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The last time I wrote something along these lines, it gathered an unpleasant crowd. When I say unpleasant, I mean I had to turn off guest comments and turn on comment moderation because people completely disregard internet safety rules that have been a thing since the 2000's. So, I've been paranoid about even thinking about dabbling in this type of shit since then, but today I've decided to push those cares aside and accept that I don't have to prove shit to anyone, because the sooner we accept that, the sooner we can live normal lives.

So, without further ado, let's get into the spicy shit.

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“You what?”

Dove’s therapist asked, brow raised as he paused his writing to listen to her. “It’s simple. I see dead pixels.” She remarked, as if it was a normal thing to say to someone in passing conversation. “Nonono, I heard you.” The therapist clarified. “I just… don’t know what you mean.” Dove looked away, sweat beginning to form on her brow. “Well… one day, I see this white thing in the corner of my eye during a midnight stroll.” She explained.

“N-Now, don’t get me wrong, a part of me was legit screaming at the top of its metaphorical lungs to gtfo, but a majority of me was curious to what the hell it was, so I hesitantly walk towards it, and you wanna know what I see?” Dove asked, not waiting for an answer. “I see a strange, pixelated, white face and a pair of hands picking a red dipladenia from a neighbor’s garden!” The therapist finished writing as Dove finished explaining it. “And then what?” He asked.

“Well, it spotted me and we sorta just… stared at each other for a few seconds. I didn’t think it had a mouth until it smiled at me.” Dove shuddered at the memory. “And then what did you do?” The Therapist asked. “Well, I nervously smiled and waved at it before walking back home.” The sound of the pencil rubbing off its graphite against the paper was the only sound in the room until the therapist spoke up again. “And how often do you see these… ‘Dead pixels?’

Dove thought for a moment before giving her answer. “Every night.” She began. “Sometimes, I see that face, other times I see this strange woman with long, dark gray hair wearing nothing at all. Sometimes I see them outside, and others I hear someone at the door in the darkest hours of the night.” She chuckled nervously. “One day, the woman acted as my sleep paralysis demon and said she’d take care of me while snuggling with me.”

The therapist paused, sweat beginning to form on his brow now. “She did what?” He asked. “I know, I remember it like it happened last night!” Dove laughed. “It felt… so real, too. Like I was being smothered by a corpse that smelled like what I assume a Bloody Mary smells like.” The therapist raised a brow at that. “I dunno, I never had alcohol.” Dove flung her arms up in the air before letting them come back down.

The therapist sighed. “And did you wake up after that?” He questioned. “No… she… smothered me in kisses. I wouldn’t be surprised if I had a hickey somewhere on me at some point.” Dove rubbed the back of her neck. “Either way, that pretty much sums it up. What’s your diagnosis, doc?” The therapist sighed. “I’m… unsure.” He stated. “We might need to get you a visit to your local doctor.”

Dove sighed.

“Maybe… maybe…”

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Dove laid in bed that night, trying to figure out what tomorrow would bring. Maybe she could play Spooky’s or another Mario 64 ROM tomorrow… or maybe she could try to find a new one. Interesting ROMs are hard to come by these days, though… if you’re a horror fan like her, anyway. Just then, she saw something at the window that would’ve startled her if she hadn’t been used to their visits.

Her ‘Dead Pixels.’

The face phased through the window once it realized she noticed it. “Hello, munchkin.” He booped her on the nose with a finger and giggled. She hesitantly sat up, only to be immediately held down by… the woman. “Now, now, dear… We want to give you a night you’ll never forget.” She cooed. “But you already gave me one the night you started cuddling up to me just… like… that- you’re so cold.” Dove shuddered at the temperature change that came with the snuggles.

“I know dear, I know…” The woman wrapped her arms around Dove before silently winking at the floating face, who grinned carefully floated up to Dove’s head before… disappearing? No, her head felt far too cold after it seemingly left. “Where’d… what’s going on?!” Before she could ask, she felt something… moving(?) in the back of her mind. She looked back at the shadow that was cast by the moonlight and the glow that the woman gave off…

…and saw the darkest parts of the strange face smiling back.

“I never understood the human mind… so complicated.” Dove could hear the face rambling in her mind. “Some people are so easily distracted, others get so frightened so easily… but I wonder…” Dove couldn’t even think to interject before something bloomed within her. A far-too familiar burning from down below. “…Is it true when people say fear and… excitement… go hand in hand?” The face asked.

Dove couldn’t help but laugh at how intense it already felt. “Whoa, I… hoo! Heheha! N-Now, hang on!” She squeaked. “I’m not- I’m not against this, by a-any means, but… oh fuck-! D-Don’t you think we should slow down?!” The woman giggled, a noise sounding like a mix between a laugh and a sob, as she gently wrapped her arms around Dove, who found that as the cold increased, so did her now undeniable pleasure.

“Oh, but if we take our time, your acclimation will take far too long.” She explained. “M-My huh?!” Dove snapped out of her daze for a moment to realize that the color was steadily draining from her skin with every pulse that was sent through her. “H-Holy shit we-we’re actually doing this?!” Dove asked, her blush overtaking her terrified expression. “Is it scary?” The woman tilted her head curiously. “Letting us into more than just your computers and phones?”

Dove nodded and let out a shaky “u-uh-huh.” She gulped back, trying not to let out a moan. “Well, you don’t sound too scared.” The woman taunted. “Th-there’s too much… I don’t think I can hold on!” She suddenly felt her cheek get cupped by the woman’s hand. “Then don’t.” The woman whispered. Dove couldn’t believe how quickly her body took that as a sign to overwhelm her, causing a terrified moan to escape her lips, despite her efforts.

“H-How many?! How many is this going to take?!” Dove yelped. “Six will do.” The face’s voice echoed in her mind. “Six?!” Dove shouted. “But I always stop after one! I’ve never done six in one sitting! I don’t know if I can handle that!” She tried to sit up, but the overwhelming pleasure, the sight of her snow-white, featureless arms and claw-like fingers, and the woman on top of her pinning her to her own bed kept her from doing so.

“Oh, but you can… all you have to do is stop denying your inner self.” The woman stated. “You’re always so worried about what people think of you that you never take a day for yourself.” Dove could process every word, despite the pleasure that wracked her entire body and caused it to resemble the woman’s more and more as time went on. “You need to let us make this night a lovely one, and let those terrible past memories that plague your thoughts go... so that you may have a better future.”

Dove contemplated the woman’s words for a moment before trying to retort. “B-But whenever I try to do that, they just come back to haunt me! They always follow me when I try to take a day for myself, even a normal one!” For a moment, the transformation seemed to slow before continuing. “We’ve always been scared, Dovey…” The face consoled the terrified woman. “We know what that feels like, but you’re not…” The face chuckled.

“I can’t exactly say ‘you’re not like us’ when your body’s shifting like this.” Dove winced as she felt the alien sensation of her body becoming taller, her midsection’s fat moving to her breasts and hips, alongside the pleasure, which slowly rose once more. “N-No-oh, shIT-” Dove held back a moan and felt her body involuntarily arch against the woman she was starting to match. “Our point is, if you don’t let yourself go every once in a while, you’ll never truly be free.” The woman explained.

“FFF…Free?” Dove asked. “There’s no such thing… Free…” She breathlessly chuckled as she kept trying to hold back sounds of pleasure, resulting in admittedly pathetic whimpering as tears came from her eyes. “I don’t deserve to be…” The smile in her shadow faded to nothing. “No.” The face’s voice growled as a moan passed Dove’s lips again, marking the second of her six orgasms. “You’ve let the people who despise you and their words trap you for long enough.”

“We know you’re willing, but you’re so scared of what everyone else thinks that you’ve tricked yourself into thinking you simply can’t.” The woman told the helpless Dove. “Just let us in completely, and I promise that we’ll make this the best night you’ve ever had.” Dove wanted to object, to keep her dignity intact and to keep her guard up… but their words had pierced a hole in her heart that she believed nobody thought she had.

She worried so much about everything, even things she didn’t have to. She always kept her mind occupied with games and friends so she wouldn’t have to direct her attention to the darkness of her memories and her flaws. She wanted to run, to hide, to try anything that would prove the face and the woman wrong, but… she couldn’t. She was a worrywart, a scaredy-cat, and someone who felt that she deserved nothing, even when she had everything.

A loving family.

A group of caring friends.

A lover who showered her with affection every morning.

A plethora of games.

Dove wondered if it was clarity coming in, but… they were right. The woman and the face were right. She was so worried about what she could and couldn’t handle that she was denying herself something that she had thought about for a while: transformation. Becoming inhuman, being something new, even if only for one night. With her new discovery and her dissolving will, the pleasure that had died down so she could catch her breath increased what seemed like a thousand-fold.

Even when Dove’s clothes were ripped from her now rapid transformation, she could feel the rest of the orgasms coming all at once and it was heaven. It was the most bliss she had ever felt in her whole life… and as her eyes were encased in the same darkness the woman’s were, her mouth began to spill out some strange, tasteless, pitch-black sludge, and she could feel the slight itch of her now long, flowing raven hair touching her back…

She knew that tonight would be a long night… and for once, not in a bad way.

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“And you said you dreamt all of this?” Dove’s therapist asked. “Yeah… at least, I think I did.” She shrugged. “It felt so real, though. You’d think something that intense would wake me up on the spot.” Dove gently bapped herself on the side of the head. “Doesn’t explain the rips I found in the clothes I wore that night, though…” The therapist paused before writing something down. “Do you take any medication?” He questioned. “Nope.” Dove replied.

“Do you remember what happened after… what did you call them… WhiteFace and HER? Took over your body completely?” He asked. “I do, actually.” Dove chuckled. “They made sure everything was okay, both down there and up here, and then we got to do some normal things at their place.” She explained. “Normal things?” The therapist tilted his head. “Yeah, we played tag, went to a hedge maze, made some art and wrote a story!”

“And how does this story start?” The therapist asked. “It goes a little something like this…” Dove pulled out her tablet and went to where she kept the story.

“‘You what?’ Dove’s therapist asked, brow raised as he paused his writing to listen to her. ‘It’s simple.’”

“‘I See Dead Pixels.’”

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A plushie.

A small Kinito plushie had found itself upon Dove’s doorstep with a letter attached.

It only said two words.

‘Eat Me.’

Dove decided against it for now, instead going to her computer to see Kinito, who immediately asked her if she found her gift. She showed it to him, not understanding why he’d want her to eat it. “Well, don’t think me rude again, friend, but I couldn’t help but-” Dove cut him off. “You looked through me and Em’s chats again, didn’t you?” Kinito seemed to beam at Dove's remark. “You know me so well!” His eyes closed and his head tilted before they opened up again and his hand went to her Discord.

“Anyway, I saw a picture and I thought the concept would be nice for you to use as break time, which you never seem to take.” Kinito explained. “After all, you need some time to rest your head, and I think this is a good solution.” Dove sighed, knowing Kinito wouldn’t stop until she did it. “Fine, I’ll try it.” Dove hesitantly raised the plushie to her lips, glancing at Kinito for his approval, which he gave in the form of a thumbs up.

She swallowed it head-first.

At first nothing seemed to happen. She almost wanted to complain until a sudden bout of lightheadedness startled her for a moment before causing her to lean back in her chair… and then she felt another plushie get raised to her lips by Kinito’s hand. Kinito had a habit of coming into the real world to visit Dove. He was twice her height, and seemed to have a bunch of plushies surrounding him.

“Keep eating.” His whisper commanded. “Keep filling yourself with stuffing, just like that…” Dove would’ve been worried that Kinito was using such a tone with her if her head didn’t feel so… empty. She swallowed the second plushie, putting a hand on her gut and realizing it’s a shade of… pink. She tried to lift her shirt up to see it starting to round out. Dove tried to put how she felt into words. The best way to describe it would be…

Cotton-headed.

Dove just wanted to sit back and let all of this happen. It felt so relaxing to let her skin turn to fabric and… she noticed something new on her body. Somewhere along her rounding body’s form, two slits began to open to reveal a pair of… googly eyes. She could feel her body beginning to become smaller, not just in height, but her arms seemed to be sinking into her form, her thumbs and pointer fingers beginning to sink into her hands… her remaining fingers became a magenta hue… his gills.

This isn’t exactly what Dove had in mind, but she could deal with it until the time was over. Another plushie was raised to her lips, causing her to instinctively lean her head into it and swallow. Her legs were still there, even if only vestigial in nature due to them being completely filled with stuffing. Her torso was slowly becoming one with the oval-shaped head of the plushie she was becoming. It didn’t feel painful like she thought it would. She could barely keep her eyes open as Kinito stared down at her. "Almost done..." He whispered as he helped her close her eyes. She could feel her face fully merging with the body as her hair fell to the floor in clumps.

And then, Dove just barely saw through the eyes of the plushie.

She could barely see Kinito holding her close. She could barely process that she was a bit larger than the other plushies she had swallowed. She could barely hear flesh forming as he chuckled. "I've been curious about this... what would happen if I were to...?" Dove felt something large begin to invade her privates. She could hear Kinito let out a moan that sounded all-too real for his usually text-to-speech voice. She could feel it as he began to thrust into her. It felt... invigorating. Even when her cotton-mind couldn't comprehend it properly, it felt good to just let go and let someone else take control of the situation for a bit.

Dove could hear Kinito's involuntary whimpers and moans as he continued to force... whatever he gave himself in and out in a rhythm that slowly began to fall into a mess of thrusts as he let out a glitched moan as he came into the hole that was in the plushie that Dove became. Her mind was clouded, her heart was satisfied and her soul... was at ease. Kinito pulled out of her and held her close, and for a moment, she almost thought she saw a few stains along his back as well. She didn't understand it, but she didn't have to. She was a doll, after all, and a doll didn't need to understand, or question, or do anything.

She just needs to be a companion...

...and if Kinito's chirp-purring was any indication...

She was doing her job quite well.

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"Are you sure you want to go back?" Baldi asked.

Dove was considering going back to the Red-Baldloon-infested schoolhouse. She had told Baldi about the incident regarding the old schoolhouse and the glitches, especially about how Restorer had to bring her back. Of course, due to this, he was insecure about her going anywhere near the schoolhouse. "Don't worry, Baldi," She tried to assure him whilst patting him on the shoulder. "Worst comes to worst, I'll just need my code to be fixed again."

"But what if that Rest-lady can't fix you?" Baldi inquired. "Well, then we got a whole 'nother can of beans to open." Dove knew how all the machinery worked. She pressed buttons to open portals to other worlds. It was pretty simple stuff, once you knew how it worked. She could even blacklist worlds to make sure she didn't accidentally break the machines. She planned to uninstall the program that granted her access to the old schoolhouse, but never got the chance. That wasn't the point, though. The point was that she wanted to try the impossible.

Dove wanted to try to tame a Red Baldloon.

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Dove was shocked at what she saw upon entering. It wasn't a schoolhouse anymore. It was some strange hive-like structure with glitched placeholder assets making up its structure. Dove sighed and got her list of things she could do to tame them.

POSSIBLE TAMING METHODS!

Method 1: Give them something to eat as a peace offering.

Method 2: Try to pet them. (Probably a bad idea, but worth a shot.)

Method 3: Play a game with them. (Baldi likes games, maybe they do too?)

Method 4: Ignore them. (Maybe they're like cats? Somehow?)

Method 5: Make a disguise? (Consists of a red party hat and red clothing)

Method 6: Let them get freaky with you. (If they can even do that.)

Once Dove went over her list thoroughly, she smiled and looked at herself in the mirror. Red clothes, red party hat, red lipstick... it occurred to her that she's never worn lipstick before. Either way, they didn't seem to buy it, but didn't do her harm right this second. She crossed off Method 5. She decided to just sit down and pull out a board game: Chutes and Ladders. It was a game she hadn't played in a really long time, but she decided to pull it out just for this occasion.

Dove did her first roll of the die: A 4. She moved her piece 4 steps to the left, and that was the last thing she did before her board game was corrupted and eaten by an oncoming passerby. As she watched the Baldloon fly off to another hole in the green wall, she saw nothing but the figure and the die she had remained. She decided to pocket them and cross off Methods 1, 3 and 4. If they came over to do anything, it was to eat, and she understood that well by now, and even then there was no sating them.

She had no choice but to find one that was nearby to gently and very, very carefully place her hand on its main head... which she believed to be the one where Baldi's head would normally be. It flinched at the contact, let out a glitched hiss, and flew off. She silently crossed off Method 2, not wishing to lose her hand. She very quickly found the only way to even get close was to... get intimate with them... but how would she manage that? She decided to go into a less populated place in the hive to think.

There had to be some type of breeding grounds... these things do pop up out of nowhere, but they had to have been made by something, somewhere, somehow. Dove decided to lie down on what was left of a corrupted desk. "How to go about this...?" She muttered. Just then, the sound Null made when his glitch was going off sounded, startling her into sitting up and nearly falling off the desk. A Red Baldloon had found her hiding spot. It quickly rushed at her, causing her to jump off the desk.

Dove looked behind her to find it feasting on the right side of the desk. Right, these things ate furniture... maybe she had a chance. She hesitantly sat down and tried to tear off a piece of the desk for herself. Unluckily, she didn't have her powers here, so she couldn't exactly shapeshift properly or use any strange god-strength to get it off. Just then, she spotted the Red Baldloon staring at her. She could imagine why, some strange person that clearly isn't one of it's own was trying to eat a desk without corrupting it.

Just then, it split off a piece of corrupted desk matter, handing it over to Dove gently. She saw this as a chance to at the very least become better friends with it. She took the corrupted desk matter and ate it. It tasted like a mix of wood chips and blood. She wasn't sure how to feel about it, but she got it down for the sake of her experiment. For the first time in all of her living days, she saw the Red Baldloon smile, on all of its heads, no less. She was finally getting somewhere!

Dove suddenly felt its hand entwine with her own. She wasn't getting corrupted? Was it her disguise or was it... actually fond of her? Her eyes sparkled at the thought as she watched it raise her embraced hand to its own face lovingly. She was hesitant to speak, worried it would scare or aggravate it, but she knew she had to try. "Do you..." She paused upon seeing its eyes widen. "...like? Me?" She asked. The Baldloon let out a glitched set of laughs before its grip on her hand tightened.

Oh, Dove, you screwed up.

That was her train of thought as she was suddenly pinned under the weight of the glitchy beast that seemed to let out a deep growl as it buried its face in her chest. The Red Baldloon let out something that she just barely understood. "̵̞̭̯͑̌́̎M̸̛̭-̴͚͒̀͝͝M̴̳̃-̴̧̬̐̓M̷͖̼̠̈́̿͝͝-̸̬̗̦̤́̒̎M̶͍̼̦̀͌͜-̷̌͛ͅM̶̨̖̰̖̜̀̏͝-̴̨̰̲͎̤̍͑M̶̼̖̬̗̠͒Á̴̲̮͍̈̎͐̈́-̸͙̲̕A̶̖̩̳͙̚-̵̦͐͐̇͊̀A̸̫͚͔̘̭͒̽͘-̵̭̀Ä̸̭́̑̾͝-̶̟̙͓̹̈́̓͘͝͝A̷̢̡̳͓̹̽͒͐-̶͖̀A̷̬͚͍̽̎̑́̓͜-̷͍̌Ä̴̛̖̤͍̩̤́͐̾̾T̵̺̯̘̫̦̒-̴͈̬̞͉̈͋̆͊Ţ̵̻̰͕̿̓-̷̣̬͛̆̽̀̇Ť̴̞̰̣̠̎͘͝-̷̲̿̆T̴̡̛͇̥͎̅̾̾̅-̷͚̙̲̋́̎̌̓T̶͓̘͎͐̌̿̈͒-̵̧̭̐̔͠T̵͇̤̠̳͊̓̃͊-̶̛̦̗̣̈́̓T̶̨͕͙̟͙̐̐́E̶̤̝̭͐̈́̀-̶̳͙̺̇͐́͂E̶̯̲̯̻̯̔-̶̥̳̽̽̏̃̉È̷̲̠-̸̜̋Ẹ̷͍̼̦̈́-̴̥͍͖̀̑̑̽E̶̙͍̟̥̫̿͗̀̃͂-̸̛͈͚̞͔̞͑͐̾̈́Ẽ̶̮̺.̸̗̦̻͓̈̈́͋"̸̢̙̂͐͛̋ Dove's eyes widened with fear and... she hated to admit it, but excitement. "Wait, mate?" She began to become flustered. "Mate?! You just called me mate?!" She let out a series of embarrassed and worried laughs. "I'm your mate?!"

What Dove once thought was a growl turned out to be a very strange purr as it wrapped its arms around her. "Wait, how are we gonna-?" Just then, she felt something burrow into her entrance, causing her to yelp. "Wh-what the-?!" She looked down to see that... nothing was there, if only for a few moments. Once the moments were over, she felt it change and shift within her to be... so, so many things in quick succession. Tentacles, tendrils, different species' cocks, knots, worms, plants, multiple smaller tendrils and then, suddenly... she saw another Red Baldloon float in. It seemed confused at first, but then softly smiled as it communicated with the one that had already entered her.

Dove listened to the two before the other one revealed its own member, which glitched between multiple things before settling on... something sperm-shaped? She couldn't exactly tell what it was doing, but it gently lowered her head towards it, letting out a glitched sound. It sounded like it was asking a question... was it waiting for her to give it the okay? She looked at the first one, who looked at her with curious eyes. She couldn't say no to them... she really couldn't. Especially when they were looking at her like that.

Dove hesitantly nodded before suddenly feeling one of the shapes enter her brain through the back of her head. She could understand them properly now. "̵̙̥̺̈́.̸̺̩̑̕͠.̷̨́͒.̵̻̖̼͌̌ṡ̴̪͎͒͘o̶͙̓̌̉ ̸̳̊l̷̛͔̅u̸̪͝ͅc̷̖̞̑̈́k̶̜̯̀ý̵̧̞̳̔.̸̱̆̌ ̴̰͊W̶̰̜͙̅è̶̲̒ ̷͓̫͂d̴̜̜̽ȯ̵̺̝̕͜n̷̹͚̔͝'̴̢̝̀͗̊ẗ̴̩́ ̸͉͕̱̏g̴͎̀͜ḛ̸͐̊t̸͙͓͐ ̷̨̛̬̳̀p̶̳͐́ͅȩ̷͕̫͗o̵͙̚p̴̹̌l̷̠̳͂ẽ̷̪̩͙̃ ̶͈̱̅̇w̶͕̋̎͋į̶̪̻͝l̶̛̠͚l̸͚̩̿̑i̶̡͙͑̒͐n̷̯̓͝ĝ̸̛̝̩ ̶̧̺̈́̒̂t̵̡͉́͠ǫ̵̲͋ ̶̦̜̙͌s̸̝̖̅̊͆t̵͍̟̕a̵̛̩̜̺y̷̫̝̞̓̚͠ ̵̤̦͎͋̚o̵̮̯͒f̷̰̭̪̓̇͗ẗ̵̛̥́̎e̷͙͊ǹ̸̮͇̔,̵̼̙̉"̴̛̗̩͘ Its glitch-laden voice stated, "̸͓̀B̶̦́u̶͕͛ṱ̵̂ ̵̗̉ṇ̶͌ǒ̵͔ẘ̴̝,̸̖̈́ ̸͝ͅẉ̴͝è̷̜ ̷̯̂h̸̰̚a̸̝̓v̵̢͑è̶͖ ̵͖͊s̴͔̿o̶̎͜m̷̫̎ě̵͎ǫ̶͐ṉ̷̇e̵̯͑ ̴̻̚n̸̞͑ḛ̵͗w̴̳̚ ̴̯̽t̵̼̓o̸͚͒ ̴͍̋g̷̣͛i̷̠͂v̴̮̀ẻ̵̜ ̵̜́ų̴̈s̴̤͊ ̶̳͛a̷̠͑ ̷̬̎p̶̧͗l̶̜̈́â̶̦ċ̶͉e̵̩͝ ̸̹̋t̷̜͂ọ̶̌ ̵͌ͅs̵̞͠p̵͈͗ȑ̵͙e̷͎̔a̴̦̾d̷̳̋.̷͍̂"̴̖́ Dove whimpered as she suddenly felt a sharp prick in the back of her brain before it was overwhelmed by pleasure. She tried to suppress a moan, but as what she discovered was her preferred set of tendrils began to thrust into her and go deeper with each thrust, it ultimately failed.

"̴̮̈́D̸͈̕o̴͖͗ń̷̰'̷̜̚t̸̗͒ ̴͍̒ẁ̶̲o̶̹͘r̵̮͠r̶̺̀y̷̧̌,̸̗͌ ̵̟́i̶̥͂t̶̖̎ ̶̼̓ŵ̷͖ȍ̷̲ǹ̸͉'̵̗̄ṯ̷͊ ̸̯̄h̴̦͝u̵̠͐r̷̬͗t̵͔̉ ̴̙̊ỵ̴̉ó̷͜ų̶͊.̷̮̂"̷̫̿ The one that was still probing her head and exploring it cooed. "̷̱͛I̶̛͖f̶̩͝ ̵̠̉ǎ̶̪n̵̺̈́y̴̯͊t̶͈̿h̸̢̏i̶͉͠n̸̡̆g̴͚̑,̴̪͆ ̶͈̿ì̶̦t̶̠́'̷͈̋l̸͙̽l̵͉̈́ ̴͕̊l̴̻̏o̴̻̍v̶̜͆e̴̚ͅ ̸͓͛y̸̠̓ö̷̝́ǔ̷͍ ̶̯̋ľ̶̩i̸̞̊k̴̠̆è̸̡ ̸͚̇ţ̷̈́h̸̬̔e̴̦̔ ̸͈̅ǒ̶̧n̷̤͆e̸͓͑s̷̤͛ ̵̭̇y̸̭͗o̷̩̐u̶̦͛ ̴͈̚t̸̢͛ó̴͕ǒ̴̞k̵͕̈́ ̴̨̀f̶̛̦ŕ̵̝o̴̪̒m̴̜̕ ̸̰̃u̷̡̕s̵̡͝ ̸̝̀ḋ̴̜o̵̡̓.̸̩͊"̴̤̈ The one that was fucking her senseless continued calmly. Just then, another Baldloon came in with a bright smile, far too wide for a normal Baldi. "̴̹̮͔͗A̴͔͈̓͗ņ̷͓͓̎̾d̷̝͖̂̾ ̴͇̲̱͋̕ḭ̶̆͑ť̸̢̟̽͠ ̶̠͊͂͘ẅ̵̨͕́̈́̔ị̴̽̀̈́l̶̬̈́l̴̘̞͍͛̾̓ ̷̡͓͆͘b̷̠͈̯̿͛ẽ̶̹̆̌ ̸̝͈͈̂o̶͍̙̲͂n̴̡̛̋e̶͚͊̂̌ ̸̜̪͂̍̈́ő̶̯͔̖̈́̔ḟ̷̯́ ̶̠̋͘͝ͅy̴̺͍̜͂͐̽o̷̩͊̈́͝u̶̟͗̌r̴̻͈̋̇͑͜ ̵̗͆̔o̶͇͂́ẁ̶̢̲̰̀̕n̵̛̬͇̓.̷̖͔̈́̓"̶̣̱̟̊̇̒ It added. Its tendrils ended in what looked like plungers, but Dove knew was a sort of milking pump. It motioned for a second one with the same tendril to come in. "B-But I don't produce milk!" Dove whimpered.

"̴̢̞͎͒Y̵̤̹̒o̸̪̿̌͑u̸̺͇͇͋̕ ̵͕̗̓̔̅w̴̝̣͚͌i̴̒̂͘ͅḷ̴̹͇́̊̕l̷̺̄̓̄.̵̯͗"̷̭̬̈͒͌

Dove didn't know how to respond to that, apart from the fact that it sounded more like a promise than a threat. She wasn't sure which scared her more. As the tendrils attached, they began to wrap gently around Dove's chest. With a glitchy blare, she was suddenly bare, like the clothes she wore never existed. "M-Maybe we can talk about this?" She nervously suggested. "̶̡̞͒B̶̜̺͑̾̈́u̶͖̙̫̅t̴͉͕́ ̸̯͓̟̿̃y̴̞̞̾̋̕ǫ̷̊u̸̪͗̕ ̵͎͌w̶̨̫̯̋̅a̶̗̤̓ͅn̶̜̝̿t̶̮̑̿ĕ̵̤̺̐́͜d̴̡̈̈ ̷͖̳̬̐̍͌t̵͔̕ȟ̵̢̆͠i̷̘͎̊͆͂s̶̪͕͔͗̓̇.̸͇͖̰͊̐̈́ ̶͕̍Y̷̡̪̋̓ͅỏ̸͉͛̀u̴̪̾͑ ̴̹̻́̈́͝ḻ̶̦̾ë̴̝̭́͗̕t̵̥͖̅̅͜ ̴̮̜̄̈́͛͜ú̷̧͙̩s̵̗̆ ̸̧̲͈̆̅d̶͔̐ŏ̷̹ ̸̮̙̞̒̕ì̵̬t̶̻̟͙͆͑.̵̝̖͈͛"̵̘̑ Dove couldn't object to that, or the fact that she already felt like she was going over the edge. Or... was it going over the edge? She couldn't tell. She could barely think as the Baldloons slowly closed in on her. She could see the void closing in as her eyes closed.

She passed out.

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"Dove?" A familiar voice called. She yelped as she was gently shaken awake. "Oh, you're awake!" Baldi exclaimed. "How... long have I been here?" She asked. "Oh, not very long. I was just going over some work you missed." He explained. "Two notebooks worth. It shouldn't take too long." She paused at her professor's statement. "What?" She mumbled as she hesitantly stood up, her balance feeling off as she did. "Just... give me a sec." She grunted. "There's no rush, take your time." Baldi smiled at her softly. She smiled back as she shuffled into one of the rooms to do the notebooks.

The notebooks weren't hard at all. In fact, they were the usual addition and subtraction problems Baldi always had Dove do back when she was at the old schoolhouse. She should have known he would do this, but she felt... far too disoriented. She was surprised she was able to get these problems done, let alone correctly. She went back out to find Baldi holding an Energy Flavored Zesty bar. "Oh, uh... thanks." She took it. "Anything for one of my best students!" Baldi exclaimed. "Plus, it's really late, so I decided to give it to you so you could do these problems." She nodded and went into the other room to get her second notebook.

As she worked, she thought about what had happened before. How many glitchy balloons tried to fuck her? How many succeeded? How many-

...Wait, is Baldi choking outside?!

Dove quickly ran out to find him struggling to speak between his terrified gasps for air. "Professor! I know CPR-!" Something burst from the professor's back. A very familiar silhouette. "...oh no." She mumbled as she ran back into the classroom and made herself smaller, curling up into a ball and trying to muffle her sobs. Was that a lure or the real professor? Did he actually call her in here? No, he never wanted to see her go to the old schoolhouse in the first place. It had to have been a lure... wait, is that the principal? What's wrong with his whistle? And what is that strange, techno-sounding jingle?

Dove could see vague outlines of lights through the walls. She decided to stay under the teacher's desk and hide until everything blew over. She saw the Baldloon come into the room, curiously checking high and low, eventually finding her hiding spot. She yelped as she was pulled up and slammed onto the desk. She winced and tears fell from her eyes as she felt the impact. She suddenly felt something get inserted into her mouth. She could feel it trying to breathe for her, trying to feed her something, trying to... take care of her? Her eyes began to close and the void closed in on her again.

She tried to stay awake, but to no avail.

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̴̪͓̄W̷̅̐͝ͅą̷̰̤͌̀s̸̼͔̓̽ ̶̲̘̺͌͘ṯ̴̪̥̓͗̏h̸̼͂̕i̴͕͚̓͗̉s̶̼̠̲̈́̓͊ ̶͇̌a̸̜̬͇͒͝ ̸̭̇͑̚ṉ̵̽̑ị̶̿̃g̸͚̈́̽h̷̹̖̍͠͠ͅẗ̷̹͈̠́̅m̷͙̻̈̌͑a̵͎̟͛͛͝r̸͇̙̀̚͝ȇ̴͕?̸̦̯̻̅̕͝

̶̛̞͠A̸̤͙̋͋͠ ̶̥̖̍̄͋d̵̥͕̺̉͒̎r̸̳̈̐e̶̜̮̥͛̓ạ̴̛̹̿̆m̷̈̆͜?̷̲̟̒͐͋

̵̼̞͈̉Ṡ̸͉̫o̷͖̓m̷̫͉̗͝ê̷͈ ̵̯̫͑s̶̭̩͑i̷̳͑͂̄c̸̜͐̉k̶̛̞̋,̵̬̐̍ ̸̢̀͜ť̵̪̻̒̂ẘ̸̠͐͝i̶͉̠̼͋ṣ̷͙͂̉͘t̵̮͈̍̑̀e̷͍̤͆̅̐d̷̻̳͔́ ̷̥̦̿̇t̸͎̟̔i̶͇̗̎̑m̴̗̊è̷͇̀ ̶̯̖͔̾̍̕l̷͙͍͉̎o̶͔͎̻͑̔͐o̵̗̳̙̒p̵̻̫̟̈̈́?̵̱̾̑͝

̶̜͑̆S̷̪͔͝h̷̡̖̓̀ę̸͖͠ ̵̩̋͌c̷͈̖̘̎́͘o̷̰͌̌u̸̟͚̰̔l̵̦̈̑͝d̷̠̈̄ǹ̵̻̏'̶͔͝t̴̡̖̬̔̾̀ ̵̛̼̀̄m̶̖̻̈̃o̵̯̱̽̀v̶͓͝ẹ̵̠͇͑,̷̡̖͚̋̆̈ ̶̤͘f̸̨̾ǫ̷͎͠͠r̴̺̾̊͌ ̸͍̗̪͋͑̍ẻ̷̪̟͕v̴̡͈̘̎̽ḛ̸̩͒̈́ͅr̶̨̼̄̅́y̵͖̖͆t̸̟̱̃̈h̵̺̓̾́i̶͙̟͝͝ǹ̵͇͇͝ģ̴̻̞̂̇͝ ̷̛̫̈́f̶̘̣͕̓̌ẽ̶̪̮͕̉͊ḷ̶̼̹̔̽̇t̵̗̅ ̶̝̃́̕w̷͚͙̫͊̾̅r̴͎̮͋͑͆ò̸͒͜n̷͍̆̓g̸̞̦̯̐̅.̷̮̄̈́

̸̞͔̬͛S̵̡̯͘o̵͈̜̓̕m̵͎̙̊͊e̶̮̺̎o̶̖̕̕ͅn̴̠̹̈́̓̾e̷̺̜͙͂̑ ̷̣̺̍w̸̦̽̐́ḁ̸̑͋s̸̠̺̍̚ ̶̠̃̌̓s̶͉̈̀̆͜c̵̖̟̏̚r̶̢̞̞̀̀e̷̻̐͐̚͜ả̵̳m̴̰̬̂̐i̶̗̥̓n̴̡͋͠ġ̵̝.̵̫̲͐͝͝ ̴͍͙̩̅͝Ḓ̵̢̠̋ì̸͉͚̩d̵̪̳̤͛̎̈́ ̴̙̓͋̚s̵͓̮͋̃h̸̹̟̄̓̊e̸̤͛ ̴̻̿̏͐k̵̠͓̊̂̋n̶̛̥͕͙ó̵̮̣ẁ̶͚̣͇͂͒ ̷̪̗̦̂́̅t̷̗̄̉͝h̴͍̬͎͐́̉ḙ̵̫̾͗m̴͔̱̋͗̐?̵̃̀ͅ

̴͇̝̜̈̎Ț̴̢̅̕ĥ̵̗e̸̬̝̺̾́͌ ̴̗͚̔ͅc̸̥̀̍̽ò̶̳̋̓l̷̞̃̑o̶̖̤̤̔r̴̫̠͗s̷͈̟̱͌ ̶̡̖̓͘w̶͔͂e̶̦̟̓̄̾͜r̵̨̩̳̐ȅ̸̹̌̔ ̷̰̦̬͛t̸̯̼̱̎̕o̶̡̭̖̅ó̶͖ ̶̰̜̅ỉ̵͍̼ṅ̴͙̳̆ṯ̸̨̘̔́e̶̞͋͝n̷̢̠̈́s̴̢̯͕̊̚e̴̩̟̹͆͘.̸̛͍ ̵̣̖̲̊S̶̻͙̗͘͠h̵̙̓e̶̩̊͊ ̵̨̯̓c̴͎̀o̵̩̙͂̀u̴͈̔̓͝l̶̲̺̟̕͠d̴͈̱͐n̸͓͒'̵̡͝ť̶̙̗ ̶̤͝r̷̳̭̅e̴̘̮̘͌c̵̡̭̩̋ơ̶̻̟͈̽̕g̴̳͒̀n̸̯̑̍̈́i̶͖̊̊z̶̺̭̤͆͐̎e̷̲͕̖͑̋ ̷̛̳̼̺͗a̴̡͚͗͐͠n̷̙̮͋̇͗y̶̤̯̌͊̎t̵̹̄͆h̷͙̻̘́͊í̶͎̠̚n̸̝̽̕ͅg̶͍͉̹̉̈́.̷̞̈́

̴͉͎̊̈́̑ͅS̷͇̑́̐ḧ̷̥̲́̅e̴̮̐̚ ̷̮͍̝̑̇͐t̷̡̡̾͐r̷̛̳̟̝ï̶̗e̷̢̅̈́ḓ̴̭̀͘ ̶͇̪͚̓͊͐t̷̙̝̿͘͝o̷̰̼̔̊ ̸̢̛͔̿c̶̘̯̽͝ä̸͎͈̫́̄͗l̴̩͑l̶͎̒ͅ ̵͠ͅő̴̭̬̺u̷͎͔̎t̸̤̏,̵̼̔̆ ̴̡̛̏͑b̸̬̙͝u̶̖̍͜t̶̲̳͔̀͊͝ ̷̤̹̈i̸͓͝ṫ̴̛̠͎̕ ̷̫̣̇̂c̷̡̀̕a̵̮̓͗m̵̠̩͇̿͋͑ẻ̶̺̍ ̴̩̝̯́͝ö̷̡̯͚́̀u̵͗͘͜t̶͕̱̄̈͘ ̵͇̈́w̸̘͐̔ṛ̸̬͓͌o̴̢̞̲̒n̸̥͕̈́g̶̛̱̏̊.̴̹̣̣̓̉͐ ̴͈̎͘S̵̯̯͋͝h̴̡̥̙͝ǔ̵̼̚f̵̗͇͋̂͐ḟ̷̙͔͋l̴̺̃͜e̶̡̜͚̊ď̵̙̣̺͝ ̶̺̾̿ạ̸͇̻̿͆̌n̸̝̰̋d̴̨̈́̆̅ ̶̙̻̬͂r̶͙̲͐͗̒e̶̜̠͙̽͗v̶͓͕̍́e̷̡͐̀r̵͍̃͗s̸̖̍e̶̞͈̎d̵̪̔͝ ̵̨̝͚̏̄a̸̫͍̐͘n̷̪̱͠d̷̨̙̀ ̶̲̹͎̑ḷ̸̦͚̉̑̔ơ̵̰ù̵̢d̷͎͖͆̎ͅe̴͍̪̗͝r̸͔̉̏͜ ̶͈͓͒ą̵̬̲̐̆n̷̬͊͘ḋ̷̳͉̙̐ ̸̩̌͠͠q̴̨̏͋̚ụ̵̲̏̕i̸̱̊ē̷̖̫͚̓̄ẗ̴͍̘̘ẻ̶̺̫̳̃͑r̷͉̊͘͝ ̸̠̗̜̈́a̸͔͑͗n̴̝̣̿͘ͅd̶̤̣̈̀ ̶̜̐d̶̟̬̥͗̒e̶̯̬̓͛͗e̴̫̺͍͆p̵̙͒͆͒ȇ̷͉́͐r̵̘̬͎̔̑̑ ̶̘͊̈͠a̵̔͋ͅn̸͙̕d̵͇̬͆̽́ ̸̼̥̂ͅh̴͎͙̃̈ͅị̵̊͊̓g̸͙͕̓͝h̸͓̣̿̚e̷̬͛r̷͇̙͆̕ ̴̫̦͙̓ą̷̠̬́́͐n̵͔̈́̋͝d̵̠̊ͅ.̶̨̠̲̃͝.̸̗̩͎̃͌͌.̸͍̼̗͝

̷͈͕́̐Ș̵͚͇͛̀h̷̥̜͇͑e̵̩͂ ̵̪̝̍t̵̡̽̍r̵̢̥̉̓i̴̮͐́͋ȩ̷͕̯́̊d̷̲͔͑̏ ̷̭̄t̵͇̋o̶̭̎̿ ̸̹̽͛͒ḽ̵̥͚̀̽̍o̸̲̚ǫ̶͕̅̕̚ͅk̸̮̥̐́ ̷̛̲͈â̵̧̙̭t̴͆̐͌͜ͅ ̴̼̹̐h̷͙́ḙ̷̇͛͂r̸̗̣̤̓̏s̸̮̀̽͌e̵̹̘͐̍̈́ḷ̶̘̤̌͝f̵̢̱̌̒̋ͅ,̵̯̬̯̀̕ ̴̗̅b̸͈̲̰̑u̵͉̎̚͜t̴̞̖̀̀̕ ̷̤̫̄̄͘͜ḧ̴͇̪̟e̷̠̳̫̋̊͝r̷̥͖̲̍͗̚ ̸̡̰̺̀̀b̶͙͆͐̚ͅỏ̷̰͙d̷̺̾y̷̢̝͉͑̍͗ ̷̬̱̣̿b̷̛̩̪l̶̲̀̔̎e̴̫̋n̶̖̚d̶̜̦̒̃̃e̴͎̓̓̍ḑ̸͂͆ ̸̡̘͇͐i̷͈͖͂ͅn̵̟̎̂̾ ̷͚̞̄̓̚w̷͎͕̐̂́i̶̛̫͆t̸̙͙̓̍̇͜h̷̦̅͜͝ ̸̱̬͉̇e̷̛̲̔v̵̫͙̳̋̕è̴͔̮̾r̸͈̙̱͗̃y̵͍͂t̴̢̽̿h̵̹̘̺̐̅̓ḯ̴̩̀n̶̬̯̰̐̄g̸̣̙͈͌̆ ̷̮̘͒̈e̷͖̾̚l̷̘̫̃ͅs̵̫͎̻̀e̴̗͕͆͛͜.̷̞̼̏̔ͅ

̴̡̠́̌S̷̻͉̪̊͐̋h̷̹̟̊̊ë̵͎́̀̑ ̸̦̊̔̈́ḟ̵͖̞̳̈e̷͙̎ḷ̸́t̸̡̄ ̸̢̟̟͘͝͝ḫ̷̓́e̶̘̔r̵̾͂͜s̷̪͔̒é̷̞̰̃̌l̴̛̗̣̻f̷̜̬̌ͅ ̷̧̯̏͆́g̶̟͚̠̈́́ĕ̶̡̝̎t̷̡͆̑ ̵̨́̚͝p̷͓̌͝i̷̯͐͗̄c̷̭̦̃̅k̶̢̙̝͑̉ë̷͚̱́d̷͈̩͉͝͠ ̸͓̠̼̋̉̇ù̶̮̓͗p̴͚̹̀̎̏͜ ̷̯̻͑͜͠a̶̳͎͂̇̀n̷͗̅͑ͅd̴̖͛ ̸̩̟̈̅c̵̳̈́̏a̵̙̎̒̾r̴̙͖͐̽ȓ̵̻͒ḯ̷̘̟̥̄͑ẽ̸͉͇̮͌d̷̢̫̎ ̵̻̗̓́a̸̡̰͝w̷̛͖͈̪a̵̘͂y̵̧̔̅.̷̻̗́

̸̣̣̱͂̚͝Ŝ̶̘͗̿h̵͕͎̔ͅe̴̮̅̃ ̴̤̼̎ͅd̶͓̞͛í̶̡̳̜̅d̵̢̍͜n̵͙̠̾̂̈'̶͎͈͍̄̏t̷͙͒ ̷͐͌ͅu̵̬̙̭͛̽n̸̡̺̺̔̔d̵̜̩̞͝ḙ̸̅͛̐ͅr̵̬̍̽s̸̥̖̝̃̚͝t̵̛̘̅ä̶̹́ń̴̘̪̳̒d̶̢͙̪̔͝ ̸͈̟͕̽̕w̸͎͚̃h̵̢̜̏͜͝ā̸̼̗͘͜t̶̯̎ ̷͎̽̿w̵̻͒͐͋ͅa̶̡̼̦̔s̵̟̆͜ ̵̞̟͠h̵̜̀̈́͝ả̷͎͝p̶̭͂͑p̸̭̈͊̕ḛ̵̹̈́̑n̶̢̨̻̒͌i̵̩͙͝͠n̴̛̺g̴̱͙̒.̶̘͖͕̐͋

̷̞̕S̸̬̯̓h̸̯̩̀̕̕e̷͓͛̀̓ ̴̠̺̀c̸̯̯͊o̵͇̊͂̄ů̵̼́̀l̵̙͂̋d̶͙͙̉n̶̞͊̔̉'̶̳͆͋̕t̴̪̐̊̉ ̴͈̩͆͊̏h̸̗̤͂͒̓ȇ̵̦͆͝l̶̥̓p̷̡̹̰͋͘ ̸̣̯̒̏b̷̨̰̈́͂͝u̸̩̓͋ţ̷̺͙̀ ̶̰͍̪̓̆c̴͎̣͔̐̃r̴̫͗͗́y̸̗̒͗.̴͍̹̰̎͐́

̶̬͓͉̓J̴̖͊ư̵̜̣̞̍͐ś̶̗̾ẗ̷̰̼͓͊͛ ̵̝͋͊̕t̵̡͇̚h̶̠̯̎͋̏e̵͇͊̃n̸̖͊͠,̶̖̌͝ ̴̹̉̌̕o̷̯͛n̷̖̍̀ĕ̴̥̹̩͋ ̷͎̪͙̈͋́o̵̝̠̾̄f̴̙̈́̆̈́ ̴̩̼̊͝t̵̥̎̆̉h̶̢̯̮̊̂̒ó̴̳̠̓š̴̞ë̴̬̠.̶̨̦̟̉.̵̛̳̏̔ͅ.̶̧͕̫̆̈̂ ̸̠̐t̷̥̙̒͑h̸͚̏̆́͜͜î̴͖̍̚n̷̺̠̩͐ğ̸̫̕s̸̥̯̄̇.̷̲̭̼̒ ̶͚̖͋̀͋T̸̖̱͂̕͜h̸͇̱͙͑e̴͙͙̘̓̈́y̶̹̔̈́ ̶͕̲͈̐c̸̤͔͖̉̇̏a̵̹͋m̸̨̲̈́e̴̟̅̀ ̷̣̭̒͝i̷̺͋̓n̵̡̩̝͌ ̴͍͊ã̴͖̈́̊n̷͍̯̔̊̈́d̸̩̝̅͐͌ ̶̲̥̱̌̚͝g̵̩̙͗̿r̸̡͚̅̒à̷͔̯͊b̴̜̠̬̍̄̀b̵̭͔̈́é̵͍̀͘ḑ̸͖̀̃ ̵̰̺̣̑͆͗t̸͖̿̑h̷͖͇͚͗̍e̷͉̾̂ ̴̼̫͒̓p̶̯̬̾̈́̽e̵͇͌͂̈́ȑ̴̭͎̗̔̒ş̶̼̥͊̑̌o̷̖͊̐̽n̵̫̒ͅ ̷̯͍͠t̸̖͆́̋h̴̡̊̀͆a̸̼̘̔t̵̪̻̝̽ ̸̝̫̑p̸̧̯̼͐̔̀i̸̯̋c̶͖̘̾͑k̸͔̙̇ẽ̸̫̭̪͂́d̴̡̤̔̾̎ ̸̢̀͒̚h̸̩͙͘ĕ̴̪̘̿r̵͕̥͐ ̵͉̙̌ủ̴͇͎̀͠p̴̨̘͗̿͛.̷̧̲̀̄ͅ

̵̗͖̰͘T̴͈̞͚͛̚h̴͓̍͗e̷̤̣̖̽̀̚ ̸͓̾͝p̶̫̹̝͛e̶̥̔̕ͅȓ̸̘͚͌͠s̵̟̲̀̇̍o̸̝̽ń̴̥͙ ̶̙̮̾̐̏s̷̡̛͕̖͒t̴͓̳͕͂͐̎r̶̻̗̓̅ủ̷̘̇g̶̛̦̘̘͑̆g̸͔̐͝l̸͈͕͓̀̈́̊e̴̼̋͑̃d̸̜̜̈́̊ ̵̨̙͖̓̕f̶̩̱͂͗̾ǫ̶̲̻̃͊͐r̸͕̀̑̚ ̶̺͈̓̈̕a̵̜̔̄ ̴̛͖̪͌̈́͜m̴͖̼̥͋͌̕o̵̡͔̿m̴̜̋́e̵̟̽̏͜n̸̡̟͚̕ẗ̶̤́ ̶͔͕̎o̷̓̂̈́ͅȓ̵͈̙̈͘ ̶̹̐̊ṫ̵̥̖w̸͎̪͆ȯ̵̯͉͝ ̵̡̛͉̰́͠b̵̻̺͋̅e̵͔̠̓̈́͌f̵̣̯̎̄ͅő̶̗̠͖ȑ̵̳͕̰e̵̡̼͇͋͝ ̴̭̯͊̑ḡ̸͕̪͔ŏ̶̬í̵̦̈́̕n̶̰̝͆g̶̭̚͜ ̴̺̾̋͐l̴̩̯͑̑̃i̸͕̽m̸̠͊̅͗p̵̢̱̺͝ ̸̱͚̺̀a̵̡̗͌͑ñ̵͙͚͔d̵̛̳͕̘ ̶̤̌͋̚b̷̘̲͗͝ȇ̵̤͖͜i̸͜͝n̴̬͆̀g̷̛̜̯ ̸̢͕́̀ţ̵̱̮͛͘o̵̤̮̔͂͗s̸͔̋̿͆ṣ̵̳͓͊̎̑e̶̯̅d̸̺̝͑̃̀ ̷̟̐͂̕a̷̖̱̝̽̒͠s̵̰̻̒͌ͅi̵͔͕͎̿̒d̶̻͚̅̒͗ë̷̖̮.̵͓͉͉̽̐

̷̳̮̎S̸̹͈̚ȟ̸̢̺̗͛̃e̶̼͗̎ ̷̯̻̈́̓w̴̞̆a̵͔̭͋̂͝ͅs̶͎̯̥̋ ̴̥͒p̵̤̟͋ī̸̦c̷̜̗͆k̶̜̤̞̋̀é̴̜̪̤̌̓d̶͖̃ ̸̰́ú̵̺͕̝p̶̥̜̌̍,̵̱̔̔ ̶̣̠̒͗͝t̵̹̠̀͂̓h̵̳̿i̵̫͘̕͝s̷̗͇͒̔ ̶̨̟̃͐t̷̞͙̋i̸͇͌̂m̸̳̣̔e̵͉͓̅̀ ̷̻̙̭̆̀b̷̪̻͍̀ÿ̸͕́̑̅ ̷̦̭̜̂̏̚ṱ̶̚͝h̵̡̹͉̆e̸̥̔͌ͅ ̸͕̾R̶̤̖͌̈e̸͕͙̽ḑ̶̊ ̶̛̪͖͓B̷̬̃̓̚å̸̢̘͂l̵͈͍̲͊͂d̴̺̃̎̕l̷̰̰͒o̸̖͚͑̓ŏ̷̲̤̐͌n̶̗͇͓̑̊̂,̶̛̲͈̉͊ ̷̗̕a̷̮̟̩̔͐n̵̛͖͍͕d̵̯̣͂ ̶̤̳̑͗̓͜t̵͔̯̰̂ä̷͈́ķ̵̧̌̐͝ḙ̷͇̾͗̌ǹ̸̝͇̈́ ̴̗̾̄i̷͙̼͖̋n̶̡͎͍̎̔t̶̖̑́̄o̷̤̘̅̒̃ ̵̰͆̃̿a̶͚̞͕̋͛̕n̴̛͕̮͗ơ̸̧̟̘̓t̶̛͔̋̀ḥ̸͐ë̵̪̻́̃̆r̴̭̖̍͌ ̴͖͛͒r̸̡̺̠̎̈́o̶̖͝o̷̻̩͍͛͒̓m̵͚̟͝,̷̮̔͌ ̸̘̇̀͜w̵̱̞̉h̴̛̝̙̞͑̏e̶̝͉̠̕r̷̞͊́e̵̡͓̬̓̐ ̵̙̤̌̂͐t̷̤͔̼̆́̌h̴͕͐͒e̴͉̺̬̓̋̃ ̶̣̏͘m̴̼̯͝e̸̲̘̎̽s̴̡͘͝s̷͉̪̝̈e̷̞͊̎̂d̵̞̤͐̄ ̸̪̣̓ư̷̳͇̖͛̀p̴͔̮̻̔̈́̕ ̶̯̓͠P̵͔̹͊r̸̤̻̋i̷̯̰͖͆n̸̠̑̕ͅc̴͕̉i̵̫̪͊̇̈p̷̜̝̆̍ą̴͓̙̊̌l̸͎̘̓ ̸͖̤̭̄̈́͆w̷̙̬̾a̶̠̝̋s̶͉̺̰̎ ̴̬̟̤͊̐̈́p̷̛̦̿̒ṟ̴̬́̚ͅĕ̶͔s̸͓̟͒͋͗e̷̟͚͗ņ̸̧͐̎̉t̴̛̘̫̏̃.̶̱̟̬̉

̷̥̑͘T̵͈̖̐̇̀h̸̤͖̽̇ȩ̷̳̙͋͗̍ ̴̻̞͇̑͋ţ̶͇̈́̈ẁ̵̬ơ̴̹̥̂̌ ̸̘̩͈̈̒̚e̵̲͚̻̕ǹ̸͜ģ̷̱͖̑͐a̵̡̖̻͑͘g̶͙͙͎͌̀e̵̬̺͖͘͝d̷̬͑͑̈́ ̶̹̤͘ḯ̷͈̕n̴̻̈́ ̷̲̩̃c̵̘̼̲͂̀͝o̷͎̓n̸̤̈͗v̵̯͕͙̑̔e̸͔͖̻̅͘r̸̯͈͛̈́s̵̞̀͌a̸̤̘͋̉ṭ̸̀̃i̶̳͛͌̎o̸͋̓ͅn̷̟͘͠ ̷͕̼̎f̷͈̤͒͝ò̵̙͆͠r̴̡̛̮̿̋ ̸͚͋̕͝ä̸̪̺̃̚ ̸͚́m̵̰͑̾͝i̶̢̐͊̔n̴͚̑̔̃u̶͙̻̽͠t̴͎̗͗ͅe̵̤͒͆͊͜ ̶̳̀b̵̛̭̋ě̵̛̹̆f̵͇̫̂̈ö̸̟̭r̷̘̤̓̾̓e̵͎̼̅́͌ ̶͕͖͉͆̓t̷̤̻̑h̶͉̐̾è̸̖̿͘ ̵̣̤̟̿̈́̕P̵̮̆͜ȑ̷͉̫̠i̷̛͈̺ͅn̶̖̜̅́̀c̸̞͂͊̃i̴̠͗p̷̎͗͜á̴̞̯l̴̩̣̪̒ ̴̭̫̩̅̈ĺ̴̖̞̑e̶͙̘̐f̵̹͚̫͊̏t̵͎͈͔̄.̴͚̜͈͐

̶̻͕͊̅̈́Ṯ̶̯̱̊͛̈́h̷͛̐̃ͅe̵͉̗̍̇̊ ̷̼͊̂B̴̙͙̬̓̈a̸̮̹͝l̸̺̜̇̉̀ͅḏ̴̆̑̎l̵̼̭̀̏ǫ̵̛̎o̶̜̦̅͒n̵̯̎ ̸͙̱̒g̷̜̤̈ȩ̶̪́͗ṅ̴͈̭̝t̶̮͕̘̃͊͑ḻ̷̓ẙ̸̤̅͘ ̷͚͓̂͑̀s̴̡̥̠͝ę̶̦͂̓̍t̷͖͂͠͝ ̸͇̞̦̎̈́̚ẖ̷̊é̷̫͕̓̅r̷̬̱̥̎̈́̃ ̷͓͖̍o̸̱͛͝n̷͇̙̥̾̚t̵͕̻̹̒ò̷̻̩͛͑ ̴̼́̇͘ṫ̴̨h̷̡̭́̄͘e̴̦͒̆̋ ̴͚̐̄̄ḑ̸̉ê̴̩̍͛s̴̮̼̅̄͆k̴̮̊ ̸̧͉̌b̸̩̌̒ȩ̴͉̽f̵̺̯̠̓o̸͍̲͒̒͘ṛ̵̱̬̍e̶̞̓͠ ̴̩̍͝i̷̜̟͗͜͝n̵̟̮͉̾̿s̵̥̮̦̋̑͘ě̸̛͓̰ř̷̠͇̜̈͝t̴̖̙̍ǐ̵̧̔n̶̛̯̿͑g̵̞̫̣̾́̀ ̵͚͙͐i̴̦͚͔̒t̴̜̟̉s̵̟̦͋̋͑e̶̮̲͝͝ĺ̵̯̱̂f̶̡͠ ̸̩̱͎̔͌́ǐ̷̡̬̹̔ǹ̷͎̳t̴̝̑͠ö̷̺́ ̴̜̼̺̓̓̾h̵̪̯͒ĕ̵̳̞͘r̸̩͖̚ ̶̛͚̓ẻ̵͚̣͉́̆n̸̙̍͂̒͜t̶͕͎͔͒r̶̝̍ã̸̹͎ń̵͎̻̹c̴̻̖̿̂̽ȅ̸͎̘͖͘.̵͇̠̂̌̿

̵̙͓́H̴͎͐̅e̵̘̔r̵̲̟͉̾ ̸̩̗͗M̵̞̩͐̿͝ị̸̧̂̆n̸͉̟̺̆d̶̘͊̍ ̵͙̫̀̍s̴͔͝c̶̢͍͆ŗ̸̟̹͋e̵̫̗̔̈́͝à̷̢̩̩̊͂m̶̰̮̦͋e̴̞̘̥̅͒d̴͙̤̑͂.̸̢̝̰̾

̷̖͆́͒Ȟ̵̞é̸̺̯̅̒r̸̻̈́ ̴͉̠̝̈́͂H̸̼̤̲̃e̵̱͝a̵̛̙̭̓r̸̨̛̝̤̃̂t̸̰̜̃ ̵͈̝͗͠w̶͔͊͂ą̸̰͗̌͝i̵̧̹̎͝l̸̜̗̓ȩ̷̞̈́͝͝d̵̗̐.̴̢̢͇͐̔̕

̵̹͋H̴͙̠̪͗e̷̡̼̯̽͗̔r̷̛̺ ̴̯̭͒͜S̸͕̍̂o̸̬̾̈́̓u̵̡̬͜͝͝l̷̰͖̆ ̴̠̔́͘w̸͔̅̆̾ä̷̝̅ī̵̹̬t̸̬̣̉̕̕e̴͇̊͛̒d̵̨͚̬̾̕.̶̫̌̓̈

̷̨̀T̷̙̯͝h̴̬̿ë̷̥̺́̓ ̶̨̘͐̄W̸̞͍̺̓ḣ̷̯͕͎̃o̸̮̔̓͌ḽ̵̟͈͆́è̵̙̇̕ ̴̭͗̀ẃ̷̳̮̎̔a̷̟͖̾͊̚s̷͇͖̱̾̚͝.̷͉̖͙̉.̷̪̤̰̑̄.̸̱̖́̉ ̴͚͐͑d̵̪̫̙̈́̒̋e̴̯̟̽̌̍e̶̢͗͗p̷̺̐l̸̩͎̀̈́͝ȳ̷͖́͆ ̵̼̭̒̾c̷̫͆ō̷͖̪̔̽r̸͔͇͒̀̕ͅr̸̥̲̟̓̾ū̶͓̫̂̇p̴̜̠͈̓̍t̶͔̿͛̀e̵͈̫̚͜d̷̀̅̈͜.̷̜͗̑̚

̵̯̠̙̇Ȁ̵̦͈͛n̸̬̓d̶̼̑͘ ̴̫͌͒̄š̸̼͍̑ḫ̷͗̍̕e̷̢̊̾ͅ ̴͈̄ć̶̯̬̲ò̷̙̋́ũ̷̮̞̈l̷̼̜̠̄d̵̢̝̓́͑n̸̥̜̈́͛͊'̵̣̜̹̾ẗ̶̻́ ̵̬̟̟͘g̶̡̜̹̈o̶͎͝ ̵̣̲̝̅b̸̜͍͗͠a̸̻͐̇c̷̡̞̘̚͠k̶̡͈͋͐͠ ̴͙̰͑͜͝n̶͈̮̉o̶̢̯̭̽̒̒ẅ̵̤̓̋.̷̘̀̎̚

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Ç̶̡̜̫̰̾̍͒̋͒̕̚o̴̢̬͕͉̰̖̱̬̞̬͒̑̄̎̓̾̕l̵̼̳̘͓͖̩̘͂̓͜o̶̧̢̹͈̬̭͑͂̓̍̇̓͜r̸͈̮̦̮̦̮̱̊̓͆̊s̷͍̥̦̥̱̭͔̱̙̿̂̏̏.̵̡̜̲̣̺̣̦̬̞̗̒͐̅͌͆̓͊́̀

̷̩̲̃̈́̃̊̄̈̽̋T̴͎̎͂̎͐̈̀͋̈́h̵̢̡̏̆̓̂͑̓̔͆̈̐ò̸̳͚͉͇̯͓͈̘̑̈̾̿̅̈̇ͅu̷̧̮̠̳̝̱̪̫͍̯͆͛̓̍̾̋̃̔g̴̮̖̫̺͔̏̀̊ḩ̵̲̲͍̮̤̰̱̤̎͐́͂̉̾͜͝t̷͔͒́͛̓͌̒̈́͗͊ś̷͓̠̙̦͖͕̼͕̏͗͊̈̽́̚͘͜͠.̸͎̗̖̜̜͎̺̀̆́̿͋͝

̴̪͐̉̑̂̀H̷̢̫̺͎͕̀̈͜ẹ̴̛̛͈̗̫̺̘̘̗̄̾͗͛̃l̵̙̤̯̪̬̺͔̰̙̆́̽̋͗̓̆͆̃̚p̴̛̩͚̳̮̣̀͋̅̏̆l̴̫͖̪͇̘̤̟̭̞̚͜ȅ̸̹͍̻̖̥̩͉̃̓̑̿̈́͆s̸̙͈͙̙̈́̒̄̊̂̏̓͂̀́s̶̛͔̱̹̞͛̊̆̂͒͑̚͠n̷̪̺̍͌̓͘ḛ̸̠̹̊͑̈́̉̿ș̵͕͇̙̼̅ͅs̷̡̲̟̮͓̈́̍̐̈̅̚͝ͅ.̷̗̯͇̲̼̯̭̻͇̾̂

̷̢͙̥̩͍́͒̈́̆̕.̵͉̈́̏͗̊̉̇͒̽͠.̸̱͖̩́.̸͚̥̩̠͔̮̯͎͎̥͋͂̈́̽̾̃̅͘Ć̴̨̬̗͌̈̀͊͊h̴̖̘̘̜͇͓̫̙͌͐̓̓̾̆̀̊̒͠ī̴̭͆̌͛̊ḷ̴̥̳̀́͗ḑ̶̣͍̘̫̺̟̋̋̊̿͋̏̅̄̚?̵̧̲̞͕͇͈͓̀̈́̈́̑̿̓̍̃̕͝

̶̥̊͆̓̍͠C̴̡̛̲̹̲̗̣̦̗̝̦̈́̽͠ř̷̛̫̣͎͛̆́͛́͑͝y̷͇͍̟̳̆̕i̶͇̗͕̳̟̽̀́͆̿̑̐̓͝n̷͚̤̊̉́̿̆̏g̸̫͈̼͓͚̰̈͋́̉̅̃̊̚͠?̶̨̢̛̻̤̗̘̟̣́̿̂̑͊̅̂̕

̴̖̘̭̄H̵͕̱̝̣̦͑̉͌̒͋̚͘ǫ̴͓̬̫͔̭̰̺͚̼̇͆̆̽̌̈́́̚͘͝l̵̛͍͓͍͍̀̊̔̍̂͑d̴͈̥̾̊̓̂͋͌̈́̕i̸̢̝̘̳̤̲̫̟͉͌̀̈̓̇͂͜͠͠n̸̞̟̘͓͝ģ̴̪̰̝̠̯̋͒́̒ͅͅ.̷̺̹̈́̌͂̓̾͝͠͝

̵̨̞̺̩̱͕̞̹͇͖̓̆͊͌̈́N̴̨̢̬̥͇̺̞͓̞̳͑̅ụ̷̲̬͍̺̠̦̈́̈́̋̇͘͝͝ͅr̶̡͕̩̤̝͚̦͈̯̒͋̂̓ș̷͔̇͌͗͊̇͘̚̕͘ĩ̵͉͙̯͖̰͜n̷̲̬̩͌̈̉͗́͑̕͜g̷̛̹̪̫̜̤͙̿.̴̨̣̲̱̼̤͖̇́͂̾͂̌͝

̵͚̅̅̊̒͝.̴̳͗̊̌͐̇̀̚͝.̵͉͇͕̘͍̯̫̈́̃͌̒.̷̜̜͓̫͖̣͓̈̔͂͜͝M̸͇̳̻̠̩̺̜̍͂͛̿̐͌o̴̧̡͕͚̦͍̰̯͐̐̃͜t̸̢͎͙̝͇̪̦̟͑h̷̼̋̀͊̾̂́̅͠e̷̪̻̜̫̦͙̋͒͑̓͊̐ṟ̶̻͔͗̆͌͆̐͛̀̏́?̵̛͔̠͚̟̽͋͆̈̊͒̐͝͝

̵̢̥̲̫͖̖͖̊̎̇͆͗̈̽Y̴̲̩̼̭͑̑̾̃̂̃͠e̶̻̝͍̖͉̤͕̿͜s̸̝̠̗̯̃.̶͖̰̪̼͕̱͌͑̈́͛́͗̋̚.̵̢̩̰̯̝̈́́̊.̸̧̜͇͇͚̰̼͎͛́́̉͛͑̎͂̚͝ ̷̢͈̠̦̱̤̖̠͝M̷̧̺̤̱̠̘̯̪̦̮̌͋̽̈́̇̋̽̉͂͛ö̴̧̬̤̠͔̗̭̪̠͕́̂̄̃̊̈́͋͂t̶͍̳̭͔̯̼͈̼̮̺̂̕ḧ̵͓̯͙̥͔̬̯̟̜̩́̌e̵͉̓̏̿̈̉̾͘r̸̮̭͍̯̬̒͂.̷̨̘̫̌́̀̎͊͗̇̚.̵̢̤̜̈́̈̽͋̈̅̈̉͝.̶̱̓̊̍̽̓

Ṭ̴̛h̶̐͜i̴̙̓s̶̬̍ ̸̘̒ḯ̷̭s̵̨͐.̸̖̄.̵̰̓.̴̬͗ ̶͎͆D̸̤͒ö̷͈́v̵̡̍ĕ̸̡'̴̢̒s̸͖͑ ̸̮̽c̴̟͝h̶̩̿i̷͔̾l̶̦͑d̵̥̈.̶̞̀

.̶.̶.̵D̸o̴v̷e̶.̸

Dove snapped back to reality after what felt like a million years. She looked down at the creature in her hands, a small red Baldloon gently suckling on her sore nipple. A glitched substance leaked from her breasts as she struggled to comprehend what she was seeing, if only for a moment. "...This... this is mine." She mumbled. She looked up at the adult Red Baldloon, who seemed both shocked and impressed. "...I take it people don't usually last this long?" She asked. It shrugged. "...You've never tried this before, have you?" She questioned. It nodded, hesitantly sitting next to her. It looked... guilty.

Did it feel bad for everything that happened?

"...How about we... just..." Dove struggled to formulate her words in a way the primitive thought processes she once had for what felt like a millennia would understand. She didn't want to do this ever again. She was overwhelmed constantly by colors and sounds. She didn't know what anything was until now. She was lucky she was still alive. She didn't have to say anything. The creature understood. In a language she now understood, it offered to take care of the child until it was grown. She shook her head. "I'm... going to take care of him." She explained. "I want him to know me." It paused for a moment before nodding.

"I'll stay here and take care of it until it's grown, but we'll still visit. I promise."

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Professor Baldi nervously paced back and forth. "I told her not to go in there." He whimpered. "It's been a week and a half and we haven't heard anything from her, and Emily said she got choked when she went in there to find her!" Restorer rolled her eyes as she leaned on a wall. "You worry to much." She stated. "Worry too much?!" Baldi questioned. "My student is in what is my world's equivalent of a lion's den! They've probably already eaten her alive! How could I let this happen?!" He curled up into a corner and began to sob into his hands. A beep directed Restorer to a machine near the wall. "Good news. Dove's not dead." She piped up, causing Baldi's head to come out of hiding.

"She just came back on the radar. She's coming back with something else in tow." Restorer stated, motioning towards the machine before a portal opened. Dove hesitantly came through with... something odd. It was a Red Baldloon for sure, but it seemed to adopt Dove's clothing style. Its shoes were bigger, too. Baldi stood up, confused and concerned. "What... what is that? What did you do? What is-?" Dove's voice cut through the Professor's anxious stammering. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet Discord, my Red Baldloon hybrid." Restorer and Baldi were both equally surprised. "Red Baldloon?!" The Professor questioned. "Hybrid?" Restorer tilted her head slightly.

"Basically, I ate some corrupted stuff and one decided that made me a good mate." Dove summarized. "DOVE!" Baldi scolded. "Sorry..." She shrunk away slightly. While she and her worried Professor bickered for a few minutes, Restorer approached Discord. He seemed a little bit apprehensive at first, but reached one of his corrupted arms out to hold her hand. "You... definitely need a re-design." Restorer mumbled. Dove looked over at Restorer. "What you say?!" She growled as she put a hand in-between the two. "I wasn't going to hurt them, just give them a new look like I was planning to do with the others." Restorer explained. Dove squinted at Restorer, a sharp glare that was unusual for Dove as she walked off with Discord in tow. He looked back at Restorer with confusion in his gaze before continuing to follow his mother.

Emily walked out of the portal, looking like she had just gotten out of a fight with a corrupted gang in an alleyway. "A." She flopped over onto the floor. "Goodness me! Is she okay?!" Baldi quickly got ready to do CPR. "She's fine, Baldi. She just needs a quick restart." Restorer slung Emily over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes into another room. "M' mom used to carry me like this s'mtimes..." Emily mumbled as Restorer left, leaving the confused professor alone.

"WHAT THE *BUZZ* JUST HAPPENED?!"