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Clouds rolled over each other endlessly in the rumbling, broody sky, swallowing what little light was trying to shine through them. The wind seemed to carry not only the scent of freshly cut, wet grass, but also the roar of thunder soon to come.
The people on the server he found himself in were, as Teleyo noticed, well aware of the terrible weather, most of them beginning to build huts and houses for shelter.
Straightening his back and hearing a few of his bones pop, Teleyo started making his way over to a white-haired guy who was evidently building.
As he approached him, he noticed the timer above his head and the sour look on his face. Seeing Teleyo, the man hurried to speak and appear friendlier, despite his negative mood.
"Oh, hello there!" he said, wiping some green paint that had somehow made its way onto his blouse. "Can I help you with anything?"
"Uh, yeah..." Teleyo glanced around a bit nervously. "Do you happen to know where the admin is right now?"
Hearing his question, the taller man's slight grin turned into a frown. Even though the reaction was most likely not influenced by Teleyo himself, he couldn't help but feel a tiny amount of guilt.
"He's... a bit busy," he sighed. "Not in the best mood currently. If you really do wish to visit him, he's in the tall building over there," the guy said, pointing east.
As mentioned, there was a tall, thin structure with windows on every wall, making it appear almost see-through. However, the angry weather had created a fog that altered Teleyo's vision, meaning he couldn't see inside past the sixth floor.
"Thanks,...?" Teleyo blinked at the taller man expectantly.
"Bluu." He smiled slightly.
"I'm Twinkaphone," the shorter man replied with a nod.
Filled with a bit of motivation after the short interaction, despite the bad weather, Teleyo the Twink started his journey toward the building.
It loomed over the entire server.
It had about ten floors, each serving its own purpose to maintain the server's peace, though that idea seemed to be failing.
Once he had crossed the necessary distance, he found himself standing in the lobby. Walking up to the reception desk, he noticed a card propped up against a tissue box with the words 'UNAVAILABLE MOMENTARILY. PLEASE HAVE A SEAT.' written across it.
Teleyo, the ever-so-patient twink, sat down on a nearby chair. Realizing he had time to kill, he began analyzing his surroundings:
Two chairs sat behind the reception desk, indicating the absence of two employees. One had a ski mask thrown over it, while the other held a simple pair of furry gloves.
"Strange," Teleyo said aloud to himself, sounding like he was having a schizophrenic episode again.
Two mugs could also be seen. One was white, and the other black, each embroidered with 'his gun' and 'his bullet.' That either seemed like some type of suicidal idolization or an inside joke... hopefully the latter.
Neither cup was filled with liquid, though both seemed to have been stained with coffee.
As impatience started bubbling beneath his skin, he considered searching for an employee who could perhaps direct him to the admin.
Coincidentally, he heard a fairly loud bang somewhere down the hallway. Having plenty of time to kill anyway, Teleyo decided to investigate the sound.
Walking down the dusty white corridor, he came upon the nearest room: a janitor's closet. It seemed to be unlocked.
Since he heard a few rustling sounds coming from inside, he tested the doorknob before pulling the door open.
There, cramped between dozens of cleaning products and maintenance-related supplies, were two guys.
The two were, quite obviously, making out, their position exposing them. The taller one had his hands on the other's hips, while the shorter one held the taller's throat with one hand and gripped his hair near the roots with the other, creating tangles that neither of them seemed to care about.
Both of them were mid-kiss when the door opened, as could be seen from the cherry-red shade painting their lips. And, of course, from the slight trickle of blood running from the taller man's lower lip, which appeared to have been bitten.
Though he had been pushed against a literal wall, the shorter guy straightened his back and smiled politely at the intruder.
"Sorry if we made you wait. May I help you with anything?" he asked in a professional tone while fixing his collar, which had been unbuttoned during the 'struggle', showing an army of hickeys.
Teleyo narrowed his eyes, glancing at the activity he had just interrupted.
"Yeah... I just—I had a question about the admin."
The other man awkwardly shifted to face him.
"Yeah, yeah! I'll *come* once I'm done here."
"I'm sure you will do just *that*, Scav." commented the taller one, heavily suggesting... something that does not need to be discussed.
That earned him a knee to the crotch from his make-out partner.
"Oh, shut up, Bullet," hissed Scavenger, clearly embarrassed. Despite the warning, Bullet only looked even smugger and goofier. What a masochist.
Not wanting to stick around long enough for the two to start making out in front of him, Teleyo slammed the door in their faces and lightly jogged toward another room.
Knocking briefly, he opened the door and, once again, interrupted a scene he wanted absolutely no part in.
Multiple employees sat around a large, round, white table with name tags that read: 'Matt,' 'Cassie,' 'Dou,' and 'Crimeinal.' They were wearing the usual employee attire, though a few of their shirts seemed to have gotten some drops of... milk on them. It was probably better not to question it.
Each of the seated people held a clipboard covered with pictures ranging from fursuit illustrations to femboy representations. A+ for diversity...!
Of course, not to forget the most important part of the room: the front.
A large whiteboard was mostly covered by the light of a suspended projector. The current slide showcased multiple furries, some of them half-naked, in all sorts of positions. To top it all off, it was being presented by a guy in a fursuit, whose name tag was clipped onto his right ear: 'Zaid.'
"*Came* to join the party?" Dou asked while wiggling his eyebrows and elbowing Matt, who immediately choked on the dubious milk he was drinking. In retaliation, he hit the other man over the head, causing him to loose balance in his old office hair, which ultimately led to the femboy-lover falling to the floor, on his face.
Bonding activities, Teleyo guessed.
"Or are you here for a fur suit?" Cassie straightened her back. "I might be the exact person you are looking for!"
"Swallow your pride." Zaid scolded, turning to face the guest, "Can we help you with anything? Perhaps femboy counseling?"
Hearing the *provocative* question and unable to muster the courage to confidently ask for the admin's location, he slammed the door shut, causing the wall to shake slightly...much like his hands.
Sighing, Teleyo turned toward the opposite wall and slowly slid down it in defeat. How could he convince the admin to give him a building kit if he wasn't even capable of finding out where he was situated?
Groaning loudly into his hands, he rested his head between his knees and started thinking about The Chosen One.
A problem that had recently arisen had been terrorizing the community, forcing Teleyo to spend most of his time in a private server. Unfortunately for his Twinkaphone ass, the isolation and lack of human interaction had greatly affected his self-esteem.
Slowly but surely, he had begun thinking about indulging in some of his old addictions... such as condos.
And he did. Nothing went too far before his ex-friend snapped him out of it, making him promise to join XL servers and try to socialize with ordinary people.
Just as he was about to moan in frustration, a hand lightly tapped him on the shoulder.