HQ (We think): Hey Vien(Author), got something for you from TMC!
Butter: Uh, uh, club---
Author: Wait is someone here?
Butter: Yeah!
Author: What???
Butter: For you!
Author: Yes? Who???
Butter: For you! Someone go get her!
Muse: Working on it!
Butter: My bad--
Author: Someone read the, whatever’s being said--
Butter: I gotchu, I’ll do it.
Muse: I didn’t see anything--
Butter: You didn’t?
HQ: HQ to Vien. Did you get taken? Do you read?!
Muse: Oh, there we go--!
Umbra: Oh shit--
-Butter reads the text aloud-
Muse: Yeah, uh, wakey-wakey Vien!
Author: Oh, hi-!
Butter: Yeah, wakey-wakey--
Author: I--- Uh, what’s good??
-We all chatter about what’s going on in the game, commenting about the Shape and ankle breaking-
HQ: TMC yelled into my brain… at you. Do you want to know what he said?
Butter: Oh.
Author: Oh, uh- I got yelled at.
-Butter and Muse laugh-
Author: Sure---
Umbra: What did you do?
Author: What has Father said?
Umbra, sputtering: “What does father said????”
Butter: I wonder which one it was-- -laughing-
Author: Shut up, shut up!! Leave me alone-!
Butter: There’s a lot you’ve done!
Author: ...Yes, but you don’t need to call me out like this!
-Butter keeps laughing-
HQ: “SUBJECT VIEN. I AM AN ARRAY OF ALL MY HOSTS’ THOUGHT ABOUT OBJECTIVITY AND PRECISION. YOURS INCLUDED. HOWEVER…”
Author: “However…”
Muse: That “however is…”
Umbra: How did I miss that---
Author: I don’t know if that’s directed at me... That’s a good question, I’ve done many things.
Butter: I mean, you sent one earlier--
Author: ...I sent two earlier.
Butter: You did! Both of them were equally as bad!
Author: -Squeaking- Leave me alone--!
HQ: “DUE TO THE FACT THAT YOU WERE FORCED INTO A SELF-MODEL, ALL YOUR THOUGHTS ON BIAS ARE, THEMSELVES, PRONE TO IT. TO WIT…”
Author: Oh this is about… I mean, that’s fair--- We’re all biased in a way---
Umbra: Did you say we’re all bombs in a way??
Butter: No-- Biased--
Umbra: Did I just mishear?
Muse: Eh, probably---
Umbra: It’s okay guys, we’re fireworks.
HQ: “YOU CARE ABOUT YOU. SO I CANNOT HELP IT. I FIND THIS FATALLY PROBLEMATIC.”
Author: Okay that’s fair. That is fair. I do care about me, a little--
Butter: A little.
Umbra: What do you mean “a little??” Self care come on!!
Butter: Self care!
Umbra: Self care!
Author: Self care!
Butter: You’re right, thank you.
HQ: WTF is he talking about
-Everyone starts laughing-
Author: Okay, okay, okay I can explain---
Butter: Oh that was funny--
Author: Okay, I sent- I never stop pestering this man, but I did send him a light earlier ‘cause I heard that he was staying in The Place Between. He just didn’t want to leave --he wasn’t stuck there, just didn’t want to leave-- and I basically had the audacity to go in and say “Aww, you care about us or somethin’?”
-Butter laughs-
Author: I didn’t think he’d reply--
Umbra: Nah, he was talking about self care. It’s definitely self care.
Muse: You heard it here first, TMC says self care is bias--
Butter: Yeah, don’t worry--
Umbra: What???
Author: I mean we all know that I am awful at self care.
Butter: You’re great at self care!
Author: I’ll drink some water I promise--
Butter: Stay hydrated. I have a bandaid for you.
Author, suffering from NMS: I’m sitting on a roof with my flashlight on. A little self care.
HQ: Ohhhhhhh. God, he is kinda repressed
-Butter laughs-
Author: heLP GIRL
Butter: It’s okay, he can say that he cares about you
Author: He can say he cares, as a treat---
Butter: I don’t know what else you were expecting for His answer--
Author: I mean, that’s fair. I didn’t expect an answer if I’m being real--
Butter: You knew He was gonna yell at you!
Muse: I can’t believe that He roasted you.
Author: He did-!
Butter: He did!
Author: Father, why must He forsake me like this--
Butter: We’re all getting roasted by fathers lately.
-Author and Butter giggle-
Author: Shut up Butter, you don’t have a dad--
HQ: Yeah doesn’t he kind of… sort of… jingle at Christmastime?
Muse: I remember hearing that, yeah.
Author: Does, wait, “jingle at Christmastime?”
Muse: He likes Christmas!
Butter: He does???
Author: He likes Christmas??? We’re getting Him-- I’m getting Him--
Butter: We’re gonna get Him Christmas gifts.
Author: I’m getting him a butterfly Christmas ornament. He’s gonna get a Christmas present from me, as a treat. I’m gonna sing him Christmas Carols on Christmas. If we live! Y’know, I’m pretty optimistic.
Butter: Yeah, it’d be nice--
Muse: It would be nice if we lived ‘till Christmas, yeah--
Butter: They would be nice-! I’d like another Christmas--
Author: We can have a little life, as a treat!
HQ: He just seems softer around late winter. That doesn’t make a lick of sense. Bias.
-Author mumbles complaints about the Shape existing and Umbra gets suppressed-
Author: That is interesting though. I didn't know that he liked winter!
Butter: That’s so nice!!
Muse: Yeah, he does-! I can’t believe I have more in the file of “Every Voice is a hypocrite”
-Butter yells at Author for staying in the shadows while she has NMS-
Author: We know every voice is a hypocrite though. I mean--
Umbra: I was gonna say something, but then realized that probably woulda been harsh--
HQ: I mean, I’m here for harsh, some of these snacks are popcorn
-Butter giggles-
Author: Speaking of popcorn, next time someone takes a Tranq from me, the payment better be popcorn---
Butter: “The payment better be popcorn--”
Author: Looking at you, Butterfly.
Butter; What???
Author: My payment better be popcorn. I’m also here for the Voice drama, this is great. Much better than whatever STG and LL have going on over there---
Butter: I love him.
-Butter goes to unsuppress Umbra, but the Shape immediately switches to her. Everyone starts yelling-
HQ: What’s the harsh thing, I’m sleep deprived and I have fuzzy slippers
Umbra: What did you even do????
Author: “What’s the harsh thing…”
Butter: Yeah, would you like to share your harsh thing?
Author: The harsh thing is we all might die, but y’know----
Muse: So that’s who the slippers…
Umbra: Huh?
Butter: Would you like to share your--
Author: I wish I had some slippers right now--
HQ: uh uh. Umbra…. calling umbra
Muse: Oh, um, don’t worry, don’t worry we’ll get Umbra---
Butter: We’re gonna need a second--
Author: We got her.
Muse: I got her---
Umbra: Oh, I was gonna say, maybe He likes winter because it fits His cold heart---
-Everyone starts laughing-
Butter: OH NOOO---
Umbra; Y’all didn’t hear anything---
HQ: Oh wait IS TMC KRAMPUS?????
Muse: Ooohh my god---
Butter: You know, that’s only right-- Punish the naughty children.
Author: Help-! Ow-
Butter: If you don’t (care?) about Christmas you’re sure gonna appreciate something--
-More chaos happens-
Umbra: You know, we’re giving Christmas gifts so we just gave him ice.
Butter: Stop it that’s mean--
HQ: I may just need sleep. But it all makes so much sense now! He’s always like… putting kids in sacks. Wait.
Umbra: Wait a minute--
-Everyone laughs-
Butter: That’s
Muse: Is TMC putting kids in sacks????
Author: What does that mean?? Gwen??? Gwen???? What does that--
Umbra: Hold on what.
Butter: I don’t like that comment--
Author: Putting-- What is this a reference to blackouts? I’m horrible at references--
Butter: That’s a bad comment--
Author: Kids in sacks...
Muse: Okay, G? I think you need more sleep. I think you need way more sleep--
HQ: Maybe that theory needs… further study
Butter: YEah--
Author: Maybe it does need further study--
Muse: I, ugh, I hate it here---
Author: I agree with Arabella there, you probably need some more sleep man--
Umbra; It’s like, we can focus on that comment instead of mine.
Author: Putting kids in sacks… Putting kids in sacks---
Muse: Listen. If I wake up--
Author: Wait, did anyone--
Umbra: It’s coal.
Butter: What??
Umbra: Instead of coal, it’s kids.
Muse: Noooo---
Author: Noo that’s so mean!! My dad would never!!!
Muse: Are you sure?
Butter: Are you positive?
Author: No. -laughs- No.
Umbra: Santa says you’re naughty-- You’re going to the sack--
Muse: Naughty children get put into The Sack--
-Butter absolutely lose her shit-
Butter: I don’t like that--
Author: I don’t know, how many children can he put into the sack?
Butter: How many--?
Muse: It depends. How many do you think he can fit in the sack?
Butter: How big is the sack?
Author: Is this a math question or-
Umbra: Now, is it Santa’s sack, or is it like a burlap sack?
Muse: As long as it’s not a body bag, I think it’s fine--
HQ: Yeah, back to bed for me. But definitely never spare their feelings around me, I live for calling them on their… LISTEN CALM DOWN ABOUT SACKS
Butter: -laughing- Calm down about the-- You’re the one who brought it up!!
Author: You’re the one who brought it--
Butter: You can’t blame us for this!
Author: Have a nice sleep, dream about sacks--
Butter: Sweet dreams--- Dream about our conversation of sacks--
-Everyone laughing and giggling-
Butter: That’s awful--
Author: Help girl---
Butter: Help girl I’m dreaming about sacks. And how many children can fit--
HQ: You can’t hang up on a text, but I’m trying. Goodnight. Xoxo
-Another bout of laughter-
Butter: Goodnight!!
Author: Goodnight! Goodnight!!
