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@elongated-tennis-ball

Try estrogen today!

Go make that appointment with the doctor. Go to the pharmacy. Look up trans friendly clinics around you. Ask that girl you know.

Do it now, okay?

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agnus belrose from tbcu

(just tag as #tbcu)

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atlas from tbcu

(just tag as #tbcu)

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[ I don't see why you're opposed to that name. It's accurate. ]

[ I don't care enough to call you it though. More effort than irritating you is worth. I truly did just come here to observe you. Your inner workings are interesting enough to me, regardless of what you're doing. ]

[ You've experimented on yourself before, clearly. I have as well, though it was a long time ago now. A few modifications here and there, just strengthening— ]

...

[ Moving on. ]

There's a slight rustling noise in Niall's brain. The faint sound of footsteps, the ambiance of a dark, abandoned night.

It is quite nice in here. Better than most. 8.2/10.

(Elongated was reading through some papers when he stops and looks up, assuming the sound was from somewhere else)

Hello?

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[ Correct, I can hear you. ]

[ I was simply interested in exploring the inside of your mind, as I have already said. You stood out among the other ones as one actually worth visiting. It was not my intent to make small chat with you in the first place. ]

[ I know exactly who you are already. Real name Niall, formerly known as Lonely Tennis Ball. Now known as Elongated Tennis Ball the First, or ETB1. Early 40s, was exiled around 20 years ago before returning to this House. Mutilated by your own scientific curiosity and desire to strengthen your form despite the fact that your demise is overall inevitable no matter what you do. ]

[ I also experimented on myself before, once or twice. Perhaps that's why you interest me. ]

There's a slight rustling noise in Niall's brain. The faint sound of footsteps, the ambiance of a dark, abandoned night.

It is quite nice in here. Better than most. 8.2/10.

(Elongated was reading through some papers when he stops and looks up, assuming the sound was from somewhere else)

Hello?

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[ Now you're willing to listen to me. Not well though, as I already told you who I am. ]

[ I am a God, one of the four tasked with maintaining order on your mortal plane. They call me The Eastern Winds, Zhrea-Z Daev, East, Atlas, Enqorie, or whatever other terminology they've chosen. It doesn't matter which you use as these names hold no value to me. ]

Niall's legs give out from under him. He can move again, but his entire body is quite sore. A slight reminder of what I'm capable of.

[ Have you finally processed that I'm real now? I will gladly freeze you in place again if you have yet to. ]

There's a slight rustling noise in Niall's brain. The faint sound of footsteps, the ambiance of a dark, abandoned night.

It is quite nice in here. Better than most. 8.2/10.

(Elongated was reading through some papers when he stops and looks up, assuming the sound was from somewhere else)

Hello?

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[ A hallucination? Really? How disrespectful to speak of a God that way. ]

[ Fine then. ]

Niall suddenly freezes in place. He's lost the ability to move his muscles from the neck down until he accepts that I'm not some figment of his pitiful imagination. If he were to try to move anything regardless, it would be incredibly painful and overall useless. I would advise against it.

[ I thought I had made it clear to you that I was real. I suppose not. ]

There's a slight rustling noise in Niall's brain. The faint sound of footsteps, the ambiance of a dark, abandoned night.

It is quite nice in here. Better than most. 8.2/10.

(Elongated was reading through some papers when he stops and looks up, assuming the sound was from somewhere else)

Hello?

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[ "Not again"? ]

[ I'm not inside your room. I would much rather stay in your brain than go out and interact with you mortals in person. ]

[ I won't be leaving any time soon. You are welcome to go back to what you were doing, as long as it is not entirely boring. I will mostly be exploring up here anyways. ]

There's a slight rustling noise in Niall's brain. The faint sound of footsteps, the ambiance of a dark, abandoned night.

It is quite nice in here. Better than most. 8.2/10.

(Elongated was reading through some papers when he stops and looks up, assuming the sound was from somewhere else)

Hello?

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So you can hear me.

No use not speaking properly then. One moment.

One of the lights in the room flashed much brighter as a sudden burst of power ran through it. It became almost blinding for a moment before settling down again, not shattering this time.

[ There we go. Hello. ]

There's a slight rustling noise in Niall's brain. The faint sound of footsteps, the ambiance of a dark, abandoned night.

It is quite nice in here. Better than most. 8.2/10.

(Elongated was reading through some papers when he stops and looks up, assuming the sound was from somewhere else)

Hello?

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Agnus almost laughed at that.

"Friends? We didn't realize Aspen was capable of being friends with someone! Well, knowing Aspen we're sure your friend's just being used~!"

"But you're welcome to try if you'd like! What's the worst that can happen? (⁀ᗢ⁀)"

Agnus is waiting at the door of the Ghost's room. She didn't knock, and yet Ghost knows she is there through something similar to an undeniable gut-feeling.

Open the door?

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…?

She escorted Daffodil to the other room, pet its head, and headed to the door. She paused for a moment, her hand lingering on the doorknob. She then slowly tuned it and pulled the door open.

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"Perfect!"

Agnus hands the Ghost a piece of paper with way more information than she'd ever need.

Full name (Aspen Belrose!), room number (308! Wonder if it used to have some significance, hm~.), and some arbitrary information thrown in like what color the memory potion should be (Purple! You're being lied to if it's not purple!). There's even a list of past addresses, detailing all the places it has lived in the past 5 years.

Why did you include the last part, exactly? (Why not? (⁀ᗢ⁀)/)

"Fair warning, you will absolutely be lied to and manipulated at every turn. You can still get what you want though, assuming you don't fall for it~!"

Agnus is waiting at the door of the Ghost's room. She didn't knock, and yet Ghost knows she is there through something similar to an undeniable gut-feeling.

Open the door?

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…?

She escorted Daffodil to the other room, pet its head, and headed to the door. She paused for a moment, her hand lingering on the doorknob. She then slowly tuned it and pulled the door open.

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"Mhm, that—"

Agnus is immediately cut off by that thing.

The following note is delivered to @ball-ghost-tennis and @tennisball-wizard .

Meet me in the head office, as soon as you can. We have much to discuss.

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no see results option because No one knows them enough to need such a thing

(for my tbcu fans, the ocs are: @tennisball-wizard @i-hate-tennis-ball @ball-ghost-tennis & the various other characters in their stories)

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Agnus expected this. (But this is still fun! Both of us being exiled cause of Cleo? Isn't that interesting?)

It's problematic, that's what it is. This was convenient for keeping track of those two.

"Of course we can. Or at least I'll be honest, can't say anything about Aspen~."

"Did Cleo explain why he wanted us exiled? It's obvious, but I'm still curious."

The following note is delivered to @ball-ghost-tennis and @tennisball-wizard .

Meet me in the head office, as soon as you can. We have much to discuss.

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Agnus watches in disgust as Want transforms, yet all of it instead is masked as awe. Mostly. You're not doing very well at all. (Shut up.)

"Ooh, okay! Me next!"

She steps down from where she was floating. The Life slowly starts to return to her form, transparent parts becoming more apparent and color shining through unlike before. Once it's all over, she's managed to perfectly replicate a normal tennis ball.

"I never expected to fool anyone, so I really don't mind if you know~ I just wanted to have a little fun."

She looks over towards... ugh, "The Wizard" expectantly.

The following note is delivered to @ball-ghost-tennis and @tennisball-wizard .

Meet me in the head office, as soon as you can. We have much to discuss.

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"I stopped by his place when he wasn't there and left him a note, but it's been a while since we've talked. I wonder if he misses me! (´･ᴗ･ ` )"

Agnus was acting as casual as ever, despite knowing this interaction wouldn't end well for her.

The following note is delivered to @ball-ghost-tennis and @tennisball-wizard .

Meet me in the head office, as soon as you can. We have much to discuss.

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After a moment, Agnus suddenly appeared in the office. She waved to Want.

"The Wizard should be here any second now!"

She started counting down, and looked over to the door exactly the moment before it opened.

The following note is delivered to @ball-ghost-tennis and @tennisball-wizard .

Meet me in the head office, as soon as you can. We have much to discuss.