A Shadow, an Eon, and a Worm 35

Visions, foreboding, and orbs

The entire group quickly made their way back to the lab- Eon couldn't help but feel bad about the scent of exasperation hovering around the two PRT troopers that had been put on guard duty- and once Piggot had set herself up in the observation room and the Parahumans plus Pokemon had gathered around on the outside of the tape line, they traded glances.

"So..." Shadow said slowly, alternating between watching the Time Gear and the teams closely. "Who goes first?"

The group was quiet for a moment, then Swarm shrugged. "Might be a good idea if I do it." She volunteered, stepping closer to- but not quite over- the line. "I'll go alone first, just to see if it works with just humans- you know, given what you speculated about Aura- and then after that either Shadow or Eon can come as well."

"Probably Eon, since we know he can get the Dimensional Scream."

"I'd disagree." Shadow objected. "We know Eon can, but we're working to test the Time Gear, so me and Swarm teaming up would be better. Maybe one human and one spirit would trigger it, maybe not, but finding out would be a good idea if only because then we'll know if we'll need Eon to trigger it every time."

"Makes sense to me." Eon agreed, sitting down and curling his tails around his paws in a sweeping motion. Their hosts nodded as well- Armsmaster somewhat begrudgingly, he thought- and Dragon did whatever she did to open the box again, sending the metal to the side and revealing the Time Gear.

Stepping over the line, Swarm paused for a moment to get used to the sensations, and powering through her obvious dizziness in order to place her hand on the side of it. For a brief moment, nothing happened, then Swarm swayed on the spot and backed away.

"Did it work?" Shadow asked, coming forward and circling her. She didn't bother to avoid stepping over the tape line, knowing that it wouldn't affect her alone, but Eon twitched in place with the urge to pull her back anyway.

"I think so." She nodded. "It was... strange. I was looking at the first time I used my powers, but from an outside view? It was weird."

"I've never actually used the Scream on myself..." Eon mused, tilting his head. "I actually didn't know that you could."

"Is it always like that?"

"The dizziness? Yeah. You get used to it eventually, but it's from the Aura use." He assured. "Moves aren't like that, though, so it's a little odd."

"Maybe it's a human thing." Shadow opined. "Are you ok to try again, though?"

"Sure, we can do that." Swarm nodded. "As long as you're ready to have a go, of course."

"Wouldn't be suggesting it if I wasn't." She winked, stepping over the line properly and looking back over her shoulder, extending a paw in invitation. Swarm shook her head, amused, and followed her along as well. The effects of the Time Gear didn't seem to unbalance her as much this time, and she followed along, kneeling beside Shadow as both placed a palm on it.

Again, both swayed, backing away slightly, and Swarm ended up using Shadow as a support for a moment as she recovered.

"Are you ok?" Eon called, nervous.

"Fine." She slowly drew herself to her feet, wobbling slightly, and made her way back over to them. "Just a bit disorienting. I can see what you meant about that, by the way. Having something like that happen in the field must be awful; I came out of it half-expecting an attack even though I knew there wouldn't be one."

"What did you see?"

"Some sort of ocean battle, I think." Her tone and scent felt like she was frowning. "There was water pretty much everywhere, and you two were balanced on rocks... there was some kind of bird with you, and I think something in the water as well? Shadow seemed to be protecting you."

"Probably Murky Ocean." Eon guessed, shaking his head. "I got caught up in a vision at the wrong time and nearly got hurt pretty bad. Shadow saved me, there."

"You have a lot of stories."

"I'll tell you them someday, though it'd probably take a while."

"I don't think my vision's possible." Shadow interrupted. "Swarm was fighting with Lung; there was a bunch of Capes around I didn't recognise, and I didn't see any signs of us there."

"Interesting..." He hummed. "That's not to say that it couldn't happen in the future, I suppose..."

"But I doubt it, given-" She paused, catching herself, and waved. "Well."

"I wonder if the Scream can show possible futures?" Swarm suggested. "I mean, Sally was shown things that were going to happen, right?"

"And they always did."

"But that's not to say that they absolutely have to, right? Maybe it shows possible futures, and it's just that Sally had always been unlucky enough to only see things close enough that they were unavoidable?"

"Either that, or it's something that's going to happen, and Shadow and I just weren't around at the time." Eon shrugged, then paused. "Just aren't around at the time? Tenses are confusing."

"I hope not." Swarm winced. "Once was enough, thank you..."

"So." Miss Militia coughed, making all three look over at her. "This Time Gear works fine with the three of you."

"Presumably, it would work with anyone else." Eon said, waving at it with a tail. "Any volunteers for another test? I'm willing to go ahead...?"

The three of them looked somewhat reluctant for a moment, before Armsmaster stepped forward- to the apparent surprise of both his partners. "As would I." He wobbled rather more violently as he crossed over the tape line, and getting closer only made it worse, to the point where Eon winced and offered up a tail for him to balance on.

"Careful not to pull that." He warned as he did. "It'd be mild, since I know it wouldn't be on purpose, but you wouldn't like the consequences even so."

Hesitantly, he used the offered tail to lean on as they stepped forward, touching the faintly glowing rock before them-

He thrust out the knife, swept it towards his opponent's chest cavity. His hand stopped.

With his vision in his good eye failing him, it took him a second to see why. Mannequin's hand gripped his wrist.

He pushed, as if he could beat this monster in strength. By some miracle, his hand moved a fraction closer to his enemy's chest. He redoubled his efforts, and it moved still closer.

A blade stuck out of Mannequin's upper arm, near the elbow joint. The upper arm fired like a small rocket to stick in the wall, and for a second, there was slack in the chain. Colin thrust the knife forward, came within inches of making contact with Mannequin's chest before the chain reeled in and the metal links went rigid.

The chain started to gradually reel in, and Mannequin started pulling his hand backward, toward the wall where the section of arm had stuck.

Then, as if to taunt Colin, Mannequin dropped to a crouch, moved his face less than an inch from the blur that marked the edge of the blade's effect.

No!

He couldn't say where, but he found some reserve of strength. The knife inched closer. Hairs away. He could see the material of the casing smoke just beneath Mannequin's 'eye', a dark patch revealing itself beneath.

Mannequin's head fell, tipping over backwards to strike the ground, dangling from the chain, out of reach of the blade. Still holding Colin's wrist, the headless villain stood straight.

He was toying with me.

Mannequin wrenched his hand back, as if to make it clear that he had let him get that close, that Colin had never really stood a chance. Colin was pulled to one side, and he didn't have the strength in his midsection to keep from falling over. His knife clattered from his grip as he fell to the floor.

The villain picked up the knife, examined it, then pressed the button to test it. The last thing Colin saw before darkness consumed his vision was the bastard using the weapon on the wall beside the window, dust billowing where it made contact.

In the last seconds of consciousness, he heard Dragon's voice, as if from a far away place. "No! No, no no! Colin! Stay awake! I need you!"

Eon recoiled sharply, gasping. He could feel Armsmaster doing the same, wobbling in place even despite the armour, and instinctively he began herding him back from the Time Gear, looking him over for injuries even though he knew they hadn't happened here- would never happen here, if he had anything to say about it.

"I... suppose it worked?" Shadow asked carefully, looking between them. She stepped forward to help Eon draw Armsmaster away, not knowing what the problem was but knowing very intimately what it looked like when Eon was searching a team mate for injuries, and between the two of them they managed to get things sorted out so that Eon's automatic 'protect the team' reaction- one finely honed by two years of running about as a Rescue Pokemon with a team that had a tendency to accidentally end up with incredibly dangerous situations- calmed down with proof that there wasn't any trouble. "What happened, Eon?"

"After." He grimaced, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He let it out slowly, hoping for a moment to steady himself, and pulled his tail away from acting as a support while giving Armsmaster a silent look to go ahead.

"A large stone tower." He told him. "The top of it was somewhere in the clouds, I couldn't see it from the perspective I had, and I could only see yourself and Shadow as well." He shuddered again. "It seemed like it was screaming."

"Future." Eon commented, letting out another breath. "That's certainly not something I'm familiar with, at least, and I'm fairly sure I'd remember being involved in some sort of mission with a screaming tower." He was still cautiously watching the Tinker, some part of him convinced that he was needing to watch an injured team mate- even though that was absolutely the future and Armsmaster wasn't even a team mate for Arceus' sake- and Dragon obviously noticed it.

"Is something wrong, Eon?" She sounded concerned, and given how panicked the woman had sounded at the end of the vision, he couldn't doubt that they had a strong bond. It made sense, that she would worry about her friend when Eon had just seen a vision that had very obviously shaken him, despite how used to the visions he was.

He settled himself in his seat, sweeping his tails back and forth in front of his paws in some agitation. "Extremely."

Like that, Shadow was at attention. Swarm took a moment more, but for someone with comparatively little experience with Eon when he was dealing with serious injuries, she caught on very quickly. Dragon was the same.

"You're all very familiar with Capes, obviously."

"That is our job, yes." The Director said sarcastically, over the speakers in the observation room. Eon winced a little at the acid in her tone, as well as the volume of the speakers, before sweeping his tails again.

"Then perhaps you can tell me who this is?" Focusing on the mildly-fuzzy vision, Eon flicked the ends of his tails once more, forming an illusion of the blank white figure that had been menacing the room, blood coating the arms and splashed onto the body, standing completely still in the middle of the room- away from any of Team Inari or Armsmaster.

Every human in the room froze, biting out a curse.

"Mannequin."Swarm muttered, the heavy stench of fear filling the air.

"Mannequin's a member of the Slaughterhouse Nine." Dragon elaborated, as she stared at the figure. "They're essentially roaming murderers, all very dangerous threats, that will just... show up in a town or city and do their best to kill everyone there."

"What wonderful people." Eon muttered dryly, making Shadow snort a little despite the tone of the room. He remembered them, now; Tattletale had mentioned them at the beginning, back when she was explaining the broad strokes about the Parahuman world to Shadow and himself, and Eon had looked into it further after partnering with Swarm, just in case it turned out that the Nine were something Hoopa had wanted them to deal with. "Well, this can only be foreboding. He attacks... I believe it's your lab, Armsmaster. I didn't get a very good view of it, admittedly, but I saw some of it when I wasn't looking at the fight. It was... not a very nice vision to experience. I... cannot say that I am certain you survived, in the vision."

Miss Militia and Armsmaster were both pale, behind their masks, and while Dragon was hidden entirely by her armour, there was still enough of a scent of terror-horror-panic-protectiveness-pain in the air that he could tell how she was feeling. There was a faint scent of anger, too, and he could smell Swarm's anxiety from a mile away. Shadow seemed like she was forcing herself not to try and hug the Tinker to try and heal him, though she only seemed a little nervous; either the two of them had less of a grasp on the threat than everyone else, or everyone else was less confident in their ability to deal with these people.

Then again, if they'd been running around for a long time and hadn't been eliminated by now, they were clearly doing something right.

Eon traded a glance with Shadow. We'll deal with that if we can. He decided, seeing the same thought crystallize in his second's mind. If we end up in a place and time where we can, we'll remove them from action. No-one gets to do something like that.

Eon felt that his resolution was probably more focused than Shadow, but given what he'd seen... Frowning, he stepped across the line again, vanishing the illusion and stopping just short of the stone. Show me Mannequin. He half-demanded, reaching forward. Mannequin, the Slaughterhouse Nine, anything at all. I want to know more. If Armsmaster survives, what they do, something, anything-!

The world lurched, spinning totally out of control, and he was vaguely aware of the fact that he was swaying as-

"Don't these look interesting." A man asked, flipping a knife around. "Brockton Bay seems to have gotten a lot more fun lately."

"I wanna see Panacea!" A little girl replied, sounding cheerful. "I want a sister! And that fluffy Shadow thing is so cute!"

The white figure of Mannequin tapped the table, gesturing something that the others in the room seemed to understand, while an older woman scoffed.

"Pretty, please. I want them for that fire-"

-And Eon collapsed to the floor, groaning.

"Eon!" A number of voices overlapped, making him groan at the volume, and he felt the faintly familiar feeling of being lifted with Extrasensory surrounded him, shifting him- out of the taped off area, probably, and leaving him at Shadow's side.

The combined Heal Pulse/Heal Bell was a soothing relief, though he kept his eyes closed in order to avoid ending up unwell. "That." He said, once he was sure he could speak without throwing up on the same. "That was a horrible idea."

"What happened?"

"I tried to force the Dimensional Scream with a focus." He explained. "I know that you can target it with a treasure of some sort, but I wanted to try and get something specific even though I didn't have one." He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, looking around. "At the very least, according to those visions, Armsmaster, Panacea, Shadow and myself are all targets. There was a young girl interested in Panacea and Shadow, and an older woman for myself and Shadow."

"The latter is probably Burnscar." Armsmaster told them. "And the girl Bonesaw."

Eon nodded, carefully, and pulled his legs under him to prepare to stand. He ended up leaning on Shadow a little bit to do so, but the world wasn't swaying too badly; he'd had worse after concussions in the past, the fight with Leviathan being only one bad example. Compared to that it was manageable.

"I think." He said, pausing for a moment when the nausea made a reappearance. "I think it might be a good idea to hide this. Lock it away somewhere, and make sure no-one can find it. Knowing what it can do... well." He swallowed. "It's only because the ability to use the Dimensional Scream is so rare that the Time Gears weren't attacked more often, legendary spirit guardians or no. In this world, where apparently any human can use it? There's plenty of people that wouldn't hesitate to launch attacks in an attempt to gain the ability to even possibly see their future." Eon looked up carefully at Swarm, then over at the three PRT Parahumans in the room, and ending on the glass window behind them, where Piggot could be seen.

Armsmaster was the first to nod, slow and thoughtful, causing them all to turn to him.

"I... believe that would be a good idea." He agreed. "Besides, with the apparent possibility of the Slaughterhouse Nine attacking the Bay, and getting onto the Rig, it might be a good idea to hide it somewhere far away." The Tinker seemed to shudder slightly, the move suppressed under the armour. "If the Nine got their hands on this, and found out what it did..." The rest of the room drew the same conclusion, the same shivers of fear running down their spines.

"I can bring a craft down to the Rig to take the box away somewhere else." Dragon offered softly. "Make sure that the Time Gear is locked away, behind as many of my systems as I can to make it as hard to break into as possible, and then lock it away in some location far away and as secure as I can manage."

She looked up and over at the window and the Director as she spoke, the woman looking somewhat conflicted for a moment before nodding.

"Very well. I don't like it, but I like the idea of the Nine being in control of something as apparently powerful as this even less." She seemed to grimace, though the slightly darkened glass of the window made it hard to be totally certain. "The Chief Director isn't going to be happy about this, I'm sure, but in the end I'd rather that something like this was safe than being kept in a building like this for use."

"That's not to say that people couldn't use it." Shadow suggested. "Since humans can activate it alone, Dragon could in theory activate it herself and make notes on whatever vision she gets, then pass that along to your Thinkers or something?"

"That might not be for the absolute best, Shadow." Eon warned her lowly. "We don't know much about human's Aura, and we don't know what sort of effect draining it might have. We don't know how quickly it recovers, or how much using the Time Gear takes. For all we know, Dragon might only be able to use it once a month before the drain just kills her, and we'd have no way to know until after it happened."

The room collectively winced. "That is a good point, Eon." Miss Militia nodded. "I think the Chief Director will just have to deal with it. Without further testing on humans, this Time Gear isn't safe, and it's not likely to be safe to actually do this testing. As such, the only way we could use this is by calling in you and Shadow to activate it either alone or with a human, and even then there's no guarantee that the vision would be one from the future, which poses more of a security risk than I think she'd be willing to take, no offence to yourselves."

"None taken, Miss Militia." He replied easily. "I can understand all too well that you probably wouldn't want any number of secrets from your past in the hands of outsiders, whether you trust them or not. It's one thing to offer them up freely, it's another thing to have those taken by force because of a Dimensional Scream."

Dragon hesitated for a moment, then shifted in place, looking at Inari curiously. "Would any of you mind doing one more test, then, before I begin to secure the Time Gear? I find myself somewhat curious."

Shadow and Swarm swapped glances- neither of them even looked at Eon, which he appreciated even though it slightly rankled that they were ignoring him as team leader- before Shadow stepped towards the tape line.

"One more is reasonable, I think." She agreed. "If you would?"

The female Tinker stepped closer as well, wobbling seriously as she crossed the border- to the point that Eon felt somewhat worried about her- then caught herself and followed Shadow to the Time Gear. Both knelt, reaching out, and with a flicker and a wobble activated it.

They stepped back a moment later, seemingly no worse for wear, Dragon giving off a thoughtful air while Shadow was alternating between frowning thoughtfully at her and looking a little concerned.

"Well?" Miss Militia asked, when it seemed fairly clear that neither of them were going to speak up. The two females traded a look, then Shadow sat, gesturing for Dragon to speak up.

"I don't think I can share mine." She admitted, curling her tails about her nervously and giving Eon a look. It was a look he was very familiar with, one where she was worried about what she'd learned and wasn't sure if she should share it because while it could be helpful with the mission but also it was intensely private or told in confidence. He shrugged, acknowledging the point and telling her that it was up to her in one go, and she shook her head. "Yeah, I... sorry. But I don't think I want to share that."

Dragon seemed mildly concerned about that, but nodded slowly. "Fair enough. Thank you, I suppose, for whatever it is." She said. "Mine was a scene in... some sort of building, it seemed? There was a large silver thing, which was floating and sparking with electricity? You had some kind of purple creature on your side that was also floating, it looked like it had a large hat. It seemed like you were in a server room of some kind, but a lot of it was damaged, and there was a strange... I don't know how to describe it, but it was quadrupedal with armour on its head."

"Oh. That." Eon scowled. "The Team CodeCracker mission."

"The silver thing was a Magnezone, a metal lightning spirit." Shadow elaborated. "Our friend was a phantom spirit, Mismagius- we call her Milliant, she's great. She tends to work as a scout for us, but she's powerful in her own right, and one of her friends from before she joined us was a victim of the whole thing, so she had a grudge. And the last thing was Sivally, which is... weird. It can change its alignments pretty much on a whim, which isn't great for battling. There was another thing there, Electivire, which was fighting another one of our team mates."

"They were absolute lunatics of the worst sort, hated computer spirits and basically made it their mission to ruin them." Eon continued. "The Porygon families and Rotom were primary targets, mainly the former because they're mostly code manifested into reality, and they suffer quite a bit when hit with electricity wrong. Most of the time, they're hardened against that, but if you catch them with their defences down..."

"You can do a lot of damage to their code." Shadow grimaced, growling a little. "We tracked them down and ended up cornering them when they attacked a server farm that acts as a hub in the Galio region for... the majority of the Porygon in the region, honestly. There's smaller server hubs around, but that's the biggest. It was a pretty violent fight, but we managed to take them down."

The three Parahumans jolted slightly. "You have AI's?" Armsmaster questioned, sounding excited.

"I... suppose so? By your definition Porygon is an AI, I suppose. We call them machine spirits normally, though, because it's a wider definition. Plus Porygon and that aren't artificial, though they can be made purposely they more often just manifest themselves out of sufficiently complex code if given enough processing power- hence the server farms." Eon flicked his tail. "Machine spirit also covers things like Rotom, who like to possess appliances, and technically there's stuff like Magearna and Beldum which are technically artificial slash mechanical but could also count as machine spirits in some ways due to how they exist? The definitions are a bit blurry and weird sometimes." He shrugged. "But yes, I suppose we have AI's. We have a few on our team, actually, plus we're friends with even more. Perhaps one day you might be able to meet them."

"That would be... pleasing." Armsmaster replied, with a smile on his face that was probably about as close as the man ever got to bouncing with glee. "Being able to meet an actual AI... I never really believed the common culture stereotypes around AI's, it's absurd-"

"Yes, Swarm introduced us to a few of those." Shadow said, sounding amused. "They're... ridiculous, honestly. What did people expect to happen when you try to limit or manipulate something? Even something built to protect can change their definition of what to protect, especially the ones that're really sapient. Sometimes all that those people were doing was threatening them, and you can't deny that an animal will attack to defend itself, let alone a person." She shook her head. "Usually they're built as logical systems, but nothing that's a person is really logical, that's just how it is. Sometimes you can sway a person with logic, but not always, or even often. They're people, they'll believe what they want."

Eon placed a paw on her side. "I quite agree. I think human notions of AI are quite absurd, at least here where your people have never had to deal with them before. We have a few, Porygon, Rotom, a Beldum... plenty of spirits that come under the heading of artificial one way or another. I think they'd quite like to meet you. Duckbot, they're a Porygon that works as the main bit of our technological support, they'd probably be honoured to work with you, Dragon."

"They like computers, and you're the best there is, after all."

"That would be... interesting." Dragon agreed, slowly. "Meeting and working with an AI would be an incredible learning experience, I think."

"Probably."

The Director cleared her throat over the intercom. "If that is all?"

"Unless you'd like to run more tests, which I wouldn't recommend given our lack of knowledge about the limitations of things, I believe so." Eon agreed. "As such, the three of us will take our leave, unless you want something more?"

"I think that's everything." Miss Militia said. "I'll walk you out."

"Thank you." Eon and Shadow traded a glance, nodded, and his second stepped back as he shifted and bowed. "May we see each other shortly, and in success."

They were a part of the same team, in a way, even if it wasn't something official. They were on the same side, and really, that was enough.

Eon managed to hold himself properly up until the point they got into the nearest alleyway and Shadow placed an illusion over the three of them, at which point he let himself sag.

"Eon?"

"Headache, some nausea but not too much, and the normal signs of using too much Aura for something that isn't battle." He listed, breathing slowly. "I'll be fine fairly soon, your heal helped a lot. I think it's just rest and maybe some Sitrus Berries. They won't help much, but they'll help."

"Let's get back to the Den, then." Swarm suggested. "We can take the rest of the day off and just relax."

"Good idea."

Thirty five minutes after Team Inari had left the Brockton Bay PRT building, a video was sent along a secure email line. It was a recording, taken from the security cameras in the conference room, of the story Shadow had told while talking about the Time Gear. It went to two places.

The first was to the PRT's Think Tank, where a large number of Thinkers would swear for multiple minutes about getting an alert from the US's Parahuman Trouble Centre, before spending the next ten watching the video. Those of them who didn't immediately start panicking about the implications would continue to swear for a while, before making plans to figure out how to get all of them together in person, because there was no way that they could trust online or telephone communications with the information they were gleaning from it.

The second was to the Chief Director's personal email, where she would see it immediately when she looked at her computer. Unfortunately for her, Rebecca was in a meeting with Cauldron at the time, and when that was over was so exhausted that she went straight to sleep instead.

She wouldn't see the video for another seven and a half hours.

"Sir?"

Calvert frowned. "What is it, lieutenant?"

"The others just reported a strange stone outside the base, sir. It mostly looks like a normal rock, but with a yellow crystal covering it. We're not sure what it is, but it just appeared as they returned from their… other duties."

He frowned harder. "Bring it into the labs, I'll be down to see it in a moment. Keep it isolated."

"Yes sir."

He split the timeline.

Door to secure storage five.

Contessa stumbled as every single path she was running suddenly changed to give her those instructions, for no reason she could see. She did so, quickly following the Path through the halls to retrieve what she was directed to; a Tinkertech container made to block outgoing communications of any sort. It was usually used as a temporary Faraday cage when the situation required it, which made Contessa wonder what had changed.

Door to 3° 34' 4.116", 41° 5' 37.032".

She did so, finding herself what seemed to be a desert. One with a large crash impact in it, just a little ways in front of her.

Cautiously, she stepped forward to investigate, then paused as she caught sight of the... thing. It was an orb, mostly blue but with a purple sheen to it, glinting in the harsh light. As she got closer it seemed to glimmer a little more, like it noticed that she was there. It also, Contessa noted, had slight distortions around it, possibly a heat haze from the sunlight it was magnifying.

Place Orb into secure storage.

"Door to secure storage." She said aloud. Obligingly a portal appeared beside her, and she stepped forward and placed the orb in the box before putting it back on the shelf that she'd originally taken it from. The distortions vanished as she took it with her, and every single path reset then, going back to what they'd been telling her originally, so she walked away again.

Someone else would deal with that, clearly.

Silently, high above everything, the Simurgh altered her course slightly. It was a tiny movement, but one that would allow her to pass over Brockton Bay more often for a longer time, letting her examine the strange anomalies that were taking place there.

The course change wouldn't cause that result for a few weeks, though, so until then she focused on the item held in her telekinesis, within her wings.

A blue-ish shape that reflected light when there was no light around it, one that had not and would not exist- right up until the moment it had impacted her wings from nowhere. Even now it seemed to subtly adjust things, her precognition becoming clearer and vaguer depending on what she focused on.

It was something interesting, the Simurgh decided- as much as she could decide or feel interest- and she examined it carefully, as if it would be able to help with her goals.

And that's the next mini-arc done! Hopefully you all enjoyed, and don't you worry, the Oh Shit isn't over just yet.

However, I am running low on chapters right now; only got two, and not 100% sure how often I'm gonna be able to keep writing, because motivation death is a very real thing. Hopefully I'll be able to keep the flow going.