A/N: Hey there! This is a Fic written about a specific MSPARP chat group's adventure if we were to ever enter the medium. Our group was made on the premise of a Haunted Hive roleplay, before evolving into something else. But we've never found another name for ourselves. And without further ado, I hope you enjoy the shenanigans.

Marlog sat in-between her sewing machine and her laptop. Various UNFINISHED COSPLAYS and FANDOM PAINTINGS were stacked around her, hung on walls, and overall just everywhere the eye could see. Today was a very important day! She was to turn 16 and some odd days old! This was actually quite trivial, it was really important because her group of online chatroom friends were about to embark on a perilous journey to try out a new game on the market. As the 6 hours download neared it's completion, someone had finally popped into the chat room.

"Green: Heyo Bith"

"Marlog: Green, get yo bith ass ready to play, my installation is almost done and I don't feel like waiting for you."

"Green: About time, I've been sitting here forever waiting for you! The game keeps telling me to "wait for a client player" whatever that that means"

"Marlog: Well, I launched the client player you gave me, but nothings showing up."

"Green: Hey I can see you!"

"Marlog: Wait, what?"

"Green: I can see you, in your room! damn it's cluttered."

Without warning a painting flew up into the air and into one of the corners of Marlog's room. Then another, and another, until there were two large open spaces in the middle of the room.

"Marlog: Are you seeing this?"

"Green: Seeing, I'm DOING it. You can't do anything with this messy room"

"Marlog: Well, I can make more of a mess…"

"Green: That's not what I meant, I have these things I can put in your room, But I have no idea what they do."

A very oddly shaped device appeared in the smaller of the two open areas in her room. Intrigued, Marlog walked up to it and pushed a button. A teal cylinder popped out and after it, a very bright and jittery teal orb of energy. In a panicked frenzy, Marlog's younger sister Marlof ran into the room screaming something about asteroids, but before she could complete her thought she tripped on one of the UNFINISHED COSPLAYS Green had placed near the door and flew forward into the orb of light. The orb shook violently for a moment, before taking the form of Marlof's head.

"Marlog: WHAT DID YOU DO?!

"Green: Hey! You hit the button. This isn't my fault."

"Green: Hold on, Let me try something."

A painting flew up into the air, and hovered next to the floating head.

"Green: Hey Marlog, Mind pushing that in for me? I have a hunch…"

Believing she understood, Marlog did as she was instructed. The orb jittered again, but much to her dismay her beloved sister did not pop out. Rather, the orb took the shape of a ghost of sorts, with her sister's face and the nubby horns of some troll-like beast.

"Karklofsprite: HEY FUCKFACE, IT'S ME, YOUR LOVING SISTER"

"Marlog: Green. What. The. Fuck."

"Green: Okay, This one may have been my fault."

"Marlog: Give me that other machine. NOW. Maybe it'll fix your mistake and GET ME MY FUCKING SISTER BACK!"

Another machine appeared in her room without a second of delay. There were many inputs and dials, each flashing a random color with nothing written to distinguish one button from another.

"Marlog: Does this one come with instructions? or do I have to siphon off another family member to decide not to use it. Which might be hard, as there aren't any that will be around for another hour."

"Green: See that slot? Looks like it fits one of our fetch modus cards."

"Marlog: Oh, another one of your hunches?"

"Green: Look, If I had an amazing server player like you did, I'd get them to give me one and I'd test it out for myself."

"Marlog: Skittles is usually on by now, why not just wait and ask her?"

"Green: Well you see, I would. Buuuuuuut I'm a bit more preoccupied with the fucking meteor flying at your house."

"Marlog: WHAT?"

"Karklofsprite: I TRIED TO FUCKING TELL YOU, NOW HURRY UP SISSY-CHAN"

Marlog fumbled around her fetch modus, picking up the pencil and drawing a blank modus card. The card appeared in front of her, she grabbed it and shoved it into the slot of the machine.

"Green: Good, Now you see that cylinder? Put it in the needle lathe spiny thingy."

"Marlog: And what is that going to do?"

"Green: Remember? Meteor? Less complaining, More complying."

Marlog picked up the cylinder and shoved it into the lathe. She surveyed the control panel, finding a green arrow button and a red circle which she presumed to be the "start" and "stop". She hit and an awful grinding sound pierced her skull. The machine dug into the cylinder making it into a vase-like totem.

"Marlog: Great. What now."

"Green: I want you to go to your bathroom."

"Marlog: Green, why."

A toilet flew past her window

"Green: It's the now what."

Marlog climbed the stairs which were slowly being flooded with water. Just inside the bathroom door where the toilet used to be, was a third machine.

"Green: You've got me on how this one works, Good luck."

The machine had a large circular platform and then a control panel with a smaller platform, which was about the size of the base of the tome she had just created. Shrugging, she put the cruxite dowel on the small platform. The mere act of letting it go brought the machine to life. A projector flashed on and a phantom teal banana appeared which displayed "5 Grist" above it.

"Marlog: Any idea what that means?"

"Green: Well I think that means you can build a banana."

"Marlog: Is that a think, or a "think"?

"Green: I've been using grist to build those machines in your house, so I "think" it's a think."

"Marlog: How much grist do I have?"

"Green: Meteors coming, Agonizing death, You have enough, GO!"

Marlog hit the switch and the teal banana phased into existence. She picked it up, examined it, and found absolutely nothing of interest.

"Marlog: So what does this piece of shit do?"

"Green: *Pris shrug* I dunno, And, I'm out of machines I can make."

"Marlog: GOD FUCKING DAMN IT I'M DONE GREEN, FUCK THIS GAME."

Marlog smashed the banana against the door frame, snapping it in two. The house began to shake. Water stopped coming out of the broken plumbing in the floor. A bright light enveloped the room.

"Marlog: I take it back! I'll play! Just don't craft an atomic bomb or whatever. Damn it Green, why didn't I see this coming."

"Green: As much as I hate to admit it, This isn't me."

"Marlog: You bith."

The light grew in intensity, and when Marlog woke up, the sky around her was bright as day. She got up off of the bathroom floor, and went to look out the window. Instead of seeing her noisy old man of a neighbor's house, she saw glass. Lots and lots of broken glass. Jutting out every which way from rocks and statues in the shape of angels.

"Marlog: Green, what happened?"

"Green: Hold on Marlog."

"Pris: Green, just take it out of the dog's asshole already."

"Marlog: What the fuck did I miss."