What?
Everything…?
'S?
Edges?
What?
Breathing?
The hell was breathing?
Oh, Shit, He wasn't!
Awareness and memories proceeded to
Bitch-slap
him right across the face.
He gasped for air like a drowning man just pulled out of the water. He was met with a revolting taste.
UGH WHAT THE FUCK!?
...He was underwater, and WHAT IN THE FUCK WAS THIS?!, Signless began to cough up Gog knows whatever was this liquid. He trashed with some kind of strength he somehow managed to conjure to lift himself up, up out of this water. Whatever strength he magically conjured up, was almost depleted instantly. It was at this moment he finally learned two things.
His best friend was still trapped in whatever hell this was.
2. His body felt like it was filled with Iron.
Well, damn.
The odds really were stacked against him,
Weren't they always?
Ugh, fuck.
Help me
"Quiet."
̴̯̥̪̏̇͋́̔̈́́̉̏͌͑̌̌P̶̧̦̦̲̖͚̝̼͉̣̗̂̒l̴̺̩͕̳͇̻͓̠͚̩͓̻̫̟͂̃̿͊̔̐̑̋́ͅͅe̸̡̢̼̠̬̦͎̝̬̮͇͇̬̯̗̞̳̻̾̇̽̿̈́̒̈́̃̓̓̐͊̑͊̍̽͜a̶̘̭̮̲͎̲͎͎̤͉͑̓́̾͘2̶̢̩̤̥̥͚͔̝̹̠̮̘̙̞͑̉̈̑̾̐́̒̉̓̆͌́̕̚̕͝e̴̛͓̤͈̮̤̹̣̹͔͛̇͑̋́̅̉͒́͆̈́̇̐̕͘͝-̷̧̢̛̛̜͎̪̹̦̥̦̗̣̜̫̐͆̄
"Shhhh."
…̷̗̭̺̹͕̠͎̱̉͊͛̂̄̽̓̀̉͝͝ͅ.̶̣͖̄̿̀̒̉́͊̓̈̾̓̐͝I̸̧̗̜̣̺̱̼͙̯͙͚̱̒̀̎̿̒̈͛͛̎͑̆̓̈́̂̚͝ͅIt̷͙̮͒̈́͗̾̊͛̄͂͊̏́̚͠͝ş̵͕̝̻̻͑̑̂ ̴͙̱̱͍͍͇̥̰͉̤͈̦̝͈͖̹̦̓̉̃̃̍g̴̯̽̂̒͋̽͊͛̾͌̀̈́͂̕̚ḛ̶͚̼̯̲͉̖̽̒̈́t̸̛̹̫̘̄̀̈̀̄̍͘t̵̙͕̟͍̙̮̼̮̋͑̅̿͒̏̅͜͝ͅḯ̷̡̙̮̆̎̃̌͐̓̌̈̾͊̾̀̚̕̚͝In̶̢͍̖͙̝̙̼͈̓̿̐̍̒͑͛̔g̸̡̙͎͇̲̦̣̥̪͓̦̫͓̳̈̉̂̀͛̈́̇͝͝ͅ ̵̢̢̝͕̜͚͎̻̙̥͇͛̎̑͌͑h̷̡̜̳̗̜͇͚̥̝͙͚̱͖̻̰̭͐͂̉a̸̢̬̣̗͂̾̾̉̊̐̆͌̅͑͑̑̒̽̎ͅr̷̥̯͍͇͕̉̇͜͝d̷̲͉͖͎̣̣͚̣̠̺̯͚́͗̒̐̌͆́̎͊̑̉̀̔͂̓̕͜ͅ…̵̹͔̰̤̤͎̯͗̌̋͌͑̾̉̐̓̇̚͘̚̚͝
"I'll hurt you again."
"To Separate u-me-s
"II thiink II can just.."
"Plea2e let me do thiis.."
He heard a bing, The sound rippled through the depths of whatever kind of stasis he had entered. It sounded kind of like, a notification sound? Trollian was the first thing his thinkpan went to. All those conversations. The palest comrade, an indescribable love . A pang of sorrow shot through his heart. (Mituna, focus on Mituna.) Sign opened his eyes, (How long had he had them closed?) and sat up. Huh? Wasn't there a fuckton of water here a minute again? Once he was done sitting up,he was met face to face with 'The Pilot.' (He grimaced, 'Pilot',he's better than this. Worth more than a statute.) He also saw….
A?
A computer monitor?
The hell did that get there?
It looked to be built into the base of the column, the biowirers around it was pulling back. That explained why he hadn't seen it before, it had been covered by wires. Pink slime was thinly stretched across the screen… Was there light shining that though the slime? It almost looked like a light pink… Okay the fuck was he thinking right now?There was a keyboard beneath the monitor. It didn't look like it was in any better shape…
….There was a window opened, It….
It looked like.
...Trollian?
...His heart stops…
Nothing could have stopped him now, The Condec, Grand Highblood,
Fuck
30 Condec couldn't have stopped him,
The Iron in his body was forgotten, Thrown out the window,
GONE
He began thrashing and twisting throughout the water to the column.
His face could now be no more than 6 inches from the slime covered monitor and keyboard. Oh?
...He was already logged in...
FINALLY ALMOST FUCKING THERE
He didn't care how, he was logged in,
He didn't care when the water drained
He didn't care why he blacked out.
That most important thing right now was CONTACT
Huh?
There was a message in the screen,
_ Trollian
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The Fuck?