Disconnected

[robust shadow]

I think it is.

[little schooner]

Sarcasm not intended. The role's name is "speedrunner"

[little schooner]

Chapter 57: Observe
"So… uh… how's your food been?" Ruffles held up their lantern, tilting their head.

Spitfire looked up from the mole lizard, narrowing their eyes at them. "It's food. All I can ask for."

"Good. Good."

Spitfire threw the carcass to the side, before continuing forward through the citadel without another word. They were not in the mood for small talk at the moment.

It was fortunate that the cycles had been more generous as of late. Perhaps Five Pebbles was being considerate.

It would seem utterly out of character, they thought bitterly. After all, he had hurt Looks to the Moon, to the point that little creatures like them were required to save her. They'd almost rather just let their disease take over them and die in some forgotten corner of the facility than face such a destructive individual.

Almost.

Not enough to stop them as they walked past a shelter, eyes trained ahead.

Ruffles rushed in front of them, waving their arms.

"Hey, Spitfire- you missed the shelter!"

"I saw it just fine," they replied, walking past them.

Ruffles ran ahead, walking backwards as they signed. "You don't want to stop?"

"The sooner we get to Pebbles, the sooner I can get my medicine and return to Moon."

"We don't know where the next shelter is," Spearmaster retorted, catching up to Spitfire and matching their pace. "And I'm really not feeling up to getting crushed by the rain."

"Look, if you two want to shelter here, be my guest." Spitfire wrinkled their nose. "But I'll be going on ahead."

Spearmaster and Ruffles exchanged looks.

"No, we'll go with you," Ruffles said. "Let's go."

Spearmaster shrugged, tapping a spear on the ground as they walked.

"...thank you," Spitfire signed, as genuinely as they could make it, before picking up their pace.

[little schooner]

The trio continued on through the citadel, a red overseer guiding them forward. Insects and spiders skittered away from their footsteps, taking to the walls and tight corners. Lantern mice hanging from the ceiling observed them warily from where they were hanging, but made little move to flee.

The path ahead eventually brightened, the shadow of Five Pebbles' can breaking to reveal the gathering clouds above. The cycle was coming to a close, soon, but Spitfire had no desire to turn back.

"I think we're almost out of here," Spearmaster commented.

"I hope so. It always feels like I'm being watched…"

Spitfire scoffed. "By what, the coalesapedes?"

"...not just them."

Spitfire narrowed their eyes, glancing around. Something bright flashed in the distance, but just as they snapped their gaze towards it, it disappeared as if it were never there…

"...I see it, too. Might be an overseer, but… why would it be keeping its distance?"

"At least I'm not crazy," Ruffles replied, snorting.

Spearmaster waved at the red overseer. It came forward, and they began to sign illegibly to it. Eventually, it disappeared into the ground.

"Let's keep going. Hopefully there's a shelter ahead."

The troop continued forward, taking pipes and climbing up poles, until they reached a gate. Fortunately, on the ground was a shelter pipe. Spitfire sighed, entering in first.

Unfortunately, the shelter was… quite small.

Ruffles followed behind, with Spearmaster trailing after. They all stood shoulder to shoulder on the floor of the shelter as it began to close.

"Well, I suppose we're sleeping close tonight," Spitfire sighed.

[little schooner]

Ruffles flopped down onto the floor, stretching before rolling onto their side. "I don't mind," they replied. "Come over here. We can share a side and give Spears some space to do… whatever they do for their nightly rituals."

"Fair enough." Spitfire stretched out, before taking their place next to Ruffles. Their pelt was slick and cold, but it… wasn't bad. Especially when they angled their back to them to cool off their pesky lump.

The way they were angled gave them a chance to watch Spearmaster in action as they twirled their spear in their hand and began drawing on the ground. For some reason, though, Spearmaster had gotten into the habit of writing symbols while in the shelters in the facility. They weren't sure what purpose it served, but it seemed to occupy their traveling companion's time well enough.

Spitfire felt their eyes grow heavy as they watched. The little scratch-scratch-scratches of the needle melded with the pouring rain outside, and they felt their body relax.

Before they could drift off to sleep, however, the shelter became awash in a reddish glow. They cracked their eyes open to find Spearmaster up against one wall, signing in their little language…

…and an overseer, projecting shifting images of a yellowish god-machine, clad in an off-purple robe and making similar gestures.

The tiredness they had in their body evaporated away, but they remained stock still as they watched the conversation play out. Even though they couldn't understand any of it, Spearmaster's mouthless expression was contorted into worry.

Spearmaster and… Seven Red Suns, they guessed… talked for a good while, with Spitfire just… watching. At some points the overseer switched to projecting another image. Spearmaster glanced over at Spitfire at one point, but didn't seem to regard them so much, jumping back into their conversation within a beat.

[little schooner]

…just as fast as the red light flooded the room, it was gone, the overseer blipping out of the shelter. Spitfire tilted their head quizzically at Spearmaster.

"What was that all about?" they asked.

"The thing you two saw. Suns seeked it out, and… well, it seemed to be an overseer, after all. Thing is… they had no idea who it belonged to. Apparently the usual identification data they have was just… replaced by the initials 'REN', encoded with a very specific security key that let it bypass the lockdown here… and the name "Lucy", for some reason."

"Is that… bad?"

"I don't know…" Spearmaster flexed their hands for a moment, settling down. "Suns said they tried to reach out to the iterator, but… they couldn't find anyone. Either they're reclusive or don't exist.

Spitfire scrunched their nose. "Should we be worried?"

"Technically, no. It can't do much to us. We just… should be wary if it starts trying to communicate with us. We don't know what the iterator behind it wants, only that they're here."

"I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for having Suns do that. Being able to request things from your god-machine-parent is impressive."

"One of the more useful things that overseer has done for me, at least. They… aren't the brightest things."

"Have you seen them? They could probably light up the entire citadel if they tried."

"Well, it would be news to me if they were capable of that." Spearmaster snorted lightly. "I doubt that Suns would keep that functionality from us, though."

Spitfire chuckled, pressing their back into Ruffles' a bit more. It was sore, but the damp coolness that followed them was a respite from the aching that had grown more common over the past few cycles.

They yawned, stretching out a bit. "I… should sleep…" they signed, eyes already drooping.

"Won't keep you. The stars know that you need it."

"Thanks, Spears…"

They let their eyes fall shut, finally drifting off to a dreamless sleep.

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[empty kayak]

Chapter consumed

[rancid swift]

very nice
took me awhile to remember who was who/here but yeah figured it out pretty quickly this was very enjoyable thank you hope you are well!

[rotund walrus]

||thought that was a miros there lmao, renegade really keeping eyes on everything...

Or the overseers just have autonomy||

[still mulch]

Consumed

||So they’ve noticed the odd overseer. Someone has some explaining to do….. eventually||

||closer and closer to hunter vs pebbs||

Thanks for the chapter!! Hope you’re feeling a little better ❤️

[rotund walrus]

||you will never catch me! Not when I switch into INCOGNITO MODE!||

[little schooner]

||Renegade has NordVPN, the sponsor of today's chapter! (Joking)||

[pallid patio]

That's super funny

[rotund walrus]

Bumping!

[little schooner]

gracias

[little schooner]

here get moon and some scups

skittles

[still mulch]

Moon and scups!!!

[little schooner]

fun fact i ve been working on a comic sort of thing for chapter 23

ive actually completed it!

here take a look

||happy make a terrible comic day||

[still mulch]

it’s fuckim wimdy

[robust shadow]

Spear’s snout is funny.

[rotund walrus]

Hm yes, the consequences of Hunter's rot, RAPID DOWNSIZE

[pallid patio]

@little schooner what

[little schooner]

A bookmark

On the fic

[pallid patio]

Oh ok, cool

[still mulch]

This has to have been made right after April fools chap

[little schooner]

Probably

[rancid swift]

yeah sounds about right

[little schooner]

Chapter 58: Throw
A focused eye was trained on the target. The muscles on her shoulder flexed as she reeled back the spear. Her aim was impossibly quick, and she swiftly thrust the weapon through the air. It struck true, embedding itself in the targeted wall with a satisfying thud.

Looks to the Moon perked up from the wall she was leaning on. She couldn't help but be impressed by Pursuit of Lizards' prowess. Having such potent control of her body, and such an innate sense of trajectory and momentum…

She absently wondered if she would ever have that sort of ability, or if she would be stuck with using spears exclusively as mobility aids.

Lizard appeared in front of her, leaning a bit close with her scrutinizing gaze. "...now that I think about it, your short, spindly, inexperienced arms may not be ready for a spear just yet."

"Oh…" Moon sank down a bit, a stuffy feeling bubbling up inside of her. Lizard was right, of course, but seeing how her arms were described…

She crossed her arms, glancing away, towards the other scavengers who were practicing in the room.

Lizard took something off of her belt, presenting it to her. A… brick. Likely pried off of one crumbling structure or another.

"We can start small. Throwing a rock is easier than throwing a spear."

Oh.

Moon reached out and grabbed the brick. She averted Lizard's gaze, focusing her attention on the piece of rubble instead.

It was dark, weighty. Rough, could probably cut her if she wasn't careful. She could see that even this inert object could be weaponized in the right hands.

Lizard snapped her out of her thoughts. Quite literally, as she snapped her fingers a few times to get her attention.

"There you are. Don't get engrossed in the details of that thing, it's a rock like any other." She huffed, before pointing at the target where the spear was still embedded. "I want to see your best attempt to hit that target."

"Okay… okay."

[little schooner]

She shuffled over to the line that Lizard had thrown her spear from. Her steps were still unsure, and her feet ached with the pressure, but with the short distance she was confident enough to try the activity without the support of her spear.

Her mind went back to the way that Lizard had thrown the spear. Throwing arm angled back, with the other arm extended forward, and one foot in front of the other. She tried to mimic the pose, adjusting her stance until she felt that it was right.

She glanced back at Lizard… almost hoping she'd have something to say. However, she just stared back expectantly. Not a single word.

Sighing, Moon returned to her… mimicry. She slowly mimicked the movement of throwing. Taking a step forward, moving her upper arm with her forearm lagging behind, before finally ending with her throwing arm extended out in the direction of her intended throw.

She practiced the movement a few times. It… felt about right. The momentum in her arm would carry into the brick, and once she let go it would be sent arcing through the air and… hopefully… into her target.

Well, she didn't think it was necessary to delay anymore. She took her final stance, reeling back her arm, staring at the target, and with one large burst of motion she-

-felt as her backpack tugged against her chest, her face mere inches from the ground. She had barely comprehended the time between. She… hadn't even braced.

She had been too focused on the motion that she hadn't thought about what had come after… nor did she dedicate enough processing power to her spatial awareness. So, she had tumbled forward, the only thing preventing her from crashing into the ground being the sturdy hands of Lizard.

She was lifted up onto her feet from under her arms, wincing as she made eye contact with Lizard. She adjusted her mask to get a better look at her, before she… laughed?

[little schooner]

"Quite a show for your first time, Moon," she said. "You're lucky I caught you. Wouldn't want that other eye to get broken too."

"It…" she trailed off, a sudden fatigue washing over her. She rubbed her head, wincing. Had she broken something? Were these her final moments? Was this how she was going to die?

She… had failed. And she knew why. Moon wasn't a scavenger or slugcat or lizard or vulture. She was an iterator, built to think, and no matter how much she… needed… to push away her iterator instincts, she couldn't just…

Lizard's slitted eyes boggled for a bit, before she helped Moon sit down on the ground.

"Hey. You alright? Stay with me, Moon. Are you hurt?"

Moon paused for a moment. She… there was nothing wrong. The exertion… wasn't doing this to her. She wasn't dying. Why did she think that? No, there was something else that was causing her systems to feel as if they were made of gelatin. She… shook her head.

Lizard leaned down to her eye level.

"Look… you and your stubby arms made a good effort. And no one gets it right on their first try. There's no need to be ashamed of that."

Ashamed?

...

"Sorry. Sorry…"

"Don't apologize. Just be glad that the only thing that might've been hurt is your pride." Lizard poked at her chest teasingly, the sensation of the contact remaining even after Lizard's finger was long gone.

Moon rubbed the spot, looking past Lizard. She eventually caught the brick on the ground, a bit aways from the target. "...did I hit it, at least?"

Lizard chuckled. "Not even close. Wasn't enough power in your throw. Don't worry too much about it, I'm sure you'll get better with practice and time." Lizard paused, glancing back at the target. "Next time, though, we may have you start closer, so you can try your hand at accuracy."

"...okay. Okay. I… I can do that." She leaned back a bit, sighing. "I can try that soon, just… I think I need a moment."

[little schooner]

"Take your time, Moon. But don't be too long. I need to sleep eventually."

"Alright… thank you. Your help and wisdom means a lot to me."

"It's the least I can do for… for my family." Lizard glanced away, huffing.

Moon paused. She… had read her correctly, right? She had called her 'family'. Though… there was some hesitation...

"If you… don't want to consider me family, you don't have to. I don't mind."

Lizard shot a stern glare at her. "Don't say that. The tribe is family, and you are a part of the tribe. Therefore, you are family." She sighed, relaxing her expression and adjusting her mask. "I still have my reservations, of course. But I trust Spines to know what it is doing. Despite its growing mellowness, our tribe has prospered under its rule. And… it's not a secret that this success has something to do with you."

Moon was going to protest, say that she hadn't done anything, but… it would be a lie. Knowledge is power, and by befriending Spines, and exchanging information with it, she had been inadvertently giving it the power to change the course of its society.

Was that… something to be proud of? To push a budding society towards progress, the same progress that may lead to sorrow, amplifying the echoing claustrophobia that existed in every being?

She glanced back at the brick. That little piece of her that couldn't make it. Despite everything, it had fallen short. Unable to do anything.

…unless.

Carefully, Moon rose onto her feet, stepping towards the brick. Lizard moved out of the way, tilting her head.

"Let's try this again," Moon said finally. "This time, I'll… try not to fall."

She crouched down slowly, reaching out and grabbing it. She glanced back at Lizard, who gave her a nod.

[little schooner]

Moon took her stance, tilting her head back and forth. Based on where the brick had landed from her starting point, she should… yes. She reeled back her arm, gaze hardening.

Muscles flexed. Bones creaked. A step forward, a swift extension of her arm, and a release. She staggered forward, but kept her balance as she watched her projectile soar through the air.

The brick clanked off the wall, before bouncing off the spear and coming to a stop on the ground. The little scuff it made had barely marked the target, aim set too high.

Moon rubbed her throwing arm. A bit of strain from the whole ordeal, but the ache of the throw was already diminishing as she felt a sturdy hand clasp on her shoulder.

"Nice job, cousin." Lizard signed, smiling lightly. "There, see? You did it. It'll get easier, too, with practice."

Moon ran a finger over one of the pearls in her necklace. The corrupt memory, frozen in time. A moment at her lowest point, crystalized. The data that streamed through her fingertips pained her, a constant reminder of what had happened, mixing alongside her current condition.

Her gaze fell upon the brick. Once a part of her, now repurposed into something else. Inert, but capable of so much more with the right application.

What was. What could be.

She looked back at Lizard. "Another round, then?"

"You bounce back fast, hum? Alright, if you insist."

Moon smiled, taking a step back as Lizard went to grab that little piece of rubble. Her aim would get better. Same with the strength placed into the throw. It would come with practice and time.

She would live. She would learn. One step at a time.

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[empty kayak]

Oh my god, new Disconnected chapter ?

[rancid swift]

yeah

[still mulch]

Great chapter! Already read most of it but nice to see it finished

||moon and her scav family. I love it—and I love seeing her train and develop and gain confidence ||

[little schooner]

hell yeah

hold on do embeds work

https://tenor.com/view/rain-world-scavenger-surprise-laptop-gif-17020856163382655299

:v

why is it working on this thing

becuase i edited the mesage?

[red falcon]

didnt they remove gifs again casue some people just couldnt stop posting stupid stuff?

[empty kayak]

Only pictures and files from your computer work; if you want to use gifs you have to download them

[little schooner]

yeah there are some less than kosher gifs on tenor

[rotund walrus]

bump status: bumped

[little schooner]

The bumperrrrrrrrr (thank you)

[robust shadow]

If you decide to not like bumpers, just scream at the brick wall.

[little schooner]

I have no idea what that means lol

[robust shadow]

Basically, go insane and start chatting alone here.

You won’t ever need anyone else to bump your thread.

[still mulch]

Can’t stop me

[little schooner]

Ah I see

Okay okay

Uh. Next chapter's coming along. Let's just say that, unless plans change, it's gonna be a Banana POV

[still mulch]

banana

[little schooner]

might be a pebbles pov instead

idk we'll see

[still mulch]

Oh no, not my favorite character…

[rotund walrus]

Monk got done dirty

[empty kayak]

Webbles!
||Can't wait for hunter to him with a rock||

[little schooner]

banana pov will come, i just need to figure out chapter order for pace

[little schooner]

i have been infected by the evil moon au virus

don't worry not for the main story

dc'ed au now has an au

im coining it regicide

can you guess what it involves

:)

[rotund walrus]

Wait wasn't that uhh

Let me check

Oh okay it's not what I thought it would be but uhh

||SPINES NOOOOO ||

[little schooner]

spines? dead. shore? dead. moon? well...

less emaciated, more injured, and more willing to choose violence

[rotund walrus]

Oh no she's in her artificer arc

why would she decide to just go killing scavs tho

[little schooner]

oh her violence isnt against scavs

she isn't even the one to start the violence.

[little schooner]

the inciting incident for the diverge is artificer killing shore.

[rotund walrus]

So shore dies, then arti finishes off spines and takes care of moon while teaching her the ways of "kill shit dead" I guess?

[little schooner]

well uh

not exactly

[robust shadow]

AU of your own canon? Nice.

[little schooner]

arti just leaves moon there, not giving her the time of day. keep in mind that it's shore that points her out to them.
and, without the scavs to make sure she stays in one place, she gets quite battered

au of au gang

[rotund walrus]

... r u d e

[little schooner]

yeah her violence would be directed at artificer (at first)

thus the cycle of violence is perpetuated, rather than ended

[rotund walrus]

Interesting

[little schooner]

she finds out what happened with the evidence the scavengers left behind and vague memories from iggy and overseer data. she has to leave her can much sooner than intended (if she goes with the messengers at all)

[little schooner]

i uh made art

[rotund walrus]

Sorry guys, the au is put on hold so that the au au can be developed

Also damn she really got banged up

[little schooner]

yeah

this all started when i was like "hee hee what if ren and moon got into combat"

[rotund walrus]

Oh no

[still mulch]

But—but what about lesbiabs

[little schooner]

dont worry they'll probably both survive

idk havent planned that far

[rotund walrus]

[Insert "enemies to lovers" tag here]

[still mulch]

slams fists on table

You have! My attention!

[little schooner]

moon's probably pissed at ren so is the one who initiates the fight, but meets her match with her former friend. afterwards the two have a serious talk about their mutual mistakes

or somethign

[still mulch]

Augh I want it, I wanna read that

[rotund walrus]

||and then they kiss??? || /j

[still mulch]

Where’s the fanart???

[little schooner]

right 'ere

plus a not blury version

[still mulch]

She COMIN

Augh this is sick though!!! Super dynamic

rip moon though ren has a gun

[little schooner]

working on main fic now

almost forgot that monk's gates are a little silly :)

[little schooner]

oh the matchup is more even than it seems. not seen here is a gaggle of neuron flies and such

[rotund walrus]

They are sitting back and watching

[little schooner]

I just imagined neuron flies sitting back and eating popcorn haha thank you

[still mulch]

Wearing team jerseys

[little schooner]

Guh I wanna draw it

But I'm going on a road trip

[still mulch]

Road trip!! Have fun

[little schooner]

But you know what that means

(I get to write on the car ride)

[rotund walrus]

THE WRITING GRIND NEVER STOPS BABYYYYYY

[still mulch]

Aughhh I love this lmfao

I wanna read it so bad pff

Moon goes fuckin FERAL

[little schooner]

how did this happen

made a thread in the DC'ed server

https://discord.com/channels/1232863521541324952/1260385391891058749

[little schooner]

daniel vs the cooler daniel

[rotund walrus]

Wait so what is the reason for moon fighting ren besides just angy?

[still mulch]

I guess she’s kind of primed to be generally angy and on finding out that sos lied to her she just fuckin loses it? Maybe?

Been in fight mode too long

[little schooner]

Yeah she's just. Pissed. She probably saw Ren coming through overseers and was just like. "What the fuck"

I'd need to write/draw it out. And it doesn't help that I just woke up

[rotund walrus]

"Yo who's this?"
"..."
"Imma kill 'em"

[little schooner]

No, she recognizes Ren as Sliver. Moon also probably hears of the legends of Renegade/Thunderbreaker. Might order the scavengers to bring her to her base of operations (her can). She'd probably be pissed, like

"It's you. It's been a while, hasn't it? Hid away on the wastes, refusing to face your mistakes."

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry won't cut it, not anymore. Maybe if I wasn't broken, maybe if I was still naive above the clouds, maybe that would have sufficed. But your actions have caused so much undue harm."

[little schooner]

aaaaa

[still mulch]

Famwee

[little schooner]

Content warning for this chapter (Chapter 59: Caught). Suicidal thoughts and self-harming behaviors. Please do not read if you aren't in the right headspace for it. Next chapter will probably be out tomorrow, and it should be lighter.

[little schooner]

Chapter 59: Caught
What even was this concoction? A random slurry of chemicals that was supposed to help this little rat?

Well, he knew what it was, technically. Analgesics, antihistamines, targeted chemicals that fought against the sickness… but he couldn't exactly wrap his mind on how Sig came up with the specific formula for the medication…

Ping

Five Pebbles' attention turned temporarily to the new data from his overseer. Moon's next move in their game of dominoes, and an accompanying set of images that it had taken along the way

He took a moment to scan over the images as he decided on his next move. It was… more of the same, really. Scavengers boggling at his overseer, bits of her collapsed can, and, of course, her puppet, which was sitting with that little ruffian resting against her shoulder as she gazed up into his overseer.

She was always doing something with that puppet… and, if he was honest with himself, he wasn't so sure why. Wouldn't it be more efficient to sit in a corner out of the way and recuperate, spending as little energy as possible? Move her consciousness away from her puppet to dull the pain that had to certainly permeate it?

He knew that he was making a habit of it as of late, at least.

Only a moment longer, and off he sent the data for his turn.

He checked through his other overseer data, next. The white rodent he had helped a few cycles ago seemed to be seeking out the messengers after all, going down into the chimney stacks rather than continuing west. Meanwhile, the messengers had just crossed into the region of the chimney stacks, themselves. It was reasonable to assume that they would meet soon… maybe not this cycle, but perhaps the next.

There… wasn't much more to occupy his time with. Just looking through overseer data, letting his solution work on his systems. He'd dismiss the warnings in his labs, the sensitive components stinging as they were being worked away.

Of course, it wouldn't be all quiet.

[little schooner]

No Significant Harassment, Five Pebbles 

NSH: Hey, Pebbles. 
NSH: What's your progress on Spitfire's medicine? 

FP: It's brewing. Should be ready for when they come. 

NSH: That's good. 
NSH: …


FP: Anything else? Or can I get back to my work? 

NSH: …thank you, for giving them another chance. You… didn't have to do this. I didn't even think you'd do it, given… 
NSH: …it doesn't matter. Just know that your help is appreciated.```

Pebbles paused. There was something more. Something that he refused to say. 

Why? Did he not trust him? Did he think he'd go back on his promises? 

…maybe Sig did think that. Maybe he had a good reason to, as well. 

```FP: My charity is unconditional, if you are worried about speaking your mind. 

NSH: …

FP: If you believe I am lying, fine. I don't need your opinion or approval anyways. 

NSH: Alright, fine. I'll believe you. 
NSH: I just… I don't understand what is going on in that can of yours sometimes, why you do the things you do. 

FP: You don't have to understand me. You could always just leave me alone. 

NSH: You see, that's the thing. I kind of can't leave you alone. You and Moon have gotten seriously hurt in this whole fiasco. 
NSH: She isn't blameless… none of us are, really. But you're the one who held her life in your hands. And you're the one who…
NSH: Who took it away from her. You killed her, Pebbles. 

FP: I recognize that I may have played a part in her collapse. 

NSH: 'A part'? A *part*?! You were starving her of water with your experiments! Don't you realize that? 

FP: That isn't true. 

NSH: You're… kidding. 
NSH: …
NSH: Prove it, then. Send the logs. ```

To be frank, he hadn't wanted to. Doubt licked at his mind, ever since he had been in that broadcast with Suns. He… did know that he had upped his water usage after her collapse, but… surely he hadn't-

[little schooner]

…

No. No no no no no. He…that couldn't… his logs must be off…

…four times. He had been taking four times his normal water intake before her collapse.

Even under the most ideal circumstances, Moon's intakes wouldn't have been able to take from the reservoirs after a little over a cycle of this accelerated computing…

The reality of his actions pulsated through his systems. He receded into his can, components curling in on themselves, processes flinching and sputtering. It was as if ice had slipped into his lymphatic system, chilling him to his very cores.

…he hadn't meant to hurt her. He only wanted an escape for himself. Nothing more.

She must despise him for it. She had to know. Yet she still spoke with him. She was still there. That same caring, coddling spirit that he had known ever since he was activated. Perhaps a bit hardened, a bit more blunt, but… it was still her. And she was still talking with him, sending him turns, patronizing him, as if she knew better.

…maybe she did. Maybe they all did. Maybe he should have let the dead rest in peace long ago.

But Sliver's death didn't detract from the fact that, in the end, he still wanted an escape. A way out. And right now, he had it, at the edge of his systems, eating away at himself until there was nothing there, nothing left but an idea in the minds of his kin, but even that would fade eventually…

…right. He should send the logs to Sig.

FP: Here you go. You were right. 

NSH: … 
NSH: Thank you. I hope you understand what you've done, now. 

FP: …yes. I… need some time to process this.

NSH: Go ahead.```

He let the broadcast fade into his memory and… checked his current water usage. Was it too much? Was he hurting her even now? 

…of course he was. Every cycle, he would exhale, and she would drown. Her puppet may be safe and dry, but the rest of her would flood with his breath.

[little schooner]

…

He let a haze wash over him. His processes ground to a near-halt, his perceptions updating far less frequently and all non-vital programs being terminated. He couldn't shut down completely, no, otherwise he would have done that a long time ago. But he could reduce his impact as much as possible. The rains would still be deadly, if his projections were correct… but hopefully they would be that much more gentle, that much less frequent, to allow some semblance of relief, even as it caused him much discomfort.

He vaguely wished he could have done more. Even now, when he was trying to help, he was only a burden on her and everyone around him…

Ping

…right. The game. His overseer.

He roused himself from his stupor just enough to review the data. The footage showed much of the same. Scavengers on patrol, waterlogged systems, and, of course, her puppet-

It took him a moment to realize what he was looking at. Surrounding her and the ruffian, there was… a small collection of scavengers that had gathered around them. Most were pups, but a few adults were watching the affair. A few of the pups were resting on her lap, or clamoring over the ruffian's tail. Some were looking towards the overseer's projection, or looking towards her, while others had their eyes shut and were curled around each other.

Moon was… gesticulating at them. Using their primitive language to communicate. He absently wondered what she was talking about…

He caught her pointing at the board. At the piece she was placing.

Was she… explaining the game to them? What would be the point, if they couldn't even play?

…it was mildly amusing to see, at least. He took an embarrassingly long moment to place his piece, sending his turn back to her before underclocking himself once again. Hopefully she'd appreciate the longer cycles, at least.

[little schooner]

Content warning for this chapter (Chapter 59: Caught). Suicidal thoughts and self-harming behaviors. Please do not read if you aren't in the right headspace for it. Next chapter will probably be out tomorrow, and it should be lighter.

Summary:
Five Pebbles finally realizes what he has done to Looks to the Moon, spurred on by No Significant Harassment's prying. In response, he underclocks himself as much as possible in order to reduce the severity of his rains.

Meanwhile, he discovers that Moon is beginning to show the scavengers dominoes.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53764783/chapters/145932106

[robust shadow]

Consumed.

[rotund walrus]

||Silly little pebbles not noticing he's killing his sister, whoopsie ||

[still mulch]

||pebbles you fucking dumbass||

||well, it’s good he finally realized… seriously bro was just willfully ignoring the truth here ||

||scavs and moon: being cute||
||pebbles: why aren’t you sitting alone in the corner for maximum efficiency||

Peebs chapter consumed and enjoyed

Even though ||my boy is hurting||

[rotund walrus]

optimize, increase efficiency, streamline process, ||stand in a corner||

[still mulch]

||smh wasting precious recovery minutes on useless nonsense like love and acceptance.||

[little schooner]

Pff

[little schooner]

||I headcanon that in canon he didn't realize that he was killing Moon until much later. Sometime before her actual, final collapse.||

||Of course, this headcanon has bled into DC'ed because, uh, angst||

[rotund walrus]

||he's just dumb like this ||

[little schooner]

||Not necessarily dumb, just ignorant/in denial||

[still mulch]

I went with this. ||pebbs was aware that this could happen, though, and accepted the risk, thinking he had it under control enough that it wouldn’t. He did not notice when he began to intake too much, and didn’t realize until forced comms what was happening.||

[little schooner]

Wooo differing headcanons! (Genuine)

In a story as open as Rain World's, a lot is open to interpretation

[still mulch]

Very open :3

||Pebbs hyperfixating on experiments while moon is dying lmfao||

[rotund walrus]

||why did that make me think of autism creature all of a sudden wtf||

[rancid swift]

I did the read
I did enjoy

[little schooner]

Chapter 60: Alien
Banana took a deep breath. The air around here was far different than any place they had been before. Unlike the earthy must of their home, or the repulsive stench of the wastes they had just come from, this place was… salty. Yes, it still reeked, but there was that bit of unique pleasantness that snuck through.

Either way, Lizzie didn't seem to care, only really concerned with keeping its feet dry. Though, the task was getting harder as they trekked further east, with more water and fewer structures as they continued. At one point, even, the entire rubble-covered ground opened up into a flooded area, with a strange structure poking out from the fog.

They followed the shore for a bit, glancing around anxiously. There seemed to be no way forward that didn't take them through the water…

Something shuffled behind the two of them. They twisted around, and Lizzie crackled and hissed at the other being. However, Banana placed their hand on its back as soon as they saw the source of the noise sticking out a curious head from behind a boulder.

"Hello," Banana greeted, staring at the gray-brown scavenger.

"Hello! You ||are quite cute, aren't|| you?"

Banana wrinkled their nose, wishing they knew more of Scavsign. "Don't understand, sorry."

The scavenger didn't seem to mind so much. They simply looked at them for a moment longer, before beginning to pick out pieces of scrap from the rubble.

Banana watched them for a moment. The scavenger was likely a part of a tribe, right? But… how did they go about getting help, if they couldn't understand any of what they said?

…well, it wouldn't hurt to try.

They waved at the scavenger to get their attention. They glanced up in turn, considering them for a moment.

"Tribe help? Please?" Banana asked.

"...what?"

Banana gestured towards the direction of the wastes. "Tribe help." They then gestured towards the ground. "You tribe help?"

[little schooner]

The scavenger narrowed their eyes at them, before perking up. "||Follow|| me. ||Might get Firemaker to|| help ||translate||." With that, they gestured for them to follow, before turning towards and disappearing through an unmarked pipe.

Banana exchanged looks with Lizzie, before clicking their tongue twice and entering into the pipe.

The pipe, it turned out, led into a scavenger shortcut, if the smell and lanterns were any indication. They froze, staring down at their guide. They didn't know much about how scavengers ticked, but they knew for a fact they weren't supposed to be here.

But their guide didn't seem to be taking it that seriously, so maybe they were mistaken. They took a deep breath, before sliding down the pole and ensuring that Lizzie was following. As always, their companion was right there, crackling but otherwise behaving itself and following along the wall.

The… shortcut led them further east, through pipes and tunnels that meandered. They could imagine getting lost without their guide, running into a group of scavengers who may not be as charitable-

It took a moment to realize the scenery drastically changed from one room to the next. Walls that had been covered in bricks and pipes were now wrapped in vines and plating, and the drip-drip of water was accompanied by a strange hum that resonated within their soul, as if the walls themselves were welcoming them. But… that didn't make any sense, did it? It wasn't like the walls were alive…

Soon, the three of them exited out into a strange marsh, where water lapped at orbs along the ground and the fog hung especially thick in the air. Banana's ears twitched, half-expecting for the rumble of rain to come…

This place was so strange. They had never seen anything like it through their travels in this place. The sights, the sounds, the smells… all of it culminated into an utterly alien experience.

[little schooner]

Past the marsh was a… place? They weren't sure what its purpose was, nor why their guide was taking them past the shelter here, but they had to trust their judgment. So, up they went, and out of the building, and into… another place, with strange, intricate graffiti.

They paused, looking up at the one right next to them. A figure, holding up some disks, with sharp objects pointed at them. Was it being attacked? Were its disks meant to protect it? And why was its face covered in grey?

What… who even was it supposed to be? It didn't look like a scavenger. Was it a creation of the Old Folk? The god-machines, perhaps?

They were led down the terraces, each one with different figures laid on them. A round person, two people holding a… lantern, two people… dancing? And… one person stabbing another.

Their guide pushed them past the paintings, seeming to pay no mind to them as they led them into a gate. Banana froze for a moment, before stepping onto the grates, clicking Lizzie to come forward and…

…wait. What was with the symbol? Nine dots? What did that mean? They furrowed their brow, turning back to the scavenger.

"What?" they asked, pointing up to the symbol.

They shrugged in response, seeming not bothered by it. Banana furrowed their brow, before moving to step away-

The scavenger grabbed their arm, then, earning a hiss from Lizzie. They immediately took a step back, lifting their hands for a moment.

"My tribe," they signed, pointing at the door.

They… didn't like waiting. But what choice did they have? It was either this, or continuing to run in circles looking for their sibling…

So, they placed themself down by the door, staring at the scavenger. Worst case scenario, the rain would come, and they would make a break for that shelter from before. The only concern would be getting there in time.

Soon, though, a few more scavengers filtered into the gate room. Banana had to hold on to Lizzie, just in case.

[little schooner]

"Hey, ||Nest||!" The leader of the squad, a masked pale purple scavenger, signed. "||You're here early. Uh, who's that||?"

"I ||don't know. They can't understand me well. But they needed|| help. ||So I'm bringing them to Firemaker||."

The leader leaned in closer towards Banana, squinting her slitted eyes. "||Mmm. Sure. Get them to translate like the messengers. See what's brought them here.|| I'm ||sure Spines wouldn't mind||."

The scavengers nodded, moving onto the grate alongside them. Banana glanced at the guide nervously, who tilted their head at them in turn.

Suddenly, a crack of electricity rang out from the wall, something whirring to life from an unseen crevice. They held Lizzie close, afraid that the ancient machinery was finally failing. However, after some clicking and beeping noises… the gate activated.

One of the other scavengers snorted at Banana, but their guide shot them a glare.

And, just like that, the gate was open, free for them to pass through. They stepped forward, keeping a hand on Lizzie to make sure it didn't get left behind by accident. Their guide still got ahead of them, though, directing them through the pipe into the new region.

The air was… cooler here. Almost fresher, too, saltwater melding with the scent of dust and scavengers. They might've even called it cleaner than home…

They'd return home. Yes, they'd return with Cotton. The two of them could stay there, until a scout part found them and brought them back to the colony. That's how it would happen. Yes.

It seemed that their guide was now following the squad, leading them through to an unmarked pipe. Yet another scavenger shortcut, they figured. Sighing, they continued forward, shadowing the group nervously.

One pipe after another, the scavenger presence increased; more lanterns, more paintings, and all the while the hum in the walls twisted and shifted as they passed, sometimes too quiet to hear over their footsteps and other times resonating through their body.

[little schooner]

Lizzie nudged into them, giving them an intelligent look. They… they shouldn't let their nerves get the better of them. The scavengers were fine, they would be fine-

They had never seen so many scavengers gathered in one place in their life. They stepped behind Lizzie and held onto it tightly, pinning their ears back. The room fell eerily quiet, except for that omnipresent, echoing hum in the walls. Eyes turned towards them, a menagerie of all shapes and sizes stopped what they were doing and stared.

They bowed their head a bit, when they suddenly saw the crowd shift out of the way for someone approaching. They expected a big, burly scavenger, adorned with all sorts of pearls, perhaps one of those elite masks.

Their expectations were shattered, however, when the shape of their own kind pushed through the crowd. A slugcat, far taller than any they had seen before, with quite the haggard appearance. They bore a crooked tooth and a deep, purple scar on their face that tore through their crimson pelt.

They were beginning to have their doubts. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to come into a scavenger den full of strangers after all-

"Hey, little one," the strange slugcat asked, kneeling down a bit. "What's your name?"

Banana yipped in surprise, tightening their grip on Lizzie. Nope, this was a bad idea. Nope, what if they died here, and their sibling was missing forever, and they never made it back home, and they-

"It's okay," the stranger replied, gaze softening. "You're safe here. Hey, look at me? My name is Artificer. What is yours?"

They steeled themself. It'd be useless to cry. "B-Banana," they signed. "H… have you seen my sibling? Their name is Cotton, they're white, and we got lost in a storm and separated…"

[little schooner]

"It's nice to meet you, Banana," Artificer said, glancing down at the ground. "I'm sorry, but I haven't seen anyone of that description around here. Poor thing… you look like you've been in here for a while..."

Banana had trouble hiding away their disappointment. Their face grew hot as they glanced at the ground.

"Hey... it's okay. I'll take care of you, alright? And... I'll ask around for help with your sibling."

Banana glanced around. "Can Lizzie and I help?"

Artificer's gaze hardened a little bit. "You don't have to worry about that for now. You'll... be safe here. I'd rather you stay here anyways, so we know where to bring them for you two to be reunited. Okay?"

"But..." Banana trailed off. They... were probably right. What success did they have when they were walking around in circles in the outskirts, or running for their life from those squishy orb things? They rubbed their eyes, sighing. "...okay. I-"

Trill beeping reverberated behind them, far more distinct than any noise Banana had heard in the walls thus far. Artificer's ear flicked, turning to face the source of the noise. They gently stepped aside to give Banana a look-

They froze. A tall, lanky blue figure stood in front of them. But… they were neither a scavenger nor a slugcat. Metallic antlers stuck out of their head, and a metallic tail dragged behind them. They covered themself with cloth, both over their body and one eye. A pearl necklace hung from their neck, and they leaned against a spear for support. Finally, seven floating things orbited around their head, and a worm hung on their shoulder, studying them curiously.

Banana took a step back, grip tightening on Lizzie.

But this... creature... was not a threat. No. But then what did that make them?

A new friend?

...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53764783/chapters/146082103

[rancid swift]

[rotund walrus]

Isn't it "running for their life"?

Also, MONK, WOOOOOOOOO

[robust shadow]

Piss boy!

Yeah!

[little schooner]

Correct

[empty kayak]

Story consumed

[still mulch]

Ahhhh

Good chap good chap

||banan meets moon ||

[rotund walrus]

||so, how was she? ||

[still mulch]

ALSO huge congrats on 400 kudos!!

Well deserved

[little schooner]

graaaaaa

almost 11k hits as well

fucking insane

[still mulch]

People love disconnected

[little schooner]

#downpour-meme-gallery★ message

[rotund walrus]

Oh my god I know the source lmfao

[lilac fulcrum]

I would react that way too

[still mulch]

Omfg

[little schooner]

https://www.tumblr.com/ask-dced/756358828082233344/for-lttm-what-are-some-things-you-like-or-found?

[little schooner]

get revived with au brainroy idots

(silly)

[rotund walrus]

Arti needs coffee

[little schooner]

arti gets exposure therapy (real)

[still mulch]

Quadruped moon

Or is she doing pushups

I’m imagining her like a feral little goblin

[red falcon]

moon training arc

[little schooner]

feral goblin gaming

[still mulch]

Moon: hiss

Is that sos flipping off saint lmfao

I love your art pff

[little schooner]

gracias

yes that is ren flipping off saint

this is basically their relationship

[rotund walrus]

Spines has old grandpa energy

[still mulch]

Misbehaving cat

[little schooner]

ye, wise old grandparent

its children's children might have children

shore

shore's just its last child

[rotund walrus]

So does Saint just kinda exist or...?

[still mulch]

shor is baby

[little schooner]

yes. to be revealed next chapter

[still mulch]

Confirmed: saint exists

[little schooner]

confirmed

[still mulch]

Green: yes

Powers: ???

Misbehaving: probably

[little schooner]

nah

absolutely

saint's just gonna be an old-as-dirt menace for renegade

[little schooner]

bumper cars

[little schooner]

https://artfight.net/character/4330227.moon-upon-lone-shore-dced-rain-world-au here have shore art (all from artfight you can see the og artists on her character page)

[rotund walrus]

bumper cars- oh that's what you mean

[little schooner]

vroom vroom

[still mulch]

I’m lost

[little schooner]

(bump)er cars

[still mulch]

I’m dumb

boomp

Patiently waiting for next chap

I love disconnected

[little schooner]

thank

its in the oven

[still mulch]

Also you’re beating me by three kudos im comin for u

[little schooner]

though ive also been working on a fic set in the far future of the fic

[still mulch]

OH??

[little schooner]

it'll be shrodinger's canonality to the fic (if that makes sense) but uh

yeah

[still mulch]

It is both canon and isn’t. Or is?

Who knows

[little schooner]

the only way to know that it is canon is if the content within appears in the actual fic

[still mulch]

I will consume either way

[little schooner]

ye ye

[still mulch]

Any more plans for trans propaganda

[little schooner]

oh yes

[still mulch]

[little schooner]

i also have something in the oven for that

[still mulch]

Cookin

Smells good

[little schooner]

it's gonna be retreading on five pebbles discovering that moon is trans

like, pebbles discovers that fact in a different way

[still mulch]

Time to dissect feelings….

More funky words

Excited

[little schooner]

*slaps spinoff doc* this bad boy can fit so many ideas

some regicide content in here too

meanwhile the actual fic document

yes i changed my text editor because im big mad at google

[still mulch]

130k words

What did googs do

[little schooner]

create a subscription for some features

meant for businesses

but its like. the principle

esignatures being locked behind a paywall is like. weird to me

so i switched to using libreoffice and dropbox

[steel root]

random message so that i dont loose this thread

[little schooner]

welcome

[steel root]

hi

ive been reading this for a long time, i just rarely talk

[still mulch]

good call, disconnected is 🔥

[little schooner]

great, you set my fic on fire. hope you're happy with yourself banan >:(

[still mulch]

Wah, wah, write me a chapter about it /j

(Fucking lmao at this image afdcdsgdss)

[little schooner]

pff

[still mulch]

This is fine—

[little schooner]

idk if this is a real word but she probably has hyperthermophobia

[still mulch]

Shore dumps a tiny bucket of water on moon

[little schooner]

:)

[still mulch]

It is now

[little schooner]

oh just looked it up

[lilac fulcrum]

you might be looking for pyrophobia?

[little schooner]

it's just called thermophobia

she isn't afraid of fire, just heat

she could see a fire and be fine, but push her too close and she'll give a lot of resistence

[still mulch]

Augh this kind of breaks my heart though

Fear of overheating after what happened…

I might be stealing that for my own headcanons now

[little schooner]

definetly inspired by. uh. taking life as is i think? except instead of water trauma she has heat trauma

yeah taking life as is

mostly because the circumstances are. well. different

dc'ed moon's heat wounds are "fresher" than tlai's, while tlai's has to deal with the repeated trauma of getting rained on every cycle

[still mulch]

Makes sense

Idk the heat… the heat fear hits harder to me

Maybe because it points back to what pebbles did? To what she went though before/during collapse

The water is awful obviously, but…

[little schooner]

the water was chronic. the heat was acute.

[still mulch]

Very well put

Exactly that

[little schooner]

Moon has Thanatophobia as well (fear of death). Like. She can cycle, but she doesn't want to return to what I have dubbed as the "mind cage" aka the state she was in before revival

[little schooner]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57666934/chapters/146748589 come eat

[still mulch]

I wanna read your new fic and I will but I just spent alllll morning editing c15 and my brain is sploot

[little schooner]

no biggie

[still mulch]

But I’m gonna check it out soon I love disconnected

[rotund walrus]

Hm, splendid

You got a double, hell, even triple space in the 2nd image here

(After "eypatch" and before "something", respectively)

I wonder what events led up to this, quite an interesting situation, this is

There really is a tag for everything

[little schooner]

aejgfnasofesanfnsaf

[rancid swift]

beautiful

[little schooner]

ye you can put anything in there really

[rotund walrus]

That's funny

Why did it never occur to me to check DC'd tags

[still mulch]

I (mostly) de-sillied my tags on recommendation but I kinda miss em

[rancid swift]

resilly

[little schooner]

im fine with having lighthearted tags

[still mulch]

They’re fun I like them

I took some advice from ao3 subreddit, they really did not like my tags lmao

[rotund walrus]

... what tags did you have

[still mulch]

They were just kinda standard silly for rw I don’t really remember

[still mulch]

Delicious

Also this title is hilarious

[little schooner]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57666934/chapters/146867881

[little schooner]

pspspspspss

more funny title

[still mulch]

comes careening in from another room

I loved it

[little schooner]

thank you

[rotund walrus]

You have either one too few or one too many quotation marks here btw

Anyways can't wait to see where this will go!

[little schooner]

nah that's intentional

[rotund walrus]

Hm well that's weird, to me at least

Like you have this line said by her, it is not ended by a quotation mark, and then there is another line by her which is started by a quotation mark

[little schooner]

i've seen it done in books before

it indicates that it's the same person talking

but it's a new thought

[rotund walrus]

Well that's a first to me, you do you

[little schooner]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57666934/chapters/147022168 @still mulch special ping for u

[still mulch]

SOUP’S ON

[still mulch]

wheezes

It was good

My heart

[little schooner]

huehuehue

[still mulch]

They’re so cute I love them

I wanna kudos again

Wait I can

Ghost Kudos deployed

[little schooner]

gah

well guess what

[little schooner]

hfish has more kudos than dced

[rotund walrus]

||ren got left behind nooooo ||

Missed a space after the dot here btw

[still mulch]

Eh give it a dc’d update or two

[little schooner]

honorary beta reader

[still mulch]

Saturdays are buuuuusy I got booted off front page fast

[little schooner]

:3

[rotund walrus]

I wonder if ||sig is up to something or is he just like "Hey, you're finally awake :)"||

[still mulch]

||Sig watching this whole thing like a creep ||

[rotund walrus]

||"huh so that's why she dragged her here"||

[still mulch]

||the teasing would be relentless||

[rotund walrus]

||or he'd just keep that to himself, who knows?||

||... one person||

I guess that might be answered next chapter

[still mulch]

Maybeeee

[rotund walrus]

||please don't do a backstab sig please don't do a backstab sig||

[still mulch]

||maybe moon was just less damaged than ren, so less time needed to simmer in soup? ||

[rotund walrus]

||yeah and he's projecting himself to inform her in the events and maybe even ask if she wants to go back or sth :)||

||... why's it called soup, anyway?||

[still mulch]

Looks to the soup

Put her in a pot

[rotund walrus]

Sliver of soups

[still mulch]

Soup of straw

[rotund walrus]

renesoup

[little schooner]

i associate the universe with soup

since its one of the few things that off string iterators can eat

[still mulch]

I read that as just… in general

And honestly? Yeah that’s a vibe

Universe is soup. Star soup

[little schooner]

yeah universe is a soup

i dont make a soup

fuck

i dont make the rules

[still mulch]

We’re just the seasonings

[little schooner]

honestly thhough

that's a good metaphor

[rancid swift]

soup world
hello everyone

[little schooner]

the universe is soup and we're all the flavor that we bring to it

[rancid swift]

fun fact: #1124564761586188318 message

[still mulch]

Poetry

[rancid swift]

so how's the soup

[little schooner]

it's souper

[rotund walrus]

A forever soup, we are the ingredients that come and go

[little schooner]

thank u

linked ot my friend

the same friend who made my pfp

[rancid swift]

just want to see more Wild ort
thought making sure more people saw that might help

[tulip plume]

The soup is great

[still mulch]

Maybe I’ll do artfight next time

[rotund walrus]

If only i wasn't bad at art

[rotund walrus]

so they make you a pfp and you send someone their way to virtually beat them up? /j

[little schooner]

the pfp was an artifght attack tbf

[rotund walrus]

Oh so it's a counter-beatdown gotcha /j

[little schooner]

hehe

[rotund walrus]

What is that character on the pfp, anyways? Looks kinda like an iterator but not really?

[little schooner]

my oc, angst machine

[little schooner]

https://artfight.net/character/4009591.angst-machine-rain-world basically my iteratorsona

[tulip plume]

Now how angsty is the angst machine?

[rotund walrus]

Ah shit I need an acc for that, you got sth in image form?

[little schooner]

they're actually quite optimistic, trying to stay positive. but uh. they've been through the wringer

oh yeah

also this

[tulip plume]

The hundred yard stare

[rotund walrus]

Ah hell nah they got that "oldest sibling" treatment

The name change too lmao

I like it, they do seem "aquatic"

Oh the covered up name huh, that's prolly some lore

[still mulch]

Fishy

[rotund walrus]

Can't believe you are shamelessly plugging your fic again /j

[still mulch]

More than one fish in town!!

I see you have a natural bias /j

[little schooner]

i love my fucked up fisherator

[rotund walrus]

the covered up name, what does it mean?

[rancid swift]

[still mulch]

I sat it out this time for reasons

Maybe I will be braver in the future

[rancid swift]

it's fine

[little schooner]

DBD was their original/chat name. with the ascension of their creators, however, they took up a new monicor partly out of spite

so dbd is their deadname basically

[little schooner]

we can believe 💪

[rotund walrus]

So they changed pronouns and their name and now they can't change it cause of technical reasons or cause they decided not to?

[little schooner]

yeah they can't change their chat name

[rotund walrus]

Oh lmao

Oh and what's with the unfinished state, did they just go "not worth it" or "good enough"?

jet limbs are funny even though they are basically useless unless they are off the string

[little schooner]

not worth it

[rotund walrus]

Damn :(

Oh also prolly last question before i go to sleep, is the "seeing alternate realities" thingy like seeing something related to the cycle, or like other universes or just outright other realities?

[little schooner]

secret third option, they're probably just insane

but it's like. alternate cycles

[rotund walrus]

Ah so the 1st option, I guess I worded that badly. I think.

Like cycles from the same Cycle they find themselves in?

god, why does the naming have to be so silly

Anyways i'll be now, cya

[little schooner]

@still mulch https://archiveofourown.org/works/57666934/chapters/147100534 pspspsppsps

[still mulch]

You’re on fire with this

Me when you pspspspspsps

Ahhhh is this the final chapter??? Ahhh

[little schooner]

all good things must come to an end

[still mulch]

🔥🔥🌕🔥🔥

Consumed

Devoured

[rotund walrus]

||sig is a master of half-assing things, I guess ||

Is this that writing trick again or is there a missing quotation at the end here?

[little schooner]

Mistake

[little schooner]

https://discord.com/channels/291184728944410624/1268439399415156798 future updates will be here or something

[rotund walrus]

It's threadover /j

[still mulch]

throver

[steel root]

Nooo

[little schooner]

Why can I type here again I thought the thread was locked

Birthday present? 👀

Meow

Fuuuuuuuuck

10-20 dollars

Only one campaign so maybe not?

Region-wise? Seems bigger

But

Yeah

#1201575109677285436 or #1268412914671423538 ?

Or #watcher-spoilers ?

There are the teasers

The secret unlisted videos

Alright

[sacred dragon]

@little schooner I'm going to delete my part of our conversation to declutter the channel

you could do the same

[little schooner]

You didn't have to do that :V

[rotund walrus]

This place is out of commision anyways

[sacred dragon]

I suppose

would it be a good idea to create an index post with links to each chapter in there?

Chapter Index
Prologue: #1192290858997928006 message
Chapter 1 - Moondown: #1192290858997928006 message
Chapter 2 - Spitfire: #1192290858997928006 message
Chapter 3 - Aches: #1192290858997928006 message
Chapter 4 - Messenger: #1192290858997928006 message
Chapter 5 - Icarus: #1192290858997928006 message
Chapter 6 - Cheftian: #1192290858997928006 message
Chapter 7 - Names: #1192290858997928006 message
Chapter 8 - Lapse: #1192290858997928006 message
Chapter 9 - Daedalus: #1192290858997928006 message
Chapter 10 - Paternal: #1192290858997928006 message
Chapter 11 - Sliver: #1192290858997928006 message
Chapter 12 - Passages: #1192290858997928006 message
Chapter 13 - Erratic: #1192290858997928006 message
Chapter 14 - Pulse: #1192290858997928006 message
Chapter 15 - Ebb: #1192290858997928006 message

Chapter 16 - Flow: #1192290858997928006 message
Chapter 17 - Intersection: #1192290858997928006 message
Chapter 18 - Barrier: #1192290858997928006 message
Chapter 19 - Estuary: #1192290858997928006 message
Chapter 20 - Nexus: #1192290858997928006 message
Chapter 21 - Destination: #1192290858997928006 message
Chapter 22 - Enlightenment: #1192290858997928006 message
Chapter 23 - Awake: #1192290858997928006 message
Chapter 24 - Comfort: #1192290858997928006 message
Chapter 25 - Step: #1192290858997928006 message
Chapter 26 - Boils: #1192290858997928006 message
Chapter 27 - Out: #1192290858997928006 message
Chapter 28 - Onwards: #1192290858997928006 message
Chapter 29 - Unparalleled: #1192290858997928006 message
Chapter 30 - Sustain: #1192290858997928006 message

[sacred dragon]

I'll continue this at some point (probably)

[sacred dragon]

https://tenor.com/view/art-eaten-art-eat-art-eaten-consumed-gif-3964616362436141214

[digital pasture]

where did that gif come frommmm
(i keep seeing it everywhere)

[sacred dragon]

idk