Took a bit of time, but the interlude is now here.
Thank you everyone, for the glowing reviews.
That is all.
Edited - 23-09-14
Foundation site ██
Doctor Kleinskys Office.
Department of Anomalous administration.
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"Yes, yes, correct, no, no, no! As I've said several times before, if the thaumaturgical branch division 4 wants to begin experiments regarding subject 4, they need to do as everyone else and go through proper forms to be granted access to it in the first place! Just because they think they've hit a breakthrough doesn't change the need for proper protocol. I've had this discussion with them many a time, and I can surmise I'll need to have this conversation again in the future, tell them just because they choose a different spokesperson, it won't actually suddenly make me grant approval to untested and unregulated experiments."
"I can not stress enough the need for proper protocols to be followed, it's built upon the blood of others, and only in truly, truly outstanding circumstances should it ever be ignored. I will not debate nor change my point of view regarding this, not only is it my job to ensure it is followed, it's a genuine opinion I hold as a person, and Dr Winter it'd do you well to remember that. Yes, yes I agree, good, and remember that my answer is a staunch No. Good, yes, you as well, good day."
Doctor Michal Kleinsky dropped both of his elbows upon the table, massaging his temples in frustration, he'd had four similar calls already by up-jumped fools with no understanding of safety in the workplace. If they'd have their way, containment breaches daily on an unprecedented scale would already be happening, one would think Site-19s massive containment breach would actually deter them and instill some caution.
They'd be wrong, clearly. It was at times like these he doubted the Foundation actually hired the best and the brightest. He might need to make a genuine request to change the criteria needed to become a Foundation scientist, maybe tack on sensibility and rationality as being necessary for the job, it'd at the very least make his job easier.
Might lessen the number of fools he'd need to deal with daily, though Kleinsky wouldn't hold out any hope. His faith in his colleagues had been lost in the first week of employment, it'd take a truly momentous effort to even bring that faith to the level of kindling.
Still, working at the Foundation was a lifelong career. It wasn't something he could opt-out of just because it was frustrating. But he'd still complain; he held that right with everything he had to go through.
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Moving his elbows back into the proper position and pressing his hands down on the keyboard, he continued a report he'd been working on before he was interrupted by the infuriating phone call. Subconsciously raising his right hand towards his coffee mug, Expresso, just as he preferred, no coffee was found by his grasping hand.
Frowning, and turning to where his coffee was supposed to be, it was no longer at the place he'd left it. "I could've sworn…" Kleinsky said, puzzled. Taking off his glasses and grabbing his microfiber cloth to remove dirt from the lenses, he put them back on, but the coffee mug was still missing.
"Maybe old age is finally catching up to me…" He shook his head and dismissed the disappearance of his coffee, he could always get a new one, and well, it wouldn't be the first time he had short-term memory loss.
Moving back to continue the report he was working on, he was interrupted once again, this time by 4 solid knocks on his office door, sighing in exasperation, knowing if he gets any more distracted, he'd need to pull overtime to finish the report. Still, he knew who knocked like that and if there was anyone he found himself considering good company in the facility, it was Dr Vickers. The rest of his colleagues, if put diplomatically, he tolerated.
They shared similar views on the laxity of other colleagues, having created a relationship of mutual respect out of each other's ardent principles.
"You may enter," Kleinsky said, voice slightly heightened to be able to be heard through the remarkably robust door.
The door opened and in strode Dr Vickers in his less than glorious disposition, slightly hunched spine due to excess time spent writing reports both by pencil and computer. Unremarkable brown eyes framed an even more unremarkable face, a small twirling mustache reaching the sides of his mouth. The gelled hair set in a professional haircut was probably the most attractive attribute Vickers had. Besides that, he was in standard regulation clothes, the same drab white suit with a black tie.
Kleinsky had seen the suit as a mark of pride in the past but it was hard to see it as a status symbol after seeing each and every of his fellow administrative co-workers wear the apparel day in, and day out.
"Rough day?" Vickers questioned lightly, his smile a telling sign that Vickers knew intimately what got Kleinsky in his latest set of conniptions.
"Yes…" Kleinsky muttered back
"The thaumaturgical branch again?"
"Was there ever any doubt?"
"No, no I can't say there was," Vickers said as he took a seat opposite Kleinsky.
"Right, well, what can I do for you, Vickers? If you're here for a social visit, I'll have to decline, swamped with work as I am." Kleinsky gestured at his computer at the tail end of the sentence.
"Partially work, partially a social visit, luckily I have a way of combining them."
"Oh? Is supreme social skill suddenly a part of your repertoire?" Kleinsky said sarcastically.
"I wish, alas no, I have some work for you but that can be discussed later. What is of greater interest is some information you may be interested in hearing about."
"Well? Out with it?" Kleinsky said impatiently.
Vickers's eyes darted around quickly as if to assure himself that the two of us were alone. Leaning closer, he spoke in a whisper, "Site-19 wasn't solely destroyed by an SCP, it was an inside job." he said before leaning back in his chair looking expectantly for a reaction.
He was disappointed, as Kleinsky replied measuredly "That is quite the accusation, do you have proof?" Vickers grimaced, "No, but I don't think you need proof after I finish telling you everything."
"That… That's a statement quite unlike you."
Vickers nodded "I know, but you'll be vindicated soon enough."
Kleinsky let out a sigh, "Very well I'll humor you, do explain thoroughly what you mean with such a serious accusation."
"It's simple really, Dr Maynard and an onsite agent named Skinner were insurgency plants. Destroying Foundation efforts from within, I know you've had your disagreements with Dr Maynards modular site project. It seems you were right to doubt his methods, the modular site structuring undoubtedly increased MTF casualties trying to retake the lower parts of the facility during the breach."
"That's-! I knew it! That damn bastard never followed protocol a single time, and when he proposes a new site project the O-5s approve it despite his continued misconduct." Kleinsky said with his knuckle tightly knit in rage. "It seems even the O-5s aren't infallible." He remarked with a despondent shake of the head.
"That's not all Klein, there is more."
"There's more?"
"Yes," Vickers said with slight regret. "Maynard and Skinner were the traitors of Site-19 but they weren't the only traitors during the containment breach. 2 MTF soldiers, part of a unit called 'Office Workers' were also found to be insurgent plants."
"Office Workers? Where have I heard that name before..? I could've sworn... Yes, yes now I remember, isn't that the group Files is the commander of?"
"You're correct, I'm sorry Kleinsky, Files died sacrificing himself to allow Site-19 to enable the Alpha warhead, a fat load of good that did, 682 while damaged wasn't terminated in the resulting explosion."
Kleinsky stilled, a gamut of emotions flickering in his expression before settling on barely repressed rage. "Dammit! Damn it all!" Kleinsky uncharacteristically shouted, putting his hands over his face in apparent sorrow. "Files and I go way back, we worked together closely for over 10 years before he tired of being a desk jockey and applied for combat classes. To think that a man of his caliber is dead? A devastating loss for the foundation as a whole. A devastating loss to lose such a friend…"
"I knew you were close, and I knew the Foundation would never inform you of his death unless absolutely necessary, I figured you were owed at least this much." Vickers sadly replied.
"It's a hard blow to take I admit, but… The traitors, who were they? Did they cause Files death?" Kleinsky asked with out-of-character desperation.
Ĉ̵̛̜̐́̈́̀̐̍̈́̂͌̎̓̇̚͠ḧ̵͙̦̞̺́̀̉͗́̐̈́̍̆͑͂̌̿̈̀̂͘ͅṟ̵̨͇͙̎̔͐͐̌̇̈́̆̑͊̿͠ȍ̸̢̢̨̱̯͇͍͉̮̘͈͒̓̀̃ṅ̶̡͍͓̱̅͗̄̃̆̀̈́͘o̷̧̖̼̘͚͗̿̈̆̈́͌̿͒͝-̵̧̡̛͓̦̣̙̹̠̹̋̈̃̈́̄̈̈́͋̆͑̊͌̚͘T̷̛̙̮̖̤̗̦̜̦̻͓̳̥̊̔̌̑͆͒̃̇͆͝e̷̯̮̻̗̐̔̑͒͋̓͂̂̎̓͝͠m̸̡̛̛̭̬̯͖̠̮̳͇͓̖̥̲̈́͂̓͗̂̓̄͠͝͠p̸̨͙̞̩͎̜͓͐͆̅̈́̃̅͛̈́̌̔̌̚͘͘͘̕͜͜͠o̸̡̘͎̬͆̒̾̿͜r̸̨͔͔̭̾̽̌̒̀̋̃͘a̷̧̢̛̻̗̗͓͙͎̮̞̳͎͍̪͒͛̀̇͒̓̋̓̔͋̾̔l̸̢̢̛̹̘̥̬͓̼͔̼̭̦͖̖̟̇̀̑̍̐͌͝ ̷̛̭͋̽̔̾̈́̑͗͆̀͊͆̀̕î̶̢͚̳̗̼̭̈̋̊̉͝n̶̪̬͇͓̟͎͔̭̩̘͙̲̮̐̽͗̄̌͛͠t̸̗̬̓̉̋̈́͌ę̷̨̫̥̰͎̞͍̖͇̖̜̳͉̘̳͍̆́̋̀͋̽̾̊͋͋̾͊͛̀͘͠ģ̸̛̛̦̫͈͎̰̻̣͎͔̩̗͂̀͐͌̿̂̈́̉̆̄̿̿̏̀̕ŗ̴̃̑́͌̆̉̓̏̆͗̈́͋͝i̷̞̲̟̗̠̗̠̖͍̦̠͉̎̓͗̃͒́͂̓͌͑̊͜͜͠t̴̗̪̟̑́͘͝ỹ̵̧̖͓̬̫͉͎̭̾͝ ̸̪͎̞̬͖̤̪͙͖̗̱͗̀ͅą̸̢̧̧̬͙̙͉̫̳͇͍̻̘̆͂̌̔̀̄̑̇͊̋̚͘̚͜͜͝͠ͅt̸̩̖̟̙͓͇̹̲̥̯̝̖̺̥͎̖̑̌͆͋̀͌͋̓͊̇͐̑̀͋̈̂ͅ ̴̧͓͓̭͇͍͖͖̪̝̗̳̬̳̎́̿͂́̎͑3̷̧̨̨̢̛̼̫̫͖̤̹͇̬̘̩͕̻͐͒̓̾̌́̆̂͛̉͆́͘͝ͅ5̷̛̪̞̦̯̮̳̍̓̈́͐̎͛͌̎̋̉̈́̈̀͛̕͠ ̷̱̱̲̣͉͉̤̼̠̼̳̜̋́̽͜ṗ̴̫͍͓͚͔̮̃ȩ̷̛̳͇̘̠̤͖͔̬̼̙̿͒́̇̋͗͑͑̀͘͘r̷̺̱̜̖̞̻̩̫̖̍̾̎̓c̴̙̺̩͇̣͉̣̭̳͈̹̼̐̋̓̆̆̀̊̃̂̽͆͜͠e̶̢͖̥̮̩̝͋̀̈́̑͌̈̍̇n̶̻̞̬̬̱̯̫̣̼̘̍̈́̈́̿̓̽͑͆͒ṯ̷̙̻̝̝̞͈̤͙̌̐̅͗̄̂!̵̡̛͕͓͈̪̮̯͖̰̱̩̦͖̜̳͌̐̐͋͒̀̂̀̈́͂̿͌̍̋ ̶̨̣̥̩̮̝̹͎̗͎͕͖͔͉̬͒́͑͆̿͒̽̒̓͘͝T̶͚̤͆̇̀̎̉̀̾̈̉͊̕͠i̸̛͓̼͑ḿ̸̪̻̂̄̿̓͒͐̕e̴̢̧͉̻͎̼̞̠̗̝̒͂́͝ͅl̷͕͔̜̝͔͔̝͊͑̔̍̀̓͐̽͠ͅḭ̷̛͔̞̟̝̦̣̖̮̟̪̫͉̪̣͚͚͌͒́͝n̵͓̠̞̮̰̺͖̅͜e̴̢̻̟͍̦̬̟̖̪̣̼͍̬̻̙̣͗͂̋̓̋̐̚ ̵̢̨̧̘̗̭̯̮̠̜̯͙͇̹͖̟̇̂͐̋̌̍̎͠ͅc̷̡̛̼̲̯̥̗͚͔̥̉͂͐̔̈́̀̒̒͝o̶̡̧̙̠͕̳̟̯̟͑͊̍̓̔̈̂̌͘͜ļ̷̨̪͍̮̗̰̭̓̔̆́͆́̃̎͒̔̚͠͝͝͠l̷̨̲̥͕͂̆̃̉̍͑̆͐͌̀͝á̴̩̪͕̞̼̩̺̹͍͕̭͓̘̼̗͑͗̎̉̽͜͝p̶̨̡̻̻̱̪̣͕͍̼͓̥̗̬͂̆͗̆̓̋͛̒̊̌̏̔̄̓̈͝͠s̸̨̢̝̯̪̰͔̜̳̦̟̝̰͖̟͚̎͆͗͂̽͜e̷̢̨̢̤͇͕̜̣̯̖̚͜ ̷̝̐̃́͝į̸̟̺̣̓̋̚ͅm̸̗̤͉̜͔̪͚̳̱̜͙͐̅̀̀̈́̂̌͂̇̄͘͝͝͝͝ͅm̷͕̭͖͙͉͕̝͚̹̟̤̓̉͂i̷̡̳̭̠̫͉̰̰̘̞͇̬͇̓̌̃́̏̚̕͜͝n̷̢͇̖̻͕̻̈́̈́̈̉̓͝e̵̡̪̳̠̜͈̲̰̤͔̬͒̈́̆̈̏̊́͆̐͝͝n̴̥͚͖̯̩͎̟̪͛̉̐̽͋́̾̊̎̓͛̚̕͘ͅṭ̴̫̣̺̀͊̑́̂̇̇̉̂̚͝!̴͔̯͙̞͕̥̍͂̏̇͊̔̅̇̈́̃̌́͌͋̄̕
"I'm sorry, all I know is that one was a long-time plant going by the callsign of Oxide, and the other traitor's callsign is as of yet unknown, I believe he was temporarily designated 1-5. Still, it's most peculiar, the person called 1-5 wasn't scheduled to be a part of the mission in the first place, nor would a team of their calibre allow a last-minute addition like that unless directly mandated by the O-5 council or the Security chief of Site-19. An ongoing theory is that 1-5 used Memetic hazards to trick the rest of the squad of his allegiance and to stop them from questioning his questionable sudden inclusion into the squad. Whatever truly happened that day is still unknown, but Oxide was killed when turning on the rest, while 1-5s fate is still unknown, most likely he was vaporized in the subsequent nuclear explosion."
"I see, this is… Thank you, Vickers. For telling me this."
"No need to thank me, I saw this merely as a duty to a fellow, despite its heavy content. Though I ask that you don't spread it around or else they may realize I've divulged classified information." Vickers said, tacking on that last part as a small but serious joke.
"Of course, of course. Once again, thank you Vickers, I am in your debt."
"As I said tis' no trouble', I understand that this was some... Heavy information, I think I'll let you assimilate all that and take my leave, it was, well it was an interesting conversation. Adieu, Michal."
Kleinsky couldn't bring himself to reply, plunged in a depressive mood after hearing of his oldest, and best friend's death. Vickers had a sympathetic expression as he observed Kleinsky, before closing the door and taking his leave.
Kleinsky lethargically moved back to his computer to continue his report, despite it all,
h̷̥̭̞̩̒̈́͜é̷̢̨̲͖̩͙̳̲̮̠͓̓͌̓́͛̀͘ ̴̹͕̞̩̒̅́̅̋̈́͊͐͆̿̔͘͝s̸̨͈͎͔̬̲̳̯͕̲̩͓̗͗́̀̒t̶̟̱̹̗͓̑͗͊̊ͅi̸̺̳̻͍͕̞̤͆̋̃͐ͅl̷̦̖͔̺̜̳̲̯͚͙̦̈́͑̂̀͗͗̍̆̈́̊͋̄͜͝͠ḽ̵̨̢̨̡̟̻̣̫̗̟̫̪̦̍̉̈́͒̈́̓̋̂̽̐̈͘͜͜ͅ ̶̩̻̟̳̯̲̥̪̝̀̐̿͆͂̈́̌̃̂͝ͅĥ̶̯̝̦̔̌̔̒̓̇̍͜ā̸̛͍̬̇̀͌͝͝d̴̥̟͖̗̫̮̿̽͂͛̄̀̉̀ ̵̡͖̫̭͇͓͎̜̿̋͠â̷͇̯͖̤̭̺̤̌̅̔͆͑ ̶̱̺̟̿̒͗̈́̐͑̾͂͘͠͝͝q̶̨̡̨̱̲͓̜̙̹̱͆̔̋̏̋̑͊̓̇̆͂̇̓̏̈̊͜ȗ̶̳̭̯͚͚͎͓̟͇̈́̓̾̂͆̒̐̌̀̈́̅͆͘͘̚͜o̶̡̢̨̨̡͓̯̙͕̱̮̥͔͗̑͆̾͆̇̽̈́̓̆͌̽͒́̚͝ẗ̷̢̛̛͉̲͕͈͇̘̼̝̲̣̹̪̟̯̳́͋͐́̍͒̒̍̄̇͜͝ą̸̛̜͉̮͈̖̮̳͙̙͍͑̈́́͌̎̽͐̅̕ ̶̡͕̞̮͗̊̏̾̄̈͋̋̈́͘͜͠͝͝t̵̝̜̩̝͔̝̜̍̓̒̌̈́̾̓̕͘͘͝o̷͕̠̓͋͋̋̐̈́̑̓͐̍͗͛͊̚͜ ̶̢̺̲̗̙̲̲͖̪͉̼̫̓̂̀̈́̈́̇̾̉͛̂̒ ̴̢̢͕͍̹̘̮͖̝͓̤̲̖͉̙̼̓͆́͆̀̓̾̕͜f̵̨̪̦̜̱̼̹͉̙̮͎̈́͛̈́̀ͅị̸̧̨̨̻͈̹̪̯̦̗̪̲͇͉̮̑̿̎̃̑́̊̊̆̚͜l̷̠̪̩̳͔̫͓̺̻̫̳̱̣̊̏̄̈̒̾͆͋͂̕͝l̸̤̳͖̦̗͚̠͖̮͔̟̖͙͎̫̺̹̕͘͠.
Ţ̸̧͇̰̰̱͙̈́̄̀̈̃̍̿̑̾͆̓̍̂̂̕͝͝ͅi̵̯̦̦͎̝̪̳̱̽̉̽̅̄̀̓̈̇͆͒̒̈̚̕m̷̛̰̆͐̋̒̃͋̉͌͊̈́̉͐͠ę̸̢͔̼̠̭̬̘̱̻̮̰͎̖̜̲͇̃ļ̶͈̜͓̼̻̹̳̞̪͇͙͓́̓̾̊̓̍̒̒̚͝ī̵͍̬̼̐͆͗̅̍̒̎ņ̷̢͙̭̯̭̘̦̥͕̺́̀͊̏ȅ̷̡͔̳̪̘̝̬̦͕̺̺̰̞̘̻̀́̓͗̍͂̚̚̕ ̶̧̡̛̜͉̣͚͓̜̥̹̯̩͂̐̋̈́͛̅̊͘͝c̶̢̥̝̠̙͍̰͉̻͖̮̳̦̓̔̊̿ͅͅờ̷̡̥̬̩̖͔͍͎̘̰̫̩͂̾͐̒͑̚̚ḻ̷̦̺̘̜̟̬̼̄͝ͅl̴̢̦̖̫̞̯̱̘̹̟̃̓̋a̷̡̨̞͇̱̗̺͍͙͔̤̓́̍̀̕͜p̷̡̧̧̘͖̜̳̬͈̩͍͓͉̺̮̺̟͆̉̋͆͊͂̑̐͂͛̈́͆̓͗͘s̸͇̀̿̿̌̅̎̐̂͑̂̚̚e̶̮̥̼̩̠̦͎͍̼̩͔͉̻͖̲̝͊̐̓̓̉̑̄̔̈͛̇ ̸̮̫͕̬̟͊͑́̅̐̈́͐͂̎̀͠s̴̢̝̩̘̖̘̦̝̭̹̹̪͆̔̔́̅́͛́̈̉̃̿̀̚͘͝͝ṯ̴̥̬̱̜̠̱̩̒̋̀͌͂̂͑̑̎͆͌̅̊͊̚a̵̢̢͚͍̝͓̯͂̿̋̾̌̽ŗ̸̤̯̘̯̠͚͍̥̤̣͙͈̫̥͈̈́̏̂-̸̲̪͖͔͚̟̦̠̞͌͐͂B̴̳͚̼̲̼̲̲̂̅̽͛͆̓́͠l̸̢̛̛͉̮̣̠̘̹̠͇̦̦͓̹̬͐͂̔͗̀̆̀̽̐̃̋̏̇̈́͜͠ͅă̵̹̜̠̼̪̟̩͕̼͓̬̝̜̬̑̒̆͒͛c̵̨̯̥͎̜̲̤̙̹̦̈́̔̆̎̒͂͆́͗͐͘͝͠ķ̸̰̮̗͉̠͉̼͙̭͌́͗̀̅͌̇̕͘͠,̴̨̨̠͚͇̻͍̻̯͕͖̩̬́͐͊̑̎͐͛̀̾̔̄͒̕͘ ̵̡̼̗̜̭̝̟͍̫̖́W̸̢̨̛̛̘̼̰͖̯͉̺̜̣̞̮̠̞͙̌̌̇̄͂͒̒̒̽̊̕͜͝ḩ̶̡͍͚͕̹͎̩̼͎̞̻̟̠̈̒͆̈̃̎̒͂̒̐̂̈́͠i̴̟̮͇̣͖͕̦̐̍͂̏̇̍̇̋̔̅̏̀̽̕͘̕ͅţ̸̧̛͕̬͍͓̎́́͂̍̄͂̀̃́̀̓̋̍é̸̮̤̤̒͒̀̒̏͊͋,̶͔̝̝̳̦̹̎̃ ̷̨̧̧̛̙̙̰͈̟̪̘͈̦̤͙̯̠̉̋́̀̇͒̀̽́̊̀̇̚̚̚͝ͅB̵̥̮͙̖̟̦̳̍̓̐̔̓̂̒͌̿̂̚͠l̶̡̻̪͖͔̬͉̳̲̝̮̩͖̔ą̷̘͕̮̘̳̤̍ͅc̵̡̩̖͉̻̹̮̰̜̻̱͓͈̃̽̀͗̈́̽̏̇̂͝k̸̩̽̓̿̈́͊́̎̈́̓̐̑̇̚,̸̨̨̢̥̞̬͍̥̤͔̬̱́́̔̿̊̄̂ ̶͚̹̰̱͑̉̈́͆̇W̶͉̫̺͚̊̉̋̃̌́͐̈̽̀̉͂̕̚h̴̫̟̗̞̞̣̙͌̀̅̀̄͗̂ͅi̵̢̺̝͍͙͇̙̬͙͎̻̹͍͂͝t̵̡̧̰̗̫̜̳̜̲͎̺͎̫̯͒̇͜ę̸̛͉͕͚͈͖̀̿̔̅͂͒̋͂͑,̴̺̿̒̍͋̎̆͘ ̷̛̞̞͕̭͓̲̖̠͉̭̱̘̊̅̆̇̑͐̎͆̋͛͑͒̊̕͠B̸̗̞̳̜͎̻͍̮̜͈̯̗̙͓̯̞̎̆̄̍̐̏̌͆̎́̎̍͝͠ļ̵̨̤̹͙̺̟͙̥̤͉̊̍̊̐̀͒̾͒̽̀͘͝a̶̧̢̲̯̝̬͉̺͇̳͕̗̠̥͚͈͐͗͌̓͝ͅc̸̺̖̮̬̠̺̠̼͂͗̎̊̉͋̒̓̓͑̕k̶̭̤̞̬͙̰̳̥̭̹͔͊͘͜,̶̧̢̛̮͎̗̯̭̲͍̲̝̓̏͐ ̴̨̼͚̞̖̯͇̙͔̯̜̪̜̔̓͗̑̈́̌͌̚͝͝W̵̢̠̟̰͚̯̩͍̞̰̥͑̄̓̒́̏̅̽̇͝ḩ̴̘̭̦͍̘̤͖͉͂̅͋̐͆̈́͊͆̎̅͋̐ͅi̴̧̗̯̞̠͚̰̘̹̹̹̳̙̰̮̖̇̈́͝t̴̛̗̗̲͈̮̖̘̊̏͌͛̏͊̾̃̒͊̈͘̚͝ĕ̷̬̻͍̠́́̀͛͌̔̊̌͘͝,̶̢̗̟͓̯͙͎̎́̌̀̾͘͜ͅ
Kleinsky noticed an abnormality on his computer, the bell icon on the foundation website was usually colored red when announcing a message or notification. This time it was colored black. Kleinsky tried to click on it, but for some reason found it hard to make his limbs respond, as if moving through mud. Still, he ignored this odd feeling and persevered, managing to open up the new message.
Opening it, he was greeted with quite a horrible announcement,
The following is a message composed via consensus of the O-5 council.
A temporal-chrono collapse has been detected, leading to a PT-Class Paradoxical Time Breakdown Scenario, our timelines' integrity is breaking as we speak, our time of the present is being destroyed, and we the people are being reeled back in time, to the past, that will become the present.
It is a spiral, we know of the origin, it is our mistake, and we are too late to stop it.
Only the origin can now end the time loop.
We are sorry.
There will be no further communication.
K̷͕͊̍͒̅͐̾̃̊̋̓͋̾̍̚͘l̴̨̡̛̙̤͍̪̙͔̮̦̯̝͍̠̘͕ͅe̶̢̧̥̞̳̩̘̤͈̻̮̐͋͛̏̾̀͑̐͗̈́͛͑͝͝į̷̢̰͕̻̠̤̱͔̘̟͉͕͍̾͒͂̍̂̀͗̈́̅͑̋͑̽͜n̴̯̬͈̻͔͇̑͆͊̕͝ṣ̴̢̛̳̤͔̹̳̠̻̳̮̼͉͇͉̜́͒̋̌͑̑̄́̌̀̊̚͜͝k̸̨̛̯̦̗͕̫͙̾̂̈́̍̇̍̽͌̔͒͋̕͝͠y̴̢̨̞̳̰̣͈͔̋ ̴̱̪͙̦̬̓̚d̴̹͚́̿͂̐̈́͐̎̃̾̃̓̿͆̑͜͠è̴̢̨̧̜̹͎̖͉̮̺͙̱͇̟͗̉̐͘s̵̨̛̩͍̮̣̰͚̬̠̦̈̽ͅp̶̮̱͓̗̼̯͙̩̂̆̄́̆̑̍̐̃̓̈͛̈̚͘͠͠ă̷̧̹̜̞̋͗̿̀̓̓̓͑̀̅͌́͊̀͠͠i̸̦̓̇̔̎̒̔̿̈́̌̌͌̏̏̒́̎̉r̸̡̠̙̍͌̆̀̊̿̀͌̈́̊́͘ę̵̨͔̝̣̩̬͋̒͛̈̈́̾̂̽̄͜͜͝ͅd̵̹͇̤̍͂͆̔̄̈̉̆́̊̓̕͠͠.̶̏̊́̿͜
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