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[theparasite]

[forward-date to around 3 or 4am 6/13. poster ID for this tablet is MARTIN DARKOV, but this is not the Martin you are looking for. here is a pretty face for you.

actually, no. this was a pretty face, but there is a lot of ugly going on here. scabs and grooved flesh all along the right side...eye nearly swollen shut.

this gal's brow is furrowed, straining, contradicting the lazy smile it wears.

slow, methodical, yet wavering after each letter:]

D. A. R. [swallow. a wider smile and a shakier voice.] K. O. V.

[it blinks a few times; there's a couple tears trailing from behind the monocle.]

Oh. Sh. Shh.

We solved a mystery.

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[theparasite]

D, A... [it's happening again, and it's not even staring at the screen anymore. whatever, words.]

[gevurah]

Where is he? [ she knows it can talk. SHE CAN SEE YOUR CONVO ABOVE YOU JERK. ]

[theparasite]

[it does the world's shittiest imitation of the little chime the tablet makes to denote a new text. and then quietly chuckles about it. WHAT A FUNNY NOISE.

sniff.] Ha... [it drags a finger behind the lens, to the corner of its eye, then wipes at its nose.]

[gevurah]

Where is he? [ if only text could convey her irritation. ]

[theparasite]

[scratching and picking at a scab on its cheek. pick pick.] What a mystery, hm? Words wonder...

switching to voice

[gevurah]

[ ugh, gross. she wrinkles her nose in disgust on her end. ]

I'm going to ask one more time: where is the boy?

NIGHTCAP WINS!!

[theparasite]

[barking a startled laugh, sitting up. WOH. TALKY THINGS. HA

HA HA AH A....]

Noisy! Nosy! [snicker, settling back down. it tilts the screen sideways, looking at the funny talkreply graphic.] You don't sound familiar, no...

thows nightcap away

[gevurah]

I could say the same for you.

bounces off the rim of the garbage pail

[theparasite]

[chuckling:] Oh, oh...It's a whole, new place. Very foul. Very dangerous.

swats away again

[gevurah]

Care to explain how you ended up with this tablet? [ MARTY ARE YOU LOSING YOUR STUFF. ]

rolls away to fester hidden behind trash pail for MONTHS

[theparasite]

Found it.

EW... sprays lysol everywhere

[gevurah]

Where?

HISSES

[theparasite]

[beaming.]

Say the name aloud.

sprays in face

[gevurah]

Whose?

crisis on infinite bathroom surfaces

[theparasite]

[it says nothing, only smiling as wide as before. its brow furrows again, mouth twitching on a corner, and gives a faint, nasally sound, like a whimper.]

summons anti-germ monitor

[gevurah]

[ but whose? she frowns. she hates these stupid games.

at length: ] Who? Darkov?

this crossover is too real

[theparasite]

[it makes a little squeaky sound, stifling another whimper, mouth quivering.

and then it giggles.]

Dead, dead!

bring in captain planet and we've got a blockbuster

[gevurah]

I don't speak crazy.

[theparasite]

You don't speak with a face.

[gevurah]

Speak clearly and maybe I will.

[theparasite]

Hoh, I speak. I speak well. Do you listen as well as I speak?

[gevurah]

[ conclusion: it's batshit. ]

If you harmed that boy, I will find you.

[theparasite]

HA!

[sitting up, lip curling in a split-second snarl.]

I had no chance! No chance! It's still a mystery.

[gevurah]

You said "we" solved the mystery. Who's "we"?

[theparasite]

[smirking.]

It takes a Darkov to sniff out a Darkov. Did you know? Or not. Humans are very stupid here.

If you are human at all. This place is rancid with filth.