]

[ Regaining his bearings, his shoes clicked on the tile floor beneath them, approaching Writer with an enthusiastic wave. ]

hhhwhaa??

[ Of course, they were almost instantly awoken by what was almost certainly someone about to come get them, for better or for worse. They were entirely expecting for the latter to be the case, subconsciously tensing up and seemingly on pretty high alert despite having just been roused from sleep. Bleary-eyed, they would look around for a comedically long time before finally spotting Psi and ever so slightly relaxing. Turns out, white on white is just as hard of a distinction to make between grey on grey when you can't see that well. ]

I .. Apologize for taking so long. Navigation has never been my strongest suit. [ He chuckles. ]

You're alright though, yes? Nobody has tried to bother you?

[ They blinked quite a bit, taking a moment to process words. They're likely fully awake by now, but that seems largely irrelevant to how tired they still seem to be. ]

.. um. probably not. Otherwise, I'd be... you know.

[ Kid just looked away, fidgeting with their hands a slight bit. It goes without saying that in this instance, had someone else found them, it probably wouldn't be a very pretty sight. Especially not for him. They personally felt largely indifferent about the idea of having been caught. Perhaps "indifferent" isn't exactly the right word for it, but... They wouldn't have minded it. Of course, hardly anyone enjoys being in pain; they certainly do not. But they've had it coming for quite some time, haven't they? ]

[ ... ]

[ They really weren't good at making conversation, were they? Not a clue on what to say, and it's around the time where one should introduce their own words in order to keep things flowing smoothly. They're... How old were they? Either way, old enough to where they should at least know how to interact with other people by now. ]

[ Behold: the bacteria in a petri dish. They're walking around, perfectly fine with the environment, somehow. They're... Well, outside. It's best not to question that. The little PNG background child—again, it's best not to question these sort of things—seemed relatively sure of the labyrinthine geometry they were traversing through, although they likely haven't been here much if not at all. It's just not safe to be going on the government facility equivalent of urbex trips anymore. Of course, no government would likely support something like this, but it's probably around the same level of top secrecy. ]

[ Despite not really needing clothing since there's not really much in the way of an actual body to cover up, they're in a slightly oversized and bloodstained grey sweater. Of course, there had been an attempt to wash said blood out, but that did little other than fade the color. At least from an outsider's perspective it's not too noticeable. Maybe if it were actually red, instead of... Whatever that is. ]

[ Despite his years of experience, these halls weren't exactly memorized. He was never the most well put together employee, and despite his best efforts, he could never quite seem to find his way around. Didn't help that this building seemed to be ever-changing, or at least put on the illusion of it. ]

[ His own navigational issues would have to be set aside, though. ]

[ As much as, realistically speaking, nothing terrible would happen, he couldn't help but worry for Writer walking down these hallways alone. Especially considering some ... More or less shared negative experience with a certain admin, it was safe to say both of them were treading on thin ice. Psi couldn't stand to think about the "what ifs" of the matter. He had always been the anxious type. ]

[ Mind deep in branching thoughts, Psi rounded a corner before coming to a sudden halt (nearly causing him to trip over his own feet). Seemingly, his method of "scower the sector until you find them" had worked in his favor, Writer being in sight at the opposite end of the hall. ]

[ Regaining his bearings, his shoes clicked on the tile floor beneath them, approaching Writer with an enthusiastic wave. ]

hhhwhaa??

[ Of course, they were almost instantly awoken by what was almost certainly someone about to come get them, for better or for worse. They were entirely expecting for the latter to be the case, subconsciously tensing up and seemingly on pretty high alert despite having just been roused from sleep. Bleary-eyed, they would look around for a comedically long time before finally spotting Psi and ever so slightly relaxing. Turns out, white on white is just as hard of a distinction to make between grey on grey when you can't see that well. ]

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Have you ever Thought of Adopting 2 chudlings

Have you ever Thought of Adopting 2 chudlings

Have you ever Thought of Adopting 2 chudlings