[✱ Corruption is slowly overtaking its code, garbling variables and making them unreadable.. before that crackle of green magic shows itself again, and it’s all back to normal.
The beast breathes heavily, trembling a little before it lets out another weak, anguished roar. No doubt it’s in a great deal of physical pain, on top of the emotional distress..]
* [WELL. That decision sure is made. They take a breath before slapping a few lines of code in there to essentially freeze the beast up – at least enough to keep it from fucking off – and then they copy the uncorrupted code into another window to work on it. This… Is going to take a lot of work, but they need to get them! Unfused.]
* [As they work, a hand reaches up to pat alll the way at the top of it’s head. Gotta love floating hands.]
* { i’ll get this sorted out, don’t worry…. it’ll be okay. }
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