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Spoke didn't want to move.
Honestly, he was perfectly content with staying right here, wherever here was exactly, and he pretty much wants to stay ignorant of where is.
Because who would want to part ways with a bed that was so comfortable, the blanket so warm, and soft, and he is as far as his blissfully, ignorant mind was concerned, he will stay like until the sun blows up, because is has been so long since something, well someone, was actively trying to kill him,
So, really, what reason did he have to get up?
Absolutely none. Which was why he kept his eyes stubbornly shut, burrowing a little deeper into the pillow and pulling the blanket closer to his chin.
To be honest, it reminds him of the times he and Mapicc were hangoutinh at their base, and that.....
'Fuck!!!' His thoughts caught off immediately, due to him finally remembering that he does have a reason to get up. To free his friends from Purgatory, that was why he thrown a second pearl which brought him back to this shithole.
Spoke shot upright so quickly that the blanket slid straight off his lap, his eyes wide open.
Sleep long since has wash off him, with the recollection of that he is back, back in Purgatory. A place where his friends where trapped in that miserable hellhole, while his here, doing nothing but enjoy the comforts of safety.
He shoved the blanket aside and scrambled to his feet. "Okay, okay, okay. Think, Spoke. Think!" His voice echo around before fading as background to him as he tries to remember what happend.
"Okay so Jamato, let me out Purgatory, I threw a second pearl that lead me back here, and when I arrived at Capital City I..... I." He doesn't know what happend, he just recalls passing out to....
The voice thingy, the.....the "System!!!" Just as the words escaped his mouth a Translucent screen appered infront of him, reminding him of an inventory, desplaying just a blank screen before words came.
𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔸𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕟, 𝕀 𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕜. 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟?
𝕐𝔼𝕊 ℕ𝕆
𝕐𝔼𝕊 ℕ𝕆
He quickly press NO, knowing there are far greater things to prioritize first. "First, tell me where I am, and tell me what you are."
The screen took a second to process the order, but quickly answered. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕀 𝕀 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖. Yeah, and by the looks of it, he isn't just safe here he is also comfortable.
The walls were a bluesh grey, bed flashed in the far right, he thinks, on the other side was bookselves and a desk with a lamp, which he realized was turned off.
Now he is wondering where the light was coming from because he isn't seeing any lights opened, no windows in sight and.... WHERE THE HELL IS THE DOOR!?!!
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕒𝕞, 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤, 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕊𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣.
"Okay, um, Solver where the hell is the door!!!" Does he buy the bullshit the screen is saying? Fuck no!!! Does he have any other thing or someone (Is the screen a someone? He doesn't know, but if he insults the only th-person helping him, he will wave goodbye re-getting of Purgatory with his friends) Probably not, so his only hope is this th-person.
𝔻𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥, 𝕀 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕦𝕤 𝕀 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕒 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕕𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕.
The hell? He has half a mind to ask it to explain it better, and change the code? Is this system person have access to creative mod or something? Before he could think of anything else the screen's light turned into a crimson red replacing the calming blue.
𝕎𝔸ℝℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕎𝔸ℝℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕎𝔸ℝℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕞 𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.
ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝟘.𝟘𝟙%.
𝔼𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝟚𝟜 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤.
ℝ𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕟:
𝕃𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕖𝕕.
𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕞 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕟.
𝕋𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕤𝕝𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣.
𝔸𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘....
𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕤 ↓
"Stop!! Explain this memory integration thing firsy, because I sure am not going to agree with the way you just spout of stuff."
𝔹𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕧𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥.
Previous actions?? Did he hit his head and had amnesia? Because he doesn't have any clue about what this screen is talking about.
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥. 𝕀𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕒 𝕡𝕣𝕖-𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕗-
He realized that the pain he felt at Capital City was caused by this thing. And he would rather not know shit than experience the agony of something breaking into his mind again.
"No, I-i won't allow it. And how long has it been since I pass out?" He really didn't care about how long it has been, but be does want the system person to not focus on the memory integration thing.
.....𝕀 𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝔸𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕟, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕕𝕖, 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕔 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝟠.𝟛𝟟%.
Before he could utter another word, he felt hot burning pain.... pain.....pain...
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IT HURTS
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EVERYTHING!!
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PLEASE STOP!!!
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GOD DAMMIT STOP!!
He doesn't know how long it took for it to finally finish that hellish process, but he does know one thing. He'll lay on the floor until the world disappears, and nothing can persued him otherwi-
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.
ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟....
𝕆ℕ𝔼
"And here I thought assistants were supposed to help?"
𝕋𝕎𝕆
"Yeah, go on ignore me you little fuck, why the hell are you now here and not when I-" Before he could continue he could feel the familiar pain come back.
𝕋ℍℝ𝔼𝔼
"Fuck̴̢̨̫̜̳̩̹̂̋͋́̒̿͝ing̸̡̨̛̼̩̹̞̳̬͈̯̳͍͍͈͈̘͇̦͙̣̲̲͓̫͙̪̬̃̐̒̏̈́̀̇̃̈́̇̊̓̅̄͌̆̾̌̄͜͝͝ͅ.... heļ̵̢̛̪͙̝̺̺̣͈̺̥̗̦̪̰̠̹̤̦͎͉̫̦̗́́̓͌̆̽̔̂͂͐̈̍̔̊͆̆̒͆̂̉͗̅̀̕͝ͅĺ̴̨̖̘̩̞̜̤̦͇̹̥͍͎̥̱͖̃̔́͊̈́̾̿̔͌̏͒́̄̚͝...." He doesn't have the energy to scream anymore.
In any other situation he would of tried to strangle that fucking Solver fuck, but his to tired and drained to do anything other than lay on the floor covered in sweat, face definately a mess.
He'll take another nap, god knows how disfunctional he would be without it. So, ignoring the screen infront of him to push himself to lay on the bed, a thousand times better than the floor, he will read Solver's message later.
And say hi to good old slumber.