Dysphoria brain parasite told me I wouldn't pass it i wore my warm knee socks but. Who would look at my socks??

Knew socks are gender neuteal <33

I don't even know why I was thinking that I'm wearing long pants

I’ve found that athletic socks are especially gender neutral.

that's fair but I'm wearing stereotypical femboy black n white striped socks

Or you are wearing black and white mime socks and must act as a mime for the duration of it.

Dysphoria brain parasite told me I wouldn't pass it i wore my warm knee socks but. Who would look at my socks??

Knew socks are gender neuteal <33

I don't even know why I was thinking that I'm wearing long pants

I’ve found that athletic socks are especially gender neutral.

and technology! A lot of jobs require you to fill out electronic applications and have a email or phone number to be considered! Filling them out from a library computer doesn’t really work either because you would have to obsessively check it every day which makes you seem suspicious. That is assuming you can make an account in the first place, because they often require cellphone numbers as well! Not to mention the fact that you need money to open a bank account which employers also need so they can give you the money you are making. Absolutely fucked.

Look i knew satanism was better than being christian

BUT DAMN BEING A SATANIST IS THAT RESPECTFUL

Christians can fuck off or accept being a satanist is better than being christian :3

The eleven satanic rules of earth below!!

This honestly seems a lot like fae/ fair folk rules. Or just basic rules of humanity that needs to be followed.

[She continued to lean against the wall, eerily still, before looking him directly in the Eyes.]

Alright. I know exactly what you need.

[She sat down at the nearest chair head in her hands.]

Say the thing. Ask me.

Ah, yeah, of course... [Sims fumbles around for his tape recorder before finally locating it and turning it on] Uh.. Statement... Statement begins-

After my encounter with the strange runner, I couldn't help but feel watched. I never had that feeling much before that, too alone, too consumed by silence and fog and my terrible lack of memory and the knowledge that no one would notice if I were to ever go missing, and if I were to turn up dead, I'm sure no one would bother to identify the body. Lani is seriously all I have, and when she wouldn't leave me alone, I started feeling suffocated. So I ignored the feeling, brushed it off as being stressed or being paranoid due to the constant attention. 

But I felt more present as well, so clearly it had to be a good thing, right? I could remember much, much better, and found myself smiling more and wandering less. It was wonderful for a while, until the itch started.

You know that feeling when something is slightly off? When you are being watched while you are completely alone? I never did, not until then. About 2 months after that encounter, just when I was getting used to the feeling of being watched, the feeling got much…heavier. Instead of watching what I was doing at every living moment as it had been, it felt like it started looking much deeper. Like it was looking to see the essence of my soul, my very being. 

[Her voice wavered, she looked ready to cry.]

And I was so very afraid.

[A single deep, shuttering breath, as she whispered the next part.]

I do not want to be known. I do not want to be perceived. Sometimes, I do not even want to be. Existing is far too much some days, the days the fog is thicker and the hair is stale and everything is too loud and I just wish to be away. I can't even have that anymore. I wish to be left alone, to simply disappear.

[Her voice grew stronger, firmer.]

Its not that I have any secrets to keep. Nothing really special about me to know in any sort of way either. But it was invasive, beyond so. I lost any sort of privacy, any sort of agency. I started losing sleep, wearing more and more layers, locking myself in my room and putting sheets over all the windows and mirrors because I don't want to be seen. Not even by myself. I sometimes even had the urge to scratch out every last thing that even looked like a Eye even though it was so, so irrational. 

Its not like it felt hostile. I didn't feel like I was in danger or that it was planning on harming me. But it was still there. Watching me. Constantly watching me, picking me apart, dissecting me like a lab experiment. There was no judgment, no curiosity, no reason. It just watched me. I don't even know what it is! But it was there, its still here, watching me.

I feel so exposed, so violated. That day when nothing started to make sense, when I stopped being able to be without reality warping and shifting around me, this Spiral entity you call it. That day, the Eye stopped. I finally felt free.

[She laughed, this sad, wet thing. Covering her face, she took a deep breath, before finishing.]

Of course, it couldn't have simply been a blessing in disguise. Not that it matters much anyways, because the feeling came back as soon as I finally made it to your doors. I almost turned away, almost gave up then and there just for the sake of not feeling like I'm being watched anymore. Yet I continued on, hoping for answers at the very least. 

[She straightened up, and looked directly at The Archivist. Something was different this time. So different, yet just the same. Just a little bit off enough to be unsettling, yet not enough to know what.]

And so here I am. I am so, so very afraid. I am unsure if I can leave this place, at least, not as I am. I have been so watched, constantly Seen so deeply and utterly. Under It's gaze, under his gaze, and under your gaze.

Heh, your questions are a lot like Lani's, ya know? She doesn't ask many, but when she does, you know that you need to answer. Guess shes just as much a part of this as I am now, right?

[Jon literally absorbed every word from Annicis and let it simmer, his fingers restlessly drumming on his desk. This was.. a lot, even for him, but he knew the feeling all too well] Sounds like your friend might also be quite helpful if she also made a statement. [His tone was half joking, half serious. He exhales heavily] ... you've been through a lot.

Heh, I guess you could say so. This one, this one was the worst for me though. I hate being watched, I hate it so much.

[She sighed and shrunk in on herself a bit.]

If my phone were still working, I’d call her for you though. Maybe I should ask her for some help with…everything. Or find a new apartment.

Your phone has stopped working, hm? It seems the world really has it out for you.

[Jon is still slightly overloaded by the information, BUT at least The Eye is being fed]

Meh, it is what it is.

[She peaked outside, and the hallway looked to have mostly returned to normal.]

I think it’s safe to leave now. I really would like to get out of here, make myself comfortable before…What was it you said? “Becoming”?

Alright! Well, what I was thinking was that the Avatars could be similar to a Hivemind of sorts of Fear, where they are all connected just like the entities are connected, just different aspects of it. And during times where there is overlap in Fear all related avatars could kind of know and it could feed all related aspects. They are still their own people and are capable of operating outside of the fears system, but they all have that subconscious connection bringing them to be a part of Fear as a whole.

literally the only thing Yuu has going for them is the fact that they have friends in high places that would be willing to help in some way. If they get lucky, one of their higher up friends would be willing to help them get a halfway decent job that doesn’t ask too many questions, but they still absolutely do not exist. I do not see Yuu surviving very long after Graduation unless Crowley is “kind and benevolent” enough to let them continue working as a glorified janitor or TA.

[She continued to lean against the wall, eerily still, before looking him directly in the Eyes.]

Alright. I know exactly what you need.

[She sat down at the nearest chair head in her hands.]

Say the thing. Ask me.

Ah, yeah, of course... [Sims fumbles around for his tape recorder before finally locating it and turning it on] Uh.. Statement... Statement begins-

After my encounter with the strange runner, I couldn't help but feel watched. I never had that feeling much before that, too alone, too consumed by silence and fog and my terrible lack of memory and the knowledge that no one would notice if I were to ever go missing, and if I were to turn up dead, I'm sure no one would bother to identify the body. Lani is seriously all I have, and when she wouldn't leave me alone, I started feeling suffocated. So I ignored the feeling, brushed it off as being stressed or being paranoid due to the constant attention. 

But I felt more present as well, so clearly it had to be a good thing, right? I could remember much, much better, and found myself smiling more and wandering less. It was wonderful for a while, until the itch started.

You know that feeling when something is slightly off? When you are being watched while you are completely alone? I never did, not until then. About 2 months after that encounter, just when I was getting used to the feeling of being watched, the feeling got much…heavier. Instead of watching what I was doing at every living moment as it had been, it felt like it started looking much deeper. Like it was looking to see the essence of my soul, my very being. 

[Her voice wavered, she looked ready to cry.]

And I was so very afraid.

[A single deep, shuttering breath, as she whispered the next part.]

I do not want to be known. I do not want to be perceived. Sometimes, I do not even want to be. Existing is far too much some days, the days the fog is thicker and the hair is stale and everything is too loud and I just wish to be away. I can't even have that anymore. I wish to be left alone, to simply disappear.

[Her voice grew stronger, firmer.]

Its not that I have any secrets to keep. Nothing really special about me to know in any sort of way either. But it was invasive, beyond so. I lost any sort of privacy, any sort of agency. I started losing sleep, wearing more and more layers, locking myself in my room and putting sheets over all the windows and mirrors because I don't want to be seen. Not even by myself. I sometimes even had the urge to scratch out every last thing that even looked like a Eye even though it was so, so irrational. 

Its not like it felt hostile. I didn't feel like I was in danger or that it was planning on harming me. But it was still there. Watching me. Constantly watching me, picking me apart, dissecting me like a lab experiment. There was no judgment, no curiosity, no reason. It just watched me. I don't even know what it is! But it was there, its still here, watching me.

I feel so exposed, so violated. That day when nothing started to make sense, when I stopped being able to be without reality warping and shifting around me, this Spiral entity you call it. That day, the Eye stopped. I finally felt free.

[She laughed, this sad, wet thing. Covering her face, she took a deep breath, before finishing.]

Of course, it couldn't have simply been a blessing in disguise. Not that it matters much anyways, because the feeling came back as soon as I finally made it to your doors. I almost turned away, almost gave up then and there just for the sake of not feeling like I'm being watched anymore. Yet I continued on, hoping for answers at the very least. 

[She straightened up, and looked directly at The Archivist. Something was different this time. So different, yet just the same. Just a little bit off enough to be unsettling, yet not enough to know what.]

And so here I am. I am so, so very afraid. I am unsure if I can leave this place, at least, not as I am. I have been so watched, constantly Seen so deeply and utterly. Under It's gaze, under his gaze, and under your gaze.

Heh, your questions are a lot like Lani's, ya know? She doesn't ask many, but when she does, you know that you need to answer. Guess shes just as much a part of this as I am now, right?

[Jon literally absorbed every word from Annicis and let it simmer, his fingers restlessly drumming on his desk. This was.. a lot, even for him, but he knew the feeling all too well] Sounds like your friend might also be quite helpful if she also made a statement. [His tone was half joking, half serious. He exhales heavily] ... you've been through a lot.

Heh, I guess you could say so. This one, this one was the worst for me though. I hate being watched, I hate it so much.

[She sighed and shrunk in on herself a bit.]

If my phone were still working, I’d call her for you though. Maybe I should ask her for some help with…everything. Or find a new apartment.

[She continued to lean against the wall, eerily still, before looking him directly in the Eyes.]

Alright. I know exactly what you need.

[She sat down at the nearest chair head in her hands.]

Say the thing. Ask me.

Ah, yeah, of course... [Sims fumbles around for his tape recorder before finally locating it and turning it on] Uh.. Statement... Statement begins-

After my encounter with the strange runner, I couldn't help but feel watched. I never had that feeling much before that, too alone, too consumed by silence and fog and my terrible lack of memory and the knowledge that no one would notice if I were to ever go missing, and if I were to turn up dead, I'm sure no one would bother to identify the body. Lani is seriously all I have, and when she wouldn't leave me alone, I started feeling suffocated. So I ignored the feeling, brushed it off as being stressed or being paranoid due to the constant attention. 

But I felt more present as well, so clearly it had to be a good thing, right? I could remember much, much better, and found myself smiling more and wandering less. It was wonderful for a while, until the itch started.

You know that feeling when something is slightly off? When you are being watched while you are completely alone? I never did, not until then. About 2 months after that encounter, just when I was getting used to the feeling of being watched, the feeling got much…heavier. Instead of watching what I was doing at every living moment as it had been, it felt like it started looking much deeper. Like it was looking to see the essence of my soul, my very being. 

[Her voice wavered, she looked ready to cry.]

And I was so very afraid.

[A single deep, shuttering breath, as she whispered the next part.]

I do not want to be known. I do not want to be perceived. Sometimes, I do not even want to be. Existing is far too much some days, the days the fog is thicker and the hair is stale and everything is too loud and I just wish to be away. I can't even have that anymore. I wish to be left alone, to simply disappear.

[Her voice grew stronger, firmer.]

Its not that I have any secrets to keep. Nothing really special about me to know in any sort of way either. But it was invasive, beyond so. I lost any sort of privacy, any sort of agency. I started losing sleep, wearing more and more layers, locking myself in my room and putting sheets over all the windows and mirrors because I don't want to be seen. Not even by myself. I sometimes even had the urge to scratch out every last thing that even looked like a Eye even though it was so, so irrational. 

Its not like it felt hostile. I didn't feel like I was in danger or that it was planning on harming me. But it was still there. Watching me. Constantly watching me, picking me apart, dissecting me like a lab experiment. There was no judgment, no curiosity, no reason. It just watched me. I don't even know what it is! But it was there, its still here, watching me.

I feel so exposed, so violated. That day when nothing started to make sense, when I stopped being able to be without reality warping and shifting around me, this Spiral entity you call it. That day, the Eye stopped. I finally felt free.

[She laughed, this sad, wet thing. Covering her face, she took a deep breath, before finishing.]

Of course, it couldn't have simply been a blessing in disguise. Not that it matters much anyways, because the feeling came back as soon as I finally made it to your doors. I almost turned away, almost gave up then and there just for the sake of not feeling like I'm being watched anymore. Yet I continued on, hoping for answers at the very least. 

[She straightened up, and looked directly at The Archivist. Something was different this time. So different, yet just the same. Just a little bit off enough to be unsettling, yet not enough to know what.]

And so here I am. I am so, so very afraid. I am unsure if I can leave this place, at least, not as I am. I have been so watched, constantly Seen so deeply and utterly. Under It's gaze, under his gaze, and under your gaze.

Heh, your questions are a lot like Lani's, ya know? She doesn't ask many, but when she does, you know that you need to answer. Guess shes just as much a part of this as I am now, right?

Fucking promise me you won’t. Look at me- Look at me, promise, alright? You are perfect. You are loved and amazing and the world’s less of a shit hole with you in it.

Promise me you won’t commit suicide and you won’t self harm.

Please?

[She continued to lean against the wall, eerily still, before looking him directly in the Eyes.]

Alright. I know exactly what you need.

[She sat down at the nearest chair head in her hands.]

Say the thing. Ask me.

Oh Nono, sorry. Well, I can’t seem to find the door?

You can't... find the door? [Jon glances at the calendar on the wall, his eyes widening fractionally in surprise] It's been two days.. you've been wandering the Archives for two days?! Did you not find anyone to help lead you out???

I tried asking, but it was like they couldn’t see or hear me. I think my hand actually passed through someone at some point. After that, there wasn’t anyone around.

It.. it what? [The Archivist glances away, mumbling something along the lines of 'not again'] .... Do you want me to lead you out?

If possible, I would really appreciate it.

[She pauses for a moment before awkwardly asking]

Um, could I possibly get some water first? I’m really thirsty…

Yeah, yeah, water is fine.. [Sims opens a small cabinet, or, no actually, it's a minifridge, and he pulls out a bottle of water] You're probably dehydrated from being lost here for so long.

Thank you so much!

[You notice she seems to get a little more solid after grabbing the bottle.]

... No problem. [It doesn't show on his face, but Jon is currently sorting through his mind and thinking '... this is Martin part two innit'. And that worries him, actually. It worries him a lot.]

[She drinks the bottle slowly, and when it’s gone, she sighs in apparent relief]

Thank you again. Shall we go?

[Jon is snapped out of his thoughts. He clears his throat awkwardly, and steps past Annicis out the door] Uh.. yeah, I suppose so. Let's go.

[Annicis is quiet as she followed him. She focused on making sure he was still in front of her, still in her line of sight.]

.. you've been through a lot, huh? [Jon asks somewhat uncertainly as he opens another door and proceeds down one of the Institute's many hallways. He sounds like he's trying to make small talk, but doesn't know how to]

I suppose so.

[Annicis nervously rubs her arms, still not looking away.]

I can’t really remember much though. Outside of…those events. If I try it gets kind of fuzzy.

.. huh. [Sims speeds up a bit, but still ensures Annicis can match his pace. He's simply mulling over her words in his head]

[Annicis notices that they passed by the exact same portrait with a red stain on the cheek for the second time.]

Uhhh are we close?

Of course we are. Why wouldn't w- [Sims stops in his tracks as he realises he's walking past the Artifact Storage's east entrance... again] What the fuck.

Oh no not again…

[She is visibly panicking, her breathing picking up speed]

I-

Wh- Hey-

[The Archivist stops in his tracks fully, turning to face her. His gaze meets hers. His eyes, as unintentionally as it feels, feel prying—like they’re searching for something beneath the surface.]

Calm down.

[She could feel herself instantly calming down, taking a few deep breaths.]

I-right. Sorry.

Good. Just..

[Jon continues on his path a little more hastily, completely focused on the surroundings now.]

Fuck, we should be out of here at this point-

[Annicis completely stops, looking terrified] The walls have patterns.

They what-

[To The Archivist’s complete shock, the further he went along, the more the walls seemed to warp and distort into a fractal-like pattern]

No, damn it! I’m NOT dealing with this bullshit again.

[He runs faster while making sure Annaicis is keeping up, hoping to break the loop..]

Oh gosh. Oh gosh!

[Annicis grabs Jon’s hand, hoping not to get left behind. It slips through.]

Oh.. gods…

[Jon skids to a halt as he watches her hand slip through his, and he’s ended up.. back outside his office.]

What the hell? The path we took can’t even loop!

[Annicis was doubled over trying to catch her breath.]

Welcome to the last several weeks for me. Perhaps you should double check to make sure everything is as you left it or if it is just slightly off.

[Jon leaned against the wall, not-so-subtly attempting to catch his breath. He did not sign up for this.]

So this is what you’ve been putting up with, huh..?

[He slips inside his office, looking around skeptically. He’s already expecting the worst]

How’d you get this far with life bing such an arse..?

[Annicis laughs humorlessly.]

I’ve really learned to just go with the flow at this point. If I can’t remember it, it doesn’t matter. And if I can remember it, oh well.

[She sighs heavily, bracing herself against the wall.]

I’m sorry for bringing you into all this.

Don’t apologize. This is.. kind of my job, I suppose.

[Sims’ office seems fine, and he slips back outside]

… I’m.. sort of at a loss here.

[For the second time now, instead of looking elsewhere, he looks—really looks—at Annaicis. He’s trying to figure this out]

[Annicis looks as if her colors have faded slightly. She is obviously panicking still, yet trying to keep it together as well. There is a small swirl under her left eye. She looks back at Jon, just watching him for a moment.]

I don’t know what’s going on. What is wrong with me?

[So, reasonably, Jon is worried, because memories of Fuckhands McMike. He pulls Annicis into his office—the one place that doesn't seem to have distorted (at least, not yet?)]

... The Spiral.

[He speaks a little too plainly and too simply for comfort, as though resigned; there was nothing that could be done]

You're becoming an Avatar, if I had to guess.

[He involuntarily flinched]

And not of an Entity I'm particularly fond of..

:D What In The Ever Loving Fuck Are You Talking About?

Right, so, uh..

[The Archivist closes the door behind her before moving to lean against his desk]

It's a long explanation, I'm afraid. But let's just say that things are changing for you, and I doubt we have time to prevent it.

[She runs her hands through her hair, slightly annoyed.]

Alright then. Go with the flow. What do I immediately need to know that cannot wait until after?

Well, for starters, you're not going to keep all of your humanity, and uh, you're going to need to terrorize people to stay alive.

…Ok, not as bad as I thought. Anything else?

[She seems to have calmed down a bit. A good thing, because the swirl under her eye seems to be getting bigger. At least she was more solid than when she walked in.]

Uh, no, I—

[Jon falls silent, turning his head away]

I've never properly dealt with someone specifically like you. But you'll.. be fine. And you'll get used to it.

Alright.

[She takes a deep breath, much, much calmer now that she at least has an idea of what’s going on.]

Thank you for letting me know. Now I can somewhat mentally prepare at least.

Yeah just..

[Sims moves to sit behind his desk and steeples his fingers]

Let's just wait it out.. we'll figure it out from here...

[Now, talk about terrible timing, but... Gods, the Beholding craved statements..]

[Annicis pauses for a moment, hearing a small click.]

Is that a recorder? Did a recorder just turn on?

Uh, no..

[The Archivist shifts a stack of papers to the side quickly.]

I've no clue what you're talking about. Although, maybe, to calm down and perhaps handle this better, you can.. tell me how you're feeling, or what's happening to you?

You are a horrible liar.

[She stares at Jon for a moment. He’s clearly nervous, so she drops it.]

Very well, what do you need to know?

Just like.. anything... Y'know.. to help..... Manage the situation.........

Oh Nono, sorry. Well, I can’t seem to find the door?

You can't... find the door? [Jon glances at the calendar on the wall, his eyes widening fractionally in surprise] It's been two days.. you've been wandering the Archives for two days?! Did you not find anyone to help lead you out???

I tried asking, but it was like they couldn’t see or hear me. I think my hand actually passed through someone at some point. After that, there wasn’t anyone around.

It.. it what? [The Archivist glances away, mumbling something along the lines of 'not again'] .... Do you want me to lead you out?

If possible, I would really appreciate it.

[She pauses for a moment before awkwardly asking]

Um, could I possibly get some water first? I’m really thirsty…

Yeah, yeah, water is fine.. [Sims opens a small cabinet, or, no actually, it's a minifridge, and he pulls out a bottle of water] You're probably dehydrated from being lost here for so long.

Thank you so much!

[You notice she seems to get a little more solid after grabbing the bottle.]

... No problem. [It doesn't show on his face, but Jon is currently sorting through his mind and thinking '... this is Martin part two innit'. And that worries him, actually. It worries him a lot.]

[She drinks the bottle slowly, and when it’s gone, she sighs in apparent relief]

Thank you again. Shall we go?

[Jon is snapped out of his thoughts. He clears his throat awkwardly, and steps past Annicis out the door] Uh.. yeah, I suppose so. Let's go.

[Annicis is quiet as she followed him. She focused on making sure he was still in front of her, still in her line of sight.]

.. you've been through a lot, huh? [Jon asks somewhat uncertainly as he opens another door and proceeds down one of the Institute's many hallways. He sounds like he's trying to make small talk, but doesn't know how to]

I suppose so.

[Annicis nervously rubs her arms, still not looking away.]

I can’t really remember much though. Outside of…those events. If I try it gets kind of fuzzy.

.. huh. [Sims speeds up a bit, but still ensures Annicis can match his pace. He's simply mulling over her words in his head]

[Annicis notices that they passed by the exact same portrait with a red stain on the cheek for the second time.]

Uhhh are we close?

Of course we are. Why wouldn't w- [Sims stops in his tracks as he realises he's walking past the Artifact Storage's east entrance... again] What the fuck.

Oh no not again…

[She is visibly panicking, her breathing picking up speed]

I-

Wh- Hey-

[The Archivist stops in his tracks fully, turning to face her. His gaze meets hers. His eyes, as unintentionally as it feels, feel prying—like they’re searching for something beneath the surface.]

Calm down.

[She could feel herself instantly calming down, taking a few deep breaths.]

I-right. Sorry.

Good. Just..

[Jon continues on his path a little more hastily, completely focused on the surroundings now.]

Fuck, we should be out of here at this point-

[Annicis completely stops, looking terrified] The walls have patterns.

They what-

[To The Archivist’s complete shock, the further he went along, the more the walls seemed to warp and distort into a fractal-like pattern]

No, damn it! I’m NOT dealing with this bullshit again.

[He runs faster while making sure Annaicis is keeping up, hoping to break the loop..]

Oh gosh. Oh gosh!

[Annicis grabs Jon’s hand, hoping not to get left behind. It slips through.]

Oh.. gods…

[Jon skids to a halt as he watches her hand slip through his, and he’s ended up.. back outside his office.]

What the hell? The path we took can’t even loop!

[Annicis was doubled over trying to catch her breath.]

Welcome to the last several weeks for me. Perhaps you should double check to make sure everything is as you left it or if it is just slightly off.

[Jon leaned against the wall, not-so-subtly attempting to catch his breath. He did not sign up for this.]

So this is what you’ve been putting up with, huh..?

[He slips inside his office, looking around skeptically. He’s already expecting the worst]

How’d you get this far with life bing such an arse..?

[Annicis laughs humorlessly.]

I’ve really learned to just go with the flow at this point. If I can’t remember it, it doesn’t matter. And if I can remember it, oh well.

[She sighs heavily, bracing herself against the wall.]

I’m sorry for bringing you into all this.

Don’t apologize. This is.. kind of my job, I suppose.

[Sims’ office seems fine, and he slips back outside]

… I’m.. sort of at a loss here.

[For the second time now, instead of looking elsewhere, he looks—really looks—at Annaicis. He’s trying to figure this out]

[Annicis looks as if her colors have faded slightly. She is obviously panicking still, yet trying to keep it together as well. There is a small swirl under her left eye. She looks back at Jon, just watching him for a moment.]

I don’t know what’s going on. What is wrong with me?

[So, reasonably, Jon is worried, because memories of Fuckhands McMike. He pulls Annicis into his office—the one place that doesn't seem to have distorted (at least, not yet?)]

... The Spiral.

[He speaks a little too plainly and too simply for comfort, as though resigned; there was nothing that could be done]

You're becoming an Avatar, if I had to guess.

[He involuntarily flinched]

And not of an Entity I'm particularly fond of..

:D What In The Ever Loving Fuck Are You Talking About?

Right, so, uh..

[The Archivist closes the door behind her before moving to lean against his desk]

It's a long explanation, I'm afraid. But let's just say that things are changing for you, and I doubt we have time to prevent it.

[She runs her hands through her hair, slightly annoyed.]

Alright then. Go with the flow. What do I immediately need to know that cannot wait until after?

Well, for starters, you're not going to keep all of your humanity, and uh, you're going to need to terrorize people to stay alive.

…Ok, not as bad as I thought. Anything else?

[She seems to have calmed down a bit. A good thing, because the swirl under her eye seems to be getting bigger. At least she was more solid than when she walked in.]

Uh, no, I—

[Jon falls silent, turning his head away]

I've never properly dealt with someone specifically like you. But you'll.. be fine. And you'll get used to it.

Alright.

[She takes a deep breath, much, much calmer now that she at least has an idea of what’s going on.]

Thank you for letting me know. Now I can somewhat mentally prepare at least.

Yeah just..

[Sims moves to sit behind his desk and steeples his fingers]

Let's just wait it out.. we'll figure it out from here...

[Now, talk about terrible timing, but... Gods, the Beholding craved statements..]

[Annicis pauses for a moment, hearing a small click.]

Is that a recorder? Did a recorder just turn on?

Uh, no..

[The Archivist shifts a stack of papers to the side quickly.]

I've no clue what you're talking about. Although, maybe, to calm down and perhaps handle this better, you can.. tell me how you're feeling, or what's happening to you?

You are a horrible liar.

[She stares at Jon for a moment. He’s clearly nervous, so she drops it.]

Very well, what do you need to know?

Just like.. anything... Y'know.. to help..... Manage the situation.........

I- um. I don’t really know what to…

[Annicis stopped for a moment, because yes she did. She knew exactly what to say.]

You said they feed on fear, correct?

Oh Nono, sorry. Well, I can’t seem to find the door?

You can't... find the door? [Jon glances at the calendar on the wall, his eyes widening fractionally in surprise] It's been two days.. you've been wandering the Archives for two days?! Did you not find anyone to help lead you out???

I tried asking, but it was like they couldn’t see or hear me. I think my hand actually passed through someone at some point. After that, there wasn’t anyone around.

It.. it what? [The Archivist glances away, mumbling something along the lines of 'not again'] .... Do you want me to lead you out?

If possible, I would really appreciate it.

[She pauses for a moment before awkwardly asking]

Um, could I possibly get some water first? I’m really thirsty…

Yeah, yeah, water is fine.. [Sims opens a small cabinet, or, no actually, it's a minifridge, and he pulls out a bottle of water] You're probably dehydrated from being lost here for so long.

Thank you so much!

[You notice she seems to get a little more solid after grabbing the bottle.]

... No problem. [It doesn't show on his face, but Jon is currently sorting through his mind and thinking '... this is Martin part two innit'. And that worries him, actually. It worries him a lot.]

[She drinks the bottle slowly, and when it’s gone, she sighs in apparent relief]

Thank you again. Shall we go?

[Jon is snapped out of his thoughts. He clears his throat awkwardly, and steps past Annicis out the door] Uh.. yeah, I suppose so. Let's go.

[Annicis is quiet as she followed him. She focused on making sure he was still in front of her, still in her line of sight.]

.. you've been through a lot, huh? [Jon asks somewhat uncertainly as he opens another door and proceeds down one of the Institute's many hallways. He sounds like he's trying to make small talk, but doesn't know how to]

I suppose so.

[Annicis nervously rubs her arms, still not looking away.]

I can’t really remember much though. Outside of…those events. If I try it gets kind of fuzzy.

.. huh. [Sims speeds up a bit, but still ensures Annicis can match his pace. He's simply mulling over her words in his head]

[Annicis notices that they passed by the exact same portrait with a red stain on the cheek for the second time.]

Uhhh are we close?

Of course we are. Why wouldn't w- [Sims stops in his tracks as he realises he's walking past the Artifact Storage's east entrance... again] What the fuck.

Oh no not again…

[She is visibly panicking, her breathing picking up speed]

I-

Wh- Hey-

[The Archivist stops in his tracks fully, turning to face her. His gaze meets hers. His eyes, as unintentionally as it feels, feel prying—like they’re searching for something beneath the surface.]

Calm down.

[She could feel herself instantly calming down, taking a few deep breaths.]

I-right. Sorry.

Good. Just..

[Jon continues on his path a little more hastily, completely focused on the surroundings now.]

Fuck, we should be out of here at this point-

[Annicis completely stops, looking terrified] The walls have patterns.

They what-

[To The Archivist’s complete shock, the further he went along, the more the walls seemed to warp and distort into a fractal-like pattern]

No, damn it! I’m NOT dealing with this bullshit again.

[He runs faster while making sure Annaicis is keeping up, hoping to break the loop..]

Oh gosh. Oh gosh!

[Annicis grabs Jon’s hand, hoping not to get left behind. It slips through.]

Oh.. gods…

[Jon skids to a halt as he watches her hand slip through his, and he’s ended up.. back outside his office.]

What the hell? The path we took can’t even loop!

[Annicis was doubled over trying to catch her breath.]

Welcome to the last several weeks for me. Perhaps you should double check to make sure everything is as you left it or if it is just slightly off.

[Jon leaned against the wall, not-so-subtly attempting to catch his breath. He did not sign up for this.]

So this is what you’ve been putting up with, huh..?

[He slips inside his office, looking around skeptically. He’s already expecting the worst]

How’d you get this far with life bing such an arse..?

[Annicis laughs humorlessly.]

I’ve really learned to just go with the flow at this point. If I can’t remember it, it doesn’t matter. And if I can remember it, oh well.

[She sighs heavily, bracing herself against the wall.]

I’m sorry for bringing you into all this.

Don’t apologize. This is.. kind of my job, I suppose.

[Sims’ office seems fine, and he slips back outside]

… I’m.. sort of at a loss here.

[For the second time now, instead of looking elsewhere, he looks—really looks—at Annaicis. He’s trying to figure this out]

[Annicis looks as if her colors have faded slightly. She is obviously panicking still, yet trying to keep it together as well. There is a small swirl under her left eye. She looks back at Jon, just watching him for a moment.]

I don’t know what’s going on. What is wrong with me?

[So, reasonably, Jon is worried, because memories of Fuckhands McMike. He pulls Annicis into his office—the one place that doesn't seem to have distorted (at least, not yet?)]

... The Spiral.

[He speaks a little too plainly and too simply for comfort, as though resigned; there was nothing that could be done]

You're becoming an Avatar, if I had to guess.

[He involuntarily flinched]

And not of an Entity I'm particularly fond of..

:D What In The Ever Loving Fuck Are You Talking About?

Right, so, uh..

[The Archivist closes the door behind her before moving to lean against his desk]

It's a long explanation, I'm afraid. But let's just say that things are changing for you, and I doubt we have time to prevent it.

[She runs her hands through her hair, slightly annoyed.]

Alright then. Go with the flow. What do I immediately need to know that cannot wait until after?

Well, for starters, you're not going to keep all of your humanity, and uh, you're going to need to terrorize people to stay alive.

…Ok, not as bad as I thought. Anything else?

[She seems to have calmed down a bit. A good thing, because the swirl under her eye seems to be getting bigger. At least she was more solid than when she walked in.]

Uh, no, I—

[Jon falls silent, turning his head away]

I've never properly dealt with someone specifically like you. But you'll.. be fine. And you'll get used to it.

Alright.

[She takes a deep breath, much, much calmer now that she at least has an idea of what’s going on.]

Thank you for letting me know. Now I can somewhat mentally prepare at least.

Yeah just..

[Sims moves to sit behind his desk and steeples his fingers]

Let's just wait it out.. we'll figure it out from here...

[Now, talk about terrible timing, but... Gods, the Beholding craved statements..]

[Annicis pauses for a moment, hearing a small click.]

Is that a recorder? Did a recorder just turn on?

Uh, no..

[The Archivist shifts a stack of papers to the side quickly.]

I've no clue what you're talking about. Although, maybe, to calm down and perhaps handle this better, you can.. tell me how you're feeling, or what's happening to you?

You are a horrible liar.

[She stares at Jon for a moment. He’s clearly nervous, so she drops it.]

Very well, what do you need to know?