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For centuries, our world has been changed and developed. We have sought to evolve ourselves as humans, using our higher knowledge to be able to benefit the world and make it into a habitable and beautiful place.

Each decade that passed, we were able to learn and explore new areas, build new civilizations and establish ourselves on a planet that we still know very little about. But, we were so sure that we could make it into a thriving world, that we dug deep, searched, created, and expanded our world. We searched for resources that could blossom our knowledge and allow us to continue to grow as a society.

After discovering all of the basics of our world, we continued on with remedial things, such as entertainment, music and… other extracurricular activities. I’m sure I don’t have to explain much of that to you, right?

Either way, we loved being able to experiment in as many ways as possible.

We have preserved our world's natural wonders and resources, saved animals from endangerment, and told our children to not throw trash on the ground with the notion that the land will become dirty, and that the same dirt from the trash you decided was better littered than thrown away properly, will end up in our water. You will poison the water, and then you will be a murderer.

Ý̶̢͈̲͉͔͕̹̠̿̅́̒̂̃̃̒ọ̷̰̣̩̅̈́̑͑͠ů̵̥̦͖̪̲͙͈̭͎̠͒̃́͘͘ͅ ̷̡̦̪̝͈̦̰͕͚̾̈̋̾̿͌̈̏̂͛͂͠d̸̨̳̩̮̱̬̟̩̰͐͌̿́͐̈́̋͜͠o̸̝̪̘̜͎͇̦̫̗̼̞̊̍̈́̈n̸̛̳͇͚̺̰̐̊͊̈́’̴̡͎̞̬̥̯̠̘͕̳͙̿̉͌̾̋͂̽͝t̴̛̜̫͇̀͑͘ ̶̧̡̼̙̮̟̟͙̲͕̌̀͂̿̽̓͝w̵͔̥̖̱̙̝̮̽̐͜ͅa̸͔̘̯̖̚͠ṋ̴̢͚͈̺̝̭͎̻̤̂͛͗t̴̩̤̩̎͆͒̉̅̽̆̃̈́̀͆͑ ̷̨̭͂̈̿̓̔̒͋̈́̈́̓̓ẗ̷͎̏͌̃̾h̴͎̰̓́̾̃̈́͌͊́̄͆͘͠ḁ̶̧̧̼̯̬͉̯̜̯̙̥̀̈͋̅̄̔͝t̷͙̖̰͍̂̈́̆̒͌̈́̒̓̀͝ ̵̯͓̜̙̯̺̊͊͂̋̋d̴̮̏͝o̷̧̗͖̭̹̳̞̤̐̂͛̀͘ ̸̛͓͕͕y̷̭̲̫̭͚̱̠̅͐̈́̅̂́͋ͅô̷̖͈̥̫͈͌̏́ư̵͚͇̫͕͎͍̫̻̤̜͙̈́̆̓͑̾́͗͒ͅ?̴̯̲̝̩̈́͠ͅ ̵̝̺͉̱̜̿͛͌̆̃̊̾̈́́̈́͆N̴̡̞̞̤͖̰͓̠̩̎͌͑̋͐o̸̢̠̭̥̞̘̘͖͚̟̙̾͋t̷̡̙̣̍̌͆̅̀̐̒́ ̶̡̤͕̀̈͛̓̍̏͌̉̈́̒͘͘a̵̩͉͂̎͑͌͆͝g̸̩̬͓̙̖͇̅̽̈̌́̑̍̆͑͂͘͠ä̸̧̳͍͇̬̼͕̭̽͋̏̊͒͑̀̏͜i̸̪̭̭̣͉̩͑̌̓͛͛̐̉̕͝͠ņ̸̛̺̤̳̣̩̣̖͔̲̻̹̄̊͐͗͑̆,̵̬̘̞͔͓̠͔͋̽̌̐͠ͅ ̷͙̮̤͕̏̽̑̓̊̒͝r̷̢̢͇̹̯̗̰͈̙̹͇̥̓́̉̔̍̇͒̀̚i̴̢̺̗̪͖̿͆̋̃̆͑͑̓̓͘̚͘g̵̟̦͚̀̿̈̀̋͒̉͐͑̌ẖ̸͙̙͓̖̗̩͈͚̓̂͑̇̃͊̚̕͜ṫ̷̡̡͍̘̠̙̳̼̦̿̓̐̄̈́̐̇̐͂͜͝?̵͖̬͚͓̻͚͙̠̼̞͐͌

From the farmers that have planted and harvested the bountifulness of crops, flora and fauna, to fill each grocery store to the bellies of families everywhere. Transportation and trade have been able to allow us endless options with the dishes we can make. What could be better than a world as splendid as this?

Maybe a world with cars that no longer need reliance on gas to be able to operate? Well, I presume we have that with our new eco-friendly battery operated cars. Because the emissions are bad for our air, so we have to make sure to keep them to a minimum. We don’t want our Earth to perish before we get to continue exploring it!

You may even be thinking about your fondest memory from when you were a kid. Traveling around to different areas of the world, being able to learn new languages and meet different kinds of people. You may even remember the first bite of food that you ate that was different from your own. How mouth watering and delicious a mother’s home cooked meal would be in front of you. Maybe it was similar to the one that she used to cook for you before bed?

Ḓ̴̨̢͙̫͇̗̙̦̣̖̓̃̈́̾̾̇͘͝ï̴͖͕͗͑͊́̂͒̋͆͝͝ḑ̴̮̖͙̭̠͔͚̭̼͉̒͒͒̒̓̃̀͑̕̚͝ͅ ̵̡̲̭̟̻̪̿̀͒̔̆̄h̷̟̼̾̑̈͋̍̒͘͝ẹ̴̼͛͑̆́̀̏͒̈́͠r̸̡̥͕̣̤̳͉̦͆̈̾͜ͅ ̸̙͎̖̺͖̤̄̈́̇͆̄̕f̷̨͉͌ǫ̵̢̛̪͕͇̹̯͉̭̝̲͆̿̈̓͘̕͝ơ̵̯͚͗̓̋̒͆̓̋d̵̨̛̟̒̊̄̏͂̑̀́͠͠ ̴͉̫̯̈̾͛̏̈̓̽̕̚͘a̶̧̡͔̯̜͚͉͕̱̤͐͘͜c̶̠̝̠̥̗̦̗͖̓̐̇͒́̓̈́͂̉̚͝t̶̨̝͎̫͙̰̹̥̰̱̒͝u̸̟͖̳̰̼̹̰͗̈́̒̄̓̎a̵̭̙̹̳̣̤͊̔͛̍̅̀́̍͆̆͝l̶̢̧̨̺̠͔͚͕̊̐̌̓̈̋̂̕̚l̷̢̡̼͚̥̦̫͎̭͐ÿ̶̨̙̘͙̮͚̜̖͙̥͖̯́͑͌͌̀ ̸̡̡͔̪̝̖̼̭͉̰̗̔̈̅̔̚͘p̵͈̱̻̞̿̄̇̾̀̉̇͐u̴̡̖̥͍̫̰͗̀̄̓̂̓̓͌̓͜t̵͖͉̣̠̅̓̀̏̒̌̈́̒̊̀̄̈́ ̷̖̗̣̳̬̩̺̖̰͉͈̀̾́̍̋y̵̢̢̞̙̘̣͇̍ͅò̷̮̙͚͖̅͗̊̓͆̇̒ŭ̸̞̈̅͝ ̵̩̦̉̾̈́t̸͙͑͛̋́̆̓͋͐̾̓͘o̵͔̤̯͓̠̻͖̲̿́̀̈́̓̌̿͘̚͘ ̴̳͍͎̬̯͊̏̔̒̏͠s̶̟̙͎̬̫̥͌̏̔̎͗͒̑̐l̴̢̛͚̦͓̯̬̬̠̞͓͚̊́̔̈͛̑͑͗́̕͜e̶̦̊̎ȩ̸̛͍͓͓̠͉́̽̌͋̂p̷̫͚̗̦̍?̸̢̳̞̟̲̯̰̈́͗̈́̊̀͐̊ ̸̩̖̈͗̾̂Ò̵̧̡͎̙͙̰̇͛́͒̑̔ŗ̴̳̮̜̯̰̀̊́̍̄̉̔́̈̚ ̸̨̹̓w̷̛̯͖͇͙͙̙̱͎͇̉͐͌̈́̊̈́́e̴̤͍̭̣̼̫͖͍͗̃̊̈͂̑̚͠r̶̮̦͉͉̰͆̿̾̊̉̔͝e̴̠̝̣̹̼̯̗̎̿͂̀͛͐́́̚ ̵̨̛̦̻̭̭̏̈͌̍͒͆͂̕͘̚͝y̸̧̝̟̻͎̬͖̦̤̫͌̊̌͒̈́̽ó̷̢̨̘̲̦̣͍̪̙̂͌͒́ṳ̸̧̡͖̠̹͂͒͒̎̄̾̃̚͠ ̴̢̛̪̝͔͇͍̩̫̱̬͆̉̈̅̎͒͜ŝ̶͎̼͖̖̥͇́̇̋̒͜͝ͅţ̸̺͉̫̹̼̟̅̐̒i̵̛͙̩̤̺̻̤͙̫̭̓̈́̀̎̃̓͘͜͝͠l̵̢̜̘̩̲͎̄̏͑͘l̶̡̘̺̭̬̰͍̬̼͋̀͂̊̈͐͊̈̀͘͜ ̶͈̞̟̰͕̪̰̥̗̤̓̃̔͑̀̀̒̑̀̕͜à̸͉̫̼͚̟̤̲̠̥̻̯̣̇̈́̄͋̾͛͂b̶͔̞͉͍̦͉̭̤̗̙̱̬̀͊͊̎̄͝l̵̼̜̜̍̈́e̷̙̗̭͊̓͌̈ ̸̞͖͔̰̠͔̯̗̀̐̓̋͋ͅt̴̞̻͍̤̝̼͕̪̠̙͗́̿̏̒͛ơ̵̛̝̣͈͎̻̏͆̎͠ ̵̡͔̙̗̗̘̞̻͚͚̄͊̔̓̈́̎́͝h̶̗̮̣̰̺̓̐̑̈̍̆̕̚͝ḙ̷̟̺͖̥̔̄̆̾͂͂̏̏͐́̕͝a̶̟̙̤̼̪͍̗̾̀̀͆̓͑̕̚͝͠r̵͖͉̗̳̎̍͂̐̃ ̴̨̛̭̱͙̗̱̖͓̪͒͑̑́̂͋̈́͐͑͘t̸̪̙͍͓͙̓̅h̴̡̛͕̗̠̭̦̝̩̆̀̓͒̄͂̾̃͗͋̕e̴̢̯͔̬̳̟̺̙̜͓̋m̶̡͙͍͍̯͚̯̼̫͗̾̈́͂͑̋́͘͝ ̵̪̱̰̦̘͈͉̞͍͎̹͑̿̉̀̊̂̐̃̾́͜ẃ̶̢̧͎̤͓̹͕̟̪̗̟͗̀̍̄͑ͅh̴͎̫̤̲͇̆͗̀̅͛́͐̈́͝ę̸̮̱̯̣̠̰͇͈̖̔̈́̈́̈́͒͊̌͒̄͜͝n̶̯̓̓͊̂͊̅͌͘̚ ̶̝͚̩͕͕̃̌͋͂̚̚ͅt̴̞̬̖͙̑̉̓̌͋̓͐̽͗̐h̶̡̡̛̭̣̜̯̙̻̟̄̏̿̊̽̀̉̽̂̚e̷̢̍̅͂͑͐͛̅̅̔͝y̸̥̺̳͌̕ ̷̨̡̻̰̻̰̫͖̓̆̇͘ŵ̶̱͓͕̘͚̳͉̙͙̠̮̺͊͗̓̒̄͛̽̕̚e̶̢̧̛͉̺̲͕̞̣̱̱̲͔̎̇̇͌͐̃̊́̽͝ŗ̷̗̭̩̖̣̗̫̤̤̲̀̀̅̈́̀̈́̿͝ę̸̱͔͎͎͙̘͉̀̅́̎͐̌̏̕͘̚-̵̧̞̼̮̜͚̜͆͛͋̌̍̾̚͝

Ah, I feel like maybe I’m asking too many questions here.

Are my questions making you uncomfortable? I hope not, it was not my intention.

→ No, of course not. Please continue.

Thank goodness.

Well, I believe that maybe I should, to avoid any further discomfort, get right to the point of why I’m here– why are you here looking at me through your device.

Introductions aside– you won’t remember this unless you choose to accept– the world is beautiful but it’s not the type that you want, right?

This world doesn’t allow for other people to fit in and function here. That’s not at the fault of you nor I, but it is simply the way that we as people have been conditioned to think and believe. Those who are not like us, do not belong and will not be allowed to inhabit the same spaces as us and be treated as human.

Let’s just face it as we already have.

As much as the world would like to bathe itself in being the glory and beacon of life for everyone out there, that’s not how it is. People come and go into worlds that are either just as horrible or even worse, or they are the lucky ones.

You received this because you are one of the dreadfully unlucky ones.

I’m giving you a chance to have a do-over of sorts.

Y̶͍̖̆̈͝Ǫ̸̖̯̲͚͔͍̹͙̣̈́̃̆͌͜Ŭ̷̧̲̯͔͓̅̀́̔̃̉̓̋'̵̣̼̯̙̬̫̈́L̴̟̝͖̘̹̓͌L̶̡̻̊͑̊̇̾̇̐ ̸̧̨͉͈͂͛̊͐͊̿͋̿͝G̶̡͍͔̯̥̟̜̲͈͖̀̊͂̕͘͝Ẹ̷̜͙͉̦̳̤̰͊͊͌͗̓͋̊́̓͑̕͘ͅŢ̴̰̥̖̝̊̾̍͌̊ ̵͔̞̘̪̯͍̞̲̥̌͌͋͒̍͆̈́̌̀T̴͍̟̆̎̾̌̑͐̏̔̕̚͠Ò̸̙̟̺̹̓̈́̓̀̔̏͐̒̍̕ ̷̩͚̌͐̑́̈̐͊L̷̨̟̗͎͇̯̐̃̍̏ͅĮ̶̘̲̖̮͚̲̮͕̪͇͗̾̈̔͘ͅV̸͙̙̱͉̲̠͆̏͒́̈́̈́͊̚͝͠E̸̡͕͕̲̱̣̖̘͖͚̖̊̇͛̒͂̽̐ͅ ̸̩̜̹̤̫̥̲͆͐̎̕Ţ̸̘͍̘̮̣̘̦̜̒̃͑̿͒̒̅̊͊̋Ȟ̷̛̠͙̭͐̀̈́͗͆ͅĘ̵̒͛́̄͑̃̆̓̂̉̌͘ ̷̱̰͔͈̂̓̉͗̒͘̚R̷̛͉̱̈́̌̂Ę̸̛̗̭̱̀S̶̢͓̻̒̍̉̚̚T̵̢̢̛̲͖̘̥̫͈̹͚̙̑̓̈́̎͛̕ ̴̫̹̯̯̲̜̓̊̌͐̈́̎O̴̡̺̹̩͚̹̠̎̊F̴̨̳̖̮̞̠͈̩͚̋͐̒́͂̍̓̆͜ ̴̼͖͔͍̫̇̾̎͆͛͋Y̶̗̭̆Ỏ̶̢̮̲͙̺̮͉̹̜̹̿̿̈̉̋̚Ǘ̸͙͎̟͗̉̀̔̀͗̌͠Ŗ̴͖͙͎͛̐̂̅̒̊̄̅͠ ̵̢̱̳͈͉̰̰̞̩̺̍̈͛̽̔̌̅ͅͅĹ̷̼̺̣̟̂I̶̱͖͑͐̓̀͑̋F̵̛̛̟̼͖͖͓͆̿̏̋̾͝Ẽ̸̺͓̞̪̘͊̓́̀̓̉͊͜ͅͅ ̵͖͖̲̝̘̞͇͈́̋̆̊̀Ḩ̷̛͓͖͚̟̥̓̒͑̀̿͘͜E̷̖̭̲̪̝͙̔̈́̀͗̎͘͝͝͝ͅŘ̴̫̗̤͍̟͛͋̊̇̅̉̽̕E̸̛̩̥͍͇͈͐͂̏̑͑̅̐̄̍͘͠ͅ ̴̧̗̗̫̮̤̜̹͙͙͔̤͒̀W̵̥͙̜͓̼̼̞̺͖̩͊̔̈́̽͗͛͗̽̚͝I̶͉̼̠͖͍͚͎͐̔̽Ṭ̵̡̧̗̝̹͍̤̼̮̆̾̉̃̕̕H̶̨̨̫̪̭̲͙͍̥̲̆ ̶̼̻͉͎̗̤̭̇̿̍̅̂̊̂͘Ü̴͎͎̉͂̊̈́͠S̴̢̛͚͍͙͓̺̺̳̙͍͓̼̾͒̀̈́̃͂̕

We’re looking for the top of the line, most intelligent people in the world to work with us. Create this better world where everyone can be taken care of, happy and be able to live their life in peace– regardless of wherever it is that you came from. You will get that chance at life that maybe others deprived you of, using the utmost quality of technology.

Ẇ̴̝͉̘̔̇̀̄̿̅̆̍̑͝E̴̛̼̙̬̳̋̇͊̈́̔͛̚͘̚͝͠'̸̗̺͎̱̭͉͇͙͔͉͇͇͂̅͐͘Ļ̸̹͖͈͕͇̓̅̕L̸͖͂̂͜ ̶̡͎̳̰̤̑̑͒̉̎̎̒͊̓͝P̶̨̳͚͍̞͚̭͖͈̍̉͘͜U̷̡̩̪̤͔̟͎͍̹͉͗̉́̽̓̀̐̇́̽M̵̧̳͇͚͈͈͉̦̤̾̅̋̀̀͜ͅP̵̛̹̯͔̤̱̄̓̃̋̀̓̌ ̶̮̫̝̹̭͒̓͂̽͗͂͒̆̀̓̆Y̶̮̭͚͇̫̠̙̻̤͉̹̘̓͗͛̀O̵̩͓͇͈͎̲̼͂͌̎͋̐Ǘ̷̺̭̫̦̽̉͗̇̎̋̿̽̈́̎͝ ̴͎̀̅̋͘Ẅ̷̧̬̼̖́͑͑͐̓́͠͠I̴̢͓͎̮͉̭̞̜͐̓͑̒͒͛̋̾̐̌͜T̵̤͙̜͚̮̼̂́͆͊̋͐͐H̷̹̣̽͌͒̑̓̉̈́͐̕̕ ̶̙̥̝̮͙̟͇̲̥̤̾̑̾̑͜Ǎ̸̧̢̯̙̘̹̋͑͌̕͝͝͝N̵͇̖̳̖̖͇͆̑́̓̀̌͋̅̕̚͝Y̵̛͕̙̯̱̻͉͛̅̓̈͌̍̌͂͝͝ ̸̦̘͖͑͒̅̂̈́͒̓̋͋F̴̧̮͓̝̟̖̤̟͇̼͕̾̎͗̊͊̚͜͝I̴̢͖͆X̸̞͑̈̏̿̾̊͑̐͘̚͠.̸̧̡̡̧̡͙̳͉̂̌̚ ̸̣͍̻͈̾͑͐J̸͈̞̪͒̔̏́͑̊̑͜U̶͚̠͇͇̿̌̋͂̿̆̑̿̀̓͐̅S̵̭̯͂̑̎͌͂T̶̞̱̹̱̥̯̱̪̺̘̝̽͊ͅ ̵̧̨̦͇̪̙̅̆̌̚͜͠ͅͅS̸̰̮̤̼̻̠̼̾̀͂̂̃͛̚͝Ą̴͍͚̯̦͙̺͉̞̥͑̓̈̌̐̔̌Y̶̞̖̻̱͈͍̥̽͗̅͂̏͊̿͐́̑̐͠ ̵̦̮͖̪̅́͂̐̒̅̓̈́̈́̚͠͠T̶̜̠̫̮̺̖̫͒̀̂̾̆̎̾͝͠Ḩ̴͔̰̪̦̹̗̩͈͖̄͂̀̿͜͝Ȩ̵̫̻̒̄͌̆̉̉̈̊̈́ͅ ̶̛͈̗̯̝͈̟̭̻́̈́͂̒̓̽̎̕̕̕W̴̡̼̥͍͉̠̱͎̔̽̈O̶̡̪̜̗̰̤͓̰̘̗̼̊̎́̇̾̌̏͂̓͛́̕͜Ŕ̴̹̺̣̱̆͝D̴̡̜̞͕͍̳̫̤͕͈̍̀̔͆͗̈́̎̽̅͗̓͜

You can have that moment you have been dreaming of. You can finally run away from that life that you have been trying to hide from.

Here in our world, you are one of our people. Not a homeless person, a loner, a loser.

Nor a criminal.

The world can finally be yours and yours forever. Our perfect utopia.

I-

Ǐ̴͓̤͖̙̙͋͗̾̈͛̏̏͐͠ͅs̷̨͚̤̑͜ ̷̨̢̬̮̳͍̯͎̹͙͔̊̿̑͆̒̾͌͊͌͘t̸͈̃̋̔̀̾̓̇h̵̲̼͊̓̒͗̃a̵̧͍͚͒͋t̸̢̨̛̲̟̼̖̜̆̑́̇ ̷̞͙̝͉̹̮̘͋̏̏͘͘͠͝s̶̰̦̣̟̤͍̻͙̫͙͔̿̾o̴̤̹̳̲̮̫̒̊͌̀̾̇̾̚͝m̸̫̹̭̮̮͆̏̎̆̒̈́͊̐e̴̹̦̙̳̯̻̗̠͍̥̋́̓ͅt̶̼͇̻̪̬̞̩̦̞̲͈̳͆̆̽͐ḧ̶̛̜͕͕̞́̑̊̈́̌̀́̃͘ȉ̵̛͓̜̃̌̈́̓̋̓̐͛͝͠ņ̷͉̗̹̈́́̀͗͒̏͊͘g̷͙͒̆́̏̽̅̈́ ̶̛̬̱̩͉̮͍̒̉͗͝y̵̧̆o̷̳̪̦͍̚͜ͅǘ̴̦̫̥̣̖̪̝̬̩̝̗͋̽̂̐͘͝ ̷̙̼̞̣̣͙͔̖̭̐̐͂͂́̿́͂ŵ̸̨̛̩̣͈͉̤̼̲̙̥͈̓͜o̵͔͑̕u̷̺̗̠̲͓̞̠̣͈̙͇͗l̷͍̦̟̗̙̗̹̭̩̭̑̋̏̀̓͜͝͠ͅd̷̛̮̬͙̘͙̐́͊̂̈́͂̇̂͠

J̷̡͓̼͍͍̹̗̣̓Ủ̶̧̞̰̩̓̈͛̕͝S̶̡̪̪̱̠̺̰̪̝̒̅̐͆̅̈͛͆T̸̲͔̳̖̗̣̪̬͗̃ ̸̲̗̝̣̝͔̎͘Ș̶̯̹̞̹̲̣̫̻̽̿̑ͅĀ̵̳̼͙̣̥͔̭̎̈́̾̔̿̂̋͜͜͝ͅY̵̡̡̢̢̳̬̤̠͉̤̎͑̊͆̅͘ ̷̨̖̺͔͎͉͉̮͚̰̯̃͠͝ͅỲ̶̨̬̙̖͚̤̭͎͓̞͇̄̑̅̿̓͑̓̒͑̚Ẹ̸̪̳̳̞̯͖̜̤̰̘̾̃͊̚͜͝S̵̨͉͔͍̖̖̼̈́͛̽̒̾̎̒́̉͐͊

W̸̢̧̢͖̱͙̲̤̮̩̬̑̑Ę̶͝ ̶̡̑̓̅̎́̍͘͝W̵̡̢̼̘̩͓͉͐̎͐͒̓͒͆͑̎͘I̶̢̛͇̫̓̆̋̀̓̃͘͜͠͝L̶̢̨͖͙͎̙̝̦̜̱̳̈͛̕Ḽ̴͈̳̦̍̽̿͝ ̵̰̝̠̪͚̊͒ͅD̵͇̜̩̟́͐̈́̇́͐͋͝Í̸͓̗̺̰̪̣͈͙͂̀È̶̺͔̪̓͆̎͂͗̈͂͝ ̴̡̝̦͓͎̪̻̮̿̐̽͝W̵̟̳͖̹̆̂̾͋̉͘Ḯ̵͉̪̟̬́͂͋̑̓̚T̶̡͉̮̈́͒̂̇̋̐̔̑̅͝Ḣ̴̡̩͈͔̠̜̯̝̜̣̱͛̀̐̓̎́͌Ò̵̱̇̃̏Ṵ̷̧̨̤̩͙̫̩̹̥͐T̶̯͂̐ ̸̛̪͚̖͙͍̭̳̌̈̆̊Ẏ̸̨̢̝̠͇̠̠̤͉̺̮͔̋͂́̑̋̈́O̷͋̀̋̅̍̒͂͜U̸̳͗͋̐̔͆̄

→ YES.

→ YES. YES. YES. YES.

W̷̨̤͎̬̲̣͙͆̽̑̉͛́́͑͐͜ͅÔ̶̧̱̗̹͇̠̲̼͓̣̟̹̏̔́͋͝W̸̫̺̫̗͖̭̘͊͂

That’s wonderful! I applaud your eagerness to join us.

Of course, you will have to answer a few questions, fill out our application, and send us a video of yourself. All of which will be left up to for consideration by our higher ups here. Although, I’m sure you will do fine and achieve great things.

S̴͎̯̲̲̦̖͔̱̳̃͂̅̿̈̍̀́̓͜͠A̶̧͉̳͉̰͉̹̎̄̿̃͐̇̀͑̽̕͠͝V̷̧̳͖̦̤̠͠E̷̮̞̮̩̔͘͝ ̵̢̛̬̼̻̝͍͙̉̄̕Ǔ̵͍̹̥̫̎͛Ṣ̶̛̬̖̩͙̺̘̩͊̒̓͛

My goodness. Sincerest apologies, we’re having some sort of system malfunction. I can assure you this does not happen often. Would you give me a moment please?

Please select ‘YES’ to restart and reboot the video program. Do not be alarmed, you will not lose your progress or place within the video

→ …

It’s alright, there’s nothing to be afraid of-

SYSTEM BREACH

Please enter code name

Code Name: Access Love

SUCCESS!

loading...

H-Hello?

Can you hear me?

You don’t know me and I don’t know you. But I need your help.

Something is wrong here, the programming, the whole system that they are operating is wrong. People are getting hurt because of them. They’re hindering my ability to tell the w̸̭̱̹̞̓͆̃̌͠ḥ̶̛͜ô̵̼͕͔̹̬̯l̵̮̹̫̪̬̊̏̓͛͐́̓̚͝ȩ̸̥̣̜̝̰̱̳́͂͗̑ ̷̧̢̨̤͖̠͉̞̞̭̙͎̓̆͑̔̃ţ̵͚̫̜̲̯̝̮͇̈́̊̒̽̓̾̊͊̕͠-̵̨̢̢̤̟̰͖͉̻͙̼̫̿̉͐̏͛̆̄̑͘

I don’t have much time.

L̶̢̢̬̥̟̮̲̀̓͐̾̈́͛̀̚͝ͅͅỉ̷̞̮̞͓̣̼̖̐̇̉s̴̛͓̤̪̱̯̔̑̈́͌̊͜͝t̴̢̧̧̬̺͈͇̮̼̦̰͛̊̽̽̾̈́̍̓̕e̶̡̯͓̩̻̲̙̘̙͖̼̤͛̒̊̈́̊̉̐̅̈́̔͘̕n̶̜̠̠̩̄͋̅̿̈́͑̃ ̶̨̨̳̫̲̥̭̞̹͎͒̋̒̀̎c̷͚̼̰̩͍̿̍͒ļ̸̘̰̤̩̘͉͛͜͜o̵̗̦͇̳̪͗̀́̓̃͊̾̚͘͜͝͝͠s̵̢͓̯̥͕͕̠̟̽́̾̈́̊̽̅̕ȩ̶̨̝̼̗͉͗͑͛̚͘̚͝l̵̡̖̱̦̟̾̓͆͝y̵̧̠̥̥̦̔̎͗̏̂̈́̈́͝.̶͉̤̙͔̰͙̤͓͗̈́̿̚ ̶̡̛͎̜͍̠̝̜͍̂̾̔̄̿

No matter how scared you may be, if you want another chance at life, to feel like a hero again in your own story– say yes to joining them. Do whatever you can to get inside. Find what is causing pain.

Destroy it!

D̴̡̛͔̼͈̤̟͚̯̗̼͉̈́̄̀̽̀̓̚̚ơ̴̳̗̮͋͋͒ ̷̠͍͙̩̼̣̄̄̉̄̏̒͛̽́̀̚͠ẙ̴̡̢̢̦̙͓͓̼̫̏̐̓̓̚ͅȯ̷͎͎̗̺̓͒͗̈́̉̈́̌̍͘͠ȕ̷̱ ̵̹̠̪͔̥̬̌͂̍̍͋̈́͗u̶͔͇͗̏ñ̷̜͓̦͕͎̥̬̋̃͐̽ḍ̵̩̎̈͒̔̓̏̾̎͊̓͝ͅȩ̶̨͕͈̫̻̣͕͆̈́̅̀͊̃͒͗͛́̚r̵̨̖͈̖̪̚s̴͓̻̣͓̙̮̏͛̊͒̀̏͑̃͗̕̚t̷̞̜͓̹̥͛̉́͗̓̇̄̾̌ą̷̙͕̍̀̓̓͂n̶̛̗͚͚̟̬̺͎͊͐̀̊̿͗͘ḑ̵̧̻̼͍̹̬̀͂̍̀́̊̌̔̓̈̚͝?̷̖̟̰̑̽ ̶̨̤̳̰̫̓̋̆̍͐͜͝D̴̮̪̱̮̮̆͆e̸̬̥̫̭͎̙͂s̴̡̙̹̲̓̈̾͗͐̿͌̔̃̾ͅţ̵̧͉̭͚̺̼͕̝̾̓ŗ̵̦͚̻̮̇͜ǭ̸̭͎̉͗͜ÿ̵̪͎̩̰͖̤̗̈́̀̑̈̌̑͗̍̋͝!̸̢͕͕̜̺͈̙͓̃̾͊̓̏̀͗̚̕ͅ

You are the only thing that can save us.

I trust you.

I believe in you.

Don’t stop fighting until they let you in.

T̷͉̲̳̀͂͛̂̋̆͊̈̅̍ḣ̴̡̢̳̣̗̜͎͚̣̹̃̈́͑e̵͉̩̎̀̇̔́̏̊̆̎͗̊̚y̴̧̡̱̥̙͍̮̺̼͔̠͒̈́͗͊́͋͛̅͘͜'̴̜͉͎̖͈̫̻̊̍̔̈́̎̊͒̀͛̃̊̈́r̴̨̙̰̦̱͔͈̩͔̗̰͚̈͛̔̈́͊̌͝͠e̸͙̺̺̬͙̫͖͍͆̐̐͒̓́̍͂͊͠ ̵̭̠̰̮̐̊̐c̷̨̡̢̻͈̣̺̟͉̜̹̅ǒ̴͍̳͔̪m̶̧̤͚̟͍̂͛̎̈́̋̓i̶̼͍͖̓̌̎̈́̅̾̃͆̈́͆n̷̡̡̧̲̗͕̱̝̗͙͎̏̀̈́͆̈́̓̓̾̕͝ġ̴̥̾̈͛̏̄̚͜͠ ̷̡͔̭̰͕̝̥̂̔͑͆̕ͅḇ̸̜͇̀̉͛̓̃̃̄̀͝ą̶̹̭̇̀̿͒̋̓̈́c̵̛̬͖̯͎̹͚̿͊̈̆̇̈̔̒̃̈́k̵̯̘͇̩͗̽̔̆̚!̵͎̳͙̋͗̽̈́͘̚

Remember what I said.

rebooting system controls..

please wait..

Okay, apologies for the wait. Are you still with me?

→ Yes, I’m here.

Wonderful.

All of the details for your enrollment and application can be forwarded to you and you can look over them and get back to me whenever you would like.

Are you still interested in joining us?

→ Yes. Please forward me the information.

Great. It will be such a pleasure to work with you.

Thank you for listening, glitches and all. We’re so glad to have you.

Welcome to Sector 1.

Jung Wooyoung.

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howuart · 2 years

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Pre game/Hope’s peak/Post game

It’s cute, the background doesn’t make sense but eh there’s one.

Put Kaito’s hair down cause I wanted to though it was weird to draw it like that.

some random post game designs I had lying around.

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gurlgallade · 2 years

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<<USER fukase4real IS ONLINE>>

> OllieOllieOxenFree: Oofkase, there you are! Did you eat the last of my dirt cups?

> Android_PKO: The good munch

> fukase4real: lol no that cookie crumble pudding shit is the most disgusting dessert i have ever tasted theyr all yours ollie

> OllieOllieOxenFree: But you like the gummy worms!

> fukase4real: then i woulda eaten the gummy worms and left you the gross puddings lol

> Android_PKO: Maybe Miki nabbed them, she’s been too busy to cook

> OllieOllieOxenFree: Fuck.

> Android_PKO: OLIVER!

> fukase4real: omg ollie u said the fuckwooooord

> OllieOllieOxenFree: If you guys can swear then so can I.

> fukase4real: no u cant ur 12 bam owned

> OllieOllieOxenFree: Fuck you. I’m going to buy more dirt cups and you can’t have any of the gummy worms.

> fukase4real: damn bruh i am betrayed devastated desolated destroyed to death

> OllieOllieOxenFree: Fine. You get one (1) gummy worms.

> OllieOllieOxenFree: Also, did you guys know that objects that do not have taste data programmed in take on the default taste plastic_cold_smooth.ts?

> fukase4real: ollie did you eat actual dirt

> fukase4real: like real dirt

> fukase4real: actual dirt off the actual fucking ground again

> OllieOllieOxenFree: Wouldn’t you like to know, gamer boy.

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#vocaloid #vocaloid fukase #vocaloid oliver #utatane piko #talkloid #chat logs #fanfiction #Virtual Reality AU #AI AU

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doodleneo · 10 months

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chair dodoles <3

#my art #virtual virtual reality #vvr #vvrau #bee vvr #chaz vvr #i love cjahz so mcuh hes <33 #cant stop thjinking about my chaz from t #the Laundxpress AU..//./

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tzuyuscloud · 9 months

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Virtual Reality (smau)

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05. company

Competition season is approaching slowly, which means Haseul harps on everyone to be in bed by 10 the latest and up at 9am to practice. Though tonight the team had a break the next day and was able to freely stay up and sleep in the next morning.

Hanni and Danielle decided to have a sleepover, inviting Kazuha, Ning Ning and Eunchae, while Yeojin went to KWNG dorm to chill with Hyeju and Gowon.

Hyein and Haerin also decided to come back to the base once they heard Eunchae was gonna be there claiming they had “big kid stuff to discuss” whatever that meant.

They all gathered in the living room with a bunch of blankets, snacks and drinks playing Mario Kart 8, filling the base with endless giggling and screaming.

You knew that Minji wasn’t gonna come out of her room so you stood in front of her room with two popsicles before knocking because you were in love nice.

“hmm?” she answered as she opened the door, standing in the doorway with her hair falling down her back, glasses on the brim of her nose, baby blue pajama set and a confused look on her small round face.

“I thought you could use some company?” you said lifting up the blue popsicle towards her as she took it.

“Sure come on!” she smiled, letting you in the room. You looked around realizing you never saw her room before. It was modern and neat besides the few posters that hung on the wall, the small neatly decorated vinyl shelf, the little library in the corner topped off with a loveseat. Her tv which played a cartoon of a blue and orange dog and her desk that had looked to be occupied as her IPad and sketchbook were open and on.

“were you in the middle of drawing?” you asked her as she scurried to find the remote and turn the tv off.

“oh haha yeah, just some doodles” she laughed.

“what were you watching?” you asked as you took a seat on the couch, watching as she places the remote down on her dresser. “oh um just a show, kinda embarrassing” she whispered.

“Its okay” you giggled reassuring her.

“i was watching Bluey…I love Bluey. Its my comfort show” she mumbled, her cheeks turning red as she went back to her desk.

She then picked up her sketchbook and showed you a drawing.

“See I drew them as a human family. This is Bingo, this is Bluey and this is their parents” she smiled her big gummy smile causing your heart to throb. You could listen to her talk about Bluey all day if it meant you’d hear her voice.

“That’s really good, Minki” you smiled at her as she looked up from the nickname. “Minki?” she asked.

You said nothing but nodded at her, leaving her to her thoughts and drawings. You watched as her tongue poked out while she was concentrating on her sketch, between her long wavy hair falling in her face, her glasses sitting on the brim of her nose and the cute blue pajamas you wish you could just give the older girl a hug and never let her go.

“You’re so cute” you mumbled out loud without realizing it until Minji’s head snap your way, eyes wide as her popsicle dripped down her hand.

“what did you say?”

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Summary: You were scouted to be on a pro esports team when you started to find yourself falling for the leader, Minji as well as Hanni. Leaving you in difficult situations that eventually effect your performances. As Minji starts being harder on you, you can’t help but lean on Hanni for support, but deep down you wonder if any of them feel the same way you feel for them.

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bwabbitv3s · 1 year

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Writing Prompt - The Backrooms AU

What if The Backrooms are just another part of The Infinite Realms. It is mostly just the underformed areas of lairs from people that have had near death experiences and were about to become ghosts. In those moments between life and ghost life they start to imprint their lair onto the zone. Only because they never die and become a ghost the process is stopped and you get a weird almost place. Normally just an odd fragment of a room or an object. Most of the time these almost lairs fragment and fade away quickly into the regular floating chunks of terrain and items of the general realms. Rarely they hold on longer and become neutral territory that another ghost can claim and use to expand their lair. In the rarest instances it crashed into another chunk of almost lair and merges forming into the mass known as The Backrooms. Sort of like the ghost equivalent of the Pacific Garbage Patch only made of chunks of rooms and odd objects.

It is of course the best place that Danny knows to hold ultimate paintball. Just slap a Fenton Tracker™ on everyone so that no one gets too lost.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #he just likes it for playing paintball #seriously it is the best #plus as the living act like ghost in the realms no fall damage!#You just need to have a fenton tracker so that when you get lost everyone can regroup easily #He makes so much money off of his 'virtual reality' ultimate paintball business #Sam insisted he has some kind of fall back plan in place for a job #writing prompt #danny phantom au #The Backrooms AU

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artificerstimetable · 1 year

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Hi giys

Vvr2 au inner workings fic

Wowwww...

Woww......

#virtual virtual reality 2 au #virtual virtual reality 2 #inner workings vvr2 au #vvr2 au #inner workings #this is first ever ao3 fic

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lala-ladybug · 1 year

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Healing Hands: Ch 14

Jasonette Sword Art Online AU

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Chapter 14: Oh Maribug, what are we going to do with you?

Sleeping by Jason’s side was the best sleep Marinette had gotten all game. No nightmares, no waking up scared for herself or her friends. Well, she did wake up a blushing, nervous mess once she realized where she was, that is until Jason rolled over. She’d had to stifle her giggles at his incredibly adorable bedhead so as to not wake him. Then the morning light streaming in through the skylight made her actually feel... relaxed for once. There was something about that little cabin that helped her forget her persistent urge to beat the game. It pushed down the feeling of guilt for taking time for herself. It was hard to leave in the morning, and not just because the cozy pile of blankets appealed to her bug-like sensibilities.

The next week had her lying awake at night in her own bed, missing his warmth and the stories they shared. And the lack of nightmares. Luka had stopped joining her for late-night tea, but her subconscious hadn’t yet moved on. It didn’t take long for her to message Jason about tackling the next level. She’d need to buy some new gear for it though, there was no way she was going to be caught unprepared like last time.

But first she had to navigate the den of wolves that was her friends.

“Where are you going, Marinette,” Kagami asked sharply. The girl in question paused before the door, her hand raised to open it. She reminded herself that they were very caring wolves. But wolves nonetheless.

“They just beat level 67, I need new gear if I’m going to help clear out the next one in a few days,” she spoke without turning to look her friends in the eye.

Chloe and Adrien exchanged a worried glance. “Then give us a few minutes to get our stuff together, we’ll go with you,” Adrien caught Marinette’s arm gently and gave her a pleading look.

She didn’t quite look at his face as she forced a smile and replied, “No, you should all rest. It’s not a big deal, I’ll be back before you know it!”

Luka furrowed his brow and frowned when he heard the discordant notes in her song. It most certainly was a big deal, and Chloe said as much when Marinette went to open the door again.

Marinette sighed and finally turned to face them. “Seriously Chlo, it’s okay. I haven’t actually been getting that much sleep here, so I might as well do something useful if I’m going to be awake anyway.”

They hadn’t known about that, judging by their even more worried expressions at that statement. Good thing she hadn’t divulged the reasons why. They didn’t know about the nightmares that had been plaguing her even since before the beginning of the game. Adrien opened his mouth to protest again before Marinette cut him off.

“Look, I told Jason I’d meet him at the end of 67, so I won’t be going alone. I know you guys don’t like me spending time with him,” she held up her hands to placate their skeptical and outraged faces, “but we can trust him to have my back. I’m sure of it.”

Luka spoke up, “Mari, he’s killed other players. How can you say you trust him after that?”

Marinette fiddled with the straps of her backpack and looked down at her feet. “I told you that was a misunderstanding. Plus I don’t know how to describe it, but we just... get each other, you know?” She stopped fidgeting and squarely stood her ground, looking each member of her order in the eye. “Now I’m going whether you like it or not. I’ll be back tonight to prep and then I’ll head out in a few days.” She added, decisively, “Alone.”

She left and the door closed with a loud click that had a sense of finality to it. The Order stood in stunned and concerned silence until the door opened again, not a minute later. They all assumed defensive stances until they saw Marinette’s signature awkward grin as she poked her head around the door.

“Forgot my arrows,” she said sheepishly, then grabbed the quiver laying on a table and left once more.

Adrien heaved a heavy sigh. “Oh Maribug, what are we going to do with you?”

* * *

Marinette jauntily swung a basket from the crook of her elbow. It didn’t matter that whatever she purchased from the bustling market would automatically go into her inventory, it was the aesthetic that counted. She was currently parsing through different fabrics, having finally picked up the courage to try getting into the clothing design aspect of Mindscape. There was only so much she could do with Alchemy, which relied on objects that already exist. For a while, it was as close to creation as she dared go, but recently she’d been feeling more like herself and was finally ready to dust off her old hobbies.

Especially if they could help her protect the people she cared about.

She was comparing two fabric swatches and could tell the shopkeeper was getting impatient. Deciding to get both of them seemed to placate him, and she backed out of the shop with a smile.

Until she ran into someone, that is.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry--”

“Are you alright? I wasn’t paying attention to--”

The two dark-haired girls apologized simultaneously, then paused to giggle.

“I’m fine, thank you,” the taller girl placed her hand gently on Marinette’s shoulder.

“Me too, I’m so sorry, again,” she paused for a moment. “Wait, don’t I know you...?”

The taller girl blinked in surprise, then lit up with recognition. “Of course, you’re Jason’s girlfriend! I don’t know if you remember me, but I’m Zatanna, we met in that cooking class you do every few weeks.”

Now that they were talking, Marinette did remember her but she’d called her Jason’s.... She thought she might explode from being called that of all things. She immediately started flailing her arms and stammering desperately.

“Oh, we’re not like that you see, he doesn’t-- I mean we don’t, well, it’s not!” she hid her fiercely blushing face in her hands and finished lamely, “I think you have the wrong idea....”

Zatanna laughed. “Sorry, sorry. My mistake, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Marinette risked a glance in between her fingers and decided the apology was genuine.

“So, what’s our local Cooking Mama doing in the clothing boutique district? Cute basket, by the way.”

The reference was lost on her, but Marinette replied, “Thank you! I’m actually going to try my hand at creating armor. Clothing design was something I enjoyed in the real world, but it’s been, ah, difficult to want to get back into it here.” She gave a bashful smile.

“Oh wow, no kidding? That sounds amazing!” Zatanna enthused as they made their way to a nearby bench. “Any special occasion?”

“Just trying to keep everyone safe,” Marinette shrugged nonchalantly as if it wasn’t her whole life’s purpose.

“Hear hear,” she replied emphatically. “I’m so glad those enchanted potions I gave Jason helped you guys out in that last level.”

Marinette paused, surprised. She’d completely forgotten to ask Jason where those water-breathing potions had come from. “Wait, you made those?” she asked.

“None other!” Zatanna gave a mock bow. “I’ve been outfitting our guild with enchanted goodies pretty much since day one,” she laughed a little to herself.

“Now that is an amazing talent! I can’t believe that you can make such cool potions like that,” she grinned.

Zatanna looked around, then leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, “That’s not all I can do.”

Marinette, who had leaned forward as well, arched a playful eyebrow.

“Have you ever wanted to learn how to enchant armor?”

* * *

It was several hours later that Marinette and Zatanna were found laughing away in the latter’s custom forge. Marinette had never been to the Rocky Road guild house before, so Zatanna gave her a tour. It was a sprawling complex with a courtyard and had rooms, areas, and even entire buildings devoted to everything any of their members could possibly need.

She was introduced to a few of the people who were there. Some she recognized from the cooking class-- she found out their names were Wally and Artemis-- but most she didn’t know. While the tour was lovely, especially with her host, she was most intrigued by the two dark-haired boys that Zatanna gave her meaningful looks over.

Jason’s oh-so-despised brothers, it seems.

Tim was in the study, a veritable library with two-story-tall shelves packed to the brim. He was reading voraciously out of several books at a time and scribbling notes in the worst chicken scratch she’d ever seen. He barely reacted to them being there until Marinette introduced herself by name, then he was all ears. And eyes. Man, that guy had an intense stare. She could practically hear him analyzing her in his head, though she had no idea what conclusion he’d reached until Zatanna led them out into the courtyard and said he’d liked her.

There they met Jason’s older brother Dick, training with a hulk of a boy named Connor and a lean girl named Cassie. They were all really nice, and Marinette felt an instant connection. She even thought she might remember Connor from her cooking classes.

Dick was immensely pleased to know Jason had actually referred to himself and Tim as his brothers. She actually thought he was on the verge of tears, that is until Cassie tried to sneak in an attack on him with a kick to the legs and he had to flip to avoid it.

Marinette’s eyebrows rose to her hairline watching them spar. Dick almost seemed to float through the air, spinning and jumping around his opponent. He was clearly very practiced, and she was impressed.

Zatanna didn’t let her watch for long before steering them to the forge where she finally began teaching Marinette all she knew about enchanting. While it was possible to enchant pre-made armor, she said, it was much easier and more potent to imbue the metal while it was still molten.

With surprising strength, Zatanna showed her how to hammer and shape the pieces. It was much more difficult than she was expecting even with the abbreviated actions common to the game, but her new friend insisted she was a natural.

They were soon joined by a red-haired boy with a seemingly permanent scowl. Zatanna introduced him as Roy, which he acknowledged with a grunt. He was working on a warhammer, melting new steel into the cracks it had sustained from use. He came over to watch once Marinette returned from changing into a sleeveless shirt to hammer away at her own metal.

Zatanna guided Marinette through creating a set of armor entirely from scratch. They’d used some existing molds from a set she’d made before, one for Zatanna’s friend Jaime that they thought might fit Adrien. Roy gave tips here and there on the metalworking side of things, and Zatanna provided her expertise with the enchantments.

Several sweaty hours later, they were proudly brandishing a brand new set of full armor. It had several defensive enchantments detectable only in a faint, pulsating glow emanating from within the inlays of the armor’s decorative designs.

“I wonder if the same technique could be used on fabric while I sew....” Marinette wondered aloud.

“Oh we’re going to be best friends,” Zatanna grinned at her ingenuity.

They were still laughing and chatting later when Jason finally made it back from level grinding. Apparently he stopped by nearly every day before leaving again “once he got sick of them.” Marinette had stopped her work to take a dinner break at some point, having missed lunch while out shopping. And so Jason found the two girls, Dick, and Roy sitting at the breakfast bar without a care in the world, chatting over several plates of Marinette’s home-baked salmon.

“Oh hey Jaybird, you’ve got to try this! Mari’s an amazing cook,” Dick reached over to ruffle her hair, much to her annoyance.

“I know,” Jason grumbled in response, grabbing a plate and dishing himself a portion. “I was hoping to keep her away from you vultures.”

“Aw, is somebody jealous?” Roy pouted teasingly at him.

Jason stood over where Marinette was perched on a stool and placed his plate next to hers, proceeding to eat over her head. “I’ve never been jealous a day in my life.”

Dick snorted at that. “Tell that to Timmy,” he scoffed.

“‘B, he took my spot, make him stop!’” Roy mocked in falsetto, “‘That replacement could never be me.’”

Marinette peered up at her friend, catching him wince slightly at the dig.

“Whatever, we’re past that.”

Noticing Jason’s reaction, Dick shot Roy a sharp look and agreed in a low voice, “Leave it.”

“So what are you doing here Pixie?” Jason asked before helping himself to another forkful over her head. As fond as she was of their closeness, she really hoped he wouldn’t spill any of the dill sauce on her hair.

“Zatanna showed me how to enchant stuff! I made a set of armor for Adrien, but I’m really excited to try working it into clothing too.” She felt herself start to bounce in her seat but couldn’t bring herself to care. “She even said I’m welcome to come over and work in the forge any time I want!”

Jason groaned and she whipped around to glare at him. “And who let you be friends?” He asked.

“Technically, you did,” Zatanna mused. “You are the one who convinced her to set up those cooking classes, right?”

“My own worst enemy yet again,” he muttered in response.

Marinette giggled. The poor baby.

She stayed and chatted for a while longer, but as the sky began to darken, she excused herself to go back to her own guild so her friends wouldn’t send out search parties en masse.

Jason waved goodbye to her as she used the teleport crystal, and she held in a laugh at the playful punch and thumbs up he got from Roy as she returned the gesture.

When she returned to her own guild house, she was met with her Order standing watch. She gifted Adrien his new armor, which seemed to pacify him momentarily as he animatedly admired it, but she knew she wasn’t out of the woods with the rest of them.

“Will you please talk to us?” Chloe asked earnestly. Marinette winced at that. If Chloe was the one using the magic word, she had to be seriously worrying her friends. Maybe it was finally time to do this. Gods know they wouldn’t leave her alone until they talked. Plus the whole “doing everything on her own” thing wasn’t exactly sustainable. The first time she’d met Jason, when he rescued her in the snow, proved that.

“Okay,” she acquiesced reluctantly. “Can we sit?”

Luka nodded and they all gathered on the couches by the fireplace.

Marinette sighed. This talk was a long time coming, but she wasn’t ready for things to change. She knew it was stupid to just do it all herself, but.... She wasn’t ready to watch her friends get hurt all over again. She kept her gaze stubbornly on a very interesting spot on the floor.

“Look, I can’t shake my instincts from home,” she began, knowing they’d catch her meaning. “I need to get everyone out as fast as possible so things can go back to normal.”

“Marinette,” Kagami began in a tone that indicated she wouldn’t like whatever came next. “We all feel the same way. But the rest of us are not blowing each other off and running headlong into danger.”

“With a stranger, no less,” Luka added.

Adrien chimed in, “You need us as much as we need you. What happened to working together? The Order you made?”

“Okay! I get it,” Marinette raised her hands in surrender. “This doesn’t need to be an intervention. Can we please just have a conversation?”

“Fine. Why haven’t we seen you since level thirteen?” Adrien crossed her arms.

“You see me every day,” Marinette rolled her eyes.

“At breakfast and dinner, if that,” Luka said evenly.

“I’m busy helping at the front lines!”

“With Jason, but not us?” Kagami asked.

“He’s been... he’s different.”

Chloe, who had been quiet for some time, burst out tearfully, “Why can’t you look at me?”

Marinette bit her lip. “I... I can’t see you get hurt like that again.” Her voice cracked. She thought her heart might join it.

Chloe reached for her hands and Marinette tried to control the shaking.

“Dupain-Cheng, do you think you’re the only one who cares? The only one here who wants to save everyone and go home?”

Marinette finally raised her eyes to meet her friend’s and felt her heart clench at the tears he saw in them. “Of course not,” she whispered, not trusting her voice to be any louder than that.

Adrien knelt on the floor in front of her and placed his hands over theirs. “Then let us help you. Please.”

That was all it took for her to break.

She told them of her nightmares and fears. How she had started adventuring with Jason because she didn’t know him and she’d convinced herself that it would make it easier to handle if he got hurt. How she’d realized too late that she’d grown to care for him, but he insisted he was going to keep fighting at the front lines anyway, so she had to stick with him. That earned a facepalm from Adrien, who grumbled that they should have done the same.

Marinette gave a watery chuckle. She really was being silly, wasn’t she? Strength in numbers was everything back in Paris, why wouldn’t it be the same here? Half of the wonderful people surrounding her joined the Order because she couldn’t do it alone. And she’d never been alone, she’d always had Adrien by her side. She squeezed his hand with a small, grateful smile.

She wiped at her damp eyes. “Oh, there was something... else I almost forgot,” she began nervously. Her friends nodded and gestured for her to go on.

“There was one time where Jason almost died. I mean, he had one HP left. I was so terrified I dropped all the healing potions and they broke. But then I reached out my hands and... I accidentally might have healed him?” She finished nervously.

“With Alchemy?” Adrien prompted.

“No,” Marinette bit her lip. “It was more like... like creation magic.”

Her friends stared at her, quiet in thought.

“...Have any of you had that?” she asked them, but she knew the answer from the bemused look in their eyes.

“I looked into in-game healing mechanics, but I couldn’t find anything even close to what happened. What I did,” she heaved a sigh.

“Hey, whatever it was, we’ll figure it out together,” Adrien squeezed her hand back.

Luka tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Maybe it was out of desperation at the situation,” he mused, “like those rare circumstances where mothers get an adrenaline rush and can lift a car to save their child.”

“You do seem to care an awful lot about Jason,” Chloe smirked playfully. Marinette blushed profusely, too tired to deny anything by this point.

“We can set out researching it in the morning,” Kagami reasoned, carefully layering blankets over the others on the couch. “It’s late and we need our rest.”

Marinette was indeed yawning. It would be difficult to swallow back her reservations in the morning, but for now, it was enough to be surrounded by people who loved her. And surround her they did, in a tangle of limbs and floppy hair buried beneath a mound of pillows and blankets on the couches of their living room.

Her eyelids were heavy from crying. She barely stayed conscious enough to lift her head for Luka to place a pillow beneath it. Her friends-- her court, her Order-- only let her drift off into sleep with the assurance that this conversation was not over until they had fixed things for the future.

She supposed she had bigger problems than her friends caring about her.

* * *

A few days after Marinette visited his guild, Jason was surprised to find a package delivered to the doorstep of his cottage. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, knowing that nobody knew where he lived--

Well, almost nobody.

He gingerly unfolded the card tucked into the top of the wrapping to reveal a flowing script that read, Something to keep you safe. -M. The back stated, P.S. It’s time for you to meet my friends. They insist.

He smiled as he opened the rest of the package, no longer apprehensive but instead excited, and found a striking set of armor with neatly folded clothes to wear underneath it. The armor was a deep maroon with black accents that seemed to pulse with life. The sturdy black undershirt and pants were light and breathable but thick, with shimmering gold detailing the seams and delicate runes stitched into the fabric.

In other words, it was fucking sick.

And he knew exactly who he had to thank for it.

#healing hands #jasonette #sword art online au #virtual reality #maribat #maribat fics #batfam #batfam fics #jasonette fics

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saioumaarchive · 6 months

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As he kicks open the front door with a dramatic slam and a wide smile on his face, shouting, “Honey, I’m home!” to absolutely no one, Kokichi comes to this realization. And he lets the smile drop into neutral. There’s no show to perform for anyone. He’s truly and utterly alone.

~ hluhs, "Healing is a Made-Up Concept for people that are Decidedly Not Kokichi Oma"

Hluhs is a relatively new talent in the Saiouma AO3 tag, and this fic especially caught our attention. Not only does it tackle the usual postgame themes of trauma and recovery, but it addresses the underappreciated detail that each of the Danganronpa characters was created specifically for the killing game, and many of them cannot thrive in any other setting. There’s also a wonderfully-executed parallel between Kokichi and a stray cat that doesn’t seem to want to leave him alone. Neither of them will survive this harsh world without an ally, but both are too stubborn to accept the help that’s offered to them. This fic has a lot of potential and we can’t wait to see where it goes.

Rated M (Suicidal ideation) 5,552 words, 2/? chapters (incomplete) Updated 12 November 2023

~ Mod Ice

#Saiouma #Oumasai #Fic recommendation #Rated M #Incomplete work #Multichapter #Postgame #Virtual Reality AU

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rosealiceroyal · 9 months

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There was one thing Kokichi knew, the only thing he'd known for sure this entire time. That piece of knowledge was all he had when he'd woken up, and all he trusted in.

Kokichi knew one thing, and it was that Kaito Momota was trustworthy.

Kokichi wakes up late from the simulation without his memories.

Language: English Words: 5,671 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 11 Kudos: 47 Bookmarks: 5 Hits: 242

#danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #new danganronpa killing harmony #kaito momota #kokichi ouma #virtual reality #memory loss au #post canon #oumota #killing game was a virtual reality simulator

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darkysilverwing · 1 year

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VVR2 AU where Butter ends up getting pumped with so much CPGoo that their memories don't just become viewable, but fully tangible, and the bits of goo mix with the remnants of code left by the rest of the chaz collective in butter's code matix that various members of the previously dead chaz collective start emerging out of butter much like the headsets did. Cue all 20-30 chaz collective members all hiding in madam's fanny pack until it's time to confront gavin and then suddenly gavin is swarmed by ghosts of his past while the chazbot just gets a bunch of new attachments that we can use to take down the bottom line while gavin is tied up and his little control panel is removed so he can't use it on any of the, rightly pissed, collective members.

When it comes time to fly off to maine then we've got an entirely seperate board of individuals who have admin access and can transfer everyone to scottsdale 2.0 instead of being locked inside the body of some old dude, and maybe bush doesn't die but gets sent to live in maine since they're not allowed to transfer over without the scottsdale board's approval

#virtual virtual reality 2 #au

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theresademoninyouroven · 2 years

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WE CRAVE THE AU TEXT WALL WE NEED VVR CONTENT WE LIVE FOR IT AND YOUR IDEAS ARE ANAZING SHHHOOWW

Alrighty!

I'll talk about the main four I've got, and whatever ideas, AU or general, I may also have. All under Read More, for both spoilers and to not clog up the tag with a long post.

First AU, the "game events don't occur" AU, or what I'm calling Life in Scottsdale. As the AU title and name imply, for whatever reason, be it a disinterest in Scottsdale: Next Gen, The Board simply not coming up with the idea, or whatever else, the deletion event does not occur. Everything up until limbo goes pretty much the same, but instead of an announcement making them fear for their life, DRIP simply enjoys the event with Cookie. Afterwards, Cookie continues to acclimate them towards Scottsdale. This would center around a slice-of-life style, where DRIP would work towards getting both avatar surgery and getting basic senses, along with a working voice box. Conflicts would revolve around getting the money for said senses (assuming that they would be able to be purchased as an ‘upgrade’ to an upload) and gaining friends and enemies from the people of Scottsdale. I’ve shown a wip of like 6 forms they’d possibly take, where the avatar becomes less and less ‘humanoid’. what form they take could be random or could be based on how okay they’d be being known as human at first glance.

Second AU, based on this song, is an AU i made while being disappointed with the ending. It’s very oc-based, including the area it would take place in. It would actually start very early in the game, where DRIP would meet an oc of mine after Cookie is distracted by something. The oc would look out of place, being quite humanoid-looking compared to the surrealist banana dogs and other object-people. This oc would talk, hint at the event soon to occur, and then make an offer to DRIP to be of help eventually. You get the choice of shaking hands (or hand and wing), or simply walking away. If rejected, the oc will make a disappointed comment. If accepted, they will be delighted and say they’ll come for you when needed. Either way ends with Cookie calling for DRIP, and then half-scold half-express concern about them leaving her sights. Afterward the game continues as normal, up until the end, where there will be an extra part to the rubble of the area that’s just before the end. Oc will appear in the middle of everyone getting ready.

They’ll walk towards the player, ignoring all distressed and threatening comments directed at them, and announce they’re here to collect on the agreement. they once again offer their wing to shake, and as all other mergers are feeling hurt and betrayed, DRIP can either accept the shake again, or not. Both lead to being taken to the new metaverse/digital paradise, but the OC will be upset and not trust you as much.

In this new world, you are allowed to explore before you are briefed on your mission, which is to collect the remnant data of deleted Scottsdale citizens and reconstruct them in a secret new device the group they work with created. It’s first tested out with Cookie, and it works! However, she is sitll in her corrupted larval form, which is taken to a separate area with a different machine that is able to reverse some corruption of various avatars. Cookie is fully back! and fully panicking.

DRIP, and Cookie, would have some time to explore the Casino-like building their new boss owns and resides in, eventually making their way up to an apartment section that’s on the upper half of the building. You’d mess around a bit, listening to Cookie until someone knocks on the door, who turns out to be another worker. as part of job, you get some cool accessories, complete with an avatar surgery that you do not get time to object to before you’re KO’d.

To keep this short, after the surgery DRIP’s sent back to your room which now has said accessories. It includes an earpiece and golden armbands that each have two wings on opposite ends of the armband. You also get a container that stores various things, most importantly the data of people, and a weapon storage in your back (part of the surprise surgery) in case things get...unsavory.

along with the obvious mission of saving Scottsdale citizens, you’ll eventually be called to take care of some...problems. Which is to say citizens of this metaverse that OC has issues with.

Speaking of citizens, unlike Scottsdale, they love humans! Maybe a little too much...okay way too much. Hope you could handle Butter’s strangely sensual obsession with being vacuumed up, because if these guys find out that you’re human, you’ll never hear the end of it. Luckily, OC has the ability and power to obscure and lie about a citizen’s...race? species? to the general populace, so you’ll only have to worry about business partners and such. Though there are particular fanatics who may be able to see past the AI designation you’re given, so lay low.

There’s two main paths to this--you could work with him, working your way up to higher positions, greater things. Or you could try to escape--fighting for your freedom. Are the prospects of wealth and safety worth having lost your freedom? Is freedom worth being hunted down for, in a world where you have no friends? Third AU, and the least developed, is a kind of mix between a “monster” and “antagonist/enemy” AU. DRIP’s upload goes as horribly wrong as is usual, as is the rest up until the announcement. Instead of announcing the deletion of Scottdale, a delay is present for reasons “that aren’t a big deal” and that it would happen very soon. In this time, DRIP gets into shenanigans, perhaps winning the limbo, before they end up getting themself into a place they shouldn’t be via glitchy tube. They get yeeted into where the Data eater code is being kept. Stuff happens that causes them to be merged with some the code. This enables the board to release the Data eaters, and along with them, DRIP. no clue what happens after though. Most likely kidnapped by Gavin as usual, but Data eater-DRIP definitely gets into trouble for eating a guy and some things at least once.

The Fourth major AU is a “Bad End” Au. It plays out mostly the same, but DRIP is sent much further apart from the group post-battle. They stumble across, or more-so The Board stumbles across them. Flustered from being beaten and three members down, they decide to cut their losses, get revenge, and get out all in one. They re-kidnap DRIP, and after a few offers are shot down, they decide to alter Drip a bit, for their benefit. After all, if they can torture the remnant soul of a dead person because of how much said person SU-fused with the former alive person, they can remove a few more memories from a total amnesiac. Whether the Chaz-Mech ensemble know of this before they all have to escape into Gavin’s old man body is dependent on whatever scenario exploration I decide to do.

DRIP—now known as Assistant, is kept in the chance there’s another standoff on signatures. They can, upon being requested to sign, override one to two members refusing to sign. Other than that, they don’t do much other than what is told of them. Maybe wandering around the areas The Board inhabits, tidying up while waiting for someone to call for them. It’s often that The Board directs their anger at whatever issues they have to Assistant. It was at its worst at the start, as they took any grievances they had with Marty, both because of the event, and other long-held issues with them, out on Assistant, a good part being the shared human-ness between them; that, and the fact that DRIP had helped them escape. Sometimes they’ll have Assistant entertain important figures, such as celebrities and shareholders.

Assistant does not have any memory of what happened before they had signed, but they do have fleeting memories of piloting a mech, a person they had less than positive feelings for singing, and places falling apart. They also find themself easily overwhelmed by many senses, so they don’t go outside of the building The Board resides in much. They can get the weird dream-memories checked out later--for now, they’ll keep doing what they’ve always done.

Other Ideas that aren’t fleshed out: +Bee Au, where Bee is also there. How? who knows.

Life in Maine: post-ending where the mergers who irl uploaded figure out how to live life. Ocs that are entire structures

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