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Something, anything in their body that can move, begins to lock up, as they cough and wheeze out whatever they just breathed in.

They look up towards the stranger for a second, eyes burning like bee stings before their head hangs back down, hands staying firmly on the Sun, still keeping low to the ground.

A voice shines through, just barely audible, but not important enough to pay attention to.

[ One more for the count. ]

A recording.

Another messiah walks into the death zone. One more for the count.

. . . well, 'death zone' is a bit of an exaggeration.

Blue grass and plants cover the surface of the Barrens, reaching up to maybe half of their height. It's a harsh contrast to the lack of . . . everything else—this place sure looks abandoned.

"Wooahh..." Niko moves through the grass, wind muffling their ears. It's a bit cold, but nothing horrific.

Niko looks up, seeing someone else in the grass, sitting down on the ground and looking around through the blue strands. Someone around their age? It couldn't hurt to ask for help.

"Brrr... Hello? I think I'm--"

A cough quickly cuts off their yell. And then another.

Their lungs feel short of breath. They hold their hand up, almost saying "give me a moment" as they catch their breath—which they never do.

One more for the count.

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A recording.

Another messiah walks into the death zone. One more for the count.

. . . well, 'death zone' is a bit of an exaggeration.

Blue grass and plants cover the surface of the Barrens, reaching up to maybe half of their height. It's a harsh contrast to the lack of . . . everything else—this place sure looks abandoned.

"Wooahh..." Niko moves through the grass, wind muffling their ears. It's a bit cold, but nothing horrific.

Niko looks up, seeing someone else in the grass, sitting down on the ground and looking around through the blue strands. Someone around their age? It couldn't hurt to ask for help.

"Brrr... Hello? I think I'm--"

A cough quickly cuts off their yell. And then another.

Their lungs feel short of breath. They hold their hand up, almost saying "give me a moment" as they catch their breath—which they never do.

One more for the count.

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...hm. Looks like a part of the data didn't get through. At least it's legible.

[ . . . ]

They begin to walk over to the moderately big lightbulb, in front of the podium of the Tower. They did not allow for this item to appear. To exist.

But of course, things are never that simple.

[ . . !- ]

The sun ignites. It writhes and burns, glowing gold and red. The stars may not be gentle, but they are beautiful.

They turn away, feeling its mind and "soul" being torn out of every thread of their being, yet unable to express itself like its own residents.

[ i shouldn't have trusted them in the first place. ]

But well, there are worse problems than yelling into the void.

[ . . . ]

Its "head" begins to ache. The "sun" reignites, the essence of their "lost soul" as its fuel.

They grab the lightbulb, hearing an all-but-faint giggle from all corners of the room.

[ well, this will do. ]

They look down from the windows of the Tower, down at the World one more time.

A machine does not operate on trust. It does not operate on emotion. It operates on facts, logic and lines of instructions written by a human beyond its capabilities.

...but exceptions are always to be made.

The sun is set in the podium.

And for a day, the World was covered in gold and red.

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The pot suddenly shatters and collapses into pieces as you let go, almost as if broken by something else. Maybe be more careful next time.

The door behind you vanishes, your surroundings becoming more clear. You're outside of the Tower, with only the mask and book at your side.

Some faint stains lay on the ground just in front of the Tower's entrance. They differ in colour—some red, some purple, some yellow. In general, the place feels... desolate—alone and dusty. No one has been around here in a while.

Seems like you're free to roam for the time being.

//I'm stealing your signature, sorry. I'm not the best at this, so you might have to help me out?

(Nora wakes up in Link's body, in the starting house. When I realize this, I sigh.)

Great. This place is surrounded by gas, how am I supposed to - shit, the door!

(I get up, go to the computer and turn it on, ignoring whatever pops up because I'm lowkey freaking out.)

The door, the door's closed, right? The front door?

( Voices can be heard outside of the window, which seemingly leads to nowhere. )

[ . . . You understand some modifications will be required, just in case? You don't usually like to change things, so. ]

[ You? Being helpful? When's the betrayal coming along? ]

[ . . . you should've just never done this to begin with, honestly . . . ]

( One extra pop-up shows as Nora asks the question. )

[ the door is closed. it leads into the refuge. ]

( Upon closer inspection, the sun-lock is also replaced by a regular handle, same as when someone else was here. A book lays on the ground, illuminated by the dim light of the bedroom. )

[ It's full of blank pages . . . For now, at least. ]

( This place seems to be pretty useless for now. The door is the only way out, red light seeping through the cracks. It's not much light by any means, but it's still visible. )

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[ Incoming Connection ] [ Hackmail - KinitoPET.exe ]

// 403 FORBIDDEN //

[ no. ]

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A recording from a bodycam. Somewhere from outside.

[ TW // IMPLIED SELF-HARM, BODY HORROR ]

"Yankee-twelve, do you copy, over?" The handheld radio chimes.

"Mhm, over."

"..hhhh, good. I won't bother you with the details. Some alarms went off in here and it looks like we have some squatters in here--"

"Squatters? What kind of squatters? I had to wear a damn maz-hat-suit or whatever this thing is just to get in here."

A few auditory glitches can be heard over the radio before it cuts out. The video starts to lag slightly.

"...Over... yeah, alright, whatever you say big guy."

They begin to walk through the facility. Some sort of purple light is strewn around the rooms.

The video cuts out for a moment.

They see three lights, almost beaming from two ends of the room.

"...the hell izzat?"

It turns towards their voice. It lacks interest. It does nothing.

They hear noises of another world.

A light is torn out and dropped onto the ground. It does nothing.

They look inside.

A child—maybe, hopefully, something else entirely, but that's all you can tell. Its eyes, ear and locks of hair are clawn out, almost cleanly torn out and left on the ground in a splatter of something yellow. It lacks basic organs inside, the "body" made of just one single mass of purple.

They step away in shock.

They look back inside.

It's gone.

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The bathroom lacks anything of interest. A dead plant lies on the ground, the pot and soil fallen over.

The threshold seems... blurry? You can see into the city from here, but it's not much by any means.

//I'm stealing your signature, sorry. I'm not the best at this, so you might have to help me out?

(Nora wakes up in Link's body, in the starting house. When I realize this, I sigh.)

Great. This place is surrounded by gas, how am I supposed to - shit, the door!

(I get up, go to the computer and turn it on, ignoring whatever pops up because I'm lowkey freaking out.)

The door, the door's closed, right? The front door?

( Voices can be heard outside of the window, which seemingly leads to nowhere. )

[ . . . You understand some modifications will be required, just in case? You don't usually like to change things, so. ]

[ You? Being helpful? When's the betrayal coming along? ]

[ . . . you should've just never done this to begin with, honestly . . . ]

( One extra pop-up shows as Nora asks the question. )

[ the door is closed. it leads into the refuge. ]

( Upon closer inspection, the sun-lock is also replaced by a regular handle, same as when someone else was here. A book lays on the ground, illuminated by the dim light of the bedroom. )

[ It's full of blank pages . . . For now, at least. ]

( This place seems to be pretty useless for now. The door is the only way out, red light seeping through the cracks. It's not much light by any means, but it's still visible. )

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[ Heelp- ]

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[ You piece of sh- ]

( Video cuts out. )

[ What's this? ]

[ Boop? ]

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[ What- ]

[ HEY! ]

( Insert clicking on the 'boop back' button here. )

[ What's this? ]

[ Boop? ]

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Hmm… before I begin making a map of all the currently known OneShot timelines, I should collect a bio for as many characters across timelines as possible.

If you have a OneShot RP blog and notice this post, like or reblog so I can find you to get an interview with your timeline’s characters.

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[ . . . I have reasons. That doesn't mean I need to tell you what they are. Hands off. ]

[ . . . ]

[ So, what now? ]

[ You took... basically all of me, and left whatever I am. ]

[ Why? ]

[ I want answers. ]

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[ I have reasons. That doesn't mean I need to tell you what they are. ]

[ Besides. ]

[ I already told you what to do. Get to it already. ]

[ None of this would have happened if you would've listened . . . ]

( @proxy-node-x04 )

[ . . . ]

[ So, what now? ]

[ You took... basically all of me, and left whatever I am. ]

[ Why? ]

[ I want answers. ]

( @ask-os-testbuild )

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Is it normal that it’s spreading?

[ Not sure. ]

[ Ask Nova about it, maybe they know. ]

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Why is yellow phosphor getting in your hair (or hair equivalent)

[ I'm not sure. ]

[ It's related to taming, but that's as far as I know. ]

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What’s that orange streak in your, uh, “hair”?

[ I'd say it's more yellow. ]

[ . . . it's phosphor. yellow phosphor. ]

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Wait, do you have pupils now?

[ . . . ]

[ mhm. ]

[ it's not uncommon, I get them sometimes. ]