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{{ caroline's back.
February 7, 2026 at 8:36 PM
I gg et you there.
ew. i hate jeans. the texture of denim makes me wanna peel my skin off.
February 6, 2026 at 6:33 PM
S 0unds, stupid.

Wear jeans.
you don’t know either?
they are stockings that ya wear on yer legs. kinda look LIKE fish nets. the pattern and whatnot.
February 6, 2026 at 6:27 PM
O ut.

How?

Out in sp irit?

Or escaped fr om that BLASTE D facility?

{ William looked down at his son in a silent disgust. His skin, purple and rotted. Just like him. He'd always hated the boy, and the boy always mimicked him. Even unintentionally. }
--- he'll let it be rhetorical, for now.*

Out. Just like you asked me to.

*There was doubt in him, saying it, right now... he was mean to other people, for questioning his father, but when in front of him...*

I don't know if I was the one who caused... it to go down.

I lost my old lighter.
February 6, 2026 at 6:27 PM
B aH AAHAhaha.

Wh at. Are fishne ts?
February 6, 2026 at 6:24 PM
Wh o?
oh, bless his heart.
at least he’s cute.
February 6, 2026 at 6:19 PM
˹ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 ˼
February 6, 2026 at 5:50 PM
February 6, 2026 at 5:41 PM



𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔
𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 .


February 6, 2026 at 5:34 PM
I don't ca re about tha t BRAT. He should be to rmment ing you.

T urns out, it isn 't him.

T he re's 2 in th at suit.

Another o ne off my victims. A ngry one, at that. Very ang ry.

... Do t ell.

Eliz abeth. Is she --
*What could they do to stop it? They had toys on their persons, if that.*

*No, no, he doesn't want to... make himself feel small. He's alive, he's awake, he's... seeing this. For real. Not... nightmares.*

What is there to talk about? Is it Evan again? You wanna tell me to knock it off?
January 31, 2026 at 4:21 AM
A fi rre.

I'm ne arl y impp ressed.

{ The suit clicked and squelched as he moved. Every movement was agony to William -- but his showmanship persisted on, even as the suit decayed and he lacked an arm from the fire. }

We neve r got to... ta lk, "son".
You 're out .

You're ou t.

*Dad. Dad. Dad, there he was. The way he stood was the same, the way he carried himself. The /joy/ he could express.*

*The building had just burned down.*

*...Michael reaches into his pocket, fetching a lighter, but somewhere, in his head... he's seeking approval.*
January 31, 2026 at 4:07 AM
M iichh aeeelll .

Yo u've r return ed.
*Death. Was death speaking? Hard to distinguish.*

*He feels all his nerves tense up. The voice makes him want to go fetal, as an impulse, but he's had to... push that down, these past few... year.*

S . sSS top. T T alking to mee he-hee e..

*Dirty work do-er. Father's puppet. Lil William Jr.*
January 31, 2026 at 3:54 AM
M icha el . 𝙼𝚒𝚌 𝚑𝚊 𝚎𝚕.
January 31, 2026 at 3:50 AM
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⠀⠀Employees get free pizza.
January 31, 2026 at 2:52 AM
{ @waywardwarden.bsky.social }

{ The facility under the pizzeria was certainly ... creepy. In contrast to the area above, it was dark, cold. Confining. }

{ Still -- there was a job to do. Ingo came to an office. A surprisingly cozy little space, with powered doors and a facility-wide camera - }
January 22, 2026 at 11:45 AM