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Your eyes well up with tears as the metal burns through the back of your neck, your body tensing with the pain before eventually going limp. Thin rivulets of metal trickle past you, mixing with the yellow and orange threads embroidered into your jacket. You'd crossed the foundation, met Corvus, crawled up through the hive, survived scrapcode with Tobias just to die here...?

Oh, Omnissiah. Was it all for nothing?

Fat droplets of water fell on your lap, as you felt your jaw going slack. The thin tendrils of metal breached the bone of your spine, and you felt the feeling in your legs going dead, your heart turning sluggish. The conductive force in your nerves was being overwhelmed by burning pain, and your limp head rolls back enough to give a face to the creature that was descending upon you, Corvus Lictor's ruined legacy running down your face where it had spilled over your head. There were screams coming from elsewhere in the temple, and you realize finally that the fires you had felt before had not been a trick of the light or the daemon- whatever forces Korash had unleashed, the forges were burning.

Perhaps you'd be lucky, and the molten brass would eat through your spine and kill you before the daemon could extract whatever Korash wished for from you. That may be nice, a partial cremation in molten metal...

Then, your vision softly fuzzes and clicks. The world deepens around you- not sharper, but you feel more of it than you once did. It's hard to explain- you felt as if you knew things about what you couldn't see.

+++ System booting... +++
+++ User ID: 0x434C2D343134 +++
+++ System Pattern: Mars-2-2.0.1 +++
+++ Detecting other devices... done. +++
+++ Loading new coprocessors. +++
+++ Detecting noospheric parameters... done. +++
+++ May the Omnissiah's Will be done. +++

Your fingers twitch, and then your hand curls. With a gasp, you jerk slightly forward. Symbols fill your vision, and something very warm is filling your insides, coalescing in your spine and cooling inside of you. The back of your neck feels oddly stiff, though it gently cracks as it flexes, something stiff falling away. You can suddenly breathe normally again, and you look up and into the eyes of the daemon bearing down on you.

Acrid red text highlights it's core as a HOSTILE target.

Then it's front section crumples. The imprint of a hand appears in the mass of nerves and spectra, digging into it's empyreal flesh and tearing it, ripping the daemon's body with but a thought.

You freeze as the hand retreats back over your shoulder, and you can't help but carefully glance over your shoulder, wide-eyed, seeing only the bare walls to your right, and part of the podium. Your hair suddenly billows as something moves over your shoulder faster than you can believe, but by the time you whirl around, the daemon's center has already been caved in, sending it back in a flailing mess of limbs and arcs of motive force.

>>6151988
Something pushed you up onto your feet, and you stumbled forward in surprise, managing to catch yourself against the podium somehow, your hand barely managing to grasp the corner. The room swam, but you could still see the daemon, stark as day as it flung itself at you.

>You stare at it blankly as it abruptly is slammed down to the ground, massive fingers digging into it's body...
>It's caught in the side and flung away from you, then finished by crushing it's pseudo-skull.
>You squeeze your eyes shut, and when you open them scattered limbs are disintegrating around you.

>>6151989
>>It's caught in the side and flung away from you, then finished by crushing it's pseudo-skull.

>>6151989
>You stare at it blankly as it abruptly is slammed down to the ground, massive fingers digging into it's body...

>>6151989
>It's caught in the side and flung away from you, then finished by crushing it's pseudo-skull.

>>6151989
>You stare at it blankly as it abruptly is slammed down to the ground, massive fingers digging into it's body...

>>6151989
>>You stare at it blankly as it abruptly is slammed down to the ground, massive fingers digging into it's body...

>>6152736
As I read this it got me hoping it a MIU Weapon Interface Power Fist

>You stare at it blankly as it abruptly is slammed down to the ground, massive fingers digging into it's body...
Wrrriting.

>>6153151
Sorry about the delay, had to take care of some holiday stuff.

>>6154726
And apologies for the further delay, this time I'M the one who got sick and had to head into town to see a specialist about it.

>>6157643
I can't believe...

>>6157693
That Bentus...

>>6157763
is fucking sick!

>>6158103
Wish I wasn't, but I'm on the mend now. Hopefully an update by Christmas if I don't get sidetracked celebrating.

>>6162842
Get well soon Bentus!

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The side of it crumpled inwards, four lines appearing in the pulsating flesh of it's midsection and digging in, a fifth indent appearing on it's front. Spectral mass held for a split second before it abruptly crushed inwards, the side of it's torso caving in, slamming the daemon down to the floor. It shrieked in anger, writhing limbs cutting into the plate curled around your right arm, sparks flying off.

The stench of ozone and exhaust fills your nose, your head aches with the flood of all your optics, and you taste putrid oil dripping down your neck. The creature screams as it's body cracks, something indescribable spilling out.

You hated it. This creature. It was an insult to you and your creator.

Things like this should perish screaming. Things like this should die. Die. Die. Die-

It howled in pain as a hole appeared in it's chest, fingers curling inside of it, questing for the raw nerves and bundles of Motive Force that it had corrupted, that it had stolen to grant itself life, which belonged to none other than the Omnissiah, and to whom it would now return it. You barely registered Korash saying something in a panic, the increasing orange of the room as flames built, the feeling of the hive quaking slightly beneath your feet, the screams of machine spirits in the noosphere no longer contained to this one room.

The daemon cried for mercy in a thousand languages at once, babbling like it knew the words, but you ignored the lies. It tried to retreat on itself, it's body collapsing back, withdrawing beyond your space again, but fingers pressed into the gap and followed after it. You could feel it thrash in alarm, trying to speed away as a hand opened on the other side and caught it, fingers wrapping around nerves instead of false-flesh.

They dragged it back, back into reality, back out of it's hiding place, lifting it up before you as you wavered in place, your legs strangely unresponsive, your body quivering with the effort of staying upright. You felt thin, unfocused as an arcing, screaming set of nerves ruptured back into the room, only to be drawn taut and pulled and pulled until it tore. The links came apart in a scream of servos and the binaric howl of the creature in it's grip.

Something leaned over you, fixed in place just behind your head, even though each time you looked, nothing was over your shoulder. You were being held up, but you couldn't feel any grip. Something kept your eyes open, but you wanted nothing more than to close them.

There was a flash, and a stream of liquid burst from the knot of nerves in midair, falling to the floor where it immediately began to dissolve to smoke, the light of the binaric circle on the floor vanishing in an instant.

Your wavering eyes look up and meet Korash's.

>>6164707
“Kill her!” He snaps to the skitarii in the room. Sparing one glance - not at you, but at the entrance to the side room - he turns and dives through the back of the room, scrabbling for something behind what you swore was a hard wall and disappearing. He even dropped his gun, he was in such a rush.

You couldn't quite process it. You were suddenly feeling so very, very tired. Your back hit the lectern, and you realized how hot it was in the room. Flames were steadily consuming the shelves and the wooden furnishing. When had that happened...? Your eyes pulsed, and you could feel something releasing from with you, rushing through your body, but whatever it was- it wasn't enough yet. Copper-faced skitarii approached you, their human faces long since excised and hidden behind cog-wreathed helms and optic replacements.

One stalked up to you, blade out. The other lifted a weapon- a macrostubber bolted to it's forearm, and tensed to fire.

Viscera that smelled like sweet oil and rust burst over your clothes, soaking your front. The residue streaked on your face immediately began to curl and flake, cooking in the heat. The first skitarius pitched forward, headless, limbs twitching with residual static in the wires. It hit the altar beside you and slid to the ground, lifeless.

It's companion whirled in an instant, leveling it's pistol at the entrance to the room. A thunderous roar filled the room, the muzzle flash only equaled by the glittering of the storm of metal discharged into the air.

It did not go down the corridor, but instead screamed over your head in a cascade of shrapnel, cutting into the walls, severing cables and scoring the ritual circle as the pistol was thrown across the room by it's own recoil, the skitarius's severed arm sparking at the destroyed stump.

Without so much as flinching, it drew it's blade, arm locking forward in a point first charge, the weapon screaming beyond what you should have been able to hear as it charged into the flames, into the emerging figure, into the jaws of promethium that were spreading wider- no, into the dark maw that was it's throat, a head of palest white turning, hand still outstretched.

The skitarius's chest burst as it brought it's fist forward, too fast for the blow to spin it, too hard for the steel to flex. It simply gave. The elbow followed it through, then came to the side, a whirling blade entering the skull and tearing through the skullplate, then pulping it as the fist the saw was bolted alongside followed.

>>6164709
It swatted the tech-warrior against the wall without looking, a pistol already raised in it's hand as stepped forward into the room, sweeping a pistol bigger than your wrist in it's hand. Flames rushed up it's body, curling along scaled hides and ceramite without purchase, bowing down and parting for the passage of this angel, this warrior of whirling machinery and consideration, who had crossed to your side in an instant, sweeping the side chamber Korash-22 had disappeared into, turning it's head and looking down- far down at you, careful to approach without touching you with gauntleted hands. The paint glowed a faint emerald with residual heat in the shadow the giant cast over you.

>"There's something right behind me."
>"Korash. You have to..."
>Simply fall to your knees.
>[Genolysis] No, you need to keep standing. Stay awake.
>[Write-In]

>>6164710
>>[Genolysis] No, you need to keep standing. Stay awake.
Merry Christmas benty

>>6164710
>>"There's something right behind me."

>>6165051
And a merry Christmas to everyone as well. No special Christmas update like I did last year, mostly because my pacing has been so atrocious I'm ironically only starting to cash in on what I laid out back then now.

>>6164710
>"There's something right behind me."

>>6164710

>>6165897
>>6164710
Whoops.
>[Genolysis] No, you need to keep standing. Stay awake.

We can do both of these, honestly.
>"There's something right behind me."
>[Genolysis] No, you need to keep standing. Stay awake.
It's kind of a shame that formatting cancels greentext, else I could have written the option with more of it's intended intonation: "There's something right behind me."
Without the italics it comes across as more sterile than strained.

>>6164710
>[Genolysis] No, you need to keep standing. Stay awake.
>"There's something right behind me."


>trying to post and then forgetting about the post because of the 900sec timer
>erry time, erry day
Merry Christmas and happy new year Bentus and all. I hope you have a wonderful start to 2025!

>>6166187
The timer is super random for me. I'll go days without seeing it, and then I'll be randomly hit with it in the middle of an update. Or I'll get it in every new tab I open, but never in the quest thread. The quest thread is always open in my tabs, though, so maybe that's why?

>>6164710
>>[Genolysis] No, you need to keep standing. Stay awake.

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You want to falter, to drop down onto one knee. You were so tired, but more than that you felt... drained. Stretched out, in a way. You'd worn yourself in ways you didn't even think possible.

Glands contracted, your limbs stopped shaking, and you were able to stay standing a bit longer, but whatever was inside of you was starting to run out. Lumps around your body ached, and for the first time you had more of an idea where the glands responsible were- simply because they were burning faintly inside your ribcage and above your hips.

You look up at your savior, it's form becoming clearer through the haze of smoke and flame. A pearl white helmet stared down at you, the giant seemingly carefully considering it's next move.

“There's something-” Your voice was strained, some panic finally surfacing deep inside you. “-right behind me.”

In an instant, a gauntleted hand seized you by the shoulder, and you registered a sharp warmth from the hot armor as you were shoved behind one of it's massive legs. The barrel of it's gun swept the space next to the podium, then turned to sweep the only corridor again. The gauntlet released you, hovering over you protectively.

The daemon had apparently gone, and yet you could feel it next to you. Directly behind your head, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand upright. You kept wanting to- kept needing to look over your shoulder, but you knew you couldn't. There wouldn't be a point. There wasn't anything there, but there had to be. It was just where you weren't looking. Though- now, your back was to a pair of greaves. Where was it?

You chance a glance up. A pair of red lenses looked down to meet your eyes. It considered you for a moment, then suddenly seized you.

With one hand, it lifted you by the waist and yanked you into it's arms, then turned and charged straight for the wall of flames that now consumed the entrance to the room. You found yourself suddenly plastered against the embossed Aquila on the chest, the skin of your cheek instantly starting to sear from the contact. Scrabbling a hand up, you barely manage to yank the collar of your gown up over your face and squeeze your eyes shut before you plunge into the flames.

It only took an instant, and then you were through. You felt raw all over, and you could smell something like sulfur and ash. You blink open eyes full of tears to Korash's main chamber, which was overflowing with gouts of flame that streamed from ruptured pipes, setting the wooden furniture alight.

A hand came out to grab one of the supporting columns, which bent and crushed under the force, but succeeded in allowing the two of you to make a hard turn and bodily smash through the entrance door before skidding to a stop outside.

>>6166810
Sirens and yells echoed throughout the temple, and it was hot- far hotter than the forges ever made the temple. Orange light was cast on the walls beyond the hallway, and you could hear gunfire- harsh and with an electric whine, but gunfire all the same.

You didn't get a chance to consider it further before you were unceremoniously deposited on the floor- not thrown, but also not set down gingerly.

Lifting your head, you look up at the rapidly cooling suit of armor that stared down at you. It hadn't just been the flames reflection- it was green, not like cogitator displays were, but similar when the light caught it. Hides hung from the waist and sides, jet black scales covering the mottled grey of the leather. From where you sat on the floor, dazed, you couldn't see the symbols painted on it's pauldrons with any clarity, but...

That...

That was a space marine.

The grille crackled with sound. “You are Lebesnati A-414, yes?” Smooth Low Gothic came out- accented, but perfectly discernible, even with the faint normalization of a vox caster.

You blink slowly, then nod. “Yes.”

He dropped to one knee easily, though it shook the floor for him to do so. His free hand came up to his breastplate, though his other hand remained clutching his weapon, a pistol you couldn't place. “I am Iapetus. I believe we were to meet today?"

>"Is now the time?"
>"...the specialist Alpha-Nought-5 sent for..."
>"I think I doomed us all..."
>[Write-In]

>>6166812
>>"I think I doomed us all..."

>>6166812
>>"...the specialist Alpha-Nought-5 sent for..."

>>6166812
>"Is now the time?"
>"...the specialist Alpha-Nought-5 sent for..."

Maybe make the sign of the cog to greet and bless as well. After all, Leb is a inducted junior of the Mechanicus

>>6166812
>"...the specialist Alpha-Nought-5 sent for..."

>>6166812
>"...the specialist Alpha-Nought-5 sent for..."

>"...the specialist Alpha-Nought-5 sent for..."
Time feels fake sometimes. Although it's probably more the holidays. Writing.

You stare.

Meet today?

You were to meet with-

“...the specialist Alpha-Nought-5 sent for...” You're unable to prevent the tone of disbelief in your voice. “...was an Astartes?”

Iapetus seemed to consider his words for a moment. “I am a specialist in medicine amongst my brothers. There was hope I would have some insight into your condition.” His helmet came up, and he looked at the ceiling, as if hearing something.

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20 54 4F 20 42 45 54 41
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You wince, and press a hand to your head. Information flickered inside of you, drinking it from where it hung, invisibly in the air. Your vision flashed gold for a moment, and then the light flitted away, streaming down the corridor. “There's danger, here. Something's wrong with the skitarii.”

“They have turned against their masters. Is such a thing possible ordinarily for skitarii?” Iapetus mused. “If only I could consult a techmarine. For now, I must join the defense and prevent the worst of the damage. Are you well enough to move?”

“I think so.” You carefully put your hands beneath you and rise to your feet. A ceramite hand hovers near your arm, ready to stead you if you stumble. “What's happening in the rest of the temple? Do you know?”

“Little.” Iapetus drew his bolt pistol again, glancing down the corridor. “Every level of the temple has been affected. This forge channels magma flows directly from the core of the planet, and with the machine spirits amok, the safety systems that would normally contain it are failing."

“...so we're about to be consumed by magma.” You deflate a little, looking around. “That would explain the flames. Superheated metal and flammable gases are in parallel conduits all across this forge.”

Iapetus canted his head to the side, looking away. “I do not believe there is a concerted effort to evacuate the forge into the hive itself. Where will you go?”

“...the forges.” You mumble. “If they are attempting to stabilize the forges, that's where I need to be.”

You start to move, then a hand grabs you by the shoulder. “That may not be within your power, little one.” Iapetus said softly. “I am no fool, and I saw what was in that chamber."

>"...is this really all my fault...?"
>“It doesn't matter. I was just the willing fool he used."
>"Purge me for it, if it pleases you."
>"There's still a place for me here, I just have to..."
>[Write-In]

>>6172178
>>"...is this really all my fault...?"
>>"Purge me for it, if it pleases you."

>>6172178
>"...is this really all my fault...?"
>“It doesn't matter. I was just the willing fool he used."

>>6172178
>"Purge me for it, if it pleases you."
Welp

>>6172178
>>6172524
>"...is this really all my fault...?"
>“It doesn't matter. I was just the willing fool he used."
>"And I thank you for saving me then."
Space marines are notoriously hard-headed and will believe what they want to believe. But some gratitude to having Lebesnati's life saved seems appropriate.

>>6172764
Supporting.

>>6172178
>>"...is this really all my fault...?"
>>“It doesn't matter. I was just the willing fool he used."
>>"And I thank you for saving me then."

>"...is this really all my fault...?"
>“It doesn't matter. I was just the willing fool he used."
>"And I thank you for saving me then."
Writing.

“Then I thank you for saving me.” You reply tersely, grabbing the hand hovering next to you and using it to pull yourself to your feet.

Iapetus didn't have to stand to remain on eye level with you, merely straighten himself slightly. “They wanted something from you. Will you truly walk through skitarii that have already fallen, just to back yourself into a corner?"

You feel yourself deflate, slumping forward and clutching the lapel of your jacket. “...is this really all my fault...?" You mutter. A hand gently grips your shoulder. "...it doesn't matter. I'm just the fool he used.”

“Is that so?” Iapetus mused, minutely checking something attached to the underside of his pistol with his free hand. “If you are a fool, then listen to this one: leave this place. Go somewhere you will not be found by the Archenemy again. Do not give them an opportunity to attempt it again. If anything starts to feel as if it lingered from their first attempt, take your own life. Can you do that?”

“Of course I can take my own life.” You feel yourself rouse slightly, the slight test to your pride making you reflexively bristle. “My model has no gag reflex. Even in the total absence of tools, I can asphyxiate myself at will.”

“Impressive.” Iapetus nodded dully. “Then you should go. I must join the defense of the temple. Can you find your own way out?”

“The... ‘enemy’ is located beneath us?” You glance at the space marine, who nods. “Then...”

You hesitate. Where would you go? The temple was connected to the rest of the hive through a number of support structures- the primary bridges were attached to the foyer on the ground floor, where you had entered so long ago. That was the defacto entrance to the Temple Pluripraxis, but it was directly above the forges, and thus evidently the center of the enemy. So too was the supports the temple was built on. That left the connections above, where the temple merged back into the rest of the hive and branched back out into residential sections. The sides at least theoretically connected to the rest of the hive, but there was a significant gap that had been established for elevators and crane shafts to be built...

>Nobody guarded the maintenance access ways above the temple, and you knew their layout.
>The sides of the temple had the benefit of being unexpected, even if they were still guarded...
>...you will go down and out the front entrance, obviously.
>Lie to Iapetus about your destination, then attempt to return to the forges.

>>6175449
>>...you will go down and out the front entrance, obviously.

>>6175449
>Nobody guarded the maintenance access ways above the temple, and you knew their layout.

>>6175449
>“My model has no gag reflex
We're totally created as a sexbot

>...you will go down and out the front entrance, obviously.

>>6175449
>Nobody guarded the maintenance access ways above the temple, and you knew their layout.

>Nobody guarded the maintenance access ways above the temple, and you knew their layout.
Writing.

>>6176084
That's crazy, A4's a secretary, obviously. She only knows how to do secretary things.

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“...there are maintenance floors above us. Catwalks where the forge's supply pipes end or double around. I know their layout well, and I'll be able to navigate out of the forges."

“Very well.” Iaeptus rose to his feet in a single motion, rising so far above you that his gorget almost blocked your view of his head. “I will locate you when this is all over. Signal me, if you wish, but rest assured, I will find you.”

“Understood, my lord." You mask your confusion easily. If he wanted to meet with you even still, much less not kill you for your weakness, that was his own decision, but why? Did he really consider a favor to Alpha-Nought-5 to be that important? Come to think of it, you didn't actually know how or why Iapetus know the Forge Master.

You hoped the old man was okay...

Evidently considering your conversation over, Iapetus turned, his arm coming close enough to lift your hair slightly as he turned and moved down the corridor, his legs moving only at a brisk pace, but carrying him down the corridor faster than you could follow running. Then again, you weren't exactly built for sprinting, even with your bodyglove helping...

A pipe cracks in the ceiling, issuing a stream of steam that quickly heated the ceiling lumens hot enough that their fixtures glowed. The floor vibrated faintly, and a building orange glow was starting to appear down some of the distant corridors.

Time to go.

Strangely, the more you ran, the closer the heat seemed to come to you. Your boots made loud smacking noises against the polished stone, no matter how softly you stepped, and so eventually you gave up and picked up the pace, one hand lifting your skirt slightly and the other pulling down slightly on your jacket to keep it tight to you. Going through the flames didn't seemed to have damaged it, thankfully. Not even the thin gold and red strands that were woven through it. That made you smile, a little bit. It would have been such a shame if it had been destroyed.

You found the grand stairs, then took them quickly, clamping a hand over your jacket with irritation as you moved. This was the obvious pathway through the forges, but you didn't know of another. Maintenance corridors that kept everything neatly out of sight were niceties for the rest of the Imperium- the Mechanicus colonized the ones that had usable space, turned them into personal forges and offices and shrines. There were other points to ascend, of course, but none that were private. Surely someone would be guarding this? Or had what Korash unleashed robbed the skitarii of all tactical reasoning? Was that the goal, or an accident? Were they even corrupted, come to think of it? And if so, were you safe from that contagion yourself? You didn't have the expertise in cybernetic interfaces to know for certain, though you felt that you would be fairly safe- else, the entirety of the forges would have succumbed to whatever had afflicted the local noosphere.

>>6178388
The temple shuddered beneath your feet, and something behind you bloomed with orange light, making the golden threads of your jacket seem to glow against the brown vatleather. You grab at the banister for balance, and look over your shoulder to see flames filling the main corridor behind you. Figures stumbled through the flames, seemingly uncaring of their robes smoldering in the flame.

Scrambling to your feet, you reach the landing and turn the corner before either of you had the chance to identify the other, moving up the stairs one floor, then another. Glancing down the stairwell, you could see the bottom of the stairway glowed orange with flames, and while visible flame thinned the further you got, the air started to grow hazy, and your lungs hitched oddly as you breathed, the air hot seemingly without explanation. The floors above you were growing slightly indistinct as smoke rose through the parts of the temple that were not sealed from each other.

It wasn't exactly in your specifications to operate in such heavy smog, and you quickly found yourself lightly wheezing, covering your mouth with an arm as your eyes burned, stumbling to a stop on one of the landings. You might put yourself in danger of asphyxiation if you went any higher, but you were still several stories below where the maintenance access ways were. If only you had a respirator implant like Trisa-Cant-8 did. You wonder if she's-

You jerk back, ducking around the gate that separated the grand staircase from the rest of the floor. Figures were descending the staircases, gripping staffs or... knobbly pieces of wood- firearms, maybe. Were they skitarii or fleeing adepts?

Shrinking back, you put some distance between you and the staircase, retreating further onto whatever floor this is. B-34, if you counted the number of stairs you went up correctly. Which, of course, you had. If you were lucky, they would go down the staircase to escape the smoke and you could continue on your way, or they would come out onto the landing, and you'd hopefully be far enough away by then to be just as indistinct through the smoke.

You suppress a cough with a grimace. There were supposedly stocked lockers of safety equipment on most floors of the temple, but you didn't know where they were. Likely, they were noospherically marked, or had servitors to guide people to them, but you didn't have access to either of those, given that you didn't have any sort of cybernetic, much less an electoo or MIU.

>Turn away from the staircase to look for aid or another way up before you continue.
>Approach the figures and ask for help.
>You did have a laspistol...
>[Write-In]

>[Optional] ...touch the back of your neck.

>>6178389
>>Approach the figures and ask for help.

>>6178389
>Approach the figures and ask for help.
>[Optional] ...touch the back of your neck.

>>6179249
support

>>6178389
>Turn away from the staircase to look for aid or another way up before you continue.
>[Optional] ...touch the back of your neck.

>Approach the figures and ask for help.
>[Optional] ...touch the back of your neck.
Writing.

Okay so I got laid the fuck out by a bad stye, but we're rapidly approaching archive so let's see if I can't get us into a new thread here...

Annnd archived: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6151986/

New thread: >>6184463