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Heartache - Toby Fox

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Mint went flying, forced off his feet and into the snow and ice by the Galarian Articuno, the very legend he’d been seeking before sinking into the pit of his own memory. Pain rippled through him as he tried to get back up. His partner fired an immediate TECHNO BLAST before moving between the Cruel pokemon and its trainer. It does nothing, battered away by the slap of a wing. Vaguely, the frenzied beeping of his handheld helped ground him. His mission- he’d been- He’d been chasing the Galarian bird. He needed to recover quickly. As his Genesect fended it off, Mint tried to reorient himself. The UI of his helmet blinks in dizzying colors but he finally focused on the bird as it stared him down, ready to kill him. . Hesitation? No, something else. [break][break]

His Genesect blinked, beeping a warning before firing off another TECHNO BLAST as the legendary bird leaned closer. Without even a shriek of disgust, the psychic type sent back a barrage of feathers that pierce and even lids through the robotic insect as it tried in vain to protect its trainer. [break][break]

“Shit!” He doesn't even try to get up with no cover to run to, putting his trust in his partner’s strength. When he looks back up at the short circuiting bug and then up at the Galarian Articuno that loomed over him, it’s very clear he should be dead. That bird had sent a warning and Mint called back his partner closer to keep it from attacking again. With a blustery force the Galarian Articuno summoned a howling wind, blasting them towards the pair before it took off into the Giant Chasm. He shook his head, calling to Genesect as it ran checks on itself, damaged but still managing to function. [break][break]

They needed to get moving again or else they’d lose sight of their bird. He couldn’t afford to let himself get distracted. Those visions- whatever they were trying to dig up needed to stay buried. He couldn’t lose himself when Rocket was on the brink of capturing a big game. And worse, he hadn’t even noticed the Galarian Articuno before it’d smacked him into the snow, just a few feet away from the Giant Chasm’ opening. [break][break]

He blinked away the couple of tears that had welled up in his eyes. If it was all from the legendary, then why did his cheek hurt? He considered pulling off his helmet, just to use the snow to soothe it. As his Genessect took point, keyed in on the Articuno’s signature. Mint reached to unlatch his helmet only to freeze as he heard those familiar voice speaking in tones so saccharinely sarcastic. [break][break]

[attr="class","gscnote"] LUCIANO 🎨: [break][break]

Crying again, fratellino?

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The vision appeared so easily in the storm. Mint hoped to blink and he’d go away. But it’s not that easy. A sentiment his brother seemed to echo. Along with the others his presence summoned. It’s hard to keep it straight. He’d seen luciano fisk, knew he lived in Hoenn and presented exhibits in Lilycove. So logically, he shouldn’t be here. But his stare scrambles his mind, forces him into fight or flight. [break][break]

[attr="class","gscnote"] CIPRINA 🎭: [break][break]

You haven't changed at all, Micha. Not really.

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[attr="class","gscnote"] NEREZZA 🩰: [break][break]

Like Luciano said, always fucking running.

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Ciprina was a vision, much like Luci, of beautiful cruelty. No warmth left in her eyes, not even her illustrious acting could hold this disgust of hers back. Nerezza stalked forward, the snow doing nothing to hold back the primadonna. She moved like it was all mist. Ciprina looked down at his hands pointedly, which made Mint flinch back. [break][break]

[attr="class","gscnote"] NEON ☢️: [break][break]

Leave! Nobody asked you to be here. Any of you!

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After all, hadn’t he discarded that life? And hadn’t they all celebrated him more in death? It’s been years. Nearly a decade since all of that. And they still came back to haunt him like the parasitic wraiths they were. Encroaching slowly but surely on Hoenn even with its constant turmoil. Like Luci, who he couldn’t trust to not reveal to Noemi where he was. Or Ciprina Fisk, who might coax out too much truth out of him just for ammunition for the matriarch. They had loved him once, but he had betrayed them with his deaths. He couldn’t expect they’d keep quiet if he confirmed their existence to them. [break][break]

[attr="class","gscnote"] THE MATRIARCH 🏔️: [break][break]

Michaelis, even after all this time you are still so disappointingly disheveled. Have I taught you nothing?

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Noemi Fisk, the bitch herself, only dared grace a land of pure ice and wind. How fitting. He snarled defensively, the expression on his LED plate shifting as best it could to emulate the seething anger beneath. The shaking in his body from panic is just barely concealed. It’s hard to remember they aren’t real when the voices get louder and their visages become clearer. His family cornered him with their endless reprimands, their lips curled down in disdain, sharp eyes, and an aloof demeanor. They cared only enough to hurt him, because he had betrayed them. Because he hadn’t been up to par. [break][break]

[attr="class","gscnote"] NOEMI 🏔️: [break][break]

You ungrateful child. Maybe this time you’ll do something right.

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[attr="class","gscnote"] LUCIANO 🎨: [break][break]

Remember to land at the exact 56 degree angle to make sure your neck snaps correctly.

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[attr="class","gscnote"] CIPRINA 🎭: [break][break]

Gods forbid, you make us listen to your death throws a third time.

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He’s about to bite back response when- [break][break]

[attr="class","gscnote"] SILVANO ✒️: [break][break]

. . .

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A perfectly, beautifully manicured, surprisingly lacking in wrinkle hand comes to gently rest on the boy's head. The Seventh child took his place at the right of his the Mother. She carefully stroked pale, almost white locks with a type of care he’s never witnessed yourself. For a moment, Mint’s jaw hangs open and his eyes wide in surprise. Any fiery retort extinguished by the simplest of actions. His chest, despite all these years of contempt, ached. He didn't see Nerezza on him until Silvano looked her way. His sister, her expression twisted in disgust, shoved him over the cliff’s edge. And Mint was so surprised he forgot to scream. [break][break]

[attr="class","gscnote"] SILVANO ✒️: [break][break]

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[attr="class","gscnote"] NEON ☢️: [break][break]

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Heartache - Toby Fox

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He fell over, tasting the iron of his bleeding cheek. Michaelis craned his neck upwards, where a cold fury remained, still visible in her burning stare and tensed muscles. [break][break]

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Michaelis! Learn to control yourself, you ingrate.

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Her voice is louder, raising just a decibel higher. It’s all she would allow herself before she tightened the reigns on her anger and let out a slow breath. She takes a step forward and the boy scurried back, holding his swelling cheek, shaking his head in silent protest. His cheek is still sticky with tears that won’t stop coming, but he is silent. Even his shaky breaths are shortened into silence. [break][break]

And she waited, mood soured by his act of rebellion. Michaelis only moved to get her to leave. He rushed over to the wall, plucking another prepped canvas to work on. As he turned his entire focus on procuring something else she left. The clacking of her heels echoed in the solarium that made up his little studio. He’s too scared to watch her go, both begging silently for her to leave and quietly screaming she doesn’t go. In the end, all that buzzing frustration goes nowhere. Michaelis Fisk curls into himself, smothering it all back down somewhere he can deal with it later, when appropriate. Whenever that may come. [break][break]

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It’s strange. You feel his fear, his panic. You are both watching and living. Revisiting the memory from many angles and suffering from the overwhelming depth of emotion you had been happy to forget. [break][break]

It feels like your lake of calm has been disturbed by a passing storm. And what was once pristine, practically see-through water, is now all muddy and dark. The indictment trapped and still at the bottom was all shaken up. It’s blurring everything. [break][break]

You’re crying again. Even when she told you to stop. Even now, feeling all this again. It’s pathetic. How long had you worked to get away from this? [break][break]

How much effort had you made fern delaney waste on this? To just be incomplete in the very end? Breaking under the pressure of a life you say you’ve killed? [break][break][break][break][break][break][break][break]

P̸̢̮̟̱͓̬̖̰̪͚̺͇͈͑͝ ̸̨͕̺͕͕̟̰̘̦̭̲͔̘͇͓͛͆̓̊̈́̋̐̒͑̿̓̈́̃͝ ̵̡̡͙̗̥͙̞̤̗̜̦̳͙̬̜̀́͛̋̃̍̓̿̈̄̈́͋̈́͊̆͛͜͝ͅa̸̝͍͇͙͖̻̜͚̘͈̹͎̹͍̒̆̓̽̿̎̈́̌̉̄̚͜ͅ ̸͕̙̮͈̖̯͗̎̈́͐͑͒̌̆̂͝͝ ̶̡̢̦̞̠̫̜̗̝͚̳̮̻̀̄͝t̵̨̛̹͓̰̙̥͙̭̩̝̯̼͇͕̱̍̃̉͘̕ ̸̢͎̯͖̭̍̏͑̕͜ ̸̨̔̏̈́̾̽̿̈̐̀͑̒̅̇̒̕͝͝ḩ̴͔͎̮͙̲͈͉̗͙̣̒͂̇ ̸͙͎͙͓̖͙̗̯̦̟͈̙̙͙͓̙̈́͝ ̶̪̗̙͂̿̈́͋͛̐͛̅̈́̐͐͘ę̴̳̞̬͔̼̪͇̣̰̱̲̗̠͑͂ ̵̢̧̠̮̹̖̃̐̈̔͛̓́̿̕͘ ̸̢̛͇̏̈́͝͝͝t̶̡̘͍͈̙͍̦͔̱͙͚̘͔͆̿̈̂́͑̈̓̽̊̃̿́̚ ̸̢͇͚͚͖͈̳̠̘̗̝̗̫̠̘̹͐̆̀̐̌͂̊́͑́̄̅͘͝ ̵̡͖͕̰̩̣̼̯̦̺̹͉̎̐͋̈͝į̷̩̝͍͚͔͔̹̳̳̤̹̝̰͚͍̘͋̈́̂͑̒̿̇͐̇͒̈́̾̚͝ ̶͔̀ ̸̨̢̤̺̼̫͍͇̹͇͈͖̰̤̙͐͐͘c̵̺͓͉̟̝̲̩͇̞͎̅̽̇͂͘ ̵̡̧͎̩̜͖̩͑̌̓̄̆̓̉̾͋̈́͒͒̚͜͠

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You're wasting people’s efforts on you again, Mint. You haven’t earned your place yet, Mint. What would jayden cross think of you? Even worse, what would fern delaney think? [break][break]

[attr="class","gscnote"] @ BRYAN 🐺: [break][break]

You new beast’s are soft.

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A new pain pulses through your body as you’re moved before gaping as you begin to process a strange, rapid beeping inches above you. [break][break]

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Heartache - Toby Fox

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He wakes up to his Genesect’s beeping, transmitting a report on him before Mint can stop him. “I’m good, I’m good. We’re moving.” he said, going to his feet and wincing when he moved a little too quickly. His partner is silent, blinking obediently even as the Beast faltered and leaned on the robot. Mint steadied his feet, blinked the spots out his eyes and slowly moved one arm off the mechanical beetle to check his body. Nothing felt wet. Nothing hurt too severely. He prodded at his chest and checked his body for possible sprains or fractures. He hurt but it's not nearly enough to convince him anything had broken. [break][break]

Good. He sighed in relief only to refocus. He thought he heard the legend cry out in the distance. But it’s covered up by indistinguishable whispering. He lets go of his Genesect forging ahead, breaking into the lower level of the Great Chasm. The humidity weighs down everything, and as he crossed the threshold he felt his back begin to sweat. [break][break]

It’s a little louder down there than up in the snow. Distant cries of pokemon, water dripping or rushing, and even the breeze shifting through trees and underbrush offer a cacophony of noise Mint is relieved to hear. Anything to tune out the whispers. But even when he retreated into nature, searching adamantly for a sign of the Galarian bird, they got louder and louder. Even the incessant beeping of his handheld, now out to help narrow down where the bird was, couldn’t help. [break][break]

‘The Fisks debuted an 8 year old’ [break]
‘Of course they did, Noemi’s MO is gimmicks’

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Mint dropped further, careful to hop over roots and continuing down the fastest path into the deep gorge. His breathing picks up and he skids down rocky paths, kicking up rocks and stray pieces of tera crystal. His Genesect kicks up speed before eventually taking and hovering after their trainer. Occasionally it moved to attack something but when Mint followed all he saw was nothing. Genesect attacks things in the shadows, hidden and obliterated right before he can see. But as he runs, he catches sight of one lone eye that opened from the darkness and stares into him. [break][break]

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‘This kid worked alongside master impressionist, Diego Saud and still got center page coverage’ [break]
‘Wasn’t it meant to be a three-way collaboration?’ [break]
‘Yes, but Leanne Belcher resigned halfway when the Fisk was given more canvas pace, or so they say.’

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He felt a sudden chill as slowly the whisper converged into discernable dialogue, all echoing and repeating, speaking to each other and bringing up decades old gossip. The stare of a crowd that began to follow him, eyes opening from any discernible shadow in his path. It’s getting worse, he realized as he moved lower into the chasm, trailing into the cave system and into Area Zero. His breathing hitches, and he can barely hear his Genesect over the crowd bouncing off each other. [break][break]

‘You know the Fisk matriarch, anything to pull the spotlight towards her brood.’ [break]
‘Is she still having children?? At her age?’

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‘The Fisks debuted an 8 year old’ ‘Of course they did, Noemi’s MO is gimmicks’ ‘This kid worked alongside master impressionist, Diego Saud and still got center page coverage’ ‘Wasn’t it meant to be a three-way collaboration?’ ‘Yes, but Leanne Belcher resigned halfway when the Fisk was given more canvas pace, or so they say.’ ‘You know the Fisk matriarch, anything to pull the spotlight towards her brood.’ ‘Is she still having children?? At her age?’ ‘Have you heard the surrogate rumors?’ ‘Antain may leave her for one of them.’ ‘Some of them may not even be related.’ ‘So she’s covering up this possible scandal with a rushed debut-?!’‘The Fisks debuted an 8 year old’ ‘Of course they did, Noemi’s MO is gimmicks’ ‘This kid worked alongside master impressionist, Diego Saud and still got center page coverage’ ‘Wasn’t it meant to be a three-way collaboration?’ ‘Yes, but Leanne Belcher resigned halfway when the Fisk was given more canvas pace, or so they say.’ ‘You know the Fisk matriarch, anything to pull the spotlight towards her brood.’ ‘Is she still having children?? At her age?’ ‘Have you heard the surrogate rumors?’ ‘Antain may leave her for one of them.’ ‘Some of them may not even be related.’ ‘So she’s covering up this possible scandal with a rushed debut-?!’‘The Fisks debuted an 8 year old’ ‘Of course they did, Noemi’s MO is gimmicks’ ‘This kid worked alongside master impressionist, Diego Saud and still got center page coverage’ ‘Wasn’t it meant to be a three-way collaboration?’ ‘Yes, but Leanne Belcher resigned halfway when the Fisk was given more canvas pace, or so they say.’ ‘You know the Fisk matriarch, anything to pull the spotlight towards her brood.’ ‘Is she still having children?? At her age?’ ‘Have you heard the surrogate rumors?’ ‘Antain may leave her for one of them.’ ‘Some of them may not even be related.’ ‘So she’s covering up this possible scandal with a rushed debut-?!’Ť̷̛̗̞̝͖̃̆ȟ̶̡̥̩͐͠ȅ̷̡̨̛̥͕̻͖̜̳̅͠͠ ̴̝̿F̸̨̾̓̕i̵̛͓̹̰̫̩̳̝̚͝ș̷̯̩̔̍̀́̔̿̂k̷̟͈͖̭̪̺̬̾̆́͊s̸̝̭͂͜ ̸̲͈̖̞̂̊̆d̶̛͔͓̪̲̝́́͂̓̚ͅȩ̶̫̘̻͙͆̏̿͊͜b̸̧̳̳̩̖͕̓͊̊̊̈́ư̵͔͔̔̒͊̿̓t̸̨̤͓̤̥̺͈͙̄̓ę̴̛̤̞̞̪̱͉̐̔͒͜d̴̬̗̝̔ ̴̻̊̓̂̄̿̂͂͒à̷̯̘̊͝n̷̡̪̞̹̫͔͓̉͑̉̚͝͠ ̴̧̣̟̗̠̉̈̒̆͗̃̄͠ͅ8̴͎͍͋̊̐̔͆̾̾ ̸̢̻͉̹͂̈̇̑͌͝ȳ̷̢͈͋̍̅̂̌͘e̸̡̫̻͙͈̬̮̔̑̆ạ̴̧̺̦̪̟̱͒̌̓̀r̵̝̰̙̩̱̣̘̞̋̽̐̆͂̂ ̸̝̲̃o̷̧̝̼͌̍̀l̸͔̳̳̙̩̥͈̆̈́̇d̶̨̻̜̗̥̑̈́̃̈͆̎̓̃͜’̷͖̋͑̄͛ ̵̮͈̤͐̌͊͆́̚‘̵͈͙̀̆̓̂̂̅̌Ợ̵̯̹̙̫͖͐́̀̅͘͜͝f̵̦͓͚͍̚ ̸̨̛͕̹̲͍̆͊̈́̕̕c̵̛̟̹̼̺̈́̀̌͝ỏ̸̠̞̫̰̀̽͐̅͑͝ͅu̵̺̮̺͑̏́r̷̨̨̲͇̦̹̘͒̀͌̈͜s̴̢̼͎̥̫̠͊͘e̶̖̘̩͓̞̱͌̾͐̂͐͑͝ ̸͖͍͕̿́̀̍̈́͘t̷̨̝̤͖͓͇̹͉̃̾̐̏̇̽̿̃h̸̠̮̥̦͍̳͖̭̓̄̄͂͒͒̓e̷͚̥̓̍̎̽͘ỳ̴͓̘͉̖̙͔̝͋ ̴͔̺͉͇̃̀̃̅͠͠d̷̗̬̊͋͐͋̒î̷̢͔̲̱͙̘̝̞͊͆̎̆̚͝d̴̨̡͎̏́͒̿̋̿͊,̷̹̜͕̜̤͑̍̍̂͗̈́̚ ̴̛̙̏̇̓N̴͎͎̪̞͑ǫ̸̧̨̻̞̭̲̲͌̇̿̌e̴̪͈͎̫̦͖̍̓̑͛͌̀͛̂m̸̱̰̑͜į̴͙̟͓̖̣͍̯̌̀’̷͍̥͎͗̅̃̿̐̇̚s̸̛̝͇̏͆͒̾͊͆ ̶̺̻͓̣͋M̵̮̫̆̆͊̾̄͑̕Ơ̶̯̲͉̔͐ ̷̧͇͇̓ĭ̵̯̯̩̹̟̠̯͒̽͒͒̚͝ͅs̷͍̯͙̰̖͑͊̏̓͆͋͝ ̵̭̩̠̙̒̀̄ğ̶̠̼͓̺̳͇̤ì̶̥̤̪̬̮̰̍̋̆͝m̴̢̥̳̟̞̅̉̂̆̏̇̎m̵̮̦͓̲̮͉̗͕̐̂̈̒̎i̷͋͝ͅc̶̻͖͎̳̳̤̒̀̓͂̌̈͌ḱ̶̛̭̿̉͂̀̿͘s̷̨̰͉͉͓̯͙̠͗̌̂̆’̶͙̻̱̲̖̳̙͆͒̉̆͑ ̴̨̜̲̺̬̦͓̔́‘̸̡̺̦̙̰̝̥͋̍͋̉Ț̵̢̨͔͖̲͚̲̾̋h̴̋͆̑̉̄̆́ͅỉ̶͈̘̭̼̦͆s̴͓̝͘͜ ̷̢͓̝̣̟̹͈̫̐͗͂͐̏̿̕k̶̙̑̎͒į̶̝͍͖͚̳̿͌̊́͗̃d̵̢̯̫̎̉̈́̍́̈ ̴̡̺̖̘̪͖̤́̂̊̆̚w̸̱̪̩̝͛͒̅͝ő̸̭̗̺͎̜̅̌r̴̡͓͔̯͚̝͋̀̑̋̌k̸͖̰͑́̅͐̚͘͝ͅe̶̦͍͂̊̇̎d̶͇̈́͆̈́͑͆̆̾̂ ̶̧͐̚a̸͍̐́́̋̊͗̀̓l̸̫̟̯̈́͑͂͆̇̊͠ö̸̞͖̹̮̮͍́͠ͅn̶̝͙̬̭͑̈́͐͂̅̈͜ġ̸̤̫̱̤̹̕͜s̸̻͓̣͚͌͋ḭ̶̘̟̓̎̃̌́̿d̴̙̑̈́̑ę̴̛̤͉̗̣̱̤̌̆̒͝͝ ̷̢̧̝̰̻̉̄ͅm̸̪̒̊à̶̺̪̫̎̉̕s̴̛͇͓͎͍̠͕̟̙͛̓̎̇t̷̖̫͉̳̞̯̗͍͂̽̌̇̌ë̷̡͚̱́͛̇̀̒͐͘͝ŗ̸͍̑̊̐̄̕ ̶̲̊ì̵̢͖̲̤̼̋͊m̶͙̩̮̜̜̦͆p̴̫̎̊͆́r̶̛̻̠͛̅ͅe̸̛̱̎̆́̄͝ṣ̵͖̗͚̒̐̌̓̒̎̕s̷̖̝̟͎̃͐͆ͅị̵̹̭͂̒̈͝o̵͇͖̞͇̟̍̄ͅń̶͔͚̬̙͍͔͋̾̊ì̴̛̙́̂͝s̸͖̝͎̳͉̥̈́͘͘t̷̟̊͝ͅ,̶̢̨̬̰̮͇̦̭̀̀́̐̾̽͘ ̵̳̦̓̑͐̎̽͆̕̚D̸̨̮͍̥̔̉i̶͍̞̮̗̫̯̚̕ê̵͍̱̺͕͙̣̰̓g̵̖̗͚͉̰̐͒͠ȏ̴͕͔̊͒́ ̸̧̨͍̑͒́͊̂̏̚͘Ș̴̘̞̑̓̈́̈́̓̌͠͝ą̵̬̟̘͐ͅų̴̣͙̹́̎͂̇̃͘d̵̙̲̰̱̈́̉̈́ ̶̱͖̳͖̳͙̒a̵̠̫̘͆̕͜ǹ̶̢͖͈̩̌ḑ̴̟̠̹̲̿̌́̅͐̋̚͝ ̴͍͍̆̔̀̕͘[̶̪̂̈́̆͒̅͋͗ḯ̴͎̖͛̓̓]̴͓̙̣̪̈́̈s̶̱̦͎̑́̑̕t̴̢̯͈̣̲̝̗̄i̸̛̝͕̫̞͇͍͓͖l̸̔͐̋̊͜l̵̘̗̗͗͆̊[̸̗̾̌̒̀̑͑̀/̸̮̩̳̦̈́̔͐̿͝į̴̻̞̾̋̅̒̈́͘]̸̹͇̥̫͆̉̋̕͠ ̷̗̀̀̈͛̽͠g̴̡̡̭̲̳̪͇͓̐͛̌̂͘o̷͍͓̼͖͚̫͔͋̀̽͊́͝t̸̫̦͉̳̥͌ ̵͖̫̭̲̊̿̎̑̿̃̀c̴͎͊̅́̑e̸̯͖̾̃͌̊̐̋̕n̷̺̩͕̞̝̈̀͂t̴̲̣̪͔̼̺͙̉̾̔̈́͌̂̿͜è̴̡̙͍̮̂̌̎ŕ̸̥͛ ̴̧̢̨̞̰̳̙̝͂́̔̒̈͂̓p̸̧̤̰̮̟̪̳̪̐̿̔͌͌͘͘͝a̸͇̓̿̽g̴͇̩͛͊̄e̴̫͖͙̹̠̓̿̈́̕͝ ̴͎͓̥̤̪̏̒̊̚c̵͈̞̈́̈́̃̇̌͊ơ̸̺̝̒v̷̡͚̞̟͍͎̯͖̂́̾̚̕̕͠ẹ̴̝͕̣̱͖͚͂̈́̔̋r̴̨̖͕̰͔̤̣̞̃̑͘̕ā̵̝͓̺͉̹͈̱̖̃͆̓̄g̵͚̺̠̥̱͓̹̍́͘è̶̻̊̕’̴̢̓͆͝ ̴͖̜̤̯̯̤̈́̔̋͝‘̸̨̛̯͕̇͊̓̑͗̚͘Ẅ̵̢̖͙̳̃͛̇͋̕̕̕ǎ̶̘̥̹̳̐s̸̖̳͉̈́̄̆̍̊͘n̷̟͙̱̄̽̅͒͗̑̍’̷̧̳̄̋ͅt̶͍̼̺̆̄ ̴̧̹̩̅͋̋į̵̖͗͑̔͘͠t̸̞̱̣̼̪̙̗̜̓͑ ̵̘̩͉̮̥͇̮̊̓́͐̈́͗ṁ̷̥̹̲̅̚ē̸̬͒͛ą̶̗͉̻̗̩̠̦̐͌n̸̡̳̟̮̈͊̆̑͗̆̓͜͠ẗ̶͇̘̹̝̰̗́̄͒̈́̆̆̕͘ ̴̪͉̻̦̅̂̋̅̋ͅt̴̳̼͓̫͆̈́͐͐͋̎̚o̸̧̘̻͔͐̉̓̋͘ ̴̧̨̙̣̙̘̲̓͊͜͝b̴͚̤͔͓͙̱̾̄͋̿̏̚͜é̴̙̥͚̽̆̅̉̊ ̶͙̲͑̆̇́̊ą̶̩̫̀ ̴̺͎̤͖̥͐̾̅͑͝ť̷͔̦͖͎̲͓̇̂̑̔̓ͅh̸̞̘̭̜͍̃͠͝ͅr̷͈̫͖̻̬̐͐̔̀̑͘͜e̶̱̭̗̥͑͛͑͜e̶̜̘͌͂̚-̵͉̙̝͇̯̘̼̇̊̾͛̂͜ẅ̷̧̥̪̱̰̲́̈́͊̅́̃̉ả̸̮̜̱͓̦͍y̶̡̼̮̙̰͖̪̽͂͋̾̍͊̈́ͅ ̷̧̭̝͖̌͗͘ć̵͖ͅo̸̼͖̟̊͂͐̄̾͑̊͘l̶̡̢̤̞͊̕l̵̩̺̫͐̎̾̈́ä̶̢̦̥͇̻̳́͆̎͑͗̎̿͐b̶͕̝̍̽o̸̱̞̦̒͛͝ŕ̶̮͈̘͍̰a̵̡̱̱̤͇̍͋̽t̵̩̬̻͐̚ͅi̵̛̛̻͔͔̲̝̜̳̳͌́͒͒͝ö̷͕̂͑́́̒n̷̪͆̏?̷͈͇̬̤̯̣̭̬͒̆̀̌͑̈́̒’̷͕̹̻̬̟͉͊̌ ̷̰̪̩̈́́̍̉̾̈́͌͝‘̸̨͝Y̷̜̬͓̱̪̋̈́̆͆̓͜e̵̛̟̤̝̤͑̆̂̚s̵̡͆̑͂͝,̸̯̘͈̜͗͐̅̕ ̷̳̃̄͝b̷̲̝̈̀͘u̸̧̨̗̙̠̩̠͐́̒̀̽̚t̶̬̻̪̪̞̂́ ̷̛̼͕̤͎̱̒̎̑̈́̎̈͜͜L̶̯̼̠̀̀̍͐͌͜e̴̡̧͉͇̻̱̔a̶̡̨̞͛̏n̷̟̞͎̝̘̹̯̠̈́͋̅̍ǹ̵̖̋͊͒͘ẹ̸̢̮̃͊̉̉͗̓̏̃͜ ̴̘̠͓̭̂̔̀͑B̷̨̝̽e̶̩͕̊̈́̎ļ̷̹̮͇͇̭̒͛̎̕c̵͈̏̆̍́́̀͒h̴͓͓̐̐̽͋̔͝e̷̢̨̤̣͚̅̒̿̀̾̏͝͠r̷͈̪̝̍ ̵̡͚̦͓̜͈̗̂́̃̂̑́̓͜r̵͕̘̻̭͎̪̝͑e̷̗̭͉̬͑͘ͅs̸͘̕͜i̶̙̓͂͛͘g̷̨̢͈̹̤̝͒͆͜ͅn̸͙̦̻͒̔̉̚͝͝͝͝ẽ̴̢̩͎̱͉̱͕̽͝͠d̶̡̨͇̻͖̭̳̄̒̉ͅ ̶̰̠͙̈́͊̈̽͋h̶̯̭̺͎̼̀̑̂̓̎̌a̴̮͈͍̼͌̏̃͂͗͋̂l̴͍͈̮̝̽̈͂̀͐̅̍f̷̱̼̩͉̥̓̀̅͐́̍̚͝w̸̧͚̄̏á̵̭͉͎͈̭͐̄̅͋̏y̴̛̰̹̫͋̉͑̆ ̷̧̥̿͊́̃͐͝ẃ̸̹̤̄h̷̜̪̤͐͝ȩ̷̯͕̀̿̅̓̃̈́n̷̢̯̰̞̞̠̍̓͋̌̒̃ ̵̺̻͉̘̗̖̽̈́̈́̑́̎̏͜t̸̛̙͇̘̘͚̬̲̯̒̒̉̈ḧ̶̤̟́̕ͅȩ̴̞̂̏̏͑̏́ ̸͖̝͕̩͕̬͘F̶̟̼̙͙̲̦͇̙̈̅̾̍̎̈́̍ī̶̡̖̟̞͇̣͙̻̋̃̂͌̐̇ș̶̱́̔̅̏̚k̵̗̟̙̅̏̒̎̈́͜ ̸̧̨̛̗͎̀̈̃͒͆̔͘w̷̺̯͝a̵̩͒̈́͑͘ş̸̼̮̤͊̈́̄͆͋͋͗ ̶̲̜͉͗̏g̶̨̦͉̪̣̤̲͑i̷̩̺̳̎͆̇v̸͍̼̫̠̥̑̈́͌͐͗͌̈́͜͠e̸̻̜͔͕̱̐͊͗͐́̀n̵̢̛̮̙̗̑ ̷̗̥̜͉̾̾̄̍̉͜͜͠m̸͖̜̮͈̏̈̽͒̕̚͝ơ̷̤̺̭̑̉̈́̽́͘r̸̨̧̮͍̲̲͙̾͌̾͝e̴̢͇̠͖͌̾̑͑͊̈́̉͘ ̷̧̬͎͍̀̒̔̃͜͝c̴̠̼̜̍̔̽̓̉̐̚ͅả̵̧͍̭̉͜n̵̰͌̑̄̈̆̑v̶̲̝̮͇̠͆̇̀̇̓a̷͎͇̫̹͍͌͂s̸̥͕͚̾ ̷̛͈͎̱̙̮̫͂̔̕ͅp̴̢̼̎à̸̬̻̳c̶̦̯̰̥̦̉̌ͅḛ̶̗̙͇̓̑͜,̶̧͍̠̥̃̀̊̊͝ ̴̫̐̀͊͘̕̚o̷̜̘̝̭̗̐̄̇̄̎͘ͅr̷͎̤̹̗̹̰͚͔͊̈́͒̏̉̇̕ ̵̡͓̻̍̒͋̓̕s̶̡͙͈̜̅̏̒̅̉̔̕͜ͅo̶̲̪̝̟̓͂̐͗͂̓́ ̴̡̧̼̲͈͑t̶̡͚̺̻̼̥̂̄̈́̃̐̊͜͝ḣ̵͖̈́͛̑̊̇̍ē̶̪͕̠̓̋̀͆̽͠ÿ̶̹͈̳̗̞̭̻́͋̍͌̕ ̶̧̠̫̭̙͚͇͉͛̋̋̒͛̅̒̑ŝ̸̖̮̽̋̔a̵̧̼̭̽͗̊̋͌̅̚y̸̢̭̜̽̈͘͝.̵̧̛̛͔̳̭̪̌̾̍̀͝’̸̱̬̔̈́̒̏̍̕͘͠ ̸̩̺̞͖̥̮̎̀̄͆̕͠‘̵̯̬̎̂̉͊̋̾Y̶̧̬̱̌̅̏͂̈ớ̶͇̬̞̘̬̮͚́̑̑͆ṷ̷̢͍͋͜ͅ ̶̢̧̫̻̫̗͂͝ͅk̶̛͕̬͕͎̩͙̹̀̌͗͒͜͝ņ̵̰͈̮̣̹͍͕̓͗̉o̷̳̞̲̤̙̲̰̐̓ẁ̸͕͙͝ ̸͈͖̇̅t̶̢̻͓̺̜̳̉͌́͑̕h̶̡̳̯͚͂̋̐͑̕̕͝ẻ̵̝̼̥̤̗̳̝̈͐̌̕ ̸͚̂͆̀̐̔̐̆̓F̶̞̏͝ȋ̵͎̬̞́̈́̑̅̚͝s̵͚̓ḵ̴̐ ̶̜͍͙̯͙̜̗̿͝ͅm̸̢̰̘͎̠͖̗̮͊͂́̈́͌ą̷̭̤̻̓̀͒̇̉͐̈́̕t̸͈̙̯̱̞͙́̐͂̈́́̀͘r̷̝̝̭̙̎̄͐̀̈́̓͑i̶̳̫̦̞̰͖̓̆̇̀̍ͅa̴̧̯̻̒̒̓̈́̔̎r̸̛̰͓͇̺̹̗͔͓̂́͑́͐̽͐c̷̡͇̪͔͑̍̑̎̾͝͝ḩ̶͎͎̆̾̒̈́͠,̴̡̪̓́̋̾̚͝͠ ̵̡̨̦̟͖͉̊́â̷̹̰̰̘n̶̟͕͕͔̥̭͆͂y̸̙̋̔̀̈́ͅṫ̶̛̠͓͔̮̹̲̬̭̀̃̕͝͠h̴͉͇̲͓̲̑́́̍̚i̸̧̡͔̠̦̥͍͛͛̀n̸͉͕̟͔͇̺̞̹̑̐̈́͋g̸̨̖̹͐͛̂ ̵̨̞͎̋̍͋t̷̨̍̈́̈́ö̵̺̥͘͜͠͝ ̸̡̡̮̪̮̙͛p̶̖̀ŭ̸̯̏̾l̴͚̳̘̤̈́͊̑͂́̍̈ľ̷̻̗̩͍̝̻ ̴͖̻̝͇̩͠ť̵̢̈́̔̍̒̓̾̚ḩ̷̧̛͉͉̩̃ẹ̷̭͇̔͐̍̇̀̀̆͝ ̸͈͊͒̈́͆s̵̨̯̜̳̋̊̕p̵̭̚̚o̷̘͍͙͑͂̓ẗ̶̺̱̫̰̥̺͖́̀̓̀l̸͎͌̀́͌̽͝i̷̧̥̣̬͙̰̟̎̾͆g̵̡̢̥̻͙̳̏̇̍̐̄̌͝h̴̝̯̞͓̤̽t̷͉̭̼̙̓̌͗̑́͌ ̴̪̰͓̱̗̖̃̉͛̎̉͂͝t̷̻̰̦̾͜o̵̳̽̽̔̂̀͆w̵͚̱̤̣͚̬͂a̸̛̠̿̐͝r̵̙͚̱̟̤̤̲͝d̸̹͈͙̟̈́̅͒̕͝͝s̸̱̜̤̣̠̗͕͆͂̅̈͜͠ ̴̛̩͙̈͐͑h̸͓̬̠̤̫́̐̓͌̿̃ͅe̷̫͉̒́͒̒͜r̸̡̫̟͈̹̔̋̃̚ ̶̞̰̠͇͉̭͐́̄̈̿͒͐̀͜b̵̡̧̙̣̹̮̾̈́̿ͅr̶̳̳̃́̈́̅̏͝ô̵̼̤̩̭͇̟̈́̉́̒̐̆́o̷̡͈̫͇͈͆͛̍͋̎͆̋d̴͇͌́̔̃.̵̛̬͚͌͗͘͠͝’̵̢̳̺̫̮͌̓̐̍ ̶̢̜̮͖͈̤́̎͊‘̷̠̥̳̤͓̭̙͒̇͐͗̀̿͊͜͠Ȉ̵̫͖̳̕s̸̭̮̼͙̈̊ ̵̯̲͍̮͚̍̎̌̎ș̶̱̤̠͂h̵̛̺̯͉̮̹͚̭̊͆̇̇̂͝e̴̬͒̃̍̏̒͝ ̶̠̪̩̳̰̲̝͍̑ṡ̶͖̺͉̪͍͇t̷͕̮̽́̓̈̑̿̚ị̵̧̭̈́̄͐́̓͝ͅl̵̢̥̞̖͓̱̈͂̈́̓̎͗̈́ḷ̴̮͈̾ͅ ̷̜̝̜̣̜̇̉͆̿h̵̨̝͓̱͖͎̑͋̔̾̓̚͜a̴͓̣͎̼̦͝v̵͕͚̥̭͑i̸͚̱̮̱̱̋͊͑͌̀͜n̵͖̦̭̬̥̪̦͂̑͂͊̑͜g̸͎̞͚̪͊͒͊̒͂́ ̵̤̭̗͇͂͆̒͊̑̇ͅc̸̰̼̝̤̦͚͎͙͂̈̏͐̈́̈h̵̲̅̿̈̅̈̑̚ȋ̶̧̭̯̻̘̖̱̈́̂͋͆̆ͅļ̷̛͍̣͈̱̔̄̈́̇̊̕͠ͅd̷̞͙͍̻̒r̴͈̬̳͕̲̦̱͔̋e̷̛̙̒̐͂̏̃͠͠n̵̟̣̽̉͛?̵͇̤̗̺͌̔͛́͆͐?̷̨͎̃͋̃̏́͌̕͝ͅ ̷̧̳͛̆͐͂͛͆́͘A̸̖͔̗̞̗̫͓͗̈̔͒͂͝t̴̟̬̙̼̜͕̜̂̎̿͘ ̶̢̡̫̜̖̗̙̄̔͛̅͐[̷͈͗̾͑̑̓i̶̛̦̋͛̐̾́̔͒]̶̨̛̍̀͌͆̀́̐ḫ̸̍́̓e̵̡̲͕̥̫͑͑̈ŗ̶̛̜̰̻̬̣̤̜̽[̶̳̰̠͇͖̻͗̃/̷̬̘͙̗̞̈́̑̇͊̋̀͝͝į̸̨̫͚̫̗̳̈̇̑͗͝]̴̜̥̮̳͉̫͂̄̆ͅ ̷̞̣̓̆̉̄͒͂a̸͕̬̥͎̰͚̱̓̓͑̓͑͛͑̐g̴͎̲̬̭̬̊̋ͅę̵̦͇̫͎̬̇̄͘?̸͇͓̈́̀̌̋ͅ’̴̩̲̝͆̄̇̾͘ ̶̭̙̣̌̒̍̂͝‘̸̨̩̼̲͆͑͜H̵̟̰̩̬̓͐̈́̾̓̎̇̿ą̴̱̝͕̖͕̈́̈̆͌͗̾v̷̙͛̌̑̎è̷̛͕͖̖̻̦̽͑̌͜ ̵̨͒̽̈́̀̿̀͌͊ỳ̷̼̖ō̶͇̬̤͔̺̈́͊͊̽̕u̴͖͔͚̲͎̱͛͌́̈́̆͜ͅ ̸̖̬̼̗̱̪͚̋ͅh̷͍̱̟̬͖͓̎̉͑̕ȅ̴͇̼̙̗à̷̧̢͚̙̭̰͓̌̆r̷̙̳̭͐͂̏d̶̘͉̉͐͛̄͂͌̄̃ ̸̧̡͚̩̻̼͍̅̽̏͛͋̚ͅt̶̡̳̬͎̬̭̊̈͝h̸̞̃̑̆͊͂̾͌͠e̵̡̢͓̼̤̥̖͈̐ ̴̟͋͛̈̌͝s̴̢͚̫̣͔͙̩̳̀̒u̶̖̲̳͇̤͓͉͊̂͜ŗ̸͉̺̫̤̳̹̒̈́̿̈̚͠ŕ̶̨̛͉͖̩̙̬͐́̈́̅̈̕͜ͅo̸̡̨̥̘̥̺̯̓̈́g̴̩̱̬̒̓͘à̸̧̡̗̩̟̙̫̰͆̈́̒͒̕͝͝t̶͙͛̓̆̚͝ḛ̴̽̆̍͂̕͝ ̴͙̯͉͓̭̗̍͋ṟ̵̦͙̪̻̝̘̓͒̍̚ṷ̵̜͚̈́̀͑͊̈́̍̚ͅm̶̫̭͓͇̍́̍̀̏̕ͅo̸̮̤̳͎̰̔̎͌͐r̵̨̯͔̳̲̹̬̿̀̄͑̅s̴̛̼̺̻͉͇̃̆͛́̏͜͝?̸̭͌̀͛͊̎̂͠’̵̻͖̬̦̔͋͌̚͜ ̵͉͇̼͈͐̌͆̔͜‘̵͎̘̮̪͎̓̽̄̂̾͜͝͠A̸̘̮̗͖̝̗͒͗̔͝ǹ̴̖̦̬̙t̶͙̤̭̥̱͓̩̎̒͗́̓̈́ͅa̶̖͖̝͋i̸̭̬͉̬̕n̸̛͔͍͉̗͚͇̼̐͂̀͛̚͝ ̶̤̲̬̖̻̹̦̆ḿ̴̞̜̾̆̂̿̍̓̅͜a̵͍͔̺̝̩̓͂̇̾̀̃̕͜͠ͅy̸̢̳̮͖̙͎̯̌͋̑́ ̴̙̅̚l̵̡͍̟̻̠̪̏̒̑́̚e̸̖̠̳͙̹͖̗̮̍͋͋̕a̷͖̦̬͎͔̙̙̱͒̿͛̕v̴̹̓̈́͋e̸̢̡̤̦̙̭̱͊̾͂̀̈́͘͝͝ ̶̡̨̯̈́ẖ̵̖̅̒͛̈͊̄e̴̺̤͇̾̈́̏̏̔̕͝͝r̵̳̙̅ ̵̧̨̩̯̬̈́̀̾f̸̨͚̫̄̔͂̊̊̔͠ờ̵̰̖̹̔r̸̜͔̩͕̘͆ ̷̖̫̥͇̒̽͐͛̋͘o̶̖͉͑̀͂̕n̷͇̄̀̃͘͝e̷̛̙͗̄̐͗ ̵͎̃͌̄̽̽̚o̴̩̣̥͝f̷̬̭̝͚̮̪̭̎̽̿̓̋̒ ̶̛̱̙̥̼͔͒̋̀̓̐̚̚t̸̪͍̳̗̼̼̿̿͆̔̒̓̚͜ͅḥ̷͖̺̽e̸̱̞̮̲̙̦̣͂̆̈́̈̏̍̀͜͝ḿ̶̯̯̓͌̈.̶̦͇̩̺̮͉̼̊̃’̸̛̦̱̜ ̴̦͚̔͑̎́‘̷̛̤̻͕̞̀S̸̡̛̩̲͈̙̐͒͝ö̵͕̝͖̱͎̮͕̠m̸̨̞͕͈̰̻̼̊̆̊̂͝e̶͍̝̤̰͒͌̕͘̕ ̶̹̹̺̻͍̯̈́̏͘ö̵̫̘̦́f̶̳͔͓́ ̷͖̒͒͂͗̈́t̴̢͇̻͎̻̦̯̽͊̏̀̀̏͜ḧ̷̲́ë̵̠͕̺̥̪̗̪́́̚͠͝m̵̢̭͔̪̥̄̓ ̷̖͖͖̥̫̃ṁ̴̢̼̘͎͉͉̝̈̂̂̓̉͗̾͜ȧ̶̻̜̐͋͂̈́̈́̂̚y̴̢͒̊̊̊̈́ ̵͙̹͍̤͕̘̃͐̂͘ǹ̶̝͕̯͖̏o̸͙̓̒̈́̄̆̚t̸͓̦̯͓̩̠͆ ̵̧̨̧̲̤̭͖́͋̓e̸̘̟̳̙̊v̵̢̛͕̣̩̞͖͙͗̃͐̚͠e̴̡̡̲̫̜̾͑̅͌̚͝n̵̥̎͛̕̕͝͠ ̴̡̨̡̞̫͇̠̝̊̐̓͋͗ḅ̶͗̄̊̒̎e̵̼̺͖͉͖̪͎̓̔͋̈́̌͑́͜ ̸̨̣̳͚̪̱̰͆̔̾̑r̷̡͔̟̟͆́̈́͠e̶̯̹͓̤̰̜̲̋͗l̷͈̗͈̝͇̩̹̤͊ā̴͓͙t̵͇̳̑́̀̈́ͅe̷̡̘̼̥̊d̷̙̥̰̻̙̑̃.̵̢͓͋̈̅̽̌̕̚͜͝’̷̲̯̯̐̌͆͘͠ ̶̨̧̹̳̟̅̒̆̈́‘̵̨̲̤̀͊S̵̢̨͓̼̗̪͇̥͌͋͒͂̑́̚ȏ̶̜̳̰̤̏́͛̾̚ ̶̢̧̻͖̺̅́̓̉͜s̶̨̮̼̯̦̪̼̠̆͗̚h̵̯̰̤̤͛͛͝e̸̯͇͗’̷̼͒̐s̵̮͍̰̯̃ ̵̨̤̍́̉̅ç̶͚͓̌͊̇͜ǒ̷̢̹̱̳̃͝v̴̡̨͔͍̠͚̺̫͘͝e̸̝̱̖̒̒͋͂̈́r̵̤͎͖̣̤͉̩̣̀͘i̴̺̗̤̺̲̻̗͎͗͌͌̽̇̑̚͘n̷̖͚̾̓̎̔̚ͅg̶̢͎̱̱̱̬͆̄̊ ̵̨̨͇͉͙̞̓͋̾͘ǘ̴̢͇̟͖͈͎̘̋̉̑͆͘͝͝p̸̧̢̳̰̥̂͂ ̴͍̲͈̟͇́ţ̴̜͍̼̬̯͍͖̒̄̋̐h̶̛̩̱̙̼̣͆́ȋ̶̟̄̓̄͘͝s̶̡̧̧͈̘̒̎̋̒͊͂̌̚ ̶͖̹̙͔̌̂̽͒͊p̶̧͍̳͓͔͓̪͍̈́͒o̵̧̤͇͈͙͉̓͑s̵̢̤̠̘̯̼͗̃̑̀̊̅s̵̖̭̣̎͝į̵͌͋̌̀̚ḇ̵̡̎̇̌l̷̲͒͠ͅệ̴͍̬̩͚̀ ̵͇͌̉͂̕͘s̷̛̝̖̥̩̩̲͑̏͗̄̂̚c̵̖̹̭͎͉̙͉̿̃̓̀̐̆̄̉á̸͕̬̮͇̩̠̦͔̽̃̈́̈́͝n̸̤̈́̈̀͜ḓ̷͒̅͋̀̍̆͌̉a̶̬̟̘̮̿͒͜l̶̛̜̰̭̟̫̜̙͔̀̌̇̇̚̚ ̸̞͚̣̤̥̌͊̎̒̃́̒̕ẅ̵̯͔̃̇͘͜͝î̶̜̮͇̹̹́̚t̴̡̟̙̣̆̍̊̈́́͝h̵̭͎͚̦̻̟̖̋͛̓̋͊̄̂͠ ̸̳̀a̸̛̠̗̽̾͛͝ ̴̧̠̖̯̐̂͛̑r̸͍̞̭͓͕̦̦̳̐̏̒̚͠u̷͔̤͍̯̥̦͉̾̋̏̾͆͆͝s̴͈̿h̸̹̟̹͎̝̞̫̖́͊ē̵̡̝͉̹̬̝̺̐̿̎̈ͅd̶̢͙̟̈́̀̈̆̑͆́͜ ̷̡͈̘͌́͆͝ḑ̷͎̳̂ͅe̴̼̣̥͈̻͑̈́͐͂̇̌̂͘b̵̜̘͖̞͚͛́̈́̍͠ǘ̸̢͖̟̍̉́̚t̸̼͉̮̬͊̈́̃̆͌͝͝-̶̺̫̱̎̉̔̇̂͛̕?̵̨͍̤̙̓̂̂!̷̡̣̤̱̱͍̗́̍’̴͉͎͎̼̲̌̑

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Mint plunged into darkness, diving with a scream as he tripped forwards into a wall of darkness and eyes unable to hear himself think. His Genesect lets out nearby cries, electricity crackling around them and echoing around the cave systems. Mint picks himself up against the blue halo of tera crystals as the cave opens up to a large clearing. The beeping in his handheld idly pushing through the dull roar of gossip buzzing nonstop in his head. But he can’t quite catch his breath yet. [break][break]

[attr="class","gscnote"] SERAFINA 🎙️: [break][break]

To think I share blood with a child this spineless is-

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[attr="class","gscnote"] ALONSO 🧵: [break][break]

Embarrassing.

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[attr="class","gscnote"] AMARETTA 👠: [break][break]

Mortifying.

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Eyes and darkness take form. Among the dim blue light of tera specimens were his oldest siblings, circling him like sharks. His panic is blood in the water. Unlike a League rat, Neon doesn't fool his family who circle him like sharks. The eldest Fisk children, the foundation of their fame, and the standard every single one of them strived for, stood before him. Serafina deigned to look him in the eye for once, and the twins wasted no time flanking and cornering him. [break][break]

[attr="class","gscnote"] SERAFINA 🎙️: [break][break]

You don’t feel guilty at all, do you?

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[attr="class","gscnote"] AMARETTA 👠: [break][break]

Alonso and I missed Kalosian Fashion Week.

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[attr="class","gscnote"] ALONSO 🧵: [break][break]

Serafina needed to cancel her tour half way through.

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[attr="class","gscnote"] NEON ☢️: [break][break]

I don’t have time for this.

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His siblings' voices curl into the dozens of others he tried to steel himself from it all. Not when his goal is so close. It felt like the bird was taunting him. He needed his breathing under control, his focus on moving through visions of people he hated. But every word grips his heart with panic, and guilt. Years of emotion he’d suppressed and never worked through rising to the surface. [break][break]

[attr="class","gscnote"] SERAFINA 🎙️: [break][break]

No Fisk would ever heed this tabloid trash.

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She waves her hand, a gesture that plays with the volume of the crowd of voices like she's waving off smoke. [break][break]

[attr="class","gscnote"] ALONSO 🧵: [break][break]

How low will you go to disgrace us?

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[attr="class","gscnote"] AMARETTA 👠: [break][break]

You ran from something hundreds of people beg for-

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His sister’s voice is cut off by a scream of frustration as Mint brandished a knife and lunged forward, tired of it all. [break][break]

[attr="class","gscnote"] NEON ☢️: [break][break]

You didn’t even visit me at the hospital!!

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His blade strikes through, plunging into the flesh of a Brute Bonnet before it roared. And much like smoke, his siblings are gone and a Paradox’s vines are slowly wrapping around his body to rip him apart. Mint froze, unsure of what he was looking at. Only second ago he’d been arguing with Amaretta and now- [break][break]

He doesn't move a muscle, but his Genesect sparks up, blasting back the giant mushroom with a ZAP CANNON. Vines forcefully tear and the robot comes to its trainer’s aid once again. The bot herd Mint away, pushing him towards their signal, and more importantly, away from imminent threat. [break][break]

The screams of the Brute Bonnet fade, as do the crowd of eyes and whispers. “Are you registering that?” he asked as he caught himself and began running again in earnest. But the Genesect beside him doesn’t understand the command. It beeps, possibly running it’s own radar check on the immediate vicinity before going silent. No threats detected. [break][break]

[attr="class","gscnote"] NEON ☢️: [break][break]

Stress. I’m sleep deprived, and stressed.

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He rationalizes it all away, no matter how scary or vivid it was. The effects of his emotional baggage rising to the surface are easy enough to ignore, save for a sore throat. And some wet cheeks. Whatever. He could take that. Ignore the close calls. Focus. Even as he repeated this mantra to himself it doesn't prepare him for the beast expecting them. [break][break]

Perched on a hill, surrounded by tera crystals and waiting quietly was the Cruel pokemon. Its stare gave him pause. He conferred with his partner: real. Infinity signature detected. Mint grabbed another pokeball moving forward on Articuno's position. “Capture, not destroy.” he reminded his bot before it deployed. [break][break]

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Before his Genesect can even send off a BUG BUZZ to stun it the bird screams, once more throwing steel feathers and stopping their approach. It lifted itself into the air and dive bombed towards Mint. Panic grips him and he can’t do anything but scream. [break][break]

And then the bird simply smashes into nothing. Galarian Articuno phases right through him, and the signature on his handheld immediately dies. Mint is left standing there, dumbstruck. For a moment he doesn’t move. And then the Genesect, ever faithful, moves to cover. It’s beeping grounding Mint in the present. Quietly, he pulls out his handheld to check. Two signatures in the region still. [break][break]

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A yawn breaks the silence that blanketed Mint’s room. Zabaglione’s snoring soothed as the anxious racoon curled up next to Gelato. The Alolan Ninetails had attempted in vain to scoot away from the clingy Zigzagoon. But everyone needed to sleep at some point. Even one stubborn, very jealous blue fox. [break][break]

Mint sat up slowly, eyeing the digital clock on his night stand and entranced by the blinking for a moment before reaching over to grab a sip of water. Satisfied, he went back to curling up under his many blankets to sleep. It wasn't that hard but lately he’d had a habit of waking up too early. Far too early for a morning run for him. his was happening too often now, whether or not he needed to pee. [break][break]

It’s not like he needed the bathroom or anything. He lay in bed for a moment before sitting up again excitedly as it occurred to him it could be a sign. Quietly, the beast crept out of bed and peaked down the hall and then stood in his living room. The place was silent. No sign of Dionysus or his Unown D companion. Mint moved about the place, turning on the light and even looking out the window a couple of times. Nothing. He’d have to wait until next winter. He idly rubbed a spot on his neck Winter had bitten a little too hard. The bruise all but faded, unfortunately. His phone pinged in his hand and he checked quickly in case it’s like that weird alternate timeline game they’d played before. [break][break]

“Ughhhhh….” he ran a hand through his hair as he read over the same stupid sponsorship email. Over and over it had popped up every morning, at the very top of his inbox. He deleted it every time, uninterested. Maybe it was set on auto delivery. This was probably the time it populated in his inbox. “Maybe it’s a timezone thing…” he murmured, sitting down on his couch, tucking his legs under him as he read over the task one more time. [break][break]

Though unintentional, the long proposal had lulled him back to sleep, only to be woken up by a lone Murkrow cawing loudly at the crack of dawn. Mint sat up squinting against the faint light before going to his balcony. Sure enough, the little dark type had perched himself next to one of his pothos. “Hey.” he tapped the glass of his door, unwilling to step out into the chill to beef it with a bird. “Leave my plants alone, ok?” he warned the bird who only seemed to stare back. Mint held its gaze back, defiant of the little bird before another one landed next to it. Then a third. And then they began crying at him, cawing and shrieking loudly until he finally closed the blinds against them. Not that it stopped the noise. [break][break]

Mint retreated further into his home, crawling back into bed. The day is gone from him ( kinda ). He gets a response from the email he doesn’t remember accepting. Groggy, and with his own pokemon whining at him ready to go outside, he skimmed his own inbox. “Hold on...I think I have an appointment….uh….shit, it's in about an hour!!” He doesn't have enough time to figure out when he’d agreed to anything or who this vtuber was but he didn’t seem to have time to go back on his word. Even as she thought about it, his phone buzzed with texts from his contact, one from a manager type saying he’d passed along his info and another from someone introducing herself as LUCY RIDDLE. [break][break]

No way they were making a true crime vtuber or something? Whatever the case, the easiest thing to do was talk to the girl, er- the person?? Instead. Gelato whined moving to the door of their home with Zabaglione in tow. They barked, antsy and unsettled. He’d spent too much time unconscious. “I know, I know I’m sorry boys just give me a second!!” he said as he threw on yesterday’s outfit and quickly brushed his hair, teeth, and face. [break][break]

He left with a quick slam of his door, slowing at the elevator before backing away. Gelato whined again, tails puffing up and Zabaglione snarled before Mint clapped to get their attention. “No, no fighting the neighbors!” he chased as he shooed them down the stairs instead. They take the them two at a time without issue, with Mint clapping every so often to keep his party focused on the outside and not barking at other floor doors. [break][break]

They hit the pavement without getting stopped by another resident and Mint quickly finds somewhere to walk the pair. Despite disliking him so much, Gelato keeps a surprisingly good handle on Zaba, barking and yipping at the shadow pokemon to keep him close. Mint would find it cute if he wasn’t busily trying to text Lucy. The sound of Murkrows cawing around him is persistent, and when he looks up, he can see a murder gathering on the light posts near his building and around him. “Migration?” but he can’t think of it too long, putting his focus back on handling his tardiness. [break][break]


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Hey thanks so much for agreeing to collab on my debut!

This is really soon but can we meet up at 3:45PM?  

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He pocketed his phone after that message was sent beginning his fast walk towards the designated location. The park she told him about is pretty public and pretty central to most of the city. He moved quickly, having passed through the alleys and streets of his city for years. It’s easy enough to pull a mental map, eyeing threats and obstacles with ease. Mint muttered to himself as he power walked towards his meeting, Gelato and Zaba close at his heels. [break][break]

At the street crossing, Gelato pulled him back, jumping to tug the back of his jacket back before Zabaglione barks angrily. Mint is yanked back and before he can give Gelato a side eye, an Absol stalks out of the shadows. First it’s the eyes in the darkness and then slowly, the pokemon of omens crawled out of a side alley and faced Mint and his troupe. Mint doesn’t see a trainer, but having stray pokemon wandering the city isn’t anything new. “It's fine, turn over here-” [break][break]

The Absol lets out a cry but something about the way it reverberated on the near empty street is strange. The pokemon seemed to cut in and out, and for a brief second Mint thought he heard static. When he looked back, the Absol is still watching him, beginning to cross the street towards him but not yet running. It’s fur, which looked matter form afar now seemed to be moving and- [break][break]

That's all he gets before Gelato blasted an ICE SHARD angrily to keep the wild pokemon at bay. Zaba meanwhile paws at Mint before getting scooped up as he began to run away. “Gelato! What is wrong with you?!” he asked as the Ninetails turned to follow. Gelato, even after his strange…resurrection, was never known to be violent. Conflict averse unless pushed to the point. For whatever reason, he doesn’t like that Absol at all. [break][break]

Unfortunately, this isn’t the last he sees of the pokemon. Everytime appearing closer and closer. It’s fur seeming to take on strange colors Mint dismissed as a trick of the light. But there’s only so much he'd allowed to see as Gelato herded him away, distressed the closer that pokemon got. Without realizing it, the time from his meeting ticked on, with only the occasional ring of his phone a reminder he was running late. [break][break]

“Lucy?! S-sorry!” he yelled through pants, running through the park towards the main fountain. Gelato lagged behind, wary of the weird Absol, and Zabaglione rushed forward, finally released from Mint’s care. “Ugh, sorry, it's been a really weird day and-” [break][break]

The young woman he was supposed to meet, Lucy Riddle, seemed to be sitting on the edge of the fountain, eyes glued to her screen. His phone pinged again and Mint slowed to a stop, panting loudly as he waved. “Hey! Lucy!!” he shouted, ignoring the cellphone. Zabaglione stopped halfway towards the stranger, sensing something else and poofing up much like Gelato had been all day. “Zaba! Stop that!” he hissed, already having made a bad impression with his tardiness. But Gelato pushed forward, backing up the purple raccoon. “Hold on-!” he snapped at the pair, but even that doesn’t stop them from glaring and baring their teeth at the poor girl. [break][break]

She didn’t even seem that bad, just a goth- hex girl? That’s what they were called right? “Hey, I’m really sorry about that I-I’ll put them away-” he said. But before he can grab his pokeballs, the girl's head snapped upwards unnaturally and Mint let out a yelp not expecting it. She stared without blinking and when Mint finally blinked, he saw a Gengar in her place before a girl again. “Uhh…” he couldn't quite trust his eyes right then, feeling like the girl was glitching in and out of existence. [break][break]

“I- Listen….I didn’t mean to be late- and I- I totally understand if you don’t want to collaborate anymore. I-In fact, I’ll just pull myself out of this so uh- s unprofessional of me-” Mint began, taking advantage of the awkwardness of it all to bail on the project. But she only stared back at him until he jumped as the phone ringing interrupted the tense silence. They all turn to look for the source and when Mint turned back to say something else, Lucy Riddle- Vtuber…Gengar?? Is gone. [break][break]

“Shit…shit this is so weird.” But with a strange Absol chasing him, and a disappearing girl, he decided to keep moving. Incidentally their path just leads them towards the phone ringing. Not that curiosity had done him any good today but it kept ringing. Incessantly. Just barely there, in the background. And not wanting to go backwards lest he run into the Absol again, Mint pressed on. He stared at the phone booth, not remembering the last time he’s needed to use a payphone. [break][break]

Gelato warned him not to, growling the closer he seemed to move over to it. Zaba began to bark before climbing up his trainer and perking on his shoulder. At least at this height he could use Mint as leverage to pounce on anything weird Mint approached. “Chill, I think we’re…good for the moment. This is probably something similar to the stop lights flashing different color combs at like 3 am.” he said, trying to calm down his pokemon. He tentatively picked up the phone and listened. [break][break]

EVERY NEW BEGINNING

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Nevermind it was immediately questionable and he should’ve gone home. But when the voice kept talking he was compelled to listen. [break][break]

COMES FROM SOME

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Gelato barked, losing patience with Mint. The temperature began to drop as the fox grew more and more irritated. Frost began to form over the payphone, seen as the main source of the Ninetails’ distress. [break][break]

OTHER BEGINNING'S END

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Mint tried to hang up but he could hear the audio coming out of the phone, continuing on despite him trying to end the call. [break][break]

✨✨LIKE, WELCOME CUTIE! 🔮 WE’RE THE GODTOUCHED!! 🌠🌠 AKA THE ENGLITHENED ONES 💖🧡💛 AKA THE SEELE EVER HEARD OF US? 🤩 YAYA YOU MUST’VE RIGHT? ✨✨

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Mint slams his other hand on the payphone trying to click away the messages or make a new call. The voice seemed to go through static before swapping once more. [break][break]

DOTH THOU DESIRE TO JOIN OUR CAUSE?? [break][break]
SHALL THOU ACCEPT THE BURDEN OF KNOWLEDGE AND EXPAND THY HORIZONS?

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The wind began to whip down the street and snow began to fall as Gelato barked and growled at his trainer, who in turn alarmed Zabaglione and made him begin to bark madly at Mint while on the phone. His pokemon tried to pull him away from the phone booth but Mint is transfixed with the message on the other end of the line. The voices swap between each other before merging into one. [break][break]

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✨✨ DO YOU ACCEPT? 🤩✨✨ [break][break]

DOST THOU ACCEPT? [break][break][break]

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“Yes, can you just stop the creepy-...everything?!” he snapped, not really thinking it through. But maybe this is a lead to the DRK Triad. Maybe this is just a bad prank show. Maybe something more rational than a weird cult sounding organization was afoot. Occam’s razor and all that. The voice stopped, and slowly a strange desaturated looking Rotom pulled itself out of the payphone. [break][break]

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Mint stared before the Rotom began to repeat itself despite Zabaglione snarling right next to his ear. “Zaba, please, calm down.” he hissed as she lifted hand to push the raccoon toward his hood. But the Rotom takes this as an offering, moving to give a sudden scan of his drop earring. A simple black stud with a black pearl on a drop chain and a cuff. “W-Wait!” but it's too late. It takes the scan, and disappeared after a cacophony of [break][break]

WELCOME TO
THE SEELE

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Gelato calmed down just before summoning a blizzard. His hackles dropped and he moved in to nuzzle his snout against Mint, shaking and whining quietly. Zabaglione is much the same, curling up in his hoodie against the warmth of his back, trembling. Whatever that had been, prank or not, his pokemon had probably been the most affected by it all. “Sorry guys.” he murmured as he abandoned the payphone and began to take a path home. He doesn’t notice the Rotom that had welcomed him, following him only a few feet away, grinning excitedly.

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