* we’ll be okay, just…
* a lot of tensions recently came to a head and someone died that a lot of us were fairly close with.
* and it seems like every anon wants to bust every single gaster’s ass about it like we’re all going to know about one another by default, so that’s cool
* it’s past now, just. there’s a lot of lingering tension all over. it all happened just last night.
* { that’s Literally the point i was making }
[✱ THEY’RE FUCKIN DEAD YOU KILLED THEM naw they’re fine just kidding.]
[✱ They’re both passed out in a pile. The sector itself.. seems to be a loss, unfortunately.]
* [ … Oh. Shit. ]
* [If the sector’s gone – that was their only way to stay here -]
* [Their projection – hands and body both – vanish Really suddenly. Pop! Bye, kiddo. They’ll send an anon over to keep the pair company for when they wake up and hopefully help them find a new sector to call home.]
[✱ The code window closes right after it’s saved, briefly showing a series of errors – mostly 404s.
Things go quiet in Gay Baby Hand Jail……….]
* [Little worrisome….. They hesitate a bit before just. Popping their projection into the hand jail. What happened here….]
[✱ Do not squish this baby! It doesn’t have anywhere to go when squished, and just wails in pain.
But, in other news: the code seems fairly straightforward to edit and separate, even if Remorse is mixed in there pretty deeply. The sector code just seems to be tacked on at the end.]
* [THEY’RE BEING SUPER GENTLE!!!! like squishing a dog’s face or something. Soft hands.]
* [That’s a fuckin godsend, though, THANK YOU… They’re quick to get everything sorted on the practice side, and once that’s done, they wait till right after that green magic resets the corruption to implement the new code and save over the fucky mess. Hopefully this doesn’t get ticked back…?]
[✱ Big wet-bread-slug don’t care if you’re tired. But it seems to work, at least. It roars angrily and starts to bite at Runi’s fingers.]
* [Bite all you want bud!!!! It ain’t making a Single Dent.]
* [With that handled, they plop themselves back down and get back to work, squishing the beast very gently in their Huge Hands. it’s like a stress ball…. a real angry, real soft and slimy stress ball.]
* [AW CMON. BINCH??? That hand gets REAL BIG and they kinda just. try…. to squish it down….. please stay here,]
* { i can’t work on this if you’re going to keep moving around. }
* [They know that the beast likely won’t understand, but. hey. It’s A Little Frustrating.]
[✱ binch u wanna go,][✱ The squishing is successful.
Maybe a little too successful.
Because, with just enough pressure, the beast splits and oozes grossly between Runi’s fingers, like if you took a slug and gave it the physical properties of wet bread. After splitting, it slides away and reconnects seamlessly.]
* [Mother Fucker.]
* [They heave a sigh, a quiet “i don’t get PAID for this bullshit,” and summon another hand – this time looking to trap the big slug in a sealed off hand-cage.]
* [Please???? Work?? They’re so tired.]
* { he who controls the narrative controls the perception of the situation, as always. }
[✱ Which would be all fine and good on a normal day.
Except, well. Despite the Anti-Fuck-Off coding, it seems those regular green-magic resets are strong enough to undo it. The creature makes an irritated little snarl of a sound before starting, to, well. Fuck off.]
* [AW CMON. BINCH??? That hand gets REAL BIG and they kinda just. try…. to squish it down….. please stay here,]
* { i can’t work on this if you’re going to keep moving around. }
* [They know that the beast likely won’t understand, but. hey. It’s A Little Frustrating.]
* { s’not really the same. they’re in pain – i’m not going to let them stay like this. }
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