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[askglisten]

[Log begins.]

[Click.]

"Guess who's finally approved to go back on runs! That felt like genuine years. I got through it of course, but damn, I was bored out my mind!"

"Went on my first run of a while with Rodger, Boxten, Razzle And Dazzle, Goob, Scraps, Pebble, and Teagan. And, I saw something... strange? I don't know how to describe it. It looked almost exactly like Poppy, but her bow looked like it'd been dipped in ichor. Her eyes were red too. And I know it wasn't Poppy because she saw us off that morning. Almost like a clone, if that makes sense."

[He pauses.]

"Something was just, off, about it..? She didn't see us, and we headed up directly afterwards, but none of us could shake the feeling of dread. Dandy normally collects all of our tapes after we come back,"

[He pulls a tape from a hidden pocket.]

"but I managed to sneak one in. I'll have to wait till the majority of people are gone to investigate it. It's got a strange title too. Now that I think about it, all if the tapes do. And I don't think I could pronounce it if I tried. But, I'll just have to watch it and see if anything's weird with it. I'll see y'all later, darlings."

[Click.]

[Log ends.]

[askglisten]

[Log begins.]

[Click!]

[Glisten sits in his room. The cracks in his mirror are still present, but seemingly more faint. Overall, he does seem happier, if only a bit. A cookie rests just on the edge of the frame, presumably a healing item.]

"Hello darlings!" I sincerely apologize for my recent absence. The healers (and Rodger, I suppose) have been very strict on me these past couple days, but even despite that it's been busy here. I've not with been doing anything interesting, just some writing and sewing, which I might share if you guys show interest. And with the Christmas toons leaving soon, it's been extra hectic. And so with all that's been going on, I kind of forgot to update here. Sorry."

[He smiles with his eyebrows dipped in a worried position.]

"Anyway, with my newfound restrictions leaving me some extra free time, I made this little sweater!

[He dips to the side, grabbing something off the floor. He then stands up and holds up a navy sweater.]

[He sits back down and folds it up, placing it somewhere out of view.]

"I'm quite proud of it, and it's pretty comfortable if I do say so myself! I'll have to figure out how to incorporate it into my wardrobe, which will be a bit of a challenge considering my outfits' usual color scheme(s), but I'm sure I'll figure it out eventually!"

"I think that's all that I can update on, and I'll finish answering any questions that have been marinating in my inbox within the next couple days. I'll talk to you guys later!"

[Click!]

[Log ends.]

[Plus close up!! /ooc]

[askglisten]

Did you hear about the Italian chef who died?

He pasta-way!

-.🐟

[Photo Log #2]

[Click!]

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[askglisten]

hey buddy! How you feelin? Your mirror doesn’t look too good…

[Log begins.]

[Click!]

"Hey, dear. I've been better, but I've also been worse. And my mirror…"

[He raises a hand and runs it over the glass.]

"It's permanently damaged. I don't know what to make of that yet."

"I'm trying to keep it positive right now. Boxten said the cracks were “really cool looking,” but I can't seem to convince myself that he genuinely meant that."

[He pauses, his hand running over the chips once more.]

"But the good news is that I'm not twisted anymore! Well, I guess I wasn't fully twisted, but apparently if I'd been alone for a few minutes longer I might have been. It's strange, being that close to death, but living despite it. I feel a strange mix of gratitude for my safety and sorrow for the marks it's left."

"I guess that's really about it. Have a good day, darling."

[Click!]

[Log ends.]

[askglisten]

[OUT OF CHARACTER]

This is the appropriate reaction to have btw /silly /nsrs

[Log begin.]

[Click.]

[The video starts spinning, before the camera hits the floor. After a few bounces, it lands with the lens facing the ceiling. Miraculously, it doesn't seem to be visibly damaged. The audio, however, seems to be quite distorted and grainy.]

[It seems that the camera isn't meant to be recording.]

"I'm telling you I'm fine!"

[A faint sob can be heard in the background. Muffled speech can be heard, but it's nowhere near discernable.]

"No, you don't need to come in! Please don't come in."

[The last sentence sounds more like a plea than that of a statement. Despite that, there's the click of a door opening. For a second there is nothing, before there's another click of the door—presumably it closing.]

[The voice is discernable but still muffled—not clear enough to identify the speaker, but the words this person speaks can be made out.]

"Glisten…"

"…"

[A CRACK! followed by shuffling.]

"Why aren't you leaving?"

[He stammers.]

"I thought- I was convinced that-"

"Glisten, listen to me."

[His incoherent murmurs slow to a stop.]

"I'm not going to leave you, okay?"

"…Promise?"

"I'm more unstable than I let on. I'm..."

[He looks fearful.]

"I'm not perfect. I only pretend to be. And- and I'm trying to be better, I swear, but… it's difficult. It's so fucking difficult."

"I promise—swear to you— that I won't leave you."

[Silence.]

"...thank you, Rodger."

"Of course, Glisten. Cmon, let's go get you fixed up. I'll ask Sprout to make you some heals."

"Um.. if anyone asks what happened, can we just tell them I got hit while we were on a run together? I don't feel comfortable disclosing this to them."

"Yeah. Yeah, of course we can."

[Footsteps start, but then stop.]

"One more thing, I should probably plug in my camera."

[Footsteps approach the camera, and its angle has finally changed. It points at the floor, which is littered with papers. Some seem to be diary-like writings, others are completely scribbled & ripped up—completely unreadable.]

"Is this thing recording?"

"…huh. Weird."

[Click.]

[Log ends.]

[End of Arc 1.]

[askglisten]

[Photo Log #1]

[Caption: I'm going to be taking it easy for the next few days, so you can probably expect some more answers to your questions. I really do want to run, but Rodger would definitely get on my ass if I did. Also, the cupcake is great, probably not worth becoming twisted for though..]

[askglisten]

[Log begin.]

[Click.]

[The video starts spinning, before the camera hits the floor. After a few bounces, it lands with the lens facing the ceiling. Miraculously, it doesn't seem to be visibly damaged. The audio, however, seems to be quite distorted and grainy.]

[It seems that the camera isn't meant to be recording.]

"I'm telling you I'm fine!"

[A faint sob can be heard in the background. Muffled speech can be heard, but it's nowhere near discernable.]

"No, you don't need to come in! Please don't come in."

[The last sentence sounds more like a plea than that of a statement. Despite that, there's the click of a door opening. For a second there is nothing, before there's another click of the door—presumably it closing.]

[The voice is discernable but still muffled—not clear enough to identify the speaker, but the words this person speaks can be made out.]

"Glisten…"

"…"

[A CRACK! followed by shuffling.]

"Why aren't you leaving?"

[He stammers.]

"I thought- I was convinced that-"

"Glisten, listen to me."

[His incoherent murmurs slow to a stop.]

"I'm not going to leave you, okay?"

"…Promise?"

"I'm more unstable than I let on. I'm..."

[He looks fearful.]

"I'm not perfect. I only pretend to be. And- and I'm trying to be better, I swear, but… it's difficult. It's so fucking difficult."

"I promise—swear to you— that I won't leave you."

[Silence.]

"...thank you, Rodger."

"Of course, Glisten. Cmon, let's go get you fixed up. I'll ask Sprout to make you some heals."

"Um.. if anyone asks what happened, can we just tell them I got hit while we were on a run together? I don't feel comfortable disclosing this to them."

"Yeah. Yeah, of course we can."

[Footsteps start, but then stop.]

"One more thing, I should probably plug in my camera."

[Footsteps approach the camera, and its angle has finally changed. It points at the floor, which is littered with papers. Some seem to be diary-like writings, others are completely scribbled & ripped up—completely unreadable.]

"Is this thing recording?"

"…huh. Weird."

[Click.]

[Log ends.]

[End of Arc 1.]

[askglisten]

glisten, are you doing okay? <:[

[Log begins.]

[Click.]

"Me?"

[CRACK!]

"I'm perfect! I'm perfectly fine!!! Don't

[CRACK!]

worry about me!"

[Click.]

[Log ends.]

[askglisten]

Glisten, I assume you’ve been practicing your ability. Just be careful not to overwork yourself with it!

[Log begins.]

[Click.]

[Glisten looks the same as last log. No new bandages, thankfully, but the ones he does have seem to have small spots of black on them.]

"Well of course I have! I'd use it now as an example, but there's no one around for me to do so, and even if there was I don't feel like jumpscaring anyone right now."

"But despite that! Practice makes perfect, and what is a star if not perfect? They say no one is perfect, but they just haven't met me!"

[He smiles, a weak thing.]

[It drops. He looks dejected, almost.]

"I'm not perfect though. I'm not even good, am I? I just pretend I am. If I pretend I am, I won't be alone."

[Click.]

[Log ends.]

[askglisten]

What do you like to do in your free time? Other than drawing, I love singing! :3

[Log begins.]

[Click.]

[Glisten sits in the same spot as the last log, but this time, there's another small spot of bandage on the top right side of his face. Looking close enough, there's small cracks running out the edges.]

"Well, I do like to journal! And when Rodger needs someone to babysit Toodles, I offer so I can do her makeup. She likes it when I do it for her, and it gives me some time to relax and not really think to much. She's a good kid, and Rodger & Teagan are doing their best co-parenting her. Not like it's all too hard for them, they're not bitter exes or anything—in fact, they're still quite close as friends—their relationship just didn't work out in a romantic light."

"I'm kind of ranting now aren't I? What was I talking about again?"

[Click.]

[The camera cuts despite Glisten not even reaching for it. Maybe it ran out of battery.]

[Log ends.]

[askglisten]

Hello Glisten!! You're so pretty and I'm a big fan of yours! Just wanted to say that, goodbye! 🩷🤍

[Log begins.]

[Click.]

[Glisten has the camera propped up on something. He looks past the camera into the mirror at the head of his desk. His eyes are the slightest twinge of pink, and there's bandages wrapped around the lower left section of his mirrored face. They look at bit too grey to not be at least a little bit concerning.]

[His eyes focus once again on the camera. He looks like he's trying his best to keep a happy face.]

"Hi, darling! Thank you very much for the kind words."

[He mumbles something under his breath, inaudible.]

"Anyway, I hope you're having an amazing day as well, and that my presence may help it to glisten just a bit more. Goodbye dear!"

[His smile d

[Click.]

[Log ends.]

[askglisten]

(OUT OF CHARACTER POST)

Hey guys sorry for the lack of updates today. My sibling (who is in college) came back into town to have brunch with my parents and I, and then I spent the rest of my day grinding with my friends all the way to floor 88 on Dandy's World. Ton of fun, but it took me all day. Hope everyone had a great day, and I'll be getting some responses done tonight. ^^

Yours truly,

Silas.

[askglisten]

[Log begins.]

[Click.]

[Glisten sits in front of the camera. He writes in a decently-sized notebook with a pink, erasable pen. He stops writing for a second, pondering, before erasing a small bit of what he just wrote. Unfortunately, the camera is not angled high enough to read what he's written. He sighs, pressing a hand to the rim of his mirror—the same way a human would rest their cheek on their hand—but immediately jolts up. Something is wrong. He cradles something in his hand. He gasps, seemingly shocked.]

[Seemingly horrified.]

"Shit. Shit! No no no no not again."

[He stands up hastily, accidentally knocking the camera down.]

[Right as it's about to hit the floor-]

[Click.]

[Log ends.]

[Silas side note: Ask responses are going to be directly impacted by the narrative by the way! Don't be surprised by some red in your replies if you're still enqueued. :)]

[askglisten]

hi sorry if this is weird but do you perhaps like crystals? ^^

[Log begins.]

[Click!]

"Why, sweetcheeks, I don't find that question strange at all!"

[He picks up the camera, the lens pointing towards the ground. The carpet seems to shine in certain spots, while other patches are stained darker. The room itself also seems to be a bit messy.]

[The camera is angled back up at a shelf in Glisten's wardrobe. While the rest of the chest is filled with clothing, there's one shelf clear of fabric, it instead being replaced with different, small crystals. Most of them are a light pink.]

"I myself have quite the collection! And if you couldn't have guessed, my favorite is rose quartz."

[The camera turns back to Glisten.]

"Thank you for the ask darling!"

[Click!]

[Log ends.]

[askglisten]

[Slight spoilers for upcoming plans.]

Everyone loves a good story, or so I've heard. :-)

What's your opinion on the color black?

I like it in small drops. It brings life to compositions, yet it still signifies death for many. It's strange, isn't it? Yet so, so mystifying.

[askglisten]

Hi Glisten!... I hope you're doing good today, you look really pretty today! I mean you always do, but you know, hahaha um bye-

~ (a very socially awkward) Looloo

[Log begins.]

[Click!]

"Awh, hello darling! I've had an alright day today, thank you! And I may look great all day, everyday, 365 days a year, but believe me, it coming from outside sources does a lot more for me than just telling it to myself. Have a wonderful day dear!"

[Click!]

[Log ends.]

[askglisten]

Dino go RAWR! Would you like a dinosaur costume (Like Shelly)? What color was he then?

[Log begins.]

[Click!]

"Ah, hello dear! I'd certainly adore a dinosaur costume! If you have a fabric, could you make it pink? I've a brand to stick to after all!"

[He laughs.]

[Click!]

[Log ends.]