#Log 004

[anony-002]

Log 004

Note: God..... really....?

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My SQUIP, "Rob", is....definitely not a normal SQUIP. He's no longer a nightmare creature, thank god, so its easier to study him now. It turns out, I drank Diet Mountain Dew to activate him. I didn't think the flavor had to be exact. That's what messed him up. He talks weird, he looks weird, but..that doesn't seem to bother him. I don't think SQUIPs should be this nice, this optimistic, based on what I've heard from Jeffrey. It turns out, he can't predict probabilities, so the entire reason I got him is...well, null. He's... I made a stupid mistake and now one of the nicest people- well- people adjacent? does it matter- people I've met since I switched timelines is...messed up because of me. I...I should be finding a way to fix that, but....I need to focus all my work into getting home...

[kgmilgramau]

(Ss1) Interrogation Log 003&004

Q.05 : who is the prisoners that you think difficult to get along with (dislike)

Q.06: who is your favorite prisoners?

-end5,6,-

[keithkoganevltrn]

Log 004: Kogane K. A.

Nothing major to report today. Everything seems to be in order. Nothing from either side of this all out war. Is it a holiday? Did I miss something? Is it Zarkon's birthday or something?

[dumb-diary-shit]

i can't write. i can't draw. i can't read. it's strange how the few things i am actually useful in are rendered useless beyond my control because my vision's been swimming and colors on a canvas no longer make sense and words on a paper can't add up and my pencil is untouched gathering dust on my cluttered desk. everything is cluttered. my bed. my floor. my room. my house. my parents, my siblings, my life. clutter everywhere. i don't know what to do. i still can't write. my notebooks are empty. i still can't draw. my paint is drying. i can't read. books are everywhere, stacked three feet tall, but none are ever opened beyond the 3rd page. i can't. isn't that strange. these are the only things i'm good for and i can't do them.

if i were a robot, could someone do a quick fix, update me, and let me get back to work? if i were a machine, could someone oil my rusted parts, and bring me back to efficiency? if i were anything but myself, could someone learn to love it enough to really fix it?

i want to be fixed. i want to be helped. someone please help me get back on my feet. someone please help me sit down. i'm tired. i haven't done anything. thinking tires me. that makes me quite stupid, doesn't it.

i've been sleeping. i've been lying down. i haven't been resting, don't worry.

i've been staring at a screen. i've been staring at a pen. i haven't been working, don't worry.

it's suddenly hard to live. it's suddenly a struggle to look my siblings in the eye. everything in my head is blocked out. i'm out of touch. things i want to do are suddenly tedious. inspiration, i covet, i grasp, it dissolves. ideas fizz out, and i'm tired again. the day goes by, scroll, try to do something useful, try not to break down when nothing happens, and scroll. then from all the nothing i'm doing i tell myself i've done too much for today and go to sleep, only to do the same thing tomorrow. i should try something else.

my brother calls me simple minded.

my sister still thinks i'm the brightest person in the world.

they ask me so many questions that i can never keep up with to answer. they need me for so many things they need me to help them hold to the ground as it keeps shifting and my head is up in the clouds and i can't tell them that i have the answers. i can't tell them that everything will be okay. i was good at lying before. i was good with words before. they're asking me how longer it's going to take for me to get it together. i say nothing. i say nothing because i don't think i ever will.

i don't see my brother too much anymore. i know i'm still his favorite sibling. i know that i'm still the only person in this house he ever wants to talk to. he's changing. he's seeing me for who i really am and he doesn't look at me like i'm his big sister. he used to look up and reach for my hand. he stares me in the eyes. i know this was coming. i know he's going to grow up. i know he already is. he doesn't come into my room anymore. i start coming into his.

my sister still has to look up to see me. my sister is small enough to fit between both of my hands. when i hold her, she feels like water slipping through my fingers, and i find myself desperate to close the gaps between the crevices, hoping that at least a few drops would still remain. she thinks i am the biggest person in the world and that i can do anything i want. i don't. she's going to grow up too. she still comes into my room. she still likes to play video games on my bed. sometimes i'm aware enough to tell her what games she is and she isn't allowed to play. sometimes, i'm aware enough to realize that she's growing up, because she doesn't always listen.

i can't write. i can't draw. i can't read.

my siblings knock on my door.

let's watch a movie together.

i put my things away and join them.

[saerins]

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꒰ঌꨄ︎໒꒱ — there’s a lot you don’t understand about what’s going on with sae, but he can say the same about you. question is, once you both find out more about each other, will your growing feelings stay the same?

content: itoshi sae x female reader. fluff/angst. profanity, alcohol, reader is fairly straightforward here, pining, jealousy, misunderstandings. word count: 5.8k

༝༚༝༚ slightly shorter chapter this week ^_^ hehe we’re getting closer to the messier/exciting parts so bear with me heh :) mwah ily guys <3

you’re starting to learn that maybe you can’t get your hopes up with itoshi sae.

a week later, you don’t hear anything from him. you both haven’t spoken since that night he took you out. not that you’re entirely too bothered—it’s a first for you, trying to get to know someone as in-demand as sae. (you don’t count eita because you’ve known him since before the fame.)

it doesn’t help that you don’t really have anyone to talk to about this. you promised sae that you wouldn’t spill, and you’re keeping that promise. somehow, it makes you feel a little warm inside; thinking that there is some sort of intimacy you share with sae that only the two of you know.

besides, even if you could talk to eita about it, you don’t want to. 

is it too quick for you to think you might fall for him?

falling for someone isn’t really in your life plans yet, especially after your last and only tumultuous relationship, but maybe itoshi sae is different. he sure seems like it.

the next week rolls around, and you still hear nothing from him. which is fine with you; you’ve resigned yourself to thinking what’s yours will be yours and not to force anything… even if you spend most of your idle time wondering if sae is ever going to post anything on his private account. did he really just create it solely because you asked him to?

you can see that he logs in to it, judging by his icon on that little viewer list in your stories. but that’s the extent to which you see him online. he doesn’t reply, or do anything much. considering his normal account is probably mainly run by his team, you guess you shouldn’t expect too much from him.

still, maybe it’s a little pathetic of you to be wearing his cap so frequently. it’s sort of become a staple piece for you, somehow. to be fair, there’s hardly any dress code in place for you to follow and considering the bulk of your workwear is mostly casual, it fits right into your style. although, after sumi pointed out one day that it’s a luxury brand and that it costs more than you would personally ever spend on a cap (even if you had the means to), you try to wear it less often. (though that seems like a waste considering it was given to you.)

“you know, you gave the boss a really good scoop, enough to last for a few months,” sumi points out during lunch, taking a lick of her vanilla ice cream as the both of you sit out on the roof, escaping the cramped office. “so why do you look so stressed?”

honestly, you didn’t even realise you did. you thought you were being normal, but it has been a while since you had a normal crush on someone, and since itoshi sae is certainly not just a normal somebody, maybe you had been acting a little off, always waiting for a text, a call even, something.

“nothing, i just haven’t been able to get a good sleep lately,” you lie, hoping that sumi won’t pry.

she doesn’t.

“hm, it’s friday today,” she hums, pondering. “maybe you should find a few of your friends, get out, let loose, you know?”

later at your desk, the clock almost striking 5pm, you think maybe you should. because as much as you love your chill friday nights alone (mainly because your mom is barely home on the weekends), you don’t think it’ll do you much good if you keep mulling over the same old thing.

but just as you’re about to go pester eita again, he gets to you first, his timing impeccable today.

there’s an aching disappointment in your chest when you realise sae isn’t going to be there. maybe it’s just the glaring difference between the life of a celebrity versus someone normal like you. his schedule must usually be packed to the brim after all.

whatever, you’ll let him come back to you on his own time. for now, all you want to do for the weekend is to spend it having fun with the guys and settling everything you need to on saturday and spend sunday to yourself.

this possible thing between you and sae, whatever it could be, can wait. you’re not in any rush. at least, that’s what your head tells you.

your heart feels something different.

it’s only the second time you’re actually hanging out with eita’s friends, but you’re not regretting it one bit. even on the day of the event they’d been welcoming to you, and tonight is no exception.

they’re all sat around the wooden table on the balcony, a ton of beer cans and liquor bottles littered across the table. you sit on the long end, on the long chair, right beside eita, sides of your bodies always pressed close together that it makes a glint form in oliver’s eyes.

he’s still curious, not out of concern but just because, about you and eita and sae and how everything is going to tie together. it’s not everyday he sees eita being okay with a girl that close to him and not complain that she’s a bother. it’s also not everyday that sae creates a private account. oliver got bored and saw one day that you were the first person he followed.

you must really be something.

“where even is sae today?” you hear sendou ask, a hiccup following suit. “i finally come over and he’s not even here.”

he’s sitting on your other side, his profile strangely reminding you of the very guy he’s asking about. maybe it’s the way his hair is a lighter shade of pink, maybe even his sharp jawline. his eyes are different though, more expressive, and universally soft somehow.

you remember how sae’s can look soft, his teal eyes turning gentle whenever you try to approach him. but it wasn’t that way when you first met him, that’s a given.

“i don’t know, said he was too tired,” oliver sighs, stretching in his seat.

“wasn’t he just with bianca yesterday?” yukimiya asks, oblivious to oliver’s glee.

it kind of stings, but you stay quiet, the alcohol slowly seeping into your system. you can feel eita leaning against you a little bit more, and his presence has always been comforting, so you let him.

sendou hums, index finger tapping against his near-empty beer can. “is that still going on? how long has their relationship status been a mystery already?”

karasu snorts, nudging sendou on the elbow. “salty just ‘cause you tried to ask her out and she rejected you?”

as you sit quietly and observe, it seems that sendou was once at an event with her too—apparently, he had asked her for her number and she didn’t even want to give it to him. and then a month later she “met sae and was all over him”, according to karasu.

with the exception of eita, who sits quietly beside you, they start a debate on whether or not sae’s finally starting to see bianca in a different light. or, as sendou points out, “maybe they’ve been a thing all along and just hid it really well from everyone.” it’s not exactly something you want to listen to, even if you are the most curious you’ve ever been about a guy, so you block it out from your ears. 

but oliver leans forward, resting his chin on the liquor bottle in front of him, staring straight at you. you’ve never really noticed it but his eyes are really beautiful, the different shades of green and purple making him seem ethereal just like that. 

“you’re a girl, y/n, what do you think?” he asks you, a lazy drawl in his tone.

mirroring his actions, you bat your eyelashes at him, looking innocent as ever when you answer him. “i think you guys should stop talking about that her behind her back like that,” you say, earning a raise of oliver’s brows in return. he’s surprised, to say the least, but not in a bad way.

it’s not even that you don’t want to hear about her. you’re wantonly curious, especially since you’re beginning to realise your small hint of emotions towards sae, but something tells you that these guys wouldn’t be too kind with their words if you egg them on.

karasu gives you a nod of approval that you miss before he leans back in the chair, whispering to yukimiya, “at least we all know shidou won’t totally hate y/n.” but it’s too soft for you to hear, and you probably won’t even be able to make sense of it even if you did, not with the gradually increasing level of alcohol in your system.

between intentionally drinking to not be a pathetic mess who keeps thinking about her potential love life and having to drink because you’re usually good at drinking games but not when oliver is around with the way he keeps beating you at everything, you happen not to notice a lot of things.

at one point, oliver has replaced sendou next to you, whispering snarky comments in your ear in between games. he’s not the flirting kind, at least not to you, and he doesn’t push your boundaries physically either—he’s more akin to a friend you’d love to gossip with. that’s why you don’t even think much when he tilts his camera towards you, taking a selfie with both you and eita in it.

just a normal picture of friends hanging out, oliver leaning against your legs, propped up on the chair, your own head leaning into the crook of eita’s neck, all of you evidently tipsy from the dazed look in your eyes.

what neither of you notice is oliver’s smirk as he posts the picture onto his private, betting on his target audience of one to see it.

and now, he’ll just have to wait.

one hour later, the doorbell rings and yukimiya’s eyes glance over to eita, comfortable with an arm around you, and he takes it as his cue to open the door. eita’s probably too reluctant to move and he’ll let whoever it is at the door keep at it for hours before he’ll answer the poor guy.

he’s expecting some random food delivery, maybe from karasu because he’s been whining about wanting some chicken with his beer, or maybe even shidou showing up at the last minute from his other party. but this? the person he’s staring at in the eyes right now, is the last person he expected to see tonight. 

“wait, i thought you weren’t coming?” yukimiya asks, but oliver’s already shouting from the balcony.

“hey, sae, what the fuck are you doing here?” he asks from the balcony, taking a swig of his beer.

beside him, you hear sae’s name and your head immediately whips around to look at the door. there he is, looking tired as ever but he’s there, in the flesh, dressed in all black, jacket and sweats, teal eyes finding you from all the way across the house.

sae wordlessly walks past yukimiya, the latter following behind him, still shocked that he’s even present. sure looks like sae always means it when he says he wouldn’t come to gatherings like these.

when he gets to the balcony, earning a cock of oliver’s brow, sae tilts his head, “i was invited, wasn’t i? what’s so surprising about that?”

oliver snickers at sae’s blatant avoidance of the question. deciding he wouldn’t get anything out of him anyway, he shrugs and accepts it. besides, he can already see that sae’s too busy trying to calculate if there’s enough space for him to sit beside you, with the way his eyes are scanning your surroundings. maybe it doesn’t help how eita’s so clingy with you, his arm still around you even when you’ve already straightened up.

both sae and eita are just staring blankly at each other, and everyone is aware of it except for you, because your head’s a little dizzy and you’re still thinking whether sae popping up here is a figment of your imagination.

you’re not that drunk, are you?

you get your answer when a shadow looms over your body, the familiar scent of his cologne wafting into your nose. he smells the same he did that night you kissed him.

“what, this seat taken?” sae asks, and you dumbly look down at the small edge of space beside you.

no, it’s not, but you’re probably going to have to squeeze between him and eita if he sits there, no more legroom. you shift anyway, eita making space (albeit reluctantly), the way sae ends up being so close to you enough to send your mind into overdrive. you’re still wondering why he showed up.

you, and everyone else. not oliver though. he knows why. and it’s not like he wants to intentionally make you cough out your feelings but it looks like the other guys who are oblivious to your feelings are steering in that direction. 

“no bianca today?” karasu asks, a mocking tone in his voice.

sae doesn’t show an ounce of emotion, though. “wasn’t with her.”

“why not? scared we’re gonna make you two make out again like last time?” yukimiya asks, finally relaxing back in his seat. he says it jokingly, although you know the sentence at hand probably isn’t a joke.

“wait wait wait, you two made out?” sendou asks, incredulous, mirroring your exact thoughts. 

a jealousy creeps up your spine, engulfing your alcohol-riddled distractions. some part of you wants to know what it’d be like to be kissed by him. you purse your lips into a firm line, wondering if you were being an accidental homewrecker by kissing him that night.

“it was just a game,” sae responds, making no moves to drink the beer handed to him.

eita pulls his arms away, moving in favour of getting you a drink. it’s not that he even knows anything that’s going on between you and sae, but he can tell by how you’re stiffening up that you’re probably a little affected. he slides a shot over to you, and you down it with ease.

ignoring the way the other guys keep harping on the topic, sae turns his attention to you, flicking the tip of the cap he gave you, and you shift your gaze to look up at him, the small smirk he gives you when you do making your heart flutter again.

why is it so easy for him to do that to you?

“haven’t sold my cap yet?”

you thank the heavens you’re not too tipsy to be normal. “i’m holding out for higher bids, actually,” you quip, grinning. “you can offer one too if you want it back.”

sae hums, head tilted again as he ponders while staring at you. slowly, he leans down to your ear, whispering so only you can hear him, “how much do i have to bid for you to keep it?”

maybe it’s the liquor, but you feel your cheeks heat up. it can’t be his close proximity. it can’t be the way he’s so close that you can see the beating pulse on his neck. it can’t be the way you think you look more intimate here than you should. definitely can’t be the way all the guys have noticed and are giving each other looks.

why does he even want you to keep it? is this some sort of abstract way that he’s using to tell you that you’re not an accidental homewrecker?

you make a mental reminder to yourself to never get drunk in front of sae. you don’t want to end up blurting out some less-than-decent thoughts of yours.

“what’s wrong? too tipsy now to talk back?” sae asks, and you can only pout at him, not in your usual condition to think of smart comebacks. it makes the corner of his lips tug upwards just a little bit more than usual, his hand coming up to teasingly push the cap down further—in that seemingly affectionate way he does.

and maybe it isn’t such a good idea to agree to continue to play games, not when you got roped into never have i ever and karasu, to the delight of oliver, said he has never fucked anyone at this table. seeing that only you and eita put a finger down, everyone can tell there’s probably a complicated history between you and eita. not that you owe them any explanation, though you kind of do feel the urge to tell sae that it was in the past.

you steal a glance at him beside you, the mild look of surprise befallen on his handsome face. you wonder if he thinks badly of you now. you wonder if he’ll think badly of you when he sees what your life is really like. will he think you’re just going to be a stain on his fancy life that it’ll be better off not knowing you?

or maybe… maybe he has a complicated past too. with bianca.

funnily enough, eita loses after yukimiya says he’s never had sex with more than five girls. the disappointing part is you didn’t really get to know anything interesting about sae.

“hey, you feeling okay? you can stop playing if you wanna,” sae tells you later on, after god knows how many minutes have passed and you’re already onto the next game. you don’t even know why you agreed to play two truths one dare in the first place when you know it’ll just be a shitshow for you. 

over the course of x minutes, you’d managed to learn many things, some of which being that karasu and eita had shared a girl in bed, that yukimiya dared to do a body shot on oliver, that sae would consider bianca an important person to him, and that you really can’t make up your mind to go big or go home because oliver had just dared you to spend seven minutes in heaven with anyone of your choosing.

of course, you can safely choose eita and trust him not to do anything if you told him to. but on the flip side, you can choose who you really want. even if you’re not so sure he’d want to anymore.

“you can always choose me,” oliver jokes, lifting the mood. although the smirk on his face makes you question it. “i’ll definitely show you a good time.”

while you’re having an internal dilemma, karasu and sendou are in the background teasing oliver for being fake, saying that he shouldn’t be offering that if he’s already interested in miss manager.

but you snap out of it when the irritated sigh you hear out of sae somehow feels like the world is sending you a sign. in some way. you’re not sure if you’re reaching—is he bothered by oliver’s comments? and why does oliver look so smug all of a sudden?

you’re beginning to regret not being sober, you can’t figure this shit out. but what you do figure out is what you want to do. why think so much about tomorrow when the present is right here?

so you don’t pay it any more thoughts, getting up and dragging sae with you by the shirt, ignoring all the commotion left behind by the guys, save for eita who only stares blankly at you as you drag sae into his own room and lock the door.

“oh shit, sorry dude, didn’t mean to—”

“for the last time, just friends,” otoya snaps, cutting karasu off, although not even sendou believes him. for someone who doesn’t even care to treat people nicely, sendou can at least see that eita treats you a fair bit better than anyone else.

in the room, sae can only watch blankly as you stumble over your feet before finally settling on the edge of otoya’s bed. the envious, green side of him can’t help but wonder how many times you’d been here, in his room, with him. though it’s kind of amusing how you chose to bring sae in here now.

from what sae can tell, you’re probably a little more tipsy than you should be in these types of situation, and a part of him is relieved that you’re not here with anyone else. if you were here with otoya, would you be fooling around by now?

“so, thought you were too tired to show up—what happened?” you ask from where you are on the bed, body swaying slightly, eyes threatening to close.

the moment he takes a seat next to you, you lean close, your head coming to rest on his shoulder, and sae has no doubt that you’d already drank a lot before he came. proximity this close, he can smell the shampoo in your hair, can feel how soft it is.

“i couldn’t sleep, got bored, that’s all.”

your shoulders vibrate slightly as you giggle, pulling away, a suspicious glint in your eyes. “damn, and here i thought you came for me.”

even when you’re intoxicated you still have such a smart mouth. sae shrugs, his gaze turning ever so soft, like every time before when he looks at you. there’s something about you that he can’t quite place, something that makes him act so differently than he usually does, and for once he doesn’t hate it. “did you want me to?”

not taking the bait, you keep up your casual demeanour, even if your eyelids feel heavy and you’re about five seconds away from just passing right out on the bed.

“you know, it’s fine to say you missed me and wanted to see me,” you tell him, grin wide as ever, almost infectious. you’re only surviving on liquid courage right now, the way you unashamedly try to flirt. though, if sae isn’t moving away, does that mean he doesn’t mind?

he looks off to the side, pondering for a while before turning back to you with a straight face, “i missed you, wanted to see you.”

for a moment, you feel like your heart might stop.

“is that what you wanna hear?”

almost instinctively, you grab the stray pillow lying on the bed and fling it at sae, earning an amused laugh from him but you barely realise it, too caught up in the frustration that his words were just strung together to entertain you as opposed to his actual feelings.

crossing your arms, you look away, the exhaustion of the day coupled with the dread of tomorrow nipping away at your consciousness. “don’t patronise me, itoshi sae,” you huff, and you miss the way he looks at you with a smile on his face.

will you remember any of this tomorrow? you’re not drunk, but you’re not exactly thinking straight either.

“were you… very busy this past week?”

your question is voiced so softly, almost like you’re afraid to ask, and sae realises maybe he should’ve at least told you he wouldn’t be able to make it as early as he thought he would.

“yeah, i was.”

technically, he isn’t lying. he was back in japan last saturday, but maybe he had been too wrapped up in his thoughts to do anything else.

“with bianca?”

it’s even softer this time, and for some reason, sae’s almost kind of relieved you’re asking. he just doesn’t know what it is.

“no, not really,” he tells you. it’s complicated, and you don’t even have context; he wouldn’t even know where to begin talking to you about it.

you put your legs up on the bed, hiding your face between your knees, and sae’s left wondering whether alcohol really makes that much of a difference. you seem bold, shy and teasing all at once. his hat is still on your head, your thoughts coming out into the open.

“are you… involved with her?” your voice is muffled, but he hears you loud and clear.

a small smile dawns onto his face, safe from your view. he doesn’t really know the implications of you asking the question, but he likes how you don’t beat around the bush. it’s nice not having to constantly guess what you really mean.

and maybe it’s you rubbing off on him, but he doesn’t answer it straight.

“curious, y/n?”

when you lift your head up to look at him, you see the widest smile he’s ever given you, objectively much smaller and way more subtle than everyone else, but it’s a smile all the same and it makes your heart beat faster in your chest.

“yes,” you answer honestly, because you’re not sure when exactly you’re going to pass out but you have a feeling it’ll be soon and eita’s bed is just so soft.

sae is only mildly stunned by how straightforward you are, so he decides to do you a favour. he doesn’t usually like divulging things like this; topics that bring gossip and are undoubtedly going to come back to him if it gets out. what’s more, you work for a sports magazine so you can totally use this against him, but it isn’t even that you’re intoxicated right now, but more so that he feels he can trust you with it.

slowly, he reaches his hand over, and for once he tips the cap upwards a little so he can see your eyes when he tells you, “stupid, i’m not involved with anyone.” is that clear enough for you? he’s not sure why but he hopes it is.

what does he even want with you?

the moment you hear it, you break out into a wide smile, genuine and actually infectious this time because sae feels the corners of his lips threatening to pull upwards even more. what the heck is this feeling?

“really? i’m so relieved,” you exhale, voice a little airy, looking a little too pretty that sae immediately pulls the cap back downwards. “so,” you move on, adjusting it back in position, daring to move closer to him, face so close to his own that he has nowhere else to look except straight into your eyes. “we have four minutes left. will you grant me whatever i want, itoshi sae?”

you have a habit of calling him by his full name. he makes a mental reminder to get you to change that. not tonight though, he doesn’t want you to forget.

it’s weird how he feels around you; why does he feel so overwhelmed yet want more both at the same time? he swallows the lump in his throat, keeping his composure, “depends, you’re pretty demanding, tell me first and i’ll consider.”

“itoshi sae, i’m not!” you refute, punching him playfully on the arm and he has to hold your arm to stop you from falling off the bed. “i don’t know. the guys outside are probably expecting us to fuck or something.”

there you go, unfiltered and he kind of likes it. his fingers are still around your wrist.

but the answer is crystal clear to him.

“no.”

“huh?” it takes you a while to process. given that the only thoughts in your head as of right now are only: what does sae think of you and eita? and bianca is important to him. “what if it was just a kiss?”

he hums, then shakes his head. “nope.”

“wait, am i not pretty enough for you or something?”

you’re whining and sae finds it cute of all things. you have a tendency to misunderstand, so maybe he needs to adjust how he talks to you. he’ll see. but before he can even say anything else, your head falls into his chest, your regular breathing the only sound that fills the room after. he’s perplexed and amused all at once; how did you manage to fall asleep so quickly?

contrary to your thoughts, sae has always thought you were pretty, ever since the first night he met you. even in your private account where you post yourself in hoodies too big for your body and no makeup, clad in sweats—still pretty.

sae sighs, his fingers stroking your hair now that you’re asleep, and whispering in your ear only when you’re not able to hear him.

“if i do that, i think i’ll end up wanting more.” and you’re drunk and that’s not what he really wants.

but he does give you what you ask for, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.

that’ll have to do for now.

“so, nothing happened?” sendou asks, bored, as sae carries you on his back as he comes out of the room.

you’re passed out and drooling on his shoulder and he doesn’t really care about that.

“it’s sae, c’mon, did you expect something?” karasu laughs, all of them coming in from the balcony because in the seven minutes both of you had spent in the room, it managed to start raining. “maybe if it was bianca, y’know, then maybe.”

sae ignores all their passing comments, choosing to walk over to otoya, “hey, she passed out, i’m just gonna take her home.”

as much as sae isn’t particularly fond of otoya, he’s probably your closest friend here and he doesn’t want him to think he’s just going to take advantage of you.

otoya’s green eyes flicker to the clock on the wall before he shakes his head, speaking softly so the others won’t hear. “nah, just put her in the guest bedroom. i’ll send her back in the morning. you can head back first.”

there’s an irritation that builds up inside him, but sae maintains his emotionless expression, remembering that otoya knows you much more than he does. “i could just—”

“she doesn’t want to go home tonight,” otoya cuts in, a warning glare in his eyes. “trust me.”

suddenly, sae remembers the last time he met you, your swollen cheek and the way your eyes were glazed over. and he wants to ask otoya what it’s all about but this is about you, and he really shouldn’t ask someone else.

“fine,” sae concedes. if whatever’s at home makes you miserable, he won’t bring you there. “i’ll put her in there before i go.”

there’s a lot more otoya would like to ask sae, because oliver’s not the only one curious at sae’s seemingly odd behaviour. he wants to know what exactly he thinks about you, but everyone’s still around and it’s not a good time, so he sucks it up and lets it go for tonight.

as sae puts you down on the bed and pulls the blanket over you, he gets a brief flashback of the night he set bianca down in her hotel room. you’re both so similar, and yet not at all.

and when he’s about to turn and go, your fingers reach out to tug at the hem of his jacket sleeve, almost effectively making sae’s heart leap out of his chest. your eyes are still shut, so there’s no chance you’re actually conscious right now. still, your mouth opens.

“stay with me?”

sae stills. do you know it’s him? or do you think he’s otoya? either way, you and bianca really are similar, even when you’re not completely awake. so why… why are his reactions so different?

it’s not like he has anything on tomorrow, so it’s really no imposition.

before he knows it, he’s sitting on the floor, right next to where you sleep on the bed, your fingers enveloped in his palm, his head propped on the mattress, his own exhaustion catching up to him.

it’s been a messy week; trying to gather his thoughts about you every single time he’s free, having to talk to bianca and thinking about that, and then coming back just to see oliver and otoya so close to you that it bothers him a little. finding out about you and otoya takes the cake, though.

how special is otoya to you?

the question lingers unanswered as he drifts to sleep, both of you subconsciously finding comfort in the other’s innocent warmth.

the next morning when you wake up, you’re half shocked half happy to find sae where he is, sleeping there peacefully, the previous night’s exhaustion dissipating from his face.

did he take care of you last night? you can only hope you didn’t puke in front of him. that would be embarrassing.

you’d like to stay, wait for him to wake up and talk to him and make sure you didn’t say or do anything too out of line because your memory’s a little foggy, bits and pieces that you can’t quite piece together or even tell if they’re real or dreams.

but you can’t.

you remember what day it is today and reluctantly get out of bed. though, feeling a little cheeky, you quietly grab a small black marker out of the drawer, suppressing a grin as you scribble on sae’s palms, hoping he won’t wake up from this.

a couple hours later, by the time sae gets up, the bed is cold and still undone. it’s already noon, and somehow the first thing he thinks of when he wakes up is you—are you already home? did otoya send you?

but the question that pops up in the forefront of his mind when he sees otoya lazing around on his couch later on is none of that.

and to be fair, otoya has the very same question in his head.

“do you like her or something? y/n.”

otoya is the one to ask, eyes still glued onto his phone screen, typing something out. sae can’t help but wonder if he’s talking to you. 

“what’s it to you?” sae asks. he can hear the snores of the other guys coming from otoya’s room.

otoya shrugs. “just curious. she’s my best friend after all.”

there’s a certain possessiveness in the way he says it that rubs sae the wrong way. still, sae supposes that if otoya’s your best friend, he shouldn’t be too impulsive with his words.

“maybe i like her,” sae says, the tension in the air getting thicker.

“in what way?” otoya still hasn’t looked up from his phone.

“same way you do.”

“i don’t know what you mean.”

otoya scoffs, both of them acting coy with one another. “bianca and y/n, huh? busy guy,” otoya sighs, tossing his phone aside and getting up, walking towards sae, hands in his pocket. both of them are staring the other down, feeling the situation out. “i think i suit y/n better, you can have bianca.”

now it’s sae’s turn to scoff, sharp eyes piercing through otoya’s own. “why don’t we let y/n decide for herself, huh?” he quips, before grabbing his car keys out of his pocket and leaving through the front door.

as he settles down in his car and turns the engine on, it’s only then that he realises the black marks on his palm. 

thank you ᡣ𐭩

somehow, just one look at it is enough to ease the tension on his shoulders.

you really can do wonders.

extras !

otoya’s hostility towards sae was intentional.

sae didn’t try to wash your writing off—he let it fade away naturally.

if yn was sober, she would’ve not been as straightforward as he was in the room with sae. but she definitely would’ve flustered sae a lot more with her playful personality.

the whole time, oliver was live recounting the events of the night to miss manager, all of which are left on read.

if bianca had been there, sae would have been a lot more cautious about his actions and probably wouldn’t have acted too close to y/n.

random fact #1: otoya plays bass, used to perform in a band back in university. part of how he got so many girls interested in him but he was always with y/n which made a lot of them unhappy.

random fact #2: sae has never really been jealous before so now that he’s feeling it, he’s a lot more sensitive to it than normal people.

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[mephone-x]

LOG [ 004 ] .

[ HELLO WORLD . ]

[ DID YOU MISS ME . HA HA . JUST KIDDING . I CAN ' T LAUGH . ]

[ IF YOU ARE CURIOUS AS TO WHERE I WENT , LOOK AT WHAT I FOUND AND BROUGHT INSIDE . ]

[ THIS PICTURE WAS QUITE A WHILE AGO , HOWEVER . THE THING STOPPED MOVING AFTER A WHILE . ]

[ I AM NOT SURE WHY , I NEVER DELETED IT . I MERELY HELD IT . ]

[ EITHER WAY , I FOUND IT IMPORTANT TO SHARE THIS RARE OCCURENCE . ]

[rw-repurposed]

Scavenger Chieftains

They are the chieftains who served their people within Chasing Wind's facility ground. For more of their tribe lore, you can check Chasing Wind's log regarding the tribes.

Recorded Broadcast #004 - 1700.115 - Chasing Wind

Each of these chieftains is regarded highly within their tribes.

Sama-Sama is the KING of the Megakarta Kingdom. He leads his people well and wise. He is a long relative to Kami-Kami, the chieftain of the Urbaningrum Tribe.

Kami-Kami is the chieftain of Urbaningrum Tribe. Urbaningrum was the old city of CW's ancients before they moved up to Megakarta, now it's inhabited by Kami-Kami's tribe.

Kaya-Kaya is the greedy chieftain of the Old Mine Tribe. This tribe is the richest of all scavenger tribes- living within old mine vaults filled with pearls and minerals stored tightly by their elites.

Rawa-Rawa is the elusive Chieftain of the Swampland Tribe. He was a young Chieftain for a scavenger, but he leads the Swamp Tribe fairly and hunts food in the swamp alongside them- making him popular amongst the tribe.

Baja-Baja is the cruel leader of the Scavenger Pirates that dwell within the Garbage Disposal Region. These pirates are outcasts from the 10 scavenger tribes that formed into Pirates under Baja-Baja that steal resources and kidnap younglings from the other tribes to grow as their own. They are violent and hostile toward anything.

Poho-Poho is the fearless leader of the Giant Forest Tribe. The tribe lives in the dense giant forest filled with the most dangerous creatures in the facility ground. Which is why they are the most athletic and combat-trained tribe of all. Their outfits are all camouflaged and they used Grapple Worms and tamed Cyan Lizards to swing and boost from branches to branches.

Tani-Tani is the Agriculture Complex Chieftess with the choir of an angel. The Farmers (As they called themselves) Are experts in musical instruments, controlling the plants to their will using the sound of music. This is how they overcame the carnivorous plants all over the complex.

Buki-Buki is the wise chieftain of the Upstream Tribe. She led the tribe over cliffs and waterfalls of the freezing cold Upstream, where they insulated themselves with their natural fur and warm fur cloaks they shaved from the Wool Deers.

Jaga-Jaga is the Elder Monk of Mt.Everhigh Scavenger Monks. The Mountain Monks are a secretive group of Scavengers that live on the peak of Mt.Everhigh, there, they praise and pray to the Echoes. Self-immolating their limbs and wearing Echo Masks and were enlightened by the presence of Echoes. They are the only tribe that practices the religion of the ancients of the past.

Huta-Huta is the Guardian of the Sanctuary Protectors of the Green Sanctuary. The Sanctuary Protectors are a group of Scavengers that were engineered and trained to protect the Green Sanctuary by CW's admin, Stains of Shadow Over a Realm's Sorrow. The sanctuary keeps all kinds of creatures and plants that over time spread throughout the facility ground, and the Protectors must keep it balanced.

[M.I.A]

Aku-Aku is the brutal Commando of Chasing Wind's Skyvenger. He serves CW as his Commando of the Skyvenger troops patrolling the Facility Ground, Defending their outposts, and quenching any attacks from the other Scavenger tribes. The attached wings and limbs gave the Skyvenger advantages over the other Scavengers.

Character List

[floret-affini-research]

RESEARCH LOG 004

RESEARCHER M. Florez

Opening file...

I have now concluded my second day in this vessel. I have gathered much more information to where I am unsure what to do with. It appears that the Affini have a form of immortality called "blooming" where they are able to shed their current form and remove signs of aging and damage. It appears that as long as their "core" remains intact, they are functionally immortal. The affini known as Verdianthos Arum (who from now on shall be known as Ms. Verdi in my reports) seemed quite joyous to share this information with me. I wonder if perhaps she is a researcher like me, exploring the many wonders of the cosmos. I wonder if she'll allow me to accompany her on an expedi- That is besides the point. She was very helpful in giving me the information I asked for.

I have also learned very startling information that explains how these beings were able to defeat the Terrans so easily. It appears that the Affini are able to produce several toxins that can cause many effects in the human body, including increased sense of touch, unconsciousness, paralysis, hypnotic trance, and memory loss. These appear to be distributed both as a form of injection directly from the Affini's many vines or as a aerosol to cover a larger area. They also have strange eyes in thay they appear to give a hypnotic pulse when stared it. They seem to just pull you in without you quite realizing what has happened. While they are terrifyingly large creatures composed of living flora, even I must admit that she- they are fascinating to study.

As for the "floret", it appears to genuinely believe that it is being cared for the the best it can be. It has told me that it feels no hardship and that "everything will be alright with Mistress!" I still am uneasy of these Affini being seen as "owners" of terrans who are inundated with the toxins they produce. However, I cannot deny that the terran does appear to be joyous even without the toxins coursing in its' system. It informed me that it does not remember much about its' life before meeting Ms. Verdi Verdianthos Arum, only that it was "a biiiit of a trouble maker" I shall have to ask the affini more about the domestication progress when the day comes again. I can, at least, conclude so far that the terrans are indeed treated well and taken care of. I have tried the food they prepare it is a remarkable increase in quality from the rations I have been limiting myself to. However, I wil still limit myself primarily to food I can be certain has not been tampered with.

I will conclude today with a log of my current health to ensure I am able to provide at my upmost capacity. I will ensure to provide this for each following report.

Physical health: Optimal, no new concerns or conditions

Mental health: Below average, high levels of stress

Emotional health: Neutral, high levels of stress

Addendum: I know not why I included parts that appear to show a degree of respect for the Affini or why I have started using an abbreviated form of her name. It appears for some reason that I am unable to remove these parts from my report no matter how I try. I am growing worried that perhaps I too am beginning to turn or that perhaps I am being exposed with an aerosol of the toxins. I shall have to make sure I keep my guard up. May the starts protect me from her.

[defilerwyrm]

Snake Training Log 004

Stage: 2

Trainees: Seiryū

Duration: 30 minutes

We're back, and Seiryū is hungry again. She spent the first ~5 minutes frozen in a loose withdrawal posture to watch me. After that, she spent the remainder of the time glass surfing and poking around looking for mice.

She came right up to the front glass repeatedly. Once she was in hunting mode, she paid me no mind.

I want to run one more session after she's eaten, and if she's relaxed in my presence then, we'll move on to stage 3!

Enyo is not counted as a trainee for this morning because she spent the entire time asleep.

[good-beanswrites]

es should go through the blender but my finger is tired of holding down the button. so i shall pass the blender to you (with an es nui in it). do whatever you wish with them.

Oh why thank you :) I will take the blender gladly :) *Tosses some T2 angst into the blender* *adds a little bit of funky structure/style* *gives it a little pinch of headcanons* *and another pinch of random angst I got from ace attorney at 14 and never forgot* :) BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Caretaker Log J.16.7.2

Summary – The Warden’s condition continues to worsen since last entry. All decline remains self-inflicted. 

J.16.7.2-M – Sleep deprivation has resulted in mood swings and irritability. Though denied by the Warden, extreme distress, melancholy, and laughter have been noted. They lash out verbally and physically toward the prisoners (1) only to apologize at a later time. Observations (2) result in speculation that hallucinations are another symptom. 

J.16.7.2-B – The Warden's obsession with notetaking remains steady, though most pages of planning are merely rewritten versions of earlier notes. Their nightly ritual has grown more rigorous: four cups of coffee ingested in the time between dinner and the kitchen’s closing. A fifth cup is brought back to the courtroom, where the Warden will once again sleep on the ground. (Refer to J.5.5.2.B for initial detail.) 

J.16.7.2-P – Sleep deprivation and/or caffeine intake has caused shakiness and overall weakness. They show severe eyebags and have not changed into nightclothes in several days. Though they wash themself and fresh civilian clothes have been provided, they insist on returning to the uniform. Motor skills (3) and computation abilities have suffered.

J.16.7.2-S – The Warden spends their days around the prisoners, but avoids participating in all necessary conversations and activities regardless of invitation (4). They limit speech to the Caretaker only about their denied request (5), though they can be coaxed into conversation when fatigue overtakes them.

(1) After 005 offered the Warden something to help with their sleep, they threw the pills to the ground and shouldered past with force; 008 attempted to read the Warden’s notes, and they slapped her hand away.

(2) Flinched away from 003 even when standing still; shocked expression at 004's face despite nothing out of the ordinary; looked nauseous and refused to eat fresh fruit from the dining hall; interrupted a conversation with 010 to listen to silence.

(3) Handwriting has grown nearly intelligible; dropped one of their coffee cups and nearly panicked at the subsequent breakage and spill.

(4) Left the room when 002 began setting up a game; ignored 001's encouragement to join him for a meal; refused to answer personal questions from 006; snapped at 007 when trying to begin a lighthearted conversation.

(5) Request submitted on 30.8.2 for padlocks to fit supply closet and cell doors.

Appendix. Subjective caretaker commentary – Poor kid. I’m glad it’ll all be over soon. 

[royalnavyart]

♰ ⋅⋆ ─── Comic Log 004 ─── ⋆⋅ ♰

Uhtred: You offered to trade what??

Alfred: Uhtred, let's not fight. Not now.

/jk that’s not the actual dialogue i have planned for this panel … but hell maybe it should be ( ‾̀◡‾́)✨

[rollerderbydropout]

[ MISSION DEBRIEF, CORSAIR-A004. ]

[ LOG #004-1, POST-DEPLOYMENT INTERVIEW WITH CORSAIR "BISHOP, MYLES", CALLSIGN "LAND-SHARK" "SHARKO". ]

[ BEGIN LOG; ]

((CW // DESCRIPTION OF INJURY AND ADDICTION.))

[ Sallow and sunken-looking, the unmistakable silhouette of Myles Bishop sits, folded over himself, on the edge of a cot. His slipsuit hangs off of his almost skeletal frame, half-removed down to his waist, exposing gaunt ribs and red, inflamed chemical ports. His skin blisters and welts around the black circlets embedded into his wrists. With each breath, his chest makes a sickly rattling sound; With each exhale, his face regains an ounce of color. Thick, black hair sticks to his slick forehead, partially obscuring wide, bloodshot eyes. Each breath seems to cause his shivering to quell for little more than a fleeting instant. Trembling, shaking, pulling at the edges of his fingernails until his nailbeds become pink and puffy, Myles chokes down another gulp of air. ]

HANDLER — "After that, Bishop? Do you remember what happened after Frontliner was jammed?"

[ Just off screen, the Handler's voice is level, laced with practiced calm and the delicate, precise way that one speaks to a reactive dog. Confident, infallible, devoid of weakness. Myles's fingers twitch as she speaks, a hitch in his shoulders indicating surprise- and little else. It's as though he assumed that, if he sat still and silent for long enough, she might move along. Forget about him. ]

MYLES — "...No. Not really. The cockpit got hot— really hot— and it all seemed to just, pan out. Pull away, you know? Like at the end of a movie, where everything starts to, uh, fade out. The music gets real faint and distant, whatever conversation the characters are having becomes background noise, and their faces get smaller, smaller, smaller... until they, pop!-"

[ Myles pushes his palms together in front of him, his arms crossed over his bent knees, and lowers his head until he's eye-level with his fingertips. With a rather lackluster, anticlimactic gesture- he abruptly parts his hands, only an inch or two. ]

MYLES — "-Blip out, cut to credits. Then, you're staring at yourself through a black screen, trying to see your own eyes past the white text to figure out, uh, if it's too late- or, erm- if you can go another episode. Right? Late night, watching movies on your shitty old Omnihook, Cradle movies, if you're lucky, because they really don't make them like they used to. Movies about huge monsters and shitty boyfriends and the magic of holidays that nobody really celebrates anymore. I just watched one, one movie, something about a princess and— I mean, the importance of that is lost on me, I haven't got the slightest idea what a princess actually is, but sh—"

HANDLER — "Bishop."

[ Sharp, like the crack of a whip, or a ruler to the back of a child's outstretched hand. Myles winces back as though he had been struck. His eyes dart upwards, not towards the Handler, but towards her lips. The source of the sound. Feverish, bloodshot, hallowed eyes watch her mouth as though expecting more, but nothing follows. ]

MYLES — "Everything... pans out. The cockpit is heating up, the walls are starting to glow, my fingers lift from the controls and come away wet and sticky. I put my hand on my face, to try my helmet's internal commslink, but that's dead too. My fingers come away wet and sticky. I breathe in, and it's, wet and sticky. The cockpit smells like slag and blood and I can't pick out if those smell the same, or different somehow. In front of me, the glow of plasma and automatic gunfire; Behind me, motion, a collection of blips on the sensors and they're all moving, moving towards me."

HANDLER — "Your squadmates."

[ Though she doesn't mean for it to be, her tone is accusatory. Explorative, too, in a similar fashion to a mother trying to gode a confession out of her guilty child. ]

[ This time, Myles doesn't flinch. He only parts his fingers, and holds them like that. Open. Splayed in front of his eyes as though he were parting the tall grass. ]

MYLES — "Yeah, but I didn't know that at the time. I mean, I did know that, sort of. But not right then. Not when it started to heat up, started to stink like iron. I think my nose was bleeding, but you can lose a lot of blood when you're wired into one of those things— an Enkidu, a warmachine, whatever— and the stims will keep you awake. It took R&D two weeks to find a chemical concoction I wasn't resistant to, did you know that? Opiates don't work on me anymore. Adrenaline, I've been told, too; Not that I've built a resistance to adrenaline, I mean, but that taking it in a concentrated form might be what finally puts my heart out of its misery. 'Horse with a broken leg', someone said; An Enkidu pilot who can't take concentrated adrenaline, is like a horse with a broken leg. I laughed— you can laugh, too, it's okay— but I don't think they were joking. They looked sad. Sorrowful. Like they felt sorry for me. Like-"

HANDLER — "Don't start. Stay on topic."

MYLES — "-like they hoped I'd never touch the field. Okay, there's four targets behind me, and three in front of me. The cockpit starts to heat up, and, by now, my blood is probably 30% methamphetamine. For the first time in a good few years, I'm not in pain. I'm focused. Breathing deeply, eyes forwards, counting each round the blip in front of me fires until, finally, his gun clicks dry. Then, he looks at me. Lifts the helm of his mech, I mean. It was half the size of me, maybe less, probably the size of a Caliban but that's not really what I'm looking at. I'm looking at him. Looking at me."

[ Myles stops to take a breath. His chest seems to heave slightly, his collarbones a little deeper than they should be; His lips are colorless, the same shade of porcelain gray as his eyes. A bead of sweat rolls off of his shivering jaw. ]

MYLES — "When I was still attached to my Tokugawa, the only way my old squad could get me on the field was a fancy, hand-adjusted Full Subjectivity Sync. They spent a few weeks making sure it was as finely-tuned as possible to minimize the shock between perspectives, otherwise I'd spiral again. I protested, even then, and insisted I never wanted to spend a waking moment trapped in the claustrophobic gullet of a mech's cockpit, but the Sync made it- manageable. Too manageable, probably. It eased some of the pain of my still-healing burns, lessened the ache in what little Fireman left of my legs. So, I broke it. Pulled a few cables, cut a few wires, and made it so I couldn't feel my body at all while I was tapped in. Made it so I only saw what the Toku saw, felt what the Toku felt. That's why my burns never healed, I guess; I kept reopening old wounds, baking my abandoned body on the inside of my new, shiny chassis until the arteries in my stumps burst and I had to relearn how to walk for a third, agonizing time. After that, they removed my Sync port; Drilled the metal right out of the scrapheap of my spine, melted it down, and filled the holes in my teeth with it."

[ Myles snaps his teeth as though punctuating his words. His head remains low on his shoulders, bent over his lap, eyes averted towards some unseen point in the room, or, perhaps, just outside of it. ]

MYLES — "No Subjectivity Sync. No reason to look for the pilot in front of me's eyes, but I find them nonetheless. He's looking at me, and I'm looking at him, but neither of us can really see eachother through the stained glass, so when I lunge, I wonder if he even saw it coming. Nobody does, I guess. Plasma Talons move faster than the human eye can immediately register, if you get them going fast enough. It's the after image you remember. Like a crack of lightning, where it's burned into your retinas, and you can remember the path its branches took- but that's an afterthought. A blur. Motion, light, a flash!—"

[ The Handler makes a quiet, stifled sound. Clearing her throat, shifting her boots, she doesn't bother reminding him a third time. Though Myles doesn't know it, this interview is already over. ]

MYLES — "It's hot. Really hot. My fingertips are slick and I don't know if it's sweat, blood, or whatever is leaking out of the port in my inner elbow. The glow dims just enough for me to look out through the central HUD, and the blip on my motion detector disappears. Everything goes still. If a mech could breathe, Frontliner would be panting, shaking, swallowing the air like a rabies-ridden hunting dog. My own shaking quells a little. Each kill, you know, floods your system with, uh, 'endorphins'. The stuff that makes you feel like you just snorted a line. I don't know if that's the drugs, or just an effect this particular machine has on your mind. Feels good, either way. Keeps you moving. So the shaking starts up again, and I look back at the motion tracker. Can't hear nobody, and nobody can hear me. I look. Five blips, three behind me, two in front of me. I have a job to do, but, by then, I can't really remember what it is. Clear the board, I think. Take all the pieces off the table so that someone else can come in after and clean everything up. Become the last thing moving. I think if you put an Enkidu— all riled up, two or three kills in— in front of a mirror, it would try to attack its own reflection."

[ Silence lingers in the air. An expectant expression lingers in Myles's eyes, as though he were expecting some specific response. The Handler, however, doesn't seem willing to give it to him. ]

HANDLER — "Do you remember, Bishop, what happened after you got jammed?"

MYLES — "I already told you, I don't."

[ END LOG. ]

[kgmilgramau]

(Ss1) Interrogation Log 003&004

Q.09 : Do you have many friends on internet?

Q.10 : Which prisoner do you think is similar to you?

—End q9,10—

[specksizedgoddess]

LOG 000: Subject appears to take a humanoid form, aside from a pair of ram's horns on it's head and its differing size. From what we've seen on camera, it changes often- exhibiting some kind of joy out of being smaller, tending to stay around an inch, give or take.

LOG 001: Subject appears to be fully sentient (though this is still up for debate), and furthermore, appears to have full knowledge of the facility. On multiple occasions it has faced the camera to wave, or stare absentmindedly.

LOG 002: First human trial. Subject was asked politely to maintain a human size throughout the interaction- despite it's hesitation, it obliged. Subject seems to take the form of a younger trans woman, measuring roughly 5'7 in height, and wore a simple outfit. The researcher sent in was confirmed to be unharmed, but they did mention a mild headache when leaving the room. Medical scans showed nothing wrong with the patient, and they were sent on their way.

LOG 003: Subject asked to be reffered to as "Eve"- it also (somewhat shyly) asked for another visit- it seems to enjoy the company of others. The previous researcher hastilly agreed, and was allowed to interact with it while it was small. Eve had an increased heartrate for the duration of the experiment. She seems... strangely content here. Besides her (limited) size shifting abilities, it's highly doubted that she's anything dangerous.

LOG 004: Our prime researcher entered without permission, and was restrained. Their eyes now display a strange pink tint to them, but nothing was found in another brain scan- however, they were strangely adamant to get out of the examinations as soon as possible.

LOG 005: Eve is shown to have multiple aphrodisiac qualities, ones that she can't seem to control. In her own words, they simply "make them as obsessed as I am". The safe label we had used earlier is being recinded and the lead researcher is in confinement for the time being.

LOG 006: Chaos has broken out, with the researcher clawing to get to Eve. Their hands were bloodied and worn as they broke into her containment- and simply held her in their now red-stained hands. Many audio files have been corrupted from the interaction, but some has been salvaged- and the results are... strange, to say the least. The researcher seems to be murmuring various degrading words, insulting and humiliating- and supposably even reffered to themselves as "her deity". The researcher was caught and dragged away- and a staff member stepped in to comfort Eve. Their words were sweet, calming, and informed her that she was worth more than that- that she was a person that deserved respect.

The video footage cut out from that point onward, but when it resumes, the staff member simply dissapeared.

Eve is still under further testing- and has apologized multiple times for the commotion. She has promised not to make any form of escape, stating that "she likes it here".

The effects of the aphrodisiac faded, though the researcher often requests sessions with Eve. These sessions are allowed, but heavily monitored- and any symptoms of this chemical at work are being monitered.

A discarded finger of the staff member was found on the premesis (the left index finger, to be exact). However, it was not located anywhere near Eve's containment.

Researchers do not need heavy equipment when entering- and it is heavily advised you treat her as sub-human. Many researchers actually use her as a source of entertainment- and find her aphrodisiacs relaxing, if a bit addicting.

END LOG

[blockgamepirate]

QSMP Prisoners

logged on at some point: + in bed the whole time: - not in bed and did not log on: (MISSING)

The numbers are from their name plates by the cell doors

001 Quackity + 002 Roier - 003 Missa - 004 Mariana + 005 Carre - 006 Rubius - 007 Vegetta - 008 Willy - 009 Fit + 010 Foolish + 011 Bad + 012 Tina + 013 Phil + 014 Niki + 015 Tubbo (MISSING) 016 Charlie (MISSING) 017 Cellbit (MISSING) 018 Bagi + 019 Mike + 020 Pac + 021 Baghera (MISSING) 022 Etoiles + 023 Aypierre + 024 Antoine + 025 Rivers - 026 Luzu + 027 German - 028 Felps - 029 Lenay - 030 Wilbur - 031 Kameto - 032 Jaiden (MISSING) 033 Mouse +

They probably expected Tubbo to log on and he just didn't lmao

But Charlie, Cellbit, Baghera and Jaiden having no bed model seems like it's probably lore (and no, Ghostbit does not count as Cellbit logging on ftr)

Also as far as I can tell, Pol is nowhere to be seen!

ORIGINAL CELL ASSIGNMENTS:

[lower floor]

Quackity #001 and Phil #013

Antoine #024 and Roier #002

Mariana #004 and Charlie #016

Niki #014

Carre #005

Rubius #006 and Luzu #026

Wilbur #030 and Missa #003

Vegetta #007 and Cellbit #017

Felps #028 and Willy #008

Baghera #021 and Rivers #025

[upper floor]

Etoiles #022

Bad #011 and Aypierre #023

Foolish #010 and Mike #019

Fit #009

Tubbo #015

Pac #020

Bagi #018

Tina #012

German #027 and Lenay #029

Jaiden #032 and Mouse #033

Kameto #031

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