#𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 ( ic )

[anomalyfound]

❝ don’t try to hide your feelings from me. i know you. ❞

— Anti (👁)

Anti's voice startles Chase out of the trance that he's found himself in, having been staring blankly into the distance for several long minutes before the glitch had made itself known. He whips his head around to face him, fear flashing in his eyes momentarily before he squints at him, trying to ignore the way his heart pounds in his chest.

"Right. 'Cause you're in my head or whatever," Chase replies, doing his best to sound... well, not terrified, but the entity just seemed to invoke that kind of response in him.

Chase swallows thickly, then turns his head back around. He probably shouldn't turn his back to Anti. He doesn't trust it. He's got no idea what it could do to him.

"Get out of my head," he says after a moment, clearing his throat.

[anomalyfound]

there were light footsteps towards the other as it seemed the entity itself didn't take much to be quite silent with his movement. he stops just before the other and kneels down, " C̸h̷a̶s̶e̶.̵ ̷.̴ ̷" the other is greeted with pure white eyes that were far different compared to quite awhile ago if one could remember. " S̷e̷e̶m̸s̵ ̵w̶e̷'̷v̸e̸ ̸g̸o̷t̸ ̸p̶l̸e̶n̵t̷y̴ ̵t̴o̵ ̴t̶a̴l̶k̷ ̴a̵b̶o̷u̶t̵. " - From Anti ofc !

Scooting back against the wall seems to be Chase's only defense from his nightmare brought to life. His back hits the wall and he's brought back to reality, pure fear flashing in his eyes as he stares at Anti, breathing heavily.

"What— what do you want from me?" he manages, his voice cracking just a bit.

This is terrifying. Anti is right there, within arm's reach. Or, rather, Chase is within arm's reach.

[anomalyfound]

“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.” (Wilford, rosetintedgunman, in the Moonlight Roller bar :D )

At least IRIS let him use the bathroom. When he stepped out of said bathroom, though, Chase was suddenly greeted with a place that was... very much not his cell.

Still reeling from the confusion of suddenly being in a new place, Chase barely reacts when something is shoved into his hands, and he looks down to find it's a beverage. Alcoholic, by the looks of it. He flinches and finally looks up at the tall man in front of him with a very prominent moustache.

"Uh, I'm sorry, what the fuck?" he says. "This, uh, what. Where am I? Who are you? Why am I holding this? How did I get here?"

@rosetintedgunman

[anomalyfound]

“don’t just stand there, looking at me.” (Damien, blueheartedmayor)

"N— sorry, it's just."

Chase still doesn't stop staring at Damien, head tilted to the side, searching his face like he's looking for something. "Sorry, 's weird. Thought I recognized you for a second." A beat passes. Chase clears his throat, then holds one hand out to Damien for a handshake. it's a bit of a rough start, but maybe he can make the interaction a little less awkward for the both of them.

"I'm Chase. Sorry for the, uh, staring."

@blueheartedmayor