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Are you alright?

> “I’m alright! Why wouldn’t I be?…”

> [Manuel was in fact, not alright, but who was he to tell other people that? After are all the things that are probably happening outside his ₱Ɽł₴Ø₦ office right now? He had no room to talk.]

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Ooc: I’ve never seen this I think but I don’t want anyone else to be affected by this!

@employee1618152017 @youneedthisjob @your-guardian-angel-forcas @unending-protag @un-favoredprotag @normalest-employeer and @full-timecoworker if you’re still around!

I’m sorry if I didn’t tag anyone else but I trust y’all can do that!

Hello dear!

Sorry for bothering you, but it's important to remind you to turn off your asks for a few days! Bad things are going to happen on Tumblr soon...

Don t know anything about this but BETTER BE SAFE EVERYBODY!!!!!!

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> [Manuel stared at his desk, another broken speaker box laying on it with the cords sprawled out. Here Manuel was, sat in the basement, LÖÇKÈÐ Úþ LÌKÈ Ä §LÄVÈ, when he could, no should be doing things with people, with his friends. It all pissed Manuel off for no fault other than his own.]

> [Manuel didn’t care in the moment, he just needed something to do.]

> [Manuel grabs the side of his desk and shoves it to the side, watching the things slide off and hit the floor, an empty coffee mug he had slipping off the edge and shattering on the harsh floor. Manuel grabs his shotgun from his wall and shoots his desk before aiming it up at a camera in the corner of the basement, one he knew he didn’t have access to, before shooting it and rendering it useless. Manuel shoots a wall near the door to his damned office before taking a moment to think. He just needed just a moment, just a moment, just a moment…..]

> [Manuel starts picking back up the room that he called his office in the basement.]

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> “same here! usually [ REDACTED ] tells me about these things!”

> [Manuel scratches the side of his neck, not that Anya could see that through the broken looking speaker that looked like it was from a completely different time area.]

> [Anya just walks in for the day and there was a 1970s looking speaker box that looked almost taped up to the wall, and crudely at that, must’ve been some joke from Jimmy or maybe the new one who’s name I totally know how to spell. Then it cut on with a layer of static on its voice, sounding male-ish.]

> “what the- where is this place-? Where am- excuse me, ma’am? Ma’am?? Where is this place??”

> [The male voice sounded just as confused as Anya probably was. it looked out of place.]

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[Anya stood, confused. First off, what was that thing? Second, why was it here? She hadn’t recalled seeing it ever, so why now? She spoke, just as confused]

“Uhm…we’re on the Tulpar, a spaceship... Who are you and what are you doing here??”

—🌸

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> “oh, it’s [ REDACTED ] corporation!”

> [nope, still can’t say that, sorry Manuel.]

> “I’m the only building maintenance safety head.. well, really the only safety person in general!”

> [Manuel made that sound like it was a good thing and like he wasn’t underpriced if paid at all. From what Manuel could tell, she sounded slightly stressed, which was reasonable.]

> [Anya just walks in for the day and there was a 1970s looking speaker box that looked almost taped up to the wall, and crudely at that, must’ve been some joke from Jimmy or maybe the new one who’s name I totally know how to spell. Then it cut on with a layer of static on its voice, sounding male-ish.]

> “what the- where is this place-? Where am- excuse me, ma’am? Ma’am?? Where is this place??”

> [The male voice sounded just as confused as Anya probably was. it looked out of place.]

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[Anya stood, confused. First off, what was that thing? Second, why was it here? She hadn’t recalled seeing it ever, so why now? She spoke, just as confused]

“Uhm…we’re on the Tulpar, a spaceship... Who are you and what are you doing here??”

—🌸

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> “oh-! Um- right-..”

> [that’s it Manuel, remember your manners.]

> “My name’s Manuel! And I have no idea! I don’t ever even get signals outside of the office building, nonetheless in a spaceship! so I’m just as confused as you are Ma’am!”

> [Manuel truly had no clue, heck he didn’t even know this lady! No offense. Surely this was a prank, right?]

> [Anya just walks in for the day and there was a 1970s looking speaker box that looked almost taped up to the wall, and crudely at that, must’ve been some joke from Jimmy or maybe the new one who’s name I totally know how to spell. Then it cut on with a layer of static on its voice, sounding male-ish.]

> “what the- where is this place-? Where am- excuse me, ma’am? Ma’am?? Where is this place??”

> [The male voice sounded just as confused as Anya probably was. it looked out of place.]

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[Anya stood, confused. First off, what was that thing? Second, why was it here? She hadn’t recalled seeing it ever, so why now? She spoke, just as confused]

“Uhm…we’re on the Tulpar, a spaceship... Who are you and what are you doing here??”

—🌸

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About Manuel or P.A.F

My parents have a “Festivus” party every year and this year I found this sign on their bedroom door

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Ooc: this feels like something that would be hung in the office during Christmas

My parents have a “Festivus” party every year and this year I found this sign on their bedroom door

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> “ D :‘ ”

> [the look of concern]

Your eye feels so familiar..

>"hahah!!!!!!!1 Eye dont see what you mean!~"

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> “I’ve seen others doing this so I wanted to as well!”

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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Ooc: welp, Manuel would be fucked even in the future.

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How does it feel watching mentally ill adults and children get chaotic or insane or whatever/AFFECTIONATE

I just imagine you in the background whenever shit goes down, watching everyone- lmaooo-

- 🩷

( @a-winter-elk 's mod )

> “lonely ’=[ ”

> [and sad, also fuck you Manuel! I’m here!]

> “you don’t count.”

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> “I’m doing.. decent! To say the least!”

> [locked up, this damned basement in the 1970 or whatever it was. Not that he hadn’t been, but times are now harsher, stupid fuckin bðs§§§§hÐjññxvßÐ-…….. Manuel was doing decently, the day had been harsh on him so far, stupid fuckin radiation containment room. Manuel chuckles lightly although it was a bit dry.]

> [Stadic, pure fucking static was slowly and quietly humming from a near by speaker before a beeping sound and shuffling, the sound of a certain voice rang out. You know him.]

> “hey’a Oliver! How ya doing?”

> [it was Manuel! He sounded about fine although a bit strained, maybe that was just the speaker though.]

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>"O-oh!!!! Manuel!!! H-h-how are you buddy?.....I-I kinda missed having someone normal to talk to...."

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A letter suddenly appears in front of you! Looks like it’s from Protag… it reads:

Dear Manuel,

Hey. Thank you again for the other day, sorry I left so suddenly.

Are you free today? Do you want to come over? If so, my address is [ REDACTED ]. You can visit whenever, works done for the day. Coworker convinced the boss to let me go home without overtime today.

Love, Protagonist.

> [Manuel reads over the letter before he does a double take to reread it, he was supper excited, he’d just have to get out of the office for once!.. that was easier said than done… well that wouldn’t stop him! Manuel grabs a pen and tries to write in his nicest handwriting, key word was tries. Manuel assumably writes out:

“Dear Protagonist,

I understood why you had to leave so soon, plus I think you look nicer with your face not rearranged and gray.

And I am free today and I’d love to go to your house when I’m done with work for the day (it will be done in an a bit since the boss is kinda strict)! I will get there as fast as I can be (with out leaving work early)

Love, Manuel!” ]

> [Manuel’s handwriting got smaller at the bottom due to the page he was writing on being small and he accidentally got some oil on it from a broken speaker box he had been working on. Manuel sends the letter off to Protag. Manuel was going to get ready since he wasn’t doing much currently.]

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> “yeah, your right.”

> [Manuel grabs Protag’s good hand, this time it was clearly intentional. Manuel walks at a slightly slower pace this time so he wasn’t dragging Protag about. The leaves looked beautiful as they fell from the trees in preparation for winter.]

A letter suddenly appears in front of you! Looks like it’s from Protag… it reads:

Dear Manuel,

Hey. Thank you again for the other day, sorry I left so suddenly.

Are you free today? Do you want to come over? If so, my address is [ REDACTED ]. You can visit whenever, works done for the day. Coworker convinced the boss to let me go home without overtime today.

Love, Protagonist.

> [Manuel reads over the letter before he does a double take to reread it, he was supper excited, he’d just have to get out of the office for once!.. that was easier said than done… well that wouldn’t stop him! Manuel grabs a pen and tries to write in his nicest handwriting, key word was tries. Manuel assumably writes out:

“Dear Protagonist,

I understood why you had to leave so soon, plus I think you look nicer with your face not rearranged and gray.

And I am free today and I’d love to go to your house when I’m done with work for the day (it will be done in an a bit since the boss is kinda strict)! I will get there as fast as I can be (with out leaving work early)

Love, Manuel!” ]

> [Manuel’s handwriting got smaller at the bottom due to the page he was writing on being small and he accidentally got some oil on it from a broken speaker box he had been working on. Manuel sends the letter off to Protag. Manuel was going to get ready since he wasn’t doing much currently.]

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> “no problem, I love you too.”

> [Manuel felt over the moon to hear Protag say that while not hyperventilating, Manuel was trying to not vibrate with excitement. Manuel loved Protag and wanted him to know that. Manuel wished Protag loved himself as much as he loved him.]

A letter suddenly appears in front of you! Looks like it’s from Protag… it reads:

Dear Manuel,

Hey. Thank you again for the other day, sorry I left so suddenly.

Are you free today? Do you want to come over? If so, my address is [ REDACTED ]. You can visit whenever, works done for the day. Coworker convinced the boss to let me go home without overtime today.

Love, Protagonist.

> [Manuel reads over the letter before he does a double take to reread it, he was supper excited, he’d just have to get out of the office for once!.. that was easier said than done… well that wouldn’t stop him! Manuel grabs a pen and tries to write in his nicest handwriting, key word was tries. Manuel assumably writes out:

“Dear Protagonist,

I understood why you had to leave so soon, plus I think you look nicer with your face not rearranged and gray.

And I am free today and I’d love to go to your house when I’m done with work for the day (it will be done in an a bit since the boss is kinda strict)! I will get there as fast as I can be (with out leaving work early)

Love, Manuel!” ]

> [Manuel’s handwriting got smaller at the bottom due to the page he was writing on being small and he accidentally got some oil on it from a broken speaker box he had been working on. Manuel sends the letter off to Protag. Manuel was going to get ready since he wasn’t doing much currently.]

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> “well I wouldn’t say thaaat.”

> [Manuel chuckles slightly and smiles at seeing Protag smile, surely Protag’s smile was contagious because Manuel thought and felt like it was. Manuel continues to hug Protag and pats the man’s back. Manuel hated seeing Protag cry, he hated seeing people crying in general, not in the hypocritical way.]

> “but I am serious, I promise that I win leave you unless you want me to and even then I’ll still always be there for you.”

> [Manuel’s face softens as he pulls back just enough for Protag to see his face and so he could see his.]

A letter suddenly appears in front of you! Looks like it’s from Protag… it reads:

Dear Manuel,

Hey. Thank you again for the other day, sorry I left so suddenly.

Are you free today? Do you want to come over? If so, my address is [ REDACTED ]. You can visit whenever, works done for the day. Coworker convinced the boss to let me go home without overtime today.

Love, Protagonist.

> [Manuel reads over the letter before he does a double take to reread it, he was supper excited, he’d just have to get out of the office for once!.. that was easier said than done… well that wouldn’t stop him! Manuel grabs a pen and tries to write in his nicest handwriting, key word was tries. Manuel assumably writes out:

“Dear Protagonist,

I understood why you had to leave so soon, plus I think you look nicer with your face not rearranged and gray.

And I am free today and I’d love to go to your house when I’m done with work for the day (it will be done in an a bit since the boss is kinda strict)! I will get there as fast as I can be (with out leaving work early)

Love, Manuel!” ]

> [Manuel’s handwriting got smaller at the bottom due to the page he was writing on being small and he accidentally got some oil on it from a broken speaker box he had been working on. Manuel sends the letter off to Protag. Manuel was going to get ready since he wasn’t doing much currently.]