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DISC0RD - CRYPTID CASE STUDY | UPDATED

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Name: DISC0RD

Classification: Imaginary Friend

Personality: Helpful/Aloof/Chaotic Scared/Confused/Overprotective M0NST3R0US.

Strengths:

???

Weaknesses:

Flashlights

Celestial Bullets

SM0K3S RABID BL00D

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[This page, the second page of the entry, is ripped out. It's replaced with a different page that's been poorly taped in and is NOT in Joanne's handwriting.]

DISC0RD KILL3D 0N3 0F ITS KIDS AND IS A DANG3R T0 ITS FAMILY.

DISC0RD RIPP3D 0UT J0ANN3'S INT3STIN3S AND IS A DANG3R T0 ITS FAMILY.

DISC0RD ALM0ST ATTACK3D FR0ST AND IS A DANG3R T0 ITS FAMILY.

DISC0RD SH0ULD B3 PUT D0WN LIK3 TH3 D0G IT IS.

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*Tape begins*

[Violent coughing]

...Who the hell are you?

Who I am doesn't matter, dontc-...it doesn't matter.

TELL ME.

I CAN'T...Listen, Jackie-

How do you-

Jeez! You're nosy. Listen, Jackie...how much do you remember?

...About?

Your life before you woke up in bed a few weeks ago.

...I was a...baby sitter. For a set of twins and their albino English lop.

Do you remember who their mother is?

Some blonde...Josie? No-...Jo...something. She was married twice. Her first husband divorced her I think? And her second one died in a hunting accident...something about getting mauled by an elk? Second husband wasn't all that great if I remember correctly...and she liked books.

[BARK]

Shhh...are you gonna come out from behind that curtain or am I gonna have to swing this axe?!

...You don't wanna do that, Jackie.

Wha- OH MY GOD-...WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?!

[More violent coughing]

Believe you me, I looked better before...well...everything. More hair and teeth...less cracks in my face-

YOU'RE A FUCKING...GATOR CREATURE-

I know! You should be happy! Gators represent ancient wisdom and strength!

You look like you represent something that should be in a medical book! Like some limping medical-crime-committing doctor would have fun with!

D...did you just-...you know I could easily swallow you whole, right?

You don't even look like you can bite into an apple.

>:(

...Now I know why Jo likes you.

What?

Jo?

No, I know who Jo is! What are you?!

I'm an imaginary friend. An IF. The Romanians called us Zână, a type of fairy godmother that appears in fairytales. And so was that English lop the kids had. You remember DISC0RD as a small rabbit with big ears when in fact they're a large rabbit with big o-

[Cough]

Big ol' ears and antlers. And four eyes. And arms.

Jesus fuck.

No, I don't think He did. Anyway, to make a long story short, your memories were wiped and replaced. I summoned you here, left you breadcrumbs, dontcha-...I needed you here.

Why?

...Because I need help getting through The Wall. It's a nearly impenetrable force for creatures like me. Unless you can get in and temporarily knock out the guy who took over for Bifrons when he...well...imploded when Xia died.

Who did what when who died?

...I see I have more explaining to do than I thought.

[Even more violent, bronchial coughing]

*Tape ends*

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Michael: Stop moving, DIS. You'll make it worse.

DISC0RD: WHY IS J0 IN A CAG3?! WHY AM I IN A MUZZL3?!

[Terrified teapot whistling from a too small cat crate]

Michael: ...Safety precaution. Qui-

???: ORDER.

[The room quiets down.]

???: WE ARE HERE TODAY TO DISCUSS THE CHILDREN OF ABADDON AND JOANNE JANUS. CELESTIAL LAW PROHIBITS NEPHILIMS UNDER PRECAUTION OF DESTRUCTION OF UNIVERSES.

Abaddon: Shit-

???: THE TWO NEPHILIMS, TRINITY AND DAK-

Abaddon: At least get their name right! She has changed her name. Alaska Janus.

???: ...MY APOLOGIES. THE TWO NEPHILIMS, TRINITY AND ALASKA JANUS, HAVE EXISTED FOR 13 YEARS. FOR 13 YEARS THEY HAVE GONE UNDETECTED. JOANNE JANUS HAD SOLD HER SOUL TO BIFRONS IN ORDER TO HIDE THEIR IDENTITY AND KEEP THEM HIDDEN.

Jackie: HOLD ON-

???: CONTEMPT OF COURT.

Jackie: NO. LISTEN TO ME. YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE ALL LOVING CHRISTIAN GOD, CORRECT? IS THERE NO PARDON?!

GOD: THERE IS NO PARDON WHEN THE REST OF CREATION IS UNDER THREAT.

Jackie: AND YOU DON'T THINK THAT'S BEING BIAS?!

GOD: CONTEMPT. OF. COURT.

Jackie: THIS ISN'T EVEN A REAL COURT! IT'S NOT A FAIR TR- HEY! PUT ME DOWN! THAT'S MY FUCKING FAM-

GOD: AS I WAS SAYING. CELESTIAL LAW STATES THAT SHOULD A NEPHILIM BE BIRTHED, BOTH PARENTS AND CHILD SHALL HAVE THEIR LIFE FORCE TERMINATED.

DISC0RD: WHAT?!

GOD: ABADDON. I AM BEYOND DISAPPOINTED IN YOU. YOU AND THOSE INVOLVED WITH HARBORING THE NEPHILIMS WILL BE TERMINATED. JACKLYNN GROVE WILL HAVE HER MEMORIES OF THE CHILDREN WIPED.

Abaddon: Your honor, please. At least let Joanne, DISC0RD, and the teapot walk free.

GOD: UNDER WHAT CIRCUMSTANCE.

Abaddon: Someone will need to take my place as The Sin of Wrath. Joanne knows the most about my job and abilities, and she already has her own infernal magic from Bifrons. DISC0RD....DISC0RD had nothing to do with this.

GOD: THE RABBIT IS THE IMAGINARY FRIEND OF THE TWO CHILDREN. THEY ARE OVERPOWERED.

Abaddon: DISC0RD has several disabilities. They don't naturally have 5th Dimensional Sight, that watch in their forehead is an aid to help them teleport. It has a bad heart. Trinity had gifted them with a secondary heart to help, but once Trinity is gone they will go right back to having heart problems. Its movement is hindered from the bad leg.

GOD: AND WE HAVE NO PROOF OF THIS.

Abaddon: You are an omniscient being. You know almost everything about them.

GOD: YET I CANNOT PROVE IT.

Abaddon: You're the Christian God themself. How can you not prove it?!

GOD: ORDER.

Abaddon: My point is, if you let Joanne live, she'll need some sort of emotional support. DISC0RD knows her... better than I do.

GOD: AND YOU DO NOT BEG FOR THE LIFE OF YOUR CHILDREN?

Abaddon: Look at them. They're suffering under the effects of an entity you REFUSE to do anything about. At least if their life forces-

GOD: LIFE FORCE. THEY'RE LIFE FORCES HAVE COMBINED INTO ONE.

Abaddon: At least if their life force is terminated, they won't be in pain.

DISC0RD: Y0U'R3 G0ING T0 KILL MY FUCKING KIDS?! AFT3R I SP3NT S0 L0NG-

Michael: Hush, before They sedate you or change Their mind.

GOD: THEN IT IS DECIDED. ABADDON, TRINITY, AND ALASKA AWAIT TERMINATION. JOANNE JANUS WILL OVERTAKE THE SIN OF WRATH AFTER PROPER TRAINING AND REHABILITATION.

Joanne: *Unintelligible distorted noises*

GOD: DISC0RD AND THE TEAPOT WILL BE RETURNED BACK TO THE MORTAL REALM. JACKLYNN GROVE'S MEMORIES WILL BE WIPED AND THE RED DUCK DOG WILL BE RETURNED TO HER.

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[Teapot noises]

Thank you, Tea. Glad you found your way here. How'd you get here so fast?

[More teapot noises]

The bus? A Greyhound? Oh...you hid under...that makes sense. Smart little thing...Do you have the stuff?

[Affirmative teapot noises]

Ah, the Hellblade... I should be able to wound Joanne enough to bring her back, dontchaknow! I hope she can forgive me for this. What about the plants for the binding spell?

[More affirmative teapot noises]

Good. Good. You stay back, cover yourself in this muck to hide yourself. I'll be back, hopefully with Jo in tow. Oh! That rhy-

Who the fuck?!

Oh! You must be Jackie. I'm Jo's old imaginary friend from her youth. Trying to get her weak enough to bring her back.

...What is she, a Pokemon?

Well... that's a good way to put it. How'd you find us?

There was a storm, Duckie died for maybe 10 minutes before bouncing back, kids are missing, can't open doorways like Jo can. Decided to get The Apparition and travel back to our hometown after I caught a glimpse of a newspaper. Something seemed off... what's the plan?

We stab Jo with the Hellblade in an area where she'll get hurt but not die. Just need to weaken her. Then we do a binding spell. Hopefully we can get her back to that little pocket dimension and calm her down.

Sounds like a plan, but if you get me killed I'm coming back and haunting your ass.

Fair enough. To be fair, I don't know how she'll react to people she knows. Maybe this might go great, dontchaknow!

Or one of us dies...stay vigilant and on your feet... let's go kick Demonic Ass.

BORK!

[Weary Teapot Noises]

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A Clipping From a West Virginian Newspaper

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There have been reports of wild fires along the western region of West Virginia on top of the missing people cases.

Some of our citizens may know that there have been an alarming number of missing person cases popping up within the past week and some unfortunate hikers have found some of these people nailed to scorched trees with severe head trauma and missing spines.

They say the area smells like smoke and perfume and is covered with burnt claw marks embedded in the dirt and trees.

One of our residents, a self-proclaimed Cryptozoologist, one who studies cryptids such as Bigfoot and our own Mothman, has reported a large creature in the same area while on a camping trip.

"This... entity...it looked like a large human...but it's torso was detached at the hips. It's spine...it was just so long...and it's arms and legs and neck...it was all just spine. It carried with it this...cloak...I went to get a picture but by the time I got my camera it had tossed the cloak on and vanished in a cloud of black smoke. Then my asthma...I'm sorry, really, I wanted to get a picture or video but...I needed my inhaler" - Unnamed "Cryptozoologist", 36

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*Tape begins*

*Snarling and bones cracking*

*Someone's screaming and crying*

*There's the sound of something wet tearing and ripping, followed by a violent pop and more violent screaming*

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My fucking head-

Why is it storming so bad?

...Wait- KIDS!

*Violent coughing*

Fuck, my- that better fucking heal.

...Shit...oh, great, phone's smashed.

Why's the window smashed again??

...No...DAMMIT! SLENDERFUCK I'M GONNA RIP YOUR FUCKING TENTACLES OFF-

*Shuffling, it sounds like she's packing something.*

*Gun click*

Ugh...why did I agree to look after the kids all those years ago-...Duckie! Come!

BARK!

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Something's wrong- *Static*

The universe...it's wrong-

Abaddon?

I need to go back to Hell- *Static*

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HELLO? Is this thing on?

Eh, oh well!

Just figured I'd record something for Jo and anyone else who finds this. Obviously, I can't leave Chloe right now. But I guess I should keep everyone up to date!

Oh, let's see where do I begin?

Ah! Orion's been saying he's been having a lot of headaches lately. Says they started around mid-October. He asked me to check in with Jo back then, but then something else popped up.

Chloe's been trying to read Doctor Suess! She can read the word cat and hat. That's it, I'm afraid.

Let's not forget the massive storm that happened a few days ago! Knocked out our power! And then some cult-looking people were in town talking up a storm about something, dontchaknow!

Something about the "downfall" and how "the smoke has cleared." Apparently "the smoke has cleared" is a bad thing to them!

Orion grabbed Chloe and hauled his behind back home saying he had a "bad feeling" about them.

Hm...what else was I going to say...OH! Jo...I heard about what happened...I'm sorry you had to go through that. I have a story I wanted to tell you but I seem to have forgotten it!

Oh well, I'll send it to you when I can.

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*Tape Begins*

no!

WHAT JUST HAPPENED?

theeyejustexploded!

WHAT?!

ohmygodohmygodohmygod-

WAS THAT SMOKE WE HEARD?!

whofuckingelsecouldithavebeen?! fuck! weneedtog-

NUH UH!

nuhuh?! whatdoyoumeannuhuh?!

WE NEED TO HOLD DOWN FORT HERE! I HAVE A BAD FEELING-

*static*

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Stop that.

i'mnotdoinganything.

I am quite literally listening to you plotting. We heard what Mom said, she can't open a doorway right now and she's basically stuck.

whatifit'sdifferentforus?

And what if we get trapped?

butthere'ssomeonenew!

What?

icansenseit...bloodthirsty...

I'm just going to go ahead and repeat myself: What?

ithink...ithinkitmightbeavampire...orsomethingsimilar?

Oh jeez, if it's malicious and gets to Mom then we have to deal with Vampire!Mom again.

thankgodshedoesn'trememberthat.

*Both of them shudder*

We'd have to deal with hearing about the car.

it'dbelikethesummerhellhoundfiascoof2020again.

God, don't remind me of that year.

justbegladwedidn'thavetodecapitateherliketheothers.

I'm surprised vampires actually sparkle!

theydon't.

What?

theydon't. momandjackiefoundarecipeforedibleglittercocktailsthenightprior.

...Is that why sh-

yes. that'swhymommadethatgodawfulfudge.

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What are you doing? You've been quiet today.

...it'sfrost. disrippedouttheextraeyeigaveit. soiturneditintoabirdcreature. thatwayicankeepaneyeoneveryone.

So... you're stalking them?

iwannamakesurethey'realright. imean,frosthelpeduswhenyouhadthatconcussion. andtheysentusthatpieyesterday. thecuriousthingthough...frostdoesn'tmovethroughtime. ididn'tnoticeitbefore. that'swhyiwasconfusedwhendismemntionedit.

...Some sort of time being you think?

we'vemettimebeingsbefore. rememberangel?

Angel was an angel. Not a time being.

all10thdimensionalentitiesaretimebeings. butnotalltimebeingsare10dimensionalentities. idoubtfrostisatimebeing. probablyhassomethingtodowithslenderfuckorthehouse...heyifangelsare10thdimensional,doyouthinkwe're10thdimensional?

I don't know, but talking to you is causing my braincells to deteriorate and I'm lost.

yeah,soami.

We still have a frozen pizza in the freezer...

pizzaandmovienight?

Uh, duh?

*Abruptly waking up* Someone say pizza?

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Lessons in Becoming a Better IF: Lesson #1 - Teleportation

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The area around the jackalope creature is a dark void, Christmas lights illuminate the premises, yet they're untouchable no matter how close they look. Like a static background.

DISC0RD ruffles its fur as the swampy-looking entity appears in front of them, steadying herself on a wooden cane.

“Ah! DISC0RD! Ready for your first lesson?” She tilts her head, star-shaped tail slowly swishing back and forth.

DIS lets out a huff, “I RIPP3D 0UT MY 0NLY S0URC3 0F T3L3P0RTATI0N. PRAY T3LL, H0W AM I SUPP0S3D T0 T3L3P0RT N0W?”

There's a deep rumble from StarTail’s chest as she laughs, wiping away a non-existent tear. “Oh, dear, you have much to learn, dontchaknow! Have you ever read A Tinkle in Time?”

“...Y0U M3AN A WRINKL3 IN TIM3?”

“Yeah! That book!”

DIS pauses and lets out a small grin, “TH3 KIDS L0V3D TH3 B00K. I’D R3AD IT WITH TH3M ALL TH3 TIM3.”

StarTail hooks the cane on her arm and claps her claws together, “Wonderful! So surely you remember Mrs. Whatsit explaining what wrinkling is, right?”

DISC0RD wiggles a paw back and forth, “3H.”

“Oh, I’ll explain it!” Star grabs a skirt out of thin air, “I’ll explain it the same way she did. If there's an ant on this part of the skirt-” she points, “it would take entirely too long for the ant to get from this spot to the spot over there, dontchaknow!” She scrunches the skirt together, making two ruffles touch. “Now if the ant were to go over the skirt now, it would take no time at all to get from Point A to Point B! That's traveling through space and time, a short cut! That? Is wrinkling. There's other names for it of course: wrinkling, winking, teleporting, orbing…it really is just pseudo-time travel!”

DIS plops on the ground as she explains, “Y0U KN0W A L0T AB0UT SCI3NC3 F0R B3ING A SUP3RNATURAL 3NTITY.”

At this, Star playfully tilts her head, putting a hand on her chest confidently. “Well, science is the most basic form of magic! It’s rooted in everything around us! Any good entity has learned some for of science, and a good entity who utilizes teleportation knows the basics of time and space! Which includes dimensions!”

“0H! I KN0W A LITTL3 AB0UT TH3M. TH3R3'S…A F3W.”

Star laughs again, “As far as science and most entities knows, there's ten!” She sits down with DIS, “For every dimension, there is another attribute added on. You and your friends are use to the third dimension, which has three dimensions: height, length, and width.” She waves a claw and a blackboard appears, she begins scribbling down notes. “The fourth dimension adds time-”

DIS interrupts, “THAT’S WHAT I C0ULD S33 WITH MY 3Y3.”

“Then you know a little bit already! The fifth adds space. Which is what you’ll need to understand in order to teleport without that eye!”

The jackalope entity nods as Star explains how teleportation works. She spins on her heel, talking about concentration and visualizing the skirt (or even a string). Then, she paused, staring at DIS.

“My…you’re missing an ability!” Star gets up to DISC0RD’s face, grabbing its snoot, and pulling it down to eye level. “You're supposed to have fifth dimensional sight access anyway! I just realized you don't have it! We call that a disability, dontchaknow! It's fine, I’ll find you something that can help! Hm…” she waves a claw and enters into a door, motioning DIS to follow.

DIS follows, "D03S 3V3RY IMAGINARY FRI3ND HAV3 THIS SIGHT?"

"Usually, but sometimes one is created without it. This happens most often when the person that creates the Imaginary Friend isn't entirely human." She turns to DISC0RD. "It's neither your fault or their fault. Just something with the joy of creation!"

"Y3AH, BUT WHAT AB0UT 0TH3R DISABILIT3S? Y0U US3 A CAN3." DIS was right, Star had taken back to leaning on her cane as she traveled.

StarTail bumps her tail against DIS, "Some IFs, that's short for Imaginary Friend, dontchaknow, are deliberately created with pre-existing conditions. Sometimes it's because a kid has or is around someone with a similar disability!" She tapped her cane, "Jo and Orion's aunt had to use a cane because the muscle in her leg was deteriorating! I use it because my leg hurts in general...sometimes if there's multiple kids, an entity might have multiple disabilities."

They've left the void-pocket dimension, or at least that's what DIS thought. Star heads to a trunk in her swamp cottage and rummages through it.

“AHA! I knew I still had it!” She goes up to DISC0RD and hands it a prosthetic eye that looks like a watch face. “I collect little oddities here and there, including this little baby. Got it special from a demonic fellow that deals with doorways. Go ahead, try it!”

DIS takes the prosthetic and slips it into the socket, blinking a few times to let it settle.

“You won't be able to see out of it, but in a couple of days the clock will sink up to your consciousness and it will help you ‘wrinkle’ in time.”

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Ms. Jackie, look!

Huh? W-...where the fuck did this pie come from??

probablyfromfrost

Who??

Frost? I thought I told you about it! They're the medic out at the house.

Can we trust them? You only met them...what...last month?

Frost is fine, Jackie. She's no one to worry about.

...what flavor is the pie?

Good question.

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*There's the sound of two bodies hitting the ground*

Oh, motherfucker! My leg!

You okay, Mom??

Poor kid...oh, hey we're at that stretch of woods I was talking about...well, I guess we're staying here for a bit.

why?

Because if Evan doesn't remember us, I don't want him seeing you both and freaking out. I'll visit in a bit and see how things are...I need to visit anyway to get some painkillers from Frost.

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*Her voice is more hoarse than last time and it almost sounds like she's been drinking and crying. Her accent is thick.*

Hey, it's me again. Uh...I got thrown off of a cliff over the waterfall... Landed on my back pretty hard, now my hip's actin' up. Too young to experience sciatica, right?

*Awkward laughing*

I think I died again or blacked out or...somethin'.

I just kept seein' cult-lookin' shit in the abyss I was stuck in.

And there were eyes. Followin' me around everywhere.

...

And I saw Dakota.

God, Dakota.

Where do I begin?

Dakota was standin' in the center of a circle, starin' distantly at the ground in front of him.

He was missin' his arms below his elbows, lookin' like they were ripped off. And he wasn't bleedin' blood. It looked more like a thick, inky, black substance. The flesh of his cheeks was torn open and his jaw unhinged.

His eyes were sunken and dull, and his skin was a sickly pale, almost grey color. He had this...he had a fuckin' crown of nails diggin' into his skull.

Kids shoes and socks were missin' and he was standin' in a puddle of his own blo...ink...?

Kept sayin' "JOIN US, MOM. HE WILL PROTECT YOU."

I dunno what the other members of Observer's old group had to go through. If it was anythin' like this...I just got so much more respect for Thousand Eyes.

If not...what if it's because Dakota's a nephilim?

What if?

*She trails off and starts crying, which turns into sobbing. The sobbing eventually breaks off into the occasional cluster of hysterical laughter. This lasts for about 10 minutes before the tape cuts out in static*

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An Update From Dakota

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H̷̰͌Ẽ̸̜ ̸̣͋I̵͖͋S̴̤̒ ̶̦͝Ḧ̴̖́E̶͚̍R̸̲͘E̶̫͆.̵̪̍

Ṟ̵̌E̶̮̕J̸̲̋Ó̵̻I̶̮͑C̶͓̽E̶̟̊ ̴͇͐I̶͈̊N̷͜͝ ̴̢̊T̸͚̋H̵̢͒É̸͓ ̷̢̎L̶̤͒I̶̗͂G̵͝ͅḢ̵͖T̷̝͐ ̸̑͜O̶̮͒F̸͉͘ ̸̞̉Ṭ̴̋H̸̙͋Ẹ̷͠ ̶͖̚Ō̷̘Ṅ̶̪E̸͈̒ ̷͔͋O̵̠͐F̴̗̑ ̶̡͌M̸̬̅Å̸͜N̷̳͐Y̸̥̒ ̶͗ͅN̴̫̆Ă̷̺M̶͕͐Ḛ̸̆S̸̝̚

T̵̨́H̶̩͒Ȅ̷͙ ̴̻́A̵̘͝D̴̗̅M̴͙͑I̸͎͆N̸̡͠I̵̝͒Ṡ̴̼T̷̡̓Ȓ̴̟A̸̝͌T̸͓̽O̵̟̾R̵̜͘ ̴͔̔

T̴̙͝Ḩ̶̃E̵̘̎ ̵͙̒O̶͕̿P̶̼̀È̷̫R̵̻̔À̶̱T̷̏ͅÓ̵̟Ṟ̸̒

T̵͎͆H̸͈̕E̸͔͋ ̵̬̏Ȯ̵̮V̵̱̇E̷̻̿R̷̩̉S̸̗̋Ė̷͖E̷͕͑R̷̫͛

H̸̠͐E̵̙̓ ̴͚̕Ẁ̵̫H̸͐ͅO̶͇̊ ̴̖̚C̶̘͋O̶͙͊R̷̜̄Ṙ̷͇U̸̚͜P̶͍͌Ṯ̸̀S̴͙̾ ̸̖̉A̷̚͜N̶̝̈́G̷̲̑-̷͉̕

*SNAP!*

*SCREECH*

*STATIC*

H̴̟̔E̷̬̕ ̷̚ͅW̸͎͝H̶̤̓O̴͕̍ ̸͒ͅS̴̬͒A̷͍̕V̶̬̋E̵̲̓S̷͙̈́ ̴̮̍Ā̸̘N̸̩͋G̶͍͑E̸͎͠L̸̘͐S̷̞͆

*Gurgling*

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(Plain Text: REJOICE IN THE LIGHT OF THE ONE OF MANY NAMES. THE ADMINISTRATOR. THE OPERATOR. THE OVERSEER. HE WHO CORRUPTS ANG- HE WHO SAVES ANGELS.)