#its just a matter of when and how I'll make DK and NK react :>

[forthedancingandthethriving]

Chromatic.

Monochromatic.

Irene purses her lips as she stares at the strange box in front of her. The names are etched into it, as if with some rock.

Now that she thought about it, it didn't seem right to call what she was holding a box. It was more of a futuristic tablet, though it lacked any apps.

She stares at the names etched into it. It's hasty and almost frantic, as if someone didn't want to forget the names.

Her eyes drift to the top right corner, and she frowns, seeing a dried blue substance on it. She carefully runs her fingers over it before recoiling away from it quickly.

It had the same feel of dried blood.

(She would know, considering how many times she had to clean up her own.)

She flips it around, and there's hasty writing in the back.

I don't know why, but everyone is forgetting them. The damned program and virus that's killed and used so many. I'm forgetting them, too. I'm writing this so someone can know.

Their names are Chromatic and Monochromatic. Don't let their names fool you. They're vile and cruel and will do what they need for power. Chromatic is the Program. She's like a sea serpent, but her personality is a siren. She'll charm you with her little programs before they turn on you and claim your universe.

Monochromatic is no better. He's the Virus, a silver snake with piercing eyes. His venom is potent and deadly, and he grows as he eats universes. He's brash and impulsive, though, so he's easier to escape.

I'm writing this so that it can't be erased from text. So it can't be forgotten, like how everyone else is forgetting.

I hope whoever finds this keeps this safe.

- C

The writing trails off at the end, and she frowns. Whoever this was seemed frantic to nor forget, and she didn't really blame them.

She tucks the strange tablet into her backpack before closing it and slinging it over her shoulder. She looks around before exiting the market alleyway and making her way back into the bustling crowds.

○●○

Crash hums to himself as he hands the cuffed program to Supervisor. "And there you go. That's the only one I caught today."

"Really?" Supervisor tilts her head. "Oh well, at least you got to visit. You left some of your old stuff here!"

He blinks. "I did?"

"Mhm. I found it while cleaning my office." Supervisor starts walking away. "It's on my desk!"

Crash frowns before he nods to himself, making his way to her office. He weaves through the halls before arriving at her office. He enters the code into the lock before walking, and he spots a box labeled with his name.

He walks up to the box and begins to rummage through it, smiling when he sees old command boxes and text boxes.

"Must be from back when Supervisor and I were Warden's Moderators." He says to himself as he pulls one out.

He continues to look through them, but not before a grouping catches his eye.

Research, it reads.

He didn't remember researching anything. What would be need to research?

He gingerly pulls one out and reads it but finds it nearly impossible. He knows it's his, and definitely from his pre-Admin time, but the names are blurry and smudged, which shouldn't even be possible.

The more he tries to read, the more his head hurts, and he swiftly puts the box back into its grouping.

What the hell had he been researching?

Crash shakes his head with a heavy sigh before picking up the box. He walks out of Supervisor's office and nods at Warden as the other Admin walks back and nods at him. Crash opens a portal command and walks through, entering his office back at the Adminspace.

He sighs and walks over to his desk, setting the box down before crossing his arms as he stared at it.

Just what had he been researching?