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A black smoke rolled in as she searched, concealing them from her sight. She could feel a whisper at her ear from somewhere far gone: "Chì mi an ath thuras thu, little toys..."

A familiar crack of pink light sounded. This time, the glow was bigger than it had been previously, and upon turning around, Sasha realized why.

There were a good seven people standing there. Miria, Mara, Mullen, and three others - an old woman dressed all in black, a young man with white hair, and a young woman with a pixie cut and a hoodie. Miria, the other old woman, and the white-haired boy all had burn scars on their faces. In the front stood Doc, looking just as he had before. And all of them were armed.

"Hi there. I think you have something of mine."

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The NotThem looked up from the nest of limp bodies they had made, setting blueprints and the sketchbook to the side.

"Hullo, Miria. How's the nose? Heard you were hurt pretty badly. Ah, well, suppose that means Blackwood's on the menu again... Doctor, are these all your pets? My, but you've been busy."

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A black smoke rolled in as she searched, concealing them from her sight. She could feel a whisper at her ear from somewhere far gone: "Chì mi an ath thuras thu, little toys..."

A familiar crack of pink light sounded. This time, the glow was bigger than it had been previously, and upon turning around, Sasha realized why.

There were a good seven people standing there. Miria, Mara, Mullen, and three others - an old woman dressed all in black, a young man with white hair, and a young woman with a pixie cut and a hoodie. Miria, the other old woman, and the white-haired boy all had burn scars on their faces. In the front stood Doc, looking just as he had before. And all of them were armed.

"Hi there. I think you have something of mine."

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The NotThem looked up from the nest of limp bodies they had made, setting blueprints and the sketchbook to the side.

"Hullo, Miria. How's the nose? Heard you were hurt pretty badly. Ah, well, suppose that means Blackwood's on the menu again... Doctor, are these all your pets? My, but you've been busy."

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It looked like they were far deep below the Institute, in the tunnels, maybe? If that's the case, the NotThem was probably long gone. Aside from the battle, it didn't look too bad? The rest of the Institute was still standing.

A familiar crack of pink light sounded. This time, the glow was bigger than it had been previously, and upon turning around, Sasha realized why.

There were a good seven people standing there. Miria, Mara, Mullen, and three others - an old woman dressed all in black, a young man with white hair, and a young woman with a pixie cut and a hoodie. Miria, the other old woman, and the white-haired boy all had burn scars on their faces. In the front stood Doc, looking just as he had before. And all of them were armed.

"Hi there. I think you have something of mine."

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The NotThem looked up from the nest of limp bodies they had made, setting blueprints and the sketchbook to the side.

"Hullo, Miria. How's the nose? Heard you were hurt pretty badly. Ah, well, suppose that means Blackwood's on the menu again... Doctor, are these all your pets? My, but you've been busy."

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All was quiet. All was still. And they could faintly hear, somewhere in the distance, a laugh.

A familiar crack of pink light sounded. This time, the glow was bigger than it had been previously, and upon turning around, Sasha realized why.

There were a good seven people standing there. Miria, Mara, Mullen, and three others - an old woman dressed all in black, a young man with white hair, and a young woman with a pixie cut and a hoodie. Miria, the other old woman, and the white-haired boy all had burn scars on their faces. In the front stood Doc, looking just as he had before. And all of them were armed.

"Hi there. I think you have something of mine."

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The NotThem looked up from the nest of limp bodies they had made, setting blueprints and the sketchbook to the side.

"Hullo, Miria. How's the nose? Heard you were hurt pretty badly. Ah, well, suppose that means Blackwood's on the menu again... Doctor, are these all your pets? My, but you've been busy."

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They screamed as paper tore elsewhere and they were ripped down the middle. Glitches, code lines. The works. And then there were booms outside the room and it was exploding.

A familiar crack of pink light sounded. This time, the glow was bigger than it had been previously, and upon turning around, Sasha realized why.

There were a good seven people standing there. Miria, Mara, Mullen, and three others - an old woman dressed all in black, a young man with white hair, and a young woman with a pixie cut and a hoodie. Miria, the other old woman, and the white-haired boy all had burn scars on their faces. In the front stood Doc, looking just as he had before. And all of them were armed.

"Hi there. I think you have something of mine."

@the-mj-line-blogging

The NotThem looked up from the nest of limp bodies they had made, setting blueprints and the sketchbook to the side.

"Hullo, Miria. How's the nose? Heard you were hurt pretty badly. Ah, well, suppose that means Blackwood's on the menu again... Doctor, are these all your pets? My, but you've been busy."

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They laugh, wall cracking as the glitches increase in frequency. "Really happy for you. Hope she's alright..."

A familiar crack of pink light sounded. This time, the glow was bigger than it had been previously, and upon turning around, Sasha realized why.

There were a good seven people standing there. Miria, Mara, Mullen, and three others - an old woman dressed all in black, a young man with white hair, and a young woman with a pixie cut and a hoodie. Miria, the other old woman, and the white-haired boy all had burn scars on their faces. In the front stood Doc, looking just as he had before. And all of them were armed.

"Hi there. I think you have something of mine."

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The NotThem looked up from the nest of limp bodies they had made, setting blueprints and the sketchbook to the side.

"Hullo, Miria. How's the nose? Heard you were hurt pretty badly. Ah, well, suppose that means Blackwood's on the menu again... Doctor, are these all your pets? My, but you've been busy."

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They laugh, wall cracking as the glitches increase in frequency. "Really happy for you. Hope she's alright..."

A familiar crack of pink light sounded. This time, the glow was bigger than it had been previously, and upon turning around, Sasha realized why.

There were a good seven people standing there. Miria, Mara, Mullen, and three others - an old woman dressed all in black, a young man with white hair, and a young woman with a pixie cut and a hoodie. Miria, the other old woman, and the white-haired boy all had burn scars on their faces. In the front stood Doc, looking just as he had before. And all of them were armed.

"Hi there. I think you have something of mine."

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The NotThem looked up from the nest of limp bodies they had made, setting blueprints and the sketchbook to the side.

"Hullo, Miria. How's the nose? Heard you were hurt pretty badly. Ah, well, suppose that means Blackwood's on the menu again... Doctor, are these all your pets? My, but you've been busy."

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Lines of code overwrote their form for a moment as they grunted, reeling in pain. "Which one's that?"

A familiar crack of pink light sounded. This time, the glow was bigger than it had been previously, and upon turning around, Sasha realized why.

There were a good seven people standing there. Miria, Mara, Mullen, and three others - an old woman dressed all in black, a young man with white hair, and a young woman with a pixie cut and a hoodie. Miria, the other old woman, and the white-haired boy all had burn scars on their faces. In the front stood Doc, looking just as he had before. And all of them were armed.

"Hi there. I think you have something of mine."

@the-mj-line-blogging

The NotThem looked up from the nest of limp bodies they had made, setting blueprints and the sketchbook to the side.

"Hullo, Miria. How's the nose? Heard you were hurt pretty badly. Ah, well, suppose that means Blackwood's on the menu again... Doctor, are these all your pets? My, but you've been busy."

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They glitched like Doc had the day before, eyes widening in shock.

A familiar crack of pink light sounded. This time, the glow was bigger than it had been previously, and upon turning around, Sasha realized why.

There were a good seven people standing there. Miria, Mara, Mullen, and three others - an old woman dressed all in black, a young man with white hair, and a young woman with a pixie cut and a hoodie. Miria, the other old woman, and the white-haired boy all had burn scars on their faces. In the front stood Doc, looking just as he had before. And all of them were armed.

"Hi there. I think you have something of mine."

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The NotThem looked up from the nest of limp bodies they had made, setting blueprints and the sketchbook to the side.

"Hullo, Miria. How's the nose? Heard you were hurt pretty badly. Ah, well, suppose that means Blackwood's on the menu again... Doctor, are these all your pets? My, but you've been busy."

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They stagger, stepping back, form glitching.

A familiar crack of pink light sounded. This time, the glow was bigger than it had been previously, and upon turning around, Sasha realized why.

There were a good seven people standing there. Miria, Mara, Mullen, and three others - an old woman dressed all in black, a young man with white hair, and a young woman with a pixie cut and a hoodie. Miria, the other old woman, and the white-haired boy all had burn scars on their faces. In the front stood Doc, looking just as he had before. And all of them were armed.

"Hi there. I think you have something of mine."

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The NotThem looked up from the nest of limp bodies they had made, setting blueprints and the sketchbook to the side.

"Hullo, Miria. How's the nose? Heard you were hurt pretty badly. Ah, well, suppose that means Blackwood's on the menu again... Doctor, are these all your pets? My, but you've been busy."

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… some of those are already dead, and some are unreachable to anons. I’m not sure what jfk did to you, but I assure you he will not be an issue anymore.

as for everyone else… I’ll see to it soon. :)

Greatly appreciated :)

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They grab her throat and squeeze. "Sorry about this, really, but I don't like your Michael and want him to suffer."

A familiar crack of pink light sounded. This time, the glow was bigger than it had been previously, and upon turning around, Sasha realized why.

There were a good seven people standing there. Miria, Mara, Mullen, and three others - an old woman dressed all in black, a young man with white hair, and a young woman with a pixie cut and a hoodie. Miria, the other old woman, and the white-haired boy all had burn scars on their faces. In the front stood Doc, looking just as he had before. And all of them were armed.

"Hi there. I think you have something of mine."

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The NotThem looked up from the nest of limp bodies they had made, setting blueprints and the sketchbook to the side.

"Hullo, Miria. How's the nose? Heard you were hurt pretty badly. Ah, well, suppose that means Blackwood's on the menu again... Doctor, are these all your pets? My, but you've been busy."

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hm… Nothem. I have a proposition for you. How do you feel about having all of the archival staff, plus those little annoyances of the Buried and Spiral, right in the palm of your hand in a literal sense? For you to take out whatever revenge you want upon?

of course, this effect won’t cause any permanent damage, unfortunately anons aren’t capable of that, but whatever you want. To itty, bitty, bite-sized archives and co.

my proposition is this; I will shrink everyone you list in your answer to this ask, and hand them all over to you in a small box. You can do whatever you please to them, and I do mean whatever, because at the end of this everyone will be reset back to normal size and placed back where they were, as well as revived if you killed them in some way. Again, nothing permanent, but a note. A note that not only is an anon on your side, but you can make their life a living hell.

there’s no catch. I just want to see them suffer :)

Ha! And they'll be helpless?

Adelarde Dekker

Gertrude Robinson

Jonathan Sims

Martin Blackwood

Tim Stoker

Oliver Jonathan

The Buried child

Nikola Orsinov

Elias Bouchard

Peter Lukas

Jonah Magnus

Melanie King

Basira Hussein

Daisy Tonner

Michael Shelley

Gerard Keay

Helen Richardson

Those Love bastards

Annabelle Cane

Jared Hopworth

Oliver Banks

Michael Crew

Mikaele Salesa

Gregor Orsinov

JFK

Agnes Montague

Rush Limbaugh

Adolf Hitler

JKR

William Afton

Trevor Herbert

Julia Montauk

Adelarde Dekker

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Pipes burst and the building rumbled a tad. The NotThem seized the chance to force tendrils through Drew and run towards Bree, aiming the gun at Doc and firing.

A familiar crack of pink light sounded. This time, the glow was bigger than it had been previously, and upon turning around, Sasha realized why.

There were a good seven people standing there. Miria, Mara, Mullen, and three others - an old woman dressed all in black, a young man with white hair, and a young woman with a pixie cut and a hoodie. Miria, the other old woman, and the white-haired boy all had burn scars on their faces. In the front stood Doc, looking just as he had before. And all of them were armed.

"Hi there. I think you have something of mine."

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The NotThem looked up from the nest of limp bodies they had made, setting blueprints and the sketchbook to the side.

"Hullo, Miria. How's the nose? Heard you were hurt pretty badly. Ah, well, suppose that means Blackwood's on the menu again... Doctor, are these all your pets? My, but you've been busy."

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A tendril from the floor skewered Drew as they gave up on wearing Mel, opting instead to start pulling her apart. A tendril from the wall grabbed Bree away and slamming her into the floor.

A familiar crack of pink light sounded. This time, the glow was bigger than it had been previously, and upon turning around, Sasha realized why.

There were a good seven people standing there. Miria, Mara, Mullen, and three others - an old woman dressed all in black, a young man with white hair, and a young woman with a pixie cut and a hoodie. Miria, the other old woman, and the white-haired boy all had burn scars on their faces. In the front stood Doc, looking just as he had before. And all of them were armed.

"Hi there. I think you have something of mine."

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The NotThem looked up from the nest of limp bodies they had made, setting blueprints and the sketchbook to the side.

"Hullo, Miria. How's the nose? Heard you were hurt pretty badly. Ah, well, suppose that means Blackwood's on the menu again... Doctor, are these all your pets? My, but you've been busy."

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"O, chan eil? Then you'll have to do!" Their body burst, tendrils piercing Mel's flesh and worming inside.

A familiar crack of pink light sounded. This time, the glow was bigger than it had been previously, and upon turning around, Sasha realized why.

There were a good seven people standing there. Miria, Mara, Mullen, and three others - an old woman dressed all in black, a young man with white hair, and a young woman with a pixie cut and a hoodie. Miria, the other old woman, and the white-haired boy all had burn scars on their faces. In the front stood Doc, looking just as he had before. And all of them were armed.

"Hi there. I think you have something of mine."

@the-mj-line-blogging

The NotThem looked up from the nest of limp bodies they had made, setting blueprints and the sketchbook to the side.

"Hullo, Miria. How's the nose? Heard you were hurt pretty badly. Ah, well, suppose that means Blackwood's on the menu again... Doctor, are these all your pets? My, but you've been busy."

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They began to strangle Bree, tendrils worming their way through her eyes with a squelch and around her limbs. "Wonder if I could wear you..."

A familiar crack of pink light sounded. This time, the glow was bigger than it had been previously, and upon turning around, Sasha realized why.

There were a good seven people standing there. Miria, Mara, Mullen, and three others - an old woman dressed all in black, a young man with white hair, and a young woman with a pixie cut and a hoodie. Miria, the other old woman, and the white-haired boy all had burn scars on their faces. In the front stood Doc, looking just as he had before. And all of them were armed.

"Hi there. I think you have something of mine."

@the-mj-line-blogging

The NotThem looked up from the nest of limp bodies they had made, setting blueprints and the sketchbook to the side.

"Hullo, Miria. How's the nose? Heard you were hurt pretty badly. Ah, well, suppose that means Blackwood's on the menu again... Doctor, are these all your pets? My, but you've been busy."