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Post by automatedTimeshift on May 26, 2016 21:04:42 GMT
> Take a look in that chest before going to get food. It appears to be locked with... Well, a lock. You don't seem to have a key either. Guess it'll have to wait.
> Let's go and eat some good food! Considerably who is making said food... Let it not be weird creepy sister...>Food glorious food go eat. Michael --> Yes, actually. Food sounds excellent. You'll need your strength up to recover from your wound, and as a bonus, being well fed is a huge boost to willpower, for whatever task "F" needs you to do. Michael: (This has bad news written all over it. Then again, I am pretty hungry.) Michael: (As long as the food isn't spiked, I should be good.) Michael: Uh... sure. Let's go. Michael: Also what's with the hand thing. Do I need to like, hold your hand or- (???): Yes please!~♥ (???): Hee hee.~Michael: What are you giggling at? (???): Oh nothing.~ It's just... I've never held hands with a boy before, and now my big brother is holding my hand.~♥ Michael: Riiiiiiiight........ And it's not creepy or weird at all to you? (???): Nope! It's a dream come true.~ Michael: (Your dreams must stink then...) (???): Right this way!Michael: (So we're in a hallway now...) Michael: (There's no way that door across from us can lead to her room. Since we share a room together. I can only assume it leads to our 'parent/s' room or the bathroom.) Michael: (Nothing too strange... except this hallway is just gray and gloomy as my room. Is the whole house like this? I can't imagine living somewhere so... depressing.) Michael: (The girl isn't talking either. She's probably too giddy holding hands with me to think about anything else though.) (???): Almost at the stairs!(???): And we're here!~ Just down these steps is the livingroom, followed by the kitchen to our left. And the dining room to our right! (???): And you're still holding my hand too.~ How adorable.~♥ You can let go while we go downstairs if you wish.>You're bleeding, fix that head wound! (???): Actually now that I think about it that head wound looks pretty nasty. You weren't holding my hand because you wanted to, did you? (???): It was because you needed stability due to dizziness, right? (???): Well whichever it is, I can't let you risk walking downstairs by yourself. Do you need help?Thanks! You too Curris! It's honestly been a while since I seen activity from anyone I recognize here- besides SpiraV anyways (WB to you too btw!) Good to see you two again!
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2016 21:24:01 GMT
>Are your "parents" downstairs? if so, then maybe you do need your "sister" to come with you.
>Also, try to figure out what her name is.
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Post by sarahthehomestuck on May 26, 2016 21:35:52 GMT
>Yeah it's a bad idea to go down the stairs without help.
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Post by Neptz on May 26, 2016 22:33:46 GMT
>Consider that she might have kidnapped you and is kind of doing some creepy fantasy thing.
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Post by Curris on May 27, 2016 2:21:10 GMT
Yes. You need help. You thought you were stable, but the walking has made you woozy. Those stairs seem simple, but as you approach, they loom ominously.
Just ask for help. Your Little Sister seems oddly delighted to assist you, so you may as well make use of it.
Besides, didn't anyone warn you about stairs?
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Post by Spira-Virgo on May 27, 2016 3:35:09 GMT
> Ask her about this place. It looks too... White :/
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Post by automatedTimeshift on May 27, 2016 19:11:23 GMT
>Are your "parents" downstairs? if so, then maybe you do need your "sister" to come with you. >Also, try to figure out what her name is. >Yeah it's a bad idea to go down the stairs without help. Yes. You need help. You thought you were stable, but the walking has made you woozy. Those stairs seem simple, but as you approach, they loom ominously. Just ask for help. Your Little Sister seems oddly delighted to assist you, so you may as well make use of it. Michael: Uh... sure. I still feel woozy so- *YOINK!!* (???): Then it's settled! We get to hold hands once more!~♥ (???): Let's go!
> Ask her about this place. It looks too... White :/ >Consider that she might have kidnapped you and is kind of doing some creepy fantasy thing. Michael: (Hm... This girl is acting like my little sister and treating me like she loves me in a not-so platonic way... Is this some weird fantasy thing?) Michael: (Then again, what kind of parents let their child/teenager kidnap the person of their dreams? They'd have to be as equally unhinged.) (???): Heehee~ I get to hold hands with my cute older brother again. Michael: OKAAAAAAAAY aside from that, where in the world are we? (???): What do you mean? We're in our house! (???): You know, places people usually live in? Michael: A house? (???): Yep!~ Just a regular old house. Michael: Are you sure? Michael: Because this place looks like a mansion to me. (???): It is! Though most of the rooms are blocked off. (???): Daddy spends his time in the basement working on 'special projects' of sorts- probably robots like usual, and mum usually makes use of the exercise room to relive her acrobatics days. Michael: Wha... So let me get this straight. Our -mother- is an acrobatic and our -father- builds robots? (???): Yeah, is that really so hard to believe?Michael: Kind of, yes. Michael: That sounds too... bizarre. Like some 90's cartoon. (???): Well as long as you don't insult anyone, you're entitled to have your own opinion. (???): I on the other hand find it awesome, and you here makes it exciting! I'm sure dad and mum will be excited too.(???): Oooh!~ Speak of the devil herself!~ Michael: What?didn't anyone warn you about stairs?
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Post by sarahthehomestuck on May 27, 2016 19:26:12 GMT
>Look behind you
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Post by Spira-Virgo on May 27, 2016 19:39:12 GMT
> PREPARE FOR A SNEAK ATTACK!
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Post by Curris on May 27, 2016 19:51:14 GMT
Michael -> Having a robot-building father, and an acrobatic mother makes them sound like SuperVillains.
Mother --> "SuperWhat dear?" Give your son a reflex test.
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Post by automatedTimeshift on May 28, 2016 17:08:25 GMT
> PREPARE FOR A SNEAK ATTACK! (???): Behind you, silly!~
You don't see anything. Now you really don't see anything. Michael: OH GOD WHAT HAPPENED TO THE LIGHTS?! (???): Wait for it.~
Michael -> Having a robot-building father, and an acrobatic mother makes them sound like SuperVillains. Michael: ... What am I waiting for? (???): You'll see.~ Mom just loves to make entrances.~ Michael: So what, she's like some supervillain?Mother --> "Super What dear?" Give your son a reflex test. (???): A super what? Michael: (Uh oh...) (???): Darling, I hope you know that I take mocking to my area of expertise very seriously. As an acrobat, gymnast, AND a dancer. (???): Fortunately for you, I am in a very gracious mood, so I will hold no ill will towards you. However, I advise it does not happen again. (???): There will be very little repercussions, but I ask you to refrain from such nevertheless. (???): Ah but still, where are my manners? After all, you are my new son. And so as your mother, it is my duty to ensure that the rest of your life here will be...(???): Ab-so-lutely Be-autiful, darling!✧ (???): Amazing as always.~ (???): Ahuhuhu.~ (???): Thank you, darling.~ You say the kindest things.~ (???): And what about you, deary? Did you find my introduction ✧dazzling?✧ Michael: I... Think I'm too confused to know what to think... Michael: (She's actually kind of hot... What did I do to deserve a hot mom?) Michael: (Wait why did I call my mom hot? Oh no... is this place starting to get to me?) (???): Oh no worries dear, that confusion will clear right on up as you make yourself at home! (???): But before we begin there, I think we need to address the ...wounded elephant in the room, so to speak.Michael: The what? Michael: ... Michael: Oh. Oooh. You're talking about me. (???): Yeeeah. (???): How did you get hurt like that, dear? Are you okay?
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2016 18:04:05 GMT
>mom-instincts to the rescue. You simply can't let him run around with such a wound any longer.
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Post by Curris on May 28, 2016 18:23:31 GMT
Yup. Washup and bandages. You'll get a small lecture, and she'll fuss over you. Just go with the flow Michael
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Post by Spira-Virgo on May 28, 2016 18:31:30 GMT
> Say you had being sleeping again on the floor. It happens a lot recently. You might should reconsider a doctor, mother.
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Post by smuchmuch on May 28, 2016 22:03:32 GMT
>Feel a little like deja vu, like it's, oh let's say at random, the third time this hashappened and you're jsut going through the motions now.
>Also how come you're apparently not adult sized, neary small child sized in fact compared to your mother, when you're supposed to be almost eighteen according to creepy Dream Mc halucination ? Shouldn't most of your growth spurt be over by now ?
>So uh, why don't have some neat green scleras too ?
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Post by automatedTimeshift on May 29, 2016 23:31:02 GMT
>Feel a little like deja vu, like it's, oh let's say at random, the third time this has happened and you're just going through the motions now. >mom-instincts to the rescue. You simply can't let him run around with such a wound any longer. Yup. Wash up and bandages. You'll get a small lecture, and she'll fuss over you. Just go with the flow Michael. Michael: (I'm getting the weirdest feeling of Deja Vu. Like... I saw what was going to happen next- or having a dream of it. But what does it mean? That I can see things before they happen based on vague clues of the future?[1]) Michael: (This is already confusing enough as it is, better not add to the confusion.) Michael: I uh... I hit my head so hard and then felt tired so I took a nap? (???): You should have come to me and let me fix you up! You're lucky that it's probably finished healing by now. (???): Mum's right. What if it got infected? (???): I don't think that infections would do horrible damage that quickly, dear. Nevertheless I am proud of you for your concern. (???): And speaking of concern, I think it's about time we get that thing cleaned up. (???): Be a dear and fetch a wet rag from the bathroom, as well as some bandages for your brother, darling. (???): Yes mummy! (???): As for -you,- come over here and let me see the damage. Michael: ... Okay........Michael: (Wow... I feel so short compared to her.) Michael: (Am I short? Or is she just freakishly tall?) Michael: (Also, do I have green sclera too? I can't look at my own eyes without a mirror so...) (???): So darling, while we wait... Why don't we get to know each other a bit better? (???): Let's start with your name. I'm going to have to learn it if I'm going to be your mother. Michael: ... My name is Michael. Michael: (Is that the first time we've ever mentioned one of our names? I think so.) (???): Michael... It has a glamorous ring to it.~ You may just call me 'mom.' Michael: What- why? Why not tell me your real name? 'Mom': Darling, there's a certain thrill one gets whenever they're referred to by parental status. Hearing you call me 'mom' would bring a tug at my heartstrings.~ Michael: Okay fair enough... 'Mom.' 'Mom': Fabulous!~(???): Mummy! I got the washcloth and bandages! 'Mom': Even more fabulous, darling!~ I'll just be taking that if you please. Michael: And... What about you? What do I call you? (???): 'Little sis' or 'Sis' is fine!~ Michael: You too? I don't even get to know your name? 'Sis': Hm... Maybe one day.~ 'Mom': I'm going to apply the cloth to your head now dear. Michael: Is that really necessary? I could probably wash it myself. 'Mom': Nonsense! It's my job to take care of you and bandage up your wounds, deary.Michael: Aaah! Achachachachachachachacha! 'Mom': What's wrong dearie? Are you okay? Michael: Yeah... It's just... really, REALLY cold is all. 'Mom': Oh I'm sorry... I just need to clean this up a bit okay? 'Sis': Heehee.~ Squirm more why don't you?~ 'Mom': Stop teasing your brother, dearie. This is serious.
MINUTES IN THE FUTURE... ... But not many. 'Mom': There! You're all patched up, sweetie. 'Sis': Way to go, mum! 'Mom': Thank you, dearie! It was nothing really, just needed to clean up a bit of dried up blood. 'Mom': Now, who's hungry for turkey?~
[1]It's a joke about how this is the third time I've tried getting this story off the ground after the original and the first reboot made me lose interest/got deleted bc MSPAforums hacking.
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Post by Neptz on May 29, 2016 23:40:39 GMT
>Michael: Have a feeling you don't really have green sclera.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2016 0:32:42 GMT
>Excuse yourself to the bathroom, then check your sclera color in the mirror discreetly.
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Post by dariusblake on May 30, 2016 1:48:49 GMT
Micheal: Ninja outta there, there's something wrong with "mother dearest"... and the fact your "sister"'s accent doesn't match up...
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Post by Curris on May 30, 2016 2:39:16 GMT
Aww man. They both know your name, and you don't know either of theirs. In some cultures, knowing one's name gives the addresser power over the Named. That's got you at a disadvantage.
Either way -> You're still hungry, so turkey sounds good.
Try to look around the house. Get your bearings. Explore with your Eyes!
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Post by Spira-Virgo on May 30, 2016 2:54:34 GMT
> Say Mom, how come you red yes, Sis has Green an dear Michal here has black eyes?
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Post by sarahthehomestuck on May 31, 2016 22:00:34 GMT
>Yes turkey devour that turkey like it's thanksgiving.
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Post by automatedTimeshift on May 31, 2016 22:22:31 GMT
Aww man. They both know your name, and you don't know either of theirs. In some cultures, knowing one's name gives the addresser power over the Named. That's got you at a disadvantage. Micheal: Ninja outta there, there's something wrong with "mother dearest"... and the fact your "sister"'s accent doesn't match up... Michael: Well I am, but... What's with the accent? 'Sis': What do you mean? 'Mom': Uh oh... Michael: You keep saying 'mum' and 'mummy.' 'Sis': It's a cultural thing. Michael: What kind of cultural thing involves using words that don't fit you? 'Mom': Darling please don't... 'Sis': I don't follow. What are you talking... about? Michael: I meant it sounds so... forced. Michael: Like, there's probably evidence some type of English is in your blood but... you sound more like you'd be more American or Cana-'Sis': *AHAHEM* 'Sis': Big brother, I think it would be wise to wash your hands AND NEVER SPEAK ABOUT THE VALIDITY OF MY IDENTITY AGAIN BECAUSE I DON'T LIKE TALKING ABOO- ABOUT IT before you eat!~ Don't yooou?~ Michael: What? I don't- 'Sis': Of course you do!~ It's sanitary after all! DO NOT CLAIM I AM CANADIAN. PLEASE AND THANK YOU. 'Mom': Deary, where are you taking your brother? 'Sis': To the upstairs bathroom, mummy! We'll be down again soon! get a MOVE ON! 'Mom': O-okay... Be careful! And be back soon! I hate it when she gets like this...
You are now in the upstairs bathroom right across from your own room, confirming your suspicions that said room is a bathroom. That was... Something. Apparently your 'sister' doesn't like it when people think she's Canadian or not-English in general. You wonder why.
>Michael: Have a feeling you don't really have green sclera.
>Excuse yourself to the bathroom, then check your sclera color in the mirror discreetly.
> Say Mom, how come you red yes, Sis has Green and dear Michal here has black eyes?
You're still hungry, so turkey sounds good. Try to look around the house. Get your bearings. Explore with your Eyes!
For the sake of confirmation, you decide to look in the mirror.
And...
It's you! Not that it could ever be anyone else.
Nothing too special, standard stuff here. Though it does appear your BLUE EYES have darkened to a solid black. At least your sclera is normal, which also confirms that something must of happened for the others to have strange eyes. Nothing too interest-
It's mine.
Michael(?): Yeah that's right. Michael(?): Remember me? Haha, of course not. Michael(?): Listen up, loser. You're nothing but a figment of my imagination brought to life by that weird woman. Michael(?): So when I say I'm going to take it back, I MEAN IT. Michael(?): And don't even say that you don't know what I'm talking about, because you know good and well what it is.
Michael(?): You're nothing but a thought in my head that was never supposed to exist. A puny little piece of the personality pie in my brain. Michael(?): So when I win this little 'war with myself' as that stupid woman puts it, my first task will be erasing you from existence. Michael(?): Enjoy your freedom while it lasts, -thought-. Because you're not going to be free much longer. Michael(?): I'm the original. I'm going to take back what's mine. Michael(?): And -you- are not going to stop me.
Michael(?): Seeya, loser.
... You're afraid to go around mirrors now.
'Sis': Michael? Have you washed your hands yet?
Author's note:
Are you confused yet?~
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Post by Neptz on May 31, 2016 22:29:48 GMT
>What a fucking asshole. Stare at the mirror until he comes back and shittalk him.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2016 22:33:09 GMT
>Panic and break the mirror
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