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EP:01.14

Once again there they were, all in the same spots they were before when the turtle suddenly appeared...

"What do you mean this is a channel Dolly?"

Klyde looks at her with a curious expression, like that one of a child who just witnessed their first magic trick.

"I- Nnn... Uh... Well-"

Dolly was absolutely beside herself, why on [REDACTED] did she just say that? OUT LOUD? Wait what is Klyde doing with his mouth agape

"I thought this was like... An industry that makes kids happy with magic shows... What do you mean there is other channels?"

Dolly was now double beside herself, she didn't even say anything about the multitude of other channels that exist. Why is he connecting the dots all by himself?!

"So this is like... A paranormal industry or... Like do we travel to other channels to make other children happy?"

He was so on point... Till that last part... Why on earth would a corporation that thrives on profits be a benefit to humankind? Wait why did she take the turtle again?

"I feel like we are still back at Square one for this... Klyde did you not know that this company was something more than just a "Happy Children Happy World" benefit campaign?"

Klyde just looks at them back in their anchored positions with the turtle back on the table. He looked as puzzled as a Old Lady trying to use self check out.

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Hey! Hope you're enjoying Channel Pandora: Relapse so far, yes this is a prequel story to a bigger story [Channel Pandora lol] which I am hoping to be able to post as a Visual Novel format!

So if you are enjoying reading these when they get posted and such, please lemme know by reblogging to let others enjoy reading this weird adventure as well! Plus also following the blog will help with feedback as well!

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EP:01.13

"Leave this room... As a group of three?"

What did Mark even mean by this? Like... Dolly, Mark, and I? Cause I never met this Tiffany character, but that shouldn't be too hard should it?

"That... Sounds easy enough lemme just..."

Klyde gets up from the table and walks towards the door reaching for the handle, only to put his hand on the table.

"Uh- Wait..."

Klyde was sitting at the table again, with the turtle in the middle of the table. Dolly was back in her spot, and Mark was sitting across the table from him.

"Yeeeah, it's not gonna be that easy..."

Tiffany gets up from underneath the table, dragging her finger tips across the table as she slowly looks at the both of them.

"See... Mr. Turtle here is making sure the three of you can never leave this room, try as you might to leave, but it will never... Ever happen."

Klyde looks back at the turtle. Any time that turtle is moved from it's original position, we just wind up where we were when we first noticed it... But what if we could get out of here by making sure the turtle isn't moved at all?

"Hey Mark can you make sure that turtle there... Isn't moved at all?"

Mark shakes his head.

"No, like I said before the three of us have to leave together, we can't leave anyone behind. That's one of the rules."

Tiffany proceeds to crack a smile. One that you could feel nibbling down your spine when you catch sight of it.

"But... What if... We destroyed the tur-"

Klyde is suddenly silenced by Dolly tossing the bean bag chair at him.

"You do NOT destroy grant keys, it'll have an EXTREMELY dangerous effect on the channel they are broken in!"

Mark slowly turns his head to look at Dolly, still sitting in the position he was in during Dolly's sketching session.

"Careful Dolly, your smarts are showing..."

Dolly slaps her mouth and runs up to the turtle to slap it off the table again.

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EP:01.12

Both Dolly and Mark just glance at Klyde and in unison...

"Don't worry about it"

Klyde looks down at the table a bit disappointed

"Is it like... A seasoning?"

Dolly looks up at the woman in front of her with a tired voided look in her eyes.

"Tiffany see what I mean?"

The woman in the plushie coat turns around and walks towards Klyde, her name in fact being Tiffany. She taps her fingers on the table as she walks up to him.

"Sooo, you're Klyde huh? What's with that hat of yours? Why is it split like that?"

He eyes drift upward as his pupils push his eyelids upward. Tapping his hat while pulling at the outer fabric of the hat exposing more of the inner light blue fabric.

"Oh this? It's my favorite cap, it was split open because of a hawk trying to protect it's nest while I was just walking past the tree it was in."

He took it off to reveal his fluffy black hair that had several streaks of gray that went from his right temple to behind his right ear. It wasn't a natural graying out either, it felt like it was on purpose like he was injured by a beast of some sort.

"What... Happened there?"

Tiffany reaches-

"I'd rather not talk about that... It's uh, not something the average human should experience..."

Tiffany lets the energy she was using to raise her arm go making her arm droop back to her side. Rolling her eyes she looks towards Mark, only to blink at him.

"It's best if you didn't try me either Tiffany, I know all about your doings... Besides if I'm right this is the first trial correct? The one I've been hearing oh so much about?"

Mark reaches out and taps the turtle that was back on the table.

"Now I've been giving my orders so I can't exactly say what's suppose to be happening, but I think the other two could figure it out on their own."

Dolly breaks away from the flow she was in while drawing to look up at the three of them with a small grunt. Klyde placing the hat back on his head looks at them as well with a small curious sigh.

"I'll give you two a hint that Tiffany would never bother giving, because she loves to play unfair by with holding proper information."

Tiffany's smile went from happy, to curious, to a down right disgusted frown as she knows what he means.

"Our goal is to leave this room as a group of three..."

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EP:01.11

"..."

Klyde's lower left eyelid was twitching... How long have they been here? Oh there she goes again, throwing her shoe at the turtle this time...

"..."

Mark's eyes were closed... She will die out of steam eventually, but I fear it won't be anytime soon... She's been at this for now what... 75 resets?

"..."

Dolly's face was scrunched beyond recognition... Why the fuck do they always have to ruin my drawing each time?! Why can't I just have one good damn drawing per day but nooo! There always have to be something suddenly appearing!

She then tries to fling her shoe, but it's already all the way on the other side of the room.

"Well, seems like you lot kept yourself occupied with this nifty little grant key of mine..."

The mysterious person arose from under the table, spreading open their right hand as they pick up the turtle from the floor. They were covered in plushies, like a plushie jacket that just fluffs up anytime they move.

"It's not every day I get to use Mr. Turtle like this, but you know anytime I can I will."

After they were finished with checking on Mr. Turtle they pat their knees and bounces into a standing position, their plush knitted aviator hat flopping around a bit.

"You... Were there the whole time? Just witnessing all of this?" The person in the plushie coat just turns to look at Mark with a big shit eating grin

"Yes that is correct, I wanted to see what kind of group this would be... BUT"

They trot on over towards Dolly reaching for them only to be smacked away with Dolly's Sketch Book.

"SHE wanted to keep causing a ruckus and abuse my poor little Mr. Turtle... How could you..."

Dolly seethes at the mysterious person

"What dear... You don't even have a grant key yet, but you want to say THAT book is your grant key? Please you put those books on the shelves when you're done with them right?"

They crept up closer to Dolly

"You draw on each page and when it's done the Book is placed on that shelf of yours yeah?"

They creep even closer while Mark and Klyde just observe the situation considering if they mess with Mr. Turtle again...

"I've seen these drawings Dolly! Don't you recall that little plushie you gotten before ha-"

Dolly just smacks the person with their book

"Bitch"

"Stop that shit, you're the one who invited me here bro, with you're weird ass plushies, don't try that shit with me, try it with Klyde he would bend like a spoon in a Louisiana spring day."

Klyde just looks around and then opens their mouth

"What's Louisiana?"

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EP:01.10

Klyde sits at the table looking around the rather droll rose pink room. Nothing really stands out to him... Not even the suddenly appear turtle plushie on the table.

"Wait..."

A suddenly appearing turtle plushie right in the middle of the table... Mark is looking at it as well with his brows now furrowed. The beady eyes of the said suddenly appearing turtle reflecting in his glasses.

"Nice turtle... Is it yours Mark?"

His furrowed brows now getting even more furrowed.

"No... I thought it was yours considering how silly it is..."

Both Mark and Klyde turn their heads to look at the now seething Dolly.

"Uh... You okay Dolly?"

Dolly closes her sketch pad and just FLINGS it at the Turtle plushie sending it flying off the table and into the far corner of the room.

"That lil fucker ruined by drawing!"

"You know you could of just... Ignored the turtle right? What if it just suddenly disappeared?"

Klyde looks towards the corner to see the turtle has in fact disappeared.

"Wait why are we just... Okay with this... Turtle on the..."

The turtle was back in the center of the table, with Dolly back in her chair drawing.

Klyde glances at Mark who was looking at the turtle again. Mark glancing back at Klyde who was back in their original sitting position.

"... Sigh ... Ok so... Since you and Dolly are new here, I might as well as let you know now-"

The plushie was knocked off the table again by Dolly's Sketch book.

Followed by Klyde turning to look at the empty corner.

"Deja Vu much?"

Klyde turns back around to see the plushie was back in the center of the table, with Dolly back in her chair drawing.

Klyde glances at Mark again, Mark glances at Klyde again.

"So-"

Mark reaches out and grabs Dolly's Sketch book before it even make it across the table.

"As I was saying"

Mark points at both Dolly and Klyde

"Don't mess with the plushie!"

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Intermission: Birthday Gift

I just wanted to start with, Happy Birthday Retto, one of my grandest friends that I am glad is doing alright!

Now then, for this, let's consider it a step away from the current story, and a preview into the future story, but not during the main arc, but during private times.

During an Autumn Saturday afternoon...

Click- Clock- Click-- Clock--

The seconds click and clock on by as Aldric is laying on his wood carved blue cushioned sofa, he was looking up at a book that was suspended by a blue quilted fabric. The fabric itself was actually in the form of a Scarf like hand, one that was as calm as a cat under the suns rays during golden hour.

"Hey, I think I'm good for now Tabs, this book is kind of getting on my nerves if I'm to be honest."

The book itself was rather rubbish, he had high high hopes for it but...

Tabs just slings the book at the book cabinet only knocking a few books over and some photos.

"Tabs, I didn't mean you could send it into the great beyond like that... Now look what you did."

Aldric sets himself up right on that fucking fancy ass couch, like how could he afford it? Oh wait right... This is Side-Dell we are talking about. Tabs fluffs up against Aldric's shoulder a bit shivering, causing some warmth on Aldric's shoulder.

"Tabs, it's fine, it's not like you did anything wrong. Just made a too soon assumption I think."

Aldric stands upright in his winter blue home clothes, basically being baggy plaid longue PJs, and a light breathable fabric long sleeve hoody. TABS was tucked into the hoody part behind him, acting like a cousin when he was laying down on the couch.

"Hey, aren't these photos of when you were giving to me by my Aunt? She always loved going by the name Aviator..."

He was more younger in the photo he has picked up. It was of him and this light dirty blonde haired women, she was very toothy in her smile. She actually had an Aviator type of outfit on as well, with the jean jacket and everything, hell even the cap to match.

"She said you were a family heirloom that I would pass down whenever I felt it was time... But only when it was time, because you've been passed down time to time each time."

Tabs nods in agreement, not like he was scared of the answer, it was true, he has been through multiple generations of the Himan family. Ranging from knights to indie pop sensation Apollo The Third. He didn't really enjoy that one... Too many gothic vibes ugh.

"This one is of us during your first visit to an actual water park!"

Again, the Himan family is really weird, none of them before Aldric has actually been to a water park either... So let's just say... I may have panicked a lot when Aldric tried to go for a swim or a slide. He said that his neck kind of hurt the next day.

"This one is of when we had our first sleep over with Paige and Diggory!"

Again, I panicked and almost when full feral on those two... Didn't realize other people could sleep in the same room as my familiar of the time. They all said their necks hurt the next day.

"Oh and this is of when we went to visit the graveyard when I had that uh... Emo Scene phase..."

HE STILL KEPT HIS HAIR KIND OF FLOOFY BECAUSE OF THAT! But let his natural dirty blonde hair color take over finally. Did I also mention that I freaked and almost knocked over a gravestone of some weird guy called grandgrandgrandcone?

"Great times huh?"

Aldric reaches up and hugs Tabs tightly, the quilted blue fabric changing it's thread count and formation to become a more softer fabric.

"Dunno when I'll have to pass you on to your next familiar but... I really enjoy how you enriched my life Tabs. Thank you."

Yeee, hope y'all enjoyed the lore drops and such, the main story will resume hopefully next month!

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EP:01.09

Oh hell no... They wanted to group me up with HIM? The one that was the bane of my existence as a part of the painful chain of recruitment?! They must have an out for me, something to that degree because I don't really enjoy complying with their ideals of "hospitality..."

"Hiii Mark! I'm surprised to see you here! Couldn't get enough of the Klydster huh?"

There he was again, with his shoes, those... Damn shoes... But something is different about Mark now... His outfit was the same but he seems to have an Arm band on now? It's not ARC 09 related either... It feels... Off. His slicked back hair it now a bit more fluffy and curly like he had to splash his face a couple times before even stepping foot on this floor... His glasses are a bit tinted now too a purplish hue? It kind of gleams pink if you tilt at the right angle.

"Hi Klyde... Yep, you're just one of those things that whenever you're around everyone seems to work harder..."

My eyes are so tired I couldn't tell what glasses I was grabbing before washing my face to keep myself awake... I had to grab my Grant Key from the lockers as well since that is something that HAS to be on person at all time for this specific department... Not that I wanted to give this department a shot... Well... Maybe I did, but I didn't want to end up teamed with this shit eating grinning annoyance...

"So that makes all three of us here huh?"

Both Klyde and Mark turn their gaze upon the third that was in the corner of the room... On a rather cozy looking bean bag, or was it memory foam?

"And you are?"

Mark quipped, forgetting which face he was suppose to put on... The inside feeling or the out side appearance.

"My name is the only thing that is concerning you right now? What about how you ruined my sketch? You've been sitting there like a stone for who knows how long... An hour maybe?"

It was rather true, the table was absolutely warm to the touch where Mark was originally resting his elbows while propping his head up with his hands in an ever so stern pose.

"Now now... That meeting of mine wasn't an hour long now was it? Haha... Heh... Hm..."

Klyde was sure it wasn't that long... Was it? Wait, what meeting is he even thinking about? It was... Yeah it was the meeting with Chadwell but... He doesn't recall what Chadwell even looks like...

"Now please go back to your original state so I can finishing drawing you..."

"I want a copy of this when you're done so I can set it as my profile picture"

"... Fine... But you'll have to buy me some coffee on the way out for today... And the name is Dolly"

Both Mark and Dolly nod at each other, now this Dolly... She had a rather cozy vibe to her... She had big bushy grayish brown hair, her bangs didn't cover much besides her eyebrows so one couldn't really tell her expression with eyes alone...

"Anyway you three, I will see myself out, I'm sure you all have a lot to discuss!"

Slurmp just slithers on out. Now back to Dolly, know how there's always that one girl with the outrageously large wooly sweater that looks every so comfortable? Well that's what Dolly is wearing, yep, the knitted forest green beanie, autumn brown glasses, autumn forest pattern sweater, dark brown yoga pants, and the slip on dress shoes that didn't even look like dress shoes, it's like a stuffed animal version of flip flops.

Mark resumed his position at the table once again, resting his head on his hands.

"Do I... Just stay out of view or..." "You can sit if you want, it wouldn't take long to draw you, the design is pretty simple enough." "Rude..."

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EP:01.08

NOTICE: All data-logs that have a depiction of one or more parties have been expunged from the records for the safety of those involved.

Klyde closes the door behind him, with what Chadwell said to him... He's sure he will be able to figure out what that actually meant.

"Excuse me! Are you Klyde? Chadwell sent me a message to guide you to your department introduction ceremony."

Klyde turns around only to see the big painting of a forest with a lake in the middle of it.

"Down here" Klyde then looks down to see a small figure with... Wait is that rat ears and a rat tail? Who is this little child, who hired them? Isn't this against Labor laws?

"I'm Slurmp, The Rat. NOT to be related to snitches or anything like that! But like the Zodiac rat! The KING of rats!"

He looked like a twink, a go-go dancer, he had dark unsaturated purple hair that was just so fluffy Klyde could just grab it... His rat ears seemed to have holes in them possible failed ear piercing attempts. He was wearing the same uniform that was ever so present when he was walking with Guy... But did he really need to cut his pants to make shorts???

"As I am Klyde... Uh, so how far will this walk be?" "Not that far, a couple turns here 'n there... And some stairs too." "Some... Stairs?"

"Yeah! You're on a higher floor, this is just the recruitment floor so everyone you see running around is just doing it to look busy since we don't get many recruits who actually pass the process for the day."

Slurmp proceeds to open into a narrow hallway that leads to a door that then leads to the stair well. Upon entering said stair well the surrounding environment dims. Revealing distant spirals that glowed a silver color.

"Don't worry about the sudden change, it's just a way for ARC 09 to make sure employees don't fall into a random and sudden despair because of the dull stairwell design. The ones in the distance like the one over there is other stairwells."

Klyde looks in the distance to see someone falling down a stair well. Only for his attention to instantly be grabbed by Slurmp as he led Klyde up the stairs.

If his attention wasn't constantly tugged at by Slurmp he would of noticed the glowing puff balls slowly rising to the imaginary roof. With a teal color rising from the bottom of the said stair well.

"Is this all a simulation? You know just to keep employees minds off the sad gray walls of the stairwell?" "Nope, it's all real"

Klyde stops for a bit to admire the- oh there goes his attention again pulled by Slurmp, The Rat once again, they finally exit the stairwell onto a floor that had a more of a pinkish tint to it than what the Recruitment floor had.

"This will be where you will start your career in Arc-09! The rest of your little newbie squad will be located in room... 404, hm... I mean I guess that room actually exists huh..."

Slurmp grabs for Klydes hand only to miss not once... Not twice... But on the third time he gives Klyde the death grip of a go-go dancer.

"... Mother"

Slurmp drags the now in pain Klyde through the pinkish hallways only to get lost, trying to find room 404... Some could swear it didn't exist at all until... They finally found it and upon opening the door...

"Oh Hi Mark!"

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EP:01.06

Took a couple more steps but here they were, right in front of Chadwell's office. The door was decorated to hell and back with multiple mementos...

"Are they like ya know, a crazy cat lady or something?"

Guy just looks up at Klyde, before slapping the back of Klydes leg forcing him to kneel down.

"Look at me, Chadwell is a nice man alright? He been through hell and back making sure people are put in the right departments in order to make sure everything runs smoo-"

Klyde just points at a picture on the door frame, it was a picture of a younger looking man with a puppy in hand. He was smiling a weak smile like one you would see on something who was given a huge task that they were uncertain about.

"Who's the puppy?"

Klyde proceeds to sit down on his heels as he turns to look at Guy while still pointing. It was as if they were invisible to everyone else around them. Maybe there were just more goal oriented and was aiming to accomplish what they had to do for the day.

"... Roscal... My best friend."

Klyde tilts his head a bit with a slight smile.

"I didn't know you had a dog" "We seriously JUST officially met a couple minutes ago!" "But I always went through your forced truth interviews..." "Does it look like I remember the name of everyone I met? I usually only meet them once and then they are gone, not like they would be interested in what the person on the other side of the counter has going on. Most of the times they wanna treat me like an obstacle or something" "Hmmm... I took you more as a puzzle to figure out."

Guy just squints at Klyde... Was he joking or...

"So when I go through this door, you think we will ever work with each other? Like co-workers or something?"

"Not very likely considering how I'm one of the many interro- interview rooms employees." "What if I come to visit?"

Guy felt something he usually don't feel, a kind of cold warmth not in his chest but near the bottom of his rib cage.

"...I don't see why not"

There was a buzzing suddenly emitting from Guys Shirt pocket. He reaches into the pocket to pull out his phone.

"Oh, I have to take this uh... If you do want to say get tips here and there... Feel free to visit me at any time yeah? I'm sure I could make some free time to help some co-workers out."

Klyde gets up from the floor and waves Guy off as he proceeds to skedaddle down the hall blending into the crowd. Now all that is left is to get assigned a department to further his career.

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EP:01.05

"Look... You obviously are now a part of ARC-09 and I'll see to it that you get paired up with some others that should work well with your grant key."

Klyde just looks down at Guy, with a hallowed out look.

"I uh... I don't... Have a grant key?"

Klyde just pulls out his ARC-09 Introduction manual that he made himself with doodles here and there.

"I just knew grant keys were going to be used for the latter part of the process cause of how I couldn't even say anything else while in that room."

Guy just looks at him, the air around them just plummeting in temperature as it slowly dawned on Guy.

"Then... How did you... Figure out how it worked?"

Klyde then pulls out his "Grant Key Theories" journal flipping through the pages.

"I kind of figured it was like a kind of gas the grant key itself was emitting... Even I don't know what form it took so it could of been anything. But as I began to think about it, it made me wonder... What if it was causing problems in my brain? Because if a grant key can change or even add new rules to the laws of reality then what says it couldn't just disable a part of my brain as well?"

Klyde and Guy walk slowly down a dimly lit forest green hallway, everyone around them was dressed in teal and gray colors... Most likely a business uniform requirement, maybe just for this floor alone?

"But then there is also the requirement of any grant key, it has to come into contact with the target or targets. So it had to be something that could physically affect my body. Gas? Soundwaves? Even light? It just kind of made me panic a bit, so I had a panic attack."

Guy clicks his tongue as Klyde continued to brainstorm theories about his own grant key.

"It's electric waves, my grant key affects electric waves."

Klyde stops in his tracks and looks down a Guy, then back to his journal, then back to guy... Then to the trash can.

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EP:01.04

"Well... That went better than expected... Except for the fact that..."

He glanced down at his new ID that is now a part of him as he finally got accepted into ARC-09...

"Why did he have to accept this time... I wasn't ready for the picture to be taken... Ah well, I already know why they have the hiring order so out of order... It's because of the next guy."

English or Spanish? Nah, yes or no. In order to enter the next and hopefully final phase of the interview process, Klyde has to go through this guy...

"Oooh, we finally meet once again... After what... 19 times? Well you already know the rules and I am pretty sure you finally know how this all works..."

Klyde took his seat right in front of the one... The only... Guy... He was actually of a slim build, small, weak, kind of sad really... But his Grant key... Oh yes I know I don't know much about these yet but... I feel like whatever it is, imposes new rules that over rides natural laws...

"Oh heeey guy, long time no see, lemme just take a deep breath and then we can begin!"

Guy narrows his eyes a bit as he studies Klydes gleeful face. Klyde actually tucking his fingers under the front of his seat squeezing the tips of his fingers between the seat and the chair frame.

"So I already know the rules here, yes or no only... As for the other stipulations require that I follow that rule alone, so I will now proceed to accept the following conditions starting in... One..."

Guy chuckles to himself a bit. After oh so many repeated attempts he is pretty sure what will come next...

"So... Is your name Klyde Chambers?"

Klyde grinds a bit, but biting his tongue while looking Guy right in the eyes. Taking a deep breather and breathing out a...

"Yes"

This is how the forced interrogation starts, simple questions, only for them to become a bit more embarrassing due to the grant key in Guys posession.

"Do you feel like this is not your final time going through this process?"

Very painful questions honestly....

"Yes..."

What does this guy even get out of this? A satisfaction that he doesn't get at home?

"Did Mark fail you again?"

Oh... What a plot twist...

"No"

What a plot twist indeed... Did he figure out how my grant key works? We all know that every single grant key has a weakness that always works with knowledge of it...

"He passed you???"

A grant key allows the holder a specific power... In this instance one that forces the target of said grant key... Or well in this case, victims of said grant key to always tell the truth if it's in a yes or no format...

"Yes"

An endless amount of theories could be preformed for how my grant key works... Smoke? Spores? some kind of substance that is emitted into the air that causes those who breath it in to submit to my will?

"Who would of guessed... So they will finally allow you into ARC-09 Eh? Did Mark look like he was going to make soon to be made decisions on his position at ARC-09?"

For the reason why the interview process was so out of order was because of this one thing... Would anyone be able to tell a lie if they were met with something they understood nothing about?

"Yes"

Klyde was taking breaths so deep but yet so quick that it was like a caffeine filled nurse trying to sow something together. Guy looks at Klyde... Trying to focus on his ever moving pupils.

"Maybe I'll recommend him something better... But for now, he actually passed you... If only my position had more power than that..."

Klyde was close to passing out but he slowly gave guy a nice ol smile...

"Why are you breathing so much? What you think that the grant key I have has some kind of truth powers?"

Klyde then chuckles weakly as he keep breathing so quickly...

"No"

Klyde was now laughing a bit, he finally figured it all out, he figured out Guys weakness.

"Well this is funny, if not then why are you doing that... Unless you're actually lying now"

Klyde keeps on smiling...

"Yes"

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EP:01.03

"It's not that I like to follow the rules it's more like... How do I put it..."

Here he is again, right in front of the person who kept denying his entry into ARC 09. He wasn't short, he wasn't even big, he was tall... But like built correctly tall... Klyde couldn't take his eyes off his goofy shoes though.

"You like to do by the rules that you see fit and ignore the other ones that don't help you personally advance"

Clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth, Klyde is met with the same retort yet again... But dude... His shoes, what is UP with them? The rest of his outfit was pretty nice though, all well kept together with someone exact angles... Buttoned down shirt- he usually wears a different pattern each day... Looks like he wanted to wear suspenders today too.

"Look I really want to pass you now because of your determination... But honestly, I worry about your future safety if this is what you're going to be bringing into ARC-09"

This was something new to him, this guy never budges but right now there is a crack in his defense.

"I'm sure I'll be fine! Look listen Mark, we both know this would be an amazing opportunity for the both of us, I get what I want... And you don't have to see my face here each week..."

Mark silently mulls it over, looking into the vast sea of knowledge he has collected thanks to Klyde seeing his face here each week trying to land a job here. The same Klyde that dared-

"By they way have you ever figured out your answer to my question about hot dogs technically being considered tacos?"

DARED ask such stupid low IQ leveled questions such as that... To be... Finally... Free from this plagued thorn in my side? To finally started each week not having to worry about when Klyde decides to make his impromptu entrances trying to curry favor...

"Because honestly I thought about it... It's like yes? But also no... Unless you like fold the bread in half? But then again they CUT down the middle of the loaf... So like... Could a Taco be a hotdog if you cut it right down the middle?"

Klyde suddenly got out of his chair, twirling his finger around on the tip of his lips... The room never felt quite like this, everything was dimming in Marks view, the lights became more blaring as he continues to delve deeper into his thoughts.

"Oh But what if you used two Taco shells and place the meat between them? Then wouldn't that mean that a Taco is considered a sandwich now? Oh I just have to go find out about this!"

Wait... I thought I had more time to think about this, you can't just... You can't just rush me like this, denying me the favor of savoring each nano second of a possible future of not having to deal with you ever again...

"Well I pretty much know what the answer will be again, "I'm sorry but you just don't fit the requirements as I see right now, please try again when you're more qualified" that kind of mumbo jumbo..."

F-Fine, you finally won, I don't think I can survive another fake as hell interview with someone like this... They got too chummy with me...

"I'll allow it..."

Klyde stops in his tracks, a grin creaking across his face, just out of Mark's view. He bit his tongue digging a bit into his taste buds.

"Are you sure about this? You know I was thinking about asking you out the next interview"

Klyde turns around with his face shifting to a more business concerned look. Only to be met with a gleeful glow he thought would of never existed before. An outreached branch of joy.

"Welcome to Arc 09 Klyde, looking forward to your advances in the truths of the universe."

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EP:01.01

“Yes… Yes? Yes! Yes That’s right, it’s on floor 50 am I correct? Ok so I-”

“Wait so I can just take the elevator now?”

He’s walking around again, slowly rotating his upper torso back and forth as his questions proceed to leak between his lips.

“So I’m supposed to meet- uh- Chadlin? ... In the office in say three hours? Oh I can absolutely do that!”

There he goes again, twirling a bit, quite happy with himself this time around.

“Oh Mr. Quaker! I finally did it! I did it!”

He lifted up a stuffed animal, one that resembles a duck. The feathers were all out of place, with some of them missing here and there. A rough life for Mr. Quacker it seems...

"I'll have to get some of my stuff ready, I don't really know how they do this whole "Grant Key" Business honestly..."

He proceeded around his studio apartment, grabbing various things from personal hygiene to personal drama makers. He pulled out some stuff from under his single twin sized bed frame...

"But I've heard so much about ARC 09 being a place to be if you want to find the truth about anything... Oh Mr. Quacker I'm sure I'll be able to make some friends there too!"

He grabs his double layered cap that splits at the upper front right down the middle, placing it over his shaggy hair proceeding to grab a couple more things...

"Speaking of that Grant Key business, what if they just like give them away? What if I could turn you into a grant key Mr. Quacker?"

Mr. Quacker just stares into the void, helpless to what comes next.

"Now let's see... I have..."

My Tailor made Handy Man Suit

My toothbrush

Journal to log everything I see, feel, hear, and taste. I will be excluding smells because I could never smell things very well

My other toothbrush

My personal hand made guide to ARC 09

My...

The list goes on and on... The world around him seems to fall still as he proceeds to list on the things he is going to bring with him...

23. Fanny Pack for snacks 24. My Journal for super secret lost logs 25. My...

He flips the page over to continue on. As the world around him ticks and tocks in rhythm of his endless listing.

99. My back up toothbrush incase the other one catches fire...

The snapping of fingers slowly creeps into his own little world as the finely set lines and dark colors begin to crack with each snap.

"Sir could you please stop listing all those things and look forward for your picture"

He clicks his tongue slightly on the roof of his mouth... Gazing at the one who just interrupted him. Looking up he realizes, he's at ARC 09 recruitment branch, but not soon enough because the very next nanosecond-

"... Can we take that again? I wasn't ready!" The lady in front of him that was typing away as his photo was being processed let's out a huff of shallow breath. "Mmm nope only one picture per I.D. but you can always edit using our photo station to the left over here."

Klyde's eyes darts around as he doesn't really like using technology... That much... Like at all... He crinkles the paper between his thumb and index finger with a bit of a teeth grind thrown into the mix.

"I er- had this kind of stuff happen before~ Don't worry I have my methods to fix this issue."

Off he goes... In the other direction, away from the photo station and directly towards his next step in the hiring process...