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1038066 No. 1038066 ID: 629f2e

A mystery/horror quest about children uncovering the horrifying mysteries surrounding their small town.

THREAD 1: https://questden.org/kusaba/quest/res/1010078.html
THREAD 2: https://questden.org/kusaba/questarch/res/1019132.html
THREAD 3A: https://questden.org/kusaba/quest/res/1038059.html
WIKI: https://questden.org/wiki/Perpetuity

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[Monday, Two and a Half Years Ago]
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No. 1048027 ID: 59c1f2

That's... odd.

Franklin, didn't you tell us earlier your mom was... mute? If it was true that she was mute, then In your memory, how was she was able to speak with you clearly like she did?
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No. 1048157 ID: 8483cf

>>1048027
Yeah, this doesn't line up with it.

Wait, if Mom is sick, shouldn't she be getting the Ritual too? Time to find some chickens!
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No. 1048584 ID: 629f2e
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1048584

> That's... odd.

> Franklin, didn't you tell us earlier your mom was... mute? If it was true that she was mute, then In your memory, how was she able to speak with you clearly like she did?

...

...Huh? What do you...?

I heard her really clearly in my memory though. She said a lot of sweet things to make me feel nice, just like she always did. She can totally talk.

...But... She’s mute. Dad said so. That’s why she can’t say anything back when I talk to her through the door. But, if that’s true, then I shouldn’t remember her talking. I do though.

...

Maybe it’s me? My memories are unreliable, so maybe...

No. I don’t want to doubt a nice memory like that. That happened, I won’t accept that it didn’t. Plus, I’m sure that’s how mom always was before she got sick. It feels too familiar, I’m sure of it.

So... If my memory was real, then... Mom isn’t mute.

But if mom isn’t mute... and dad told me that she was...

Then... Dad Lied?

...

No. Wait, that’s not it. Something still wouldn’t make sense in that case. I talked to mom a lot while she was recovering, but she Never said anything back. She could talk in my memory, but maybe something happened that made it so she can’t talk Anymore? If that were true, then dad wouldn’t be a liar, my memory wouldn’t be wrong, and everything would make sense.

I mean... I don’t remember anything that could have caused that, but there are lots of things I don’t remember. It could have even happened while I was at school or playing outside, so there’d be no reason for me to remember it. Really, I think that makes more sense than the alternative, doesn’t it? After all, why would dad even want to lie about something like that?
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No. 1048585 ID: 629f2e
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1048585

Lillian: “What the–!?

I blink, snapping out of my thoughts. Good timing, that topic was over. Nothing else to think about there.

Lemmy: “What? Find something?”
Lillian: “That’s... No. Is this a joke or something? Hey, Franklin, did your dad slip a gag binder in with the rest?”
Franklin: “I don’t know if he did. Is something wrong?”
Lillian: “Literally every word written in this binder.”
Lemmy: “Awww lucky! The two I’ve been through were all just Autopsy Reports. I would have died of boredom reading them, but I forced myself not to since that’d just add another to the pile.”
Lemmy: “So what kind of screwed up junk did you find?”
Lillian: “It’s like...”

She glances back down at the binder, and then back at me. The look on her face is uncertain, like she can’t decide what to do.

Lillian: “...Okay, wait. Franklin, do you remember when we were talking about your mom earlier?”
Franklin: “Um... Oh! On the way to Temmie’s house. I remember that.”
Lemmy: “Well that’s totally off topic. I’m just gonna read that while you have this chat, okay?”
Lillian: “Yeah, fine. Keep it to yourself though.”

She picks it up and flips to a page, before shoving it into Lemmy’s chest. I also want to know what it says, but I get the feeling Lillian’s building it up for a reason. I’ll let her do her thing first.

Lillian: “Franklin, I asked you what your mom was like, and you couldn’t really give me a straight answer.”
Lillian: “I get that you’re going through something, but I need a straightforward answer here.”
Lillian: “Why don’t you remember her?”
Franklin: “...Because my memory is bad?”
Lillian: “Is that really it?”
Franklin: “...Hmm...”

Is there something wrong with that answer? My memory Is bad.

Maybe she’s wondering if there’s some other reason I don’t remember my mom well. I guess there kind of is, but that might go into stuff I’m not supposed to talk about.

...I did say I’d tell you guys more about myself, as long as I was comfortable with it. To be honest, I’m not totally sure about you guys... But I know Lillian, and if I ask her not to tell anyone, then she won’t. She’s a good friend.
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No. 1048586 ID: 629f2e
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1048586

Without saying a word (so that Lemmy doesn’t hear), I motion to the door. We step out of the room together.

Franklin: “...Um, I guess there’s one other reason.”
Lillian: “So it isn’t just bad memory.”
Franklin: “Well, it sort of is? But there’s a reason my memory is bad, which makes it the reason that I don’t remember mom well too.”
Lillian: “...I just thought you were born that way.”
Franklin: “Well, I don’t remember what I was like when I was born, so that could be true also.”
Franklin: “...”
Lillian: “Hey, don’t space out on me before the important bits.”
Franklin: “...Oh, sorry. Um...”
Franklin: “...A while back, I had an Accident. Not like wetting the bed or something, but the kind where you get hurt.”
Lillian: “Shoot, really?”
Franklin: “Mm-hmm. I don’t really remember it though. Everything before that is either fuzzy, or just not there.”
Lillian: “Wait wait, when did this happen?”
Franklin: “Hmmm... It was before I started going to school. I think... a Week before then?”

I double check my memory, and that feels right. I remember recovering at home for about a week, give or take a day, and then dad was sending me off for my first day of school.

Lillian doesn’t seem too shocked, clearly considering something. I’m starting to think that the file she was reading had something to do with me. She hasn’t told me what was in it, and she started asking questions about me after reading it. I think that makes sense. What did it say though?

Lillian: “So... What happened to you?”
Franklin: “I lost my head.”
Lillian: “...You mean, you lost your mind?”
Franklin: “That too. The whole thing came right off!”
Lillian: “I... what?”
Franklin: “Yeah, I was running around the house too fast, bumped a wall while turning, and my whole head Came Off.
Franklin: “Dad put it back on, but when it came off a bunch of important stuff spilled out the neck hole. Blood, brains, and Memories.
Franklin: “The carpet absorbed most of it, and that’s why we have hardwood floors now.”

Oh. She’s making that face now. The one that means “you are saying insane things, Franklin”. I wonder where I lost her?

Lillian: “That’s... Franklin, that’s just not possible.”
Franklin: “Why not?”
Lillian: “Because if your head came off, you’d just... die. You wouldn’t come back afterwards.”
Franklin: “...But I did.”
Lillian: “Look, I don’t think your dad is telling the truth about what really caused your memory problems.”
Franklin: “...But... That happened. I’m sure of it.”
Lillian: “I thought you didn’t remember.”
Franklin: “I don’t, but...”

My hands grip the collar of my turtleneck tightly. This is deep into the “not supposed to talk about it” territory. Also, it’s just kind of... Creepy. I don’t want her to see it.

Franklin: “...Promise not to tell anyone.”
Lillian: “About wh– Y’know what, doesn’t matter. Promise.
Franklin: “...”
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No. 1048587 ID: 629f2e
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1048587

Franklin: “This is why I’m sure.”
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No. 1048601 ID: 22eda9

Franklin, I think I understand why you're the only one in Cattenom we can talk to directly. You Died. We're Dead. (I guess?) However, you're still alive after dying because of your Dad's quick thinking; people are still conscious while beheaded... for about 30 seconds or so.

I do have some bad news to come with this revelation, however; a Grave Message (Sorry for the Lemmyism) so to speak- when we were guiding Albert, he was given a foretelling by a Seer (aka: Not Temmie);
“Within 48 hours, you will scream with terror as your friend is Beheaded before your eyes.”
It might be possible to avoid, but if it isn't...

Regardless of how things turn out for you and your Dad relations, I think it's safe to say that he still cares about you. If he's lied about something, it's probably to keep you safe- whether that be literally or emotionally.

That being said, I recommend that you either;
A: Have your Dad check up on your neck
or
B: See if he's up for accompanying you for the rest of the day. (Awkward as it may be, I don't think anyone else is capable of even attempting to reattach your head a second time.)


...Also, I'd like to suggest you really double down on making sure neither of them say anything about it. That does include Lemmy, just in case.
Maybe tell Albert the next chance you get though, so he can put forward whatever countermeasures he thinks would help.
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No. 1048609 ID: 8483cf

>>“Yeah, I was running around the house too fast, bumped a wall while turning, and my whole head Came Off.”

First off that's HARD CORE DUDE

I've taken some pretty nasty corners and my head never came off. Are you sure that's how it happened?

Well, no need to go into too many details. Just saying that maybe this isn't, physiologically, how that happened. Unless your house has guillotines just hanging around, the wound type is inconsistent with the scar.
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No. 1048936 ID: e51896

>>1048601
>Franklin, I think I understand why you're the only one in Cattenom we can talk to directly. You Died. We're Dead. (I guess?) However, you're still alive after dying

Temmie can hear us too though.
Also, I'm not going to jump to conclusions just yet Whether Franklin died or not.

And hmmm... I don't know if we should talk to Dad just yet or have him accompany franklin for the rest of the day until we get more answers.

Anyways, a couple of my two cents: maybe that is why you have a cool lizard tail! just like how your head possibly got reattached, maybe you're dad attached a lizard tail onto you for some reason, and that nose of yours... it does look different than it does from your memories.

And I'm starting to wonder if this binder Lillian has is what Jhonen was chasing you about before he was sent away... which means he had been snooping in unauthorized places... but then again maybe not...

...
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No. 1048965 ID: e51896

...

I just realized something, Franklin, and I'd like to get your thoughts to make sure we got facts straight: You told Lilian that you had your accident the week BEFORE you started school...

yet in that memory of your mom you had, your mom told you to get better from your sickness so you can get back to school, which means you may have actually HAVE been to school BEFORE your accident, even though you just stated you started school the week AFTER your accident.

Of course, maybe your mom got sick sometime AFTER your accident and after you started school, but that doesn't seem... possible.

As you stated, your mom got sick a looooong time ago, long enough for you to not remember her clearly. and I think you'd probably remember her a lot more than just a silhouette as you did in that memory if she took care of your sickness AFTER your accident and sometime after you started school and met Roger and the gang... after all, that was only two and a half years ago... and you'd really should still be able to keep new memories of what she looked like clearly if she took care of you AFTER your accident since you didn't lose your head and lose your memories again after your accident... yet your memories of what she looked like was still foggy... which is why I'm thinking that memory took place BEFORE your accident

...


I think I recommend you having a sit down with Lilian and get yourself comfortable before continuing your conversation with Lilian. Maybe grab a pillow or a soft toy you really like.

And then, Talk to Lilian about your memories of your mother, like this recent one you had, and talk about the confusing contradictions I mentioned like your mom not being mute, and the time period of when you actually started school. Your memories may be unreliable like you said, but I think they're more reliable than you think, and your friends will help straighten things out for you to make them more clearer. They care about you after all, and they want to help you. You just have to believe in them, I think you do too, you trusted Lilian enough to show her your scars after all.
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No. 1049114 ID: 22eda9

...Hopefully there's enough time for that.
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No. 1049370 ID: 629f2e
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1049370

Lillian’s response is... Subdued. She’s surprised, but not as much as I had expected. That seals it, the binder was definitely something about me. About this.

Lillian: “...Can I?”

She has her arm up. I nod. Slowly, she traces the scar around my neck with her fingers. It kind of tickles.

Lillian: “Okay. This is... Real.
Lillian: “Thank you for showing me this. I don’t know if I’d be able to accept it otherwise. Hard not to when it’s right in front of me.”
Franklin: “It’s okay if you know. I trust you.”
Franklin: “So... You believe me now?”
Lillian: “Oh I’ve always believed in you. What you should be asking is: Do I buy the story your dad told you?”
Franklin: “...Well... Do you?”

She sighs.

Lillian: “Well, I guess in a way I can say I believe your dad. Just not how you want me to.”
Franklin: “I’m not following.”

She nods back towards the door.

Lillian: “There’s something I think you should read. Uh, pull that up if you don’t want Lemmy to see it.”

I really don’t want that. I don’t know if there are any good neck or scar puns, but if I ever hear them then I’ll never be able to stop thinking about them whenever I think of this, and I think about this A Lot. I can’t risk hearing them.

Lillian reaches for the doorknob, but freezes midway. She clenches her hand, before turning back to me.

Lillian: “Look, this is... a lot. It really needs to be prefaced.”
Lillian: “Franklin, I want to tell you something that I think is going to freak you out.”
Franklin: “...You want to freak me out?”
Lillian: “No! It’s just Unavoidable!
Franklin: “Oh. Okay.”
Lillian: “...Listen, I don’t have to tell you if you don’t want to hear it. I won’t force you to face something like That.
Franklin: “Why would I not want to know?”
Lillian: “See, now that’s a great question. Problem is, I have no clue what’s going through your mind, but you were happy not knowing before.”
Franklin: “I was? ...I don’t remember that.”
Lillian: “Really? Are you Sure about that?”
Franklin: “...”

I don’t say yes.

Lillian: “...Yeah, thought so.”
Franklin: “...”
Lillian: “Franklin, be real with me. Last night, when you got home after you came to my place with Albert, what happened?”
Lillian: “You ran into Lemmy, and then you passed out, right?”
Franklin: “Yes.”
Lillian: “So, Where did you find Lemmy?”
Franklin: “...”
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No. 1049385 ID: 629f2e
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1049385

Where did I find Lemmy?

I came home, and I sat down on the couch. I was tired from all the walking and wanted to rest. Then I heard something. In retrospect, I guess it was probably him.

The sound surprised me, so I got up and walked towards it. It was coming from... somewhere I hadn’t heard noise from in the past. The last place I would ever think to check for an intruder.

I saw the doorknob move, which wasn’t supposed to happen. It was a door that I wasn’t supposed to see open, but then I thought about what it could mean. Maybe it was a miracle? I thought I was witnessing something incredible, and that things were going to get better. After all everything that had been going on, I thought something like that would have been a nice balance.

But, then the door opened, and... What was behind it was...

Franklin: “...I think...”
Franklin: “Maybe... I Misunderstood something.”
Lillian: “Misunderstood what?”
Franklin: “...I don’t know... I guess it goes pretty deep. I don’t even understand what it is that I don’t understand.”
Franklin: “Isn’t that scary?”
Lillian: “Hey, Franklin, it’s going to be okay.”
Franklin: “Huh? It’s going to be? So, it isn’t right now?”
Franklin: “...I’m more lost than I thought.”
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No. 1049386 ID: 629f2e
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1049386

She says something, but I don’t hear it. My head feels light...

I can see things moving. The door to dad's room opens, and suddenly my face gets buried in something soft. A bedsheet? I’m kind of numb, so I don’t really feel it. Lillian is talking again, and I think Lemmy is too? Their voices sound so far away though...

...It feels like my body isn’t mine.

Franklin is dissociating. +10 Fear

Party Fear Levels:
[Franklin: 60/100]

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No. 1049387 ID: 629f2e
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1049387

...

???: “Hey... Hey, Wake Up kiddo.”

I moan, letting out a powerful yawn before blinking my eyes open. It's still dark out, but there’s a lamp turned on in the room. Dad is standing next to me, looking unhappy.

Dad: “What are you doing out here this late?”
Me: “...Sleeping?”
Dad: “On the couch?”
Me: “The wha–? *yawn*”

I sit up, still feeling groggy. Sure enough, this isn’t my room. Why did I fall asleep here of all places? A quick turn to my side quickly reminds me what’s going on. I see the Board sitting out right where I left it, and all the Pieces in place.

Me: “Oh. I was waiting for you to come home so that we could play.”
Dad: “Waiting– It’s past midnight! You should have been in bed hours ago– Where’s your sister?”
Me: “...Sleeping?”
Dad: “And why didn’t you follow her example?”
Me: “...Because... you said we could play tonight.”

That’s right. I’ve been waiting to play this game ever since my birthday, but I wanna do it with my whole family. This was supposed to be the night. Dad promised he’d come home early.

Dad: “When did I say that?”
Me: “Last week, when you said that you’d come home early to–”
Dad: “Ah, that. No, you misunderstood me. It should have been obvious hours ago that I didn’t mean tonight.”
Dad: “Your mother and I had a gathering at Brian’s to attend. Have to keep my constituents happy if you like your nice warm dinners. Did your sister cook something nice for the both of you?”

She did, but I don’t answer his question. I’m too focused on what he said before. Did I really misunderstand him?

But... I remember that he said “This Sunday” back then, which is today. He said it! I’m sure he said it. He said he’d play tonight!

Me: “...You said tonight.”
Dad: “Hmm?”
Me: “Last Sunday, you said we’d play this–”
Dad: “For god’s sake, are you too much of a baby to accept when you’re wrong? Have I failed you as a father that badly? Were you raised to never admit to being wrong?”
Me: “N-No. But–”
Dad: “But what? Are you saying that I Lied to you or not?”
Me: “No, I’m not saying–”
Dad: “Then if I said what I meant, then that means you Heard me wrong, didn’t you?”
Me: “I... I...”

My mind goes blank.

I feel stupid for even speaking, why would I call my own dad a liar like that? It’s so gross... I just want to get out of this conversation now.

Me: “...Sorry.”
Dad: “See? That’s all it takes. Now, why don’t you clean this up, and we can talk about playing it later, okay?”
Me: “Okay...”
Dad: “I think I should have a night off next week. Why don’t we set a date tomorrow morning, before I go to work? Promise.”
Me: “Okay.”

He’s usually asleep when I get up for school. If I wake him up, he’ll get mad. He probably doesn’t actually mean morning, I’d be stupid if I assumed he did.

He tussles my hair and kisses me on the head.

Dad: “Night champ. I love you.”
Me: “Love you too.”

I start putting the pieces back in their bags. I guess it should have been obvious that this wasn’t going to happen once Judy went to bed. She’d put a curse on me if I woke her up.

...We’ll get to play another night. He promised after all! Dad... wouldn’t break his promises.

That’s right. He wouldn’t...

I guess... I really did Misunderstand.

...
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No. 1049388 ID: 629f2e
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1049388

> …

> I just realized something, Franklin, and I'd like to get your thoughts to make sure we got facts straight: You told Lilian that you had your accident the week BEFORE you started school...

> Yet in that memory of your mom you had, your mom told you to get better from your sickness so you can get back to school, which means you may have actually HAVE been to school BEFORE your accident, even though you just started school the week AFTER your accident.

...None of it makes sense. The more I try to piece it all together, the more I run into contradictions like this.

I don’t want my memories of mom to be wrong, but everything falls apart when I try to accept them.

> I think I recommend sit down and get yourself comfortable before continuing your conversation with Lilian.

Lillian... Lillian!

I sit up quickly, before getting woozy and laying back down. I can hear her talking again, a lot clearer than before.

Lillian: “Franklin!”
Lemmy: “Finally! Yeesh, you picked a good time to go deadweight on us. We’d be dead if we had to wait any longer for you.”
Franklin: “...What happened?”
Lillian: “You worked yourself up and passed out.”
Lemmy: “Again! How many times am I gonna have to watch you collapse?”
Franklin: “Oh... When did we move to my room?”

Last I remember we had been in dad’s room, but now I’m lying on my own bed.

Lillian: “Your dad got back, so we dragged you over here quickly. He hasn’t come upstairs yet, but better safe than sorry.”
Franklin: “Oh...”
Lillian: “...Are you feeling okay?”
Franklin: “...I feel better?”

> I've taken some pretty nasty corners and my head never came off. Are you sure that's how it happened?

I dunno. It made sense to me at the time, but now...

If nothing else, it sounds believable. Limbs are easy to pull off if you put enough force in. That was how Jhonen found out about my scars.

> I do have some bad news to come with this revelation, however; a Grave Message (Sorry for the Lemmyism) so to speak- when we were guiding Albert, he was given a foretelling by a Seer (aka: Not Temmie);

> “Within 48 hours, you will scream with terror as your friend is Beheaded before your eyes.”

> It might be possible to avoid, but if it isn't...

That’s... very bad sounding. Is it supposed to be me? I don’t want it to be, but it’s not much better if it’s one of our other friends either. I am the only kid in town whose lost his head at least once already, I think.

I hope it’s not as bad as it sounds, because it sounds really bad.

> Regardless of how things turn out for you and your Dad relations, I think it's safe to say that he still cares about you. If he's lied about something, it's probably to keep you safe- whether that be literally or emotionally.

...If dad lied to me... then how can I believe whatever reason he gives for why he lied?

Obviously, I can’t tell when he’s telling me the truth or not. I wouldn’t be having all these problems if I could. That’s why this is all so troubling.

> Talk to Lilian about your memories of your mother, like this recent one you had, and talk about the confusing contradictions I mentioned like your mom not being mute, and the time period of when you actually started school. Your memories may be unreliable like you said, but I think they're more reliable than you think, and your friends will help straighten things out for you to make them more clearer. They care about you after all, and they want to help you.

...I think... I may have been trying not to ask them before. I guess I could have asked Lemmy where I found him whenever I wanted to clear things up. I didn’t though. I was scared of what he’d say.

Not dealing with my memories hasn’t really worked out for me so far. If I’m gonna feel so much dread by thinking about the worst possibilities, then maybe I’d be better off learning the truth once and for all. After all, I can dread it forever, but I can only have it confirmed once. Then it can’t hurt me anymore!

> Franklin, I think I understand why you're the only one in Cattenom we can talk to directly.

> You Died.

...But I’m still alive. What are you talking about?

> People are still conscious while beheaded... for about 30 seconds or so.

Okay? So Dad is a really good doctor then. That doesn’t mean I Died, it means that dad works quickly.

I appreciate all of the ideas you guys are tossing out, but I don’t think you thought that one through. People who die stay dead. Even if your heart stops and a doctor restarts it, that isn’t really death. It’s just one part of you not working and then starting back up. Dead is when it all stops, and there’s nothing more to you. There’s no coming back from that.

...I can figure out which theory ended up being right if I just talk to one person... maybe. I still don’t know exactly what was in that binder.
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No. 1049390 ID: 629f2e
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1049390

Franklin: “...Lil–”

A roar from downstairs interrupts me, sending a shiver down my spine.

Dad: “JUNIOR! I demand your presence in the living room!”

Uh oh, that did not sound like a happy shout.

I quickly hop out of bed. The others look nervous, so I quickly assure them that it’ll probably be fine maybe. It doesn’t do much, but I don’t have any more time. I rush downstairs, meeting my dad in the living room. He has a very irritated expression, but I’m not sure why.

Franklin: “Hi dad.”
Dad: “Junior, do we need a refresher on the rules of this household?”
Franklin: “...I didn’t put any corpses in the kitchen.”
Dad: “Ah, so you do remember them. Then allow me to pose a different question to you.”
Dad: “HAVE YOU DARED TO BREACH THE SANCTITY OF MY LAB WITH YOUR UNSTERILIZED GERM-RIDDEN HANDS!?!?”

Ohhh.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh I did do that.
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No. 1049394 ID: 8483cf

>Not dealing with my memories hasn’t really worked out for me so far. If I’m gonna feel so much dread by thinking about the worst possibilities, then maybe I’d be better off learning the truth once and for all. After all, I can dread it forever, but I can only have it confirmed once. Then it can’t hurt me anymore!

This is actually very important. Don’t ask Dad about it, though. He might say you MISUNDERSTOOD even having a sister, and that’s bad. Be careful bringing this up with your dad.

You have a sister!!!

…Had a sister?

Where is she now? This is a big question.

What else have you misunderstood? Can you pull that thread? For example, do you remember what board game you wanted to play? Did your sister ever play it with you?

Oh yeah by the way yes you did desecrate the lab, but that was all. DO NOT TELL HIM YOU LET GUESTS IN.
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No. 1049398 ID: e51896

Apologize for not washing your hands.
I think that is the most Franklin answer i can think of.
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No. 1049402 ID: 15c72a

>>1049390
Yes.
Tell him what parts of the lab you touched, so he can clean them.
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No. 1049439 ID: 22eda9

>I guess it should have been obvious that this wasn’t going to happen once Judy went to bed. She’d put a curse on me if I woke her up.
...Judy? There's only so many people with that name, so surely it's her, right?
Sounds like the 'sister' theory was... right?

If Dad seems like he's not going to answer questions, you can at least still see what kind of reaction he makes upon saying Judy's name, for example.

Asking about Graduation now could be awkward, but I don't know how much time we have left.

We might need to head back to get Temmie soon.

>Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh I did do that.
Luckily, you didn't mess with the temperature! He would probably have been harder to talk to if you did.
...But yes, you totally did do that. I'm not sure the others' hands were clean, either, but for the sake of covering for them, let's say that was also you.

You definitely don't have guests over, and even if you did, they had nothing to do with entering the Lab.

...

...This isn't a suggestion I'd like to make, but...
You could say you were looking for Judy. It could backfire horribly, and I want to believe she's alive.

If Judy is in fact, dead, and is in fact, your sister, this would probably deal a high amount of emotional damage to your Dad.
I'm not saying I wish that upon either of you, but it could distract him if you need it.
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No. 1049440 ID: 22eda9

...However, if Judy merely Graduated, then this might strike your Dad as a very strange thing to say.

It might not be safe to jump to conclusions like this, so maybe just keep the thought on hand.
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No. 1049448 ID: a2d88b

Franklin, your dad lied.

Not necessarily when he told you you could play together: Back then, he was merely stating his plans.

But when things didn't go according to plan, he failed to phone home to warn you, then lied to you to cover that up, probably because he can't admit to being at fault.
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No. 1050199 ID: 629f2e
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1050199

> Yes.

> Oh yeah by the way yes you did desecrate the lab, but that was all. DO NOT TELL HIM YOU LET GUESTS IN.

> Apologize for not washing your hands.

Franklin: “...Yes, I went into the lab. Sorry for not washing my hands.”
Dad: “Confession! You admit that you flagrantly broke one of the most important rules of this house!”
Franklin: “I do.”
Dad: “Have you any defense for your actions?”
Franklin: “...”

I don’t think saying the real reason would be a good idea, so I need a made up one.

> You could say you were looking for Judy.

Franklin: “I was looking for Judy.
Dad: “What, were you playing hide and seek with a friend? Did you fail to inform them of the room’s status of being restricted?”
Franklin: “No... I just didn’t know where she was.”
Dad: “And you suspected she might be in my laboratory why?
Franklin: “...Well... I figured she’d be in this house, and it was the only room I hadn’t checked besides yours and mom’s bedrooms.”
Dad: “Why would your friend be Here?
Franklin: “Not my friend. Judy.”
Dad: “Junior, you’re saying that name like I’m supposed to know who it is. I believe that I’ve been very clear regarding how well I remember the names of all you kids.”
Dad: “That is to say that I never actually bother learning them, and so I never will.”

Does he really not know? Maybe having a bad memory really is genetic, he has to remember Judy.

> Sounds like the 'sister' theory was... right

I haven’t had much time to really sit with the realization, but that last memory when I wasn’t feeling well finally made it clear why I keep thinking about Judy so much. She’s my Big Sister! It feels obvious saying it now, but I really couldn’t remember at all before.

...She’s probably Graduated. In fact, she should be 18 by now if my memory is right, so she should have gotten out of high school. Maybe I can use this topic to move into talking about all that stuff with dad. I want to know what he’ll say about it.

Franklin: “...I’m talking about my big sister.”
Dad: “...”
Dad: “Have you forged my signature on an adoption form without my permission?”
Franklin: “...I don’t think so?”
Dad: “Then I feel confident in saying that you are and have always been an Only Child. I’m uncertain where this delusion of yours originates, but it is a clear fiction.”

...
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No. 1050200 ID: 629f2e
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1050200

Again, I’m going through what little I remember and what I’ve been told, and none of it makes sense when put together.

Judy is my sister according to what I recall, but what dad is saying is that she doesn’t even exist. There isn’t an explanation that makes both of these true. Even if there was, it’s not the only one.

Why did I remember school and interacting with other kids in that memory where I was sick and mom was taking care of me? I didn’t start going to school until after the accident, and mom was healthy before then, according to dad.

Mom is Mute and can’t talk, and that’s why she’s never responded when I talk to her through her door, according to dad.

Even though I remember... I’m not allowed to open that door, because mom is recovering from her illness in there, according to dad.

...My memories aren’t... good. I don’t put a lot of weight into them, even when I really want to believe they’re right. My head is just too untrustworthy to believe in it over anyone else. If it was just my memories versus dad’s word... I’d probably believe in him.

But it isn’t. Temmie told me that Judy exists. That’s real, and I don’t have to believe in myself to know it’s true. I can believe in her, and I do. But if that’s true...

Then... Dad is Lying.

...About a Lot of things, I think.
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No. 1050201 ID: 629f2e
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1050201

Franklin: “...”
Franklin: “...Oh. Sorry, I got Confused. I thought I had a sister.”
Dad: “How did you come to such a highly incorrect conclusion?”
Franklin: “...Ummm... I dunno. How do we think about any of the things we think of?”
Franklin: “I’m sorry I went into the lab. I was really worried about Judy, and I wanted to be sure she was okay. Knowing she doesn’t exist feels better, because that means it’s all okay.”
Dad: “You can’t be invading the restricted areas of this morgue every time you delude yourself into believing something crazy.”
Dad: “With how common that is, the rules may as well not exist.”
Franklin: “I promise not to do it again. Unless I forget that I promised not to. I’m sorry if that happens.”
Dad: “...”
Dad: “Alright. But the next time this happens, I’ll rip out your arms and stick needles underneath your fingernails.”
Franklin: “That sounds incredibly painful. I don’t want needles under my fingernails...”
Dad: “That’s what makes it an excellent deterrent.”

Looking satisfied, dad walks back to his lab and shuts the door behind him, leaving me standing in the living room by myself.

...I didn’t even bother asking about graduation. He was just going to lie about it, just like all the other stuff he’s said.

...
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No. 1050202 ID: 629f2e
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1050202

I head back upstairs to my bedroom. The others are still there.

Lillian: “Everything okay?”
Franklin: “It’s fine.”
Lemmy: “Really? I could have sworn you were about to get some nasty punishment with how he was yelling. How am I supposed to make a pun if there was no punishment?”
Franklin: “...I’m sure you’ll find a way.”
Franklin: “...Lillian?”
Lillian: “I know, I know. You wanna hear that stuff I was gonna show you earlier, don’t you?”

I nod. She seems hesitant, probably because I freaked out earlier. I appreciate the concern, but I also really want to know what she read.

Lemmy: “I still think it sounds like a joke without a punchline. Wouldn’t put much stock into it being true.”
Lillian: “It’s True. I’m sure of it.”
Lemmy: “...Uh, okay?”

She looks right at me. I guess some of the stuff I told her about is what’s making her certain.

Lillian: “...There’s no good way to say this, so I’m just gonna blurt it out. Try to stay calm, okay?”
Franklin: “...I can only promise to try–”
Lillian: “You Died.

...

...

...Wait, that one spirit was right!?
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No. 1050203 ID: 8483cf

I'm gonna backtrack a little bit. Dad didn't even flinch when we said "Judy" the first time. Maybe we're genuinely confused?

Perhaps death did a number on your head after all. But still, Dad is super suspicious about the whole "Mom is mute and quarantined, trust me."

This is all very confusing.
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No. 1050208 ID: 15c72a

>>1050202
So you died, then were brought back to life via experimental science? And due to having been dead for a while, your memories were damaged? Or maybe... ask if they operated on your brain.

Do you remember Judy ever calling you by name?
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No. 1050218 ID: 22eda9

I'm... hmm. It feels nice to see my hunches being right, but the other spirit's right, we should backpedal a bit.
Dad had seemingly no reaction whatsoever, which is... odd.

>Maybe we're genuinely confused?
With a situation as complex as Franklin's, it would be weirder if we weren't wrong or confused about something, what's important is trying to work through it.

So... in my opinion, I'm not sure I think Franklin's Dad was lying in this situation, because I'd rather not believe that he's so heartless as to forget his own daughter's name.
At the same time, I don't want to disregard Franklin's memories.

Normally, this would present a pretty serious contradiction, and I believe that contradiction is the key, rather than a "It's one or the other" situation.

Seeing as I've had a few good hunches, I'd like to the idea out there that maybe "Franklin is actually from another world" - or so to speak that "Franklin has memories from two different worlds."
This is obviously a really out there idea, but it doesn't feel that unconvincing. I'm not sure how that would really work though...
Not sure Lillian or Lemmy would buy it though.

An alternative theory I have is that Franklin's Dad somehow genuinely erased his own memories as an alternative method to deal with/avoid grief.
While it might sound more plausible to you all, I'm not really sure I truly believe this theory.

...Granted, all of what I'm saying here is more relevant to Franklin's Dad remembering Judy, and not necessarily Franklin's Mom, which is a separate issue that still needs to be looked into. No amount of theorizing is going to un-schrodinger the cat-box.

On that note... Franklin, do you think you're ready?
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No. 1050219 ID: 15c72a

>>1050218
(I think it's more likely that Franklin has brain parts from a different kid. Just like he's clearly got other foreign parts on his body. I don't want to give Franklin an obvious way to walk back his newfound realization that his Dad is a liar, though. He's definitely lying about Franklin's mother. Mostly because the room his mother is supposed to be inside... is a closet.)
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No. 1050319 ID: 22eda9

>>1050219
(Right, I was trying to clarify, but maybe it wasn't clear enough.)

Even if he's not lying about Judy, who definitely exists/existed somewhere - just maybe not this world ((sequel foreshadowing?)) he's for sure still lying about something.
It's hard to find someone in this Cattenom who isn't lying or hiding some kind of secret, so surely your Dad is no exception, Franklin.
...Yes, even you, even Enid. Everyone has their reasons.

Also, idle thought, but maybe the memory Dad is a different Dad...
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No. 1050747 ID: 22eda9

This is kind of random, but does the word Perpetuity hold any meaning to you, Franklin?
It's the title of a story still being told.

It might be a bit of an archaic word, but in essence the dictionary meaning of the word is along the lines of "The state of remaining the same."
I'm curious what the others in Cattenom think of it, and it might be a key to understanding the mysteries of the town.
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No. 1051276 ID: e51896

>>1050319
Whoa, if this doctor dad is a different dad, then that means you have two dads, Franklin. Cool. Not a lot of people get two dads.

Probably means Doctor dad hasn't lied to you, just revived you after your death in your previous world... or maybe we should say previous "life", and he genuinely has no ideas of your past life. To be fair, he did call you his "greatest creation" earlier. So, really, your doctor dad didn't lie after all.

He just didn't want to tell you he revived you because he doesn't think you're ready to handle it yet. He did promise he'd tell you when you were older, like fourteen years old. And after we saw you faint a couple times, yeah... I can believe his concerns of telling you too soon.

Bottom line, Franklin, as far as Doctor Dad goes, even if he is a second dad, I think he still cares deeply about you and had not lied to you about Judy, just genuinely didn't know about her because he never met her.

this is all my speculation though. You should probably have a talk with doctor dad later. For now, lets continue speaking with Lilian.
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No. 1051345 ID: 629f2e
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1051345

> Franklin, do you think you're ready?

I don’t know, but I don’t want to turn back now.

Franklin: “...But I’m alive, aren’t I?”
Lillian: “Now. You’re alive now.
Franklin: “...I’m confused.”
Lillian: “Yeah, it’s confusing. Just try to stay with me.”

> So you died, then were brought back to life via experimental science? And due to having been dead for a while, your memories were damaged?

Wait, maybe that’s it. Didn’t that other spirit say before that you can live without your head for a bit? Maybe that’s what she means!

Franklin: “Do you mean that when I lost my head, I was dead for a little, and then dad made me better?”
Lemmy: “Wait, what?”

Ah! I forgot he was here and just blurted that out!’

Lillian: “No, I don’t. In fact, that whole story is probably Bogus.
Franklin: “...But, I showed... That doesn’t make sense though.”
Lillian: “It’s like I said, you died. It just... wasn’t as Recent as you think.”

I slowly take a seat on the edge of my bed. I don’t trust my legs not to give out from underneath me if I keep standing.

She takes a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts to explain this bizarre premise.

Lillian: “...Remember what you told me, about your memory and where it kind of stops?
Lemmy: “Seriously, what are you–”
Lillian: “Shut up for a minute; and if you interrupt with even a single pun, I will throw you out that window before you can finish it.”
Lemmy: “Lemmy will be quiet now.”

She turns back to me.

Lillian: “...Franklin, I don’t think your memory stops where it does because you were hurt. It’s the opposite. That was when you got better.”
Lillian: “It’s when you were Born. Or, Reborn. Re– It’s where you came back to life.
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No. 1051346 ID: 629f2e
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1051346

Wait, but that doesn’t make sense either. If I didn’t have my accident, then how would I have died?

> I'd like to put the idea out there that maybe "Franklin is actually from another world" - or so to speak that "Franklin has memories from two different worlds."
> Probably means Doctor dad hasn't lied to you, just revived you after your death in your previous world... or maybe we should say previous "life", and he genuinely has no ideas of your past life.

A past life? I don’t remember ever being anything other than Me though. I’ve always been me! Even in the memories I only kind of remember.

Franklin: “...Wait, how did that happen though? Dead people don’t come back to life. Dad said... I don’t think it is a thing that happens.”
Lillian: “Not on its own. Give a mortician enough time and scientific knowhow though, and he might try some freaky stuff.”
Franklin: “Dad you mean?”
Lillian: “That binder I read described the whole process. He Stitched your body together from different pieces, and then he blasted it with electricity until you started kicking again.”
Lillian: “He probably fried your brain in the process, and that’s why you can’t remember stuff from before–”
Franklin: “No, I don’t think that’s it.”

You didn’t mean to interrupt, but the words simply found their way to your mouth. She stops, but soon frowns.

Lillian: “I’m not lying to you dude, just–”
Franklin: “Ah... Sorry, that isn’t what I meant. Um...”
Franklin: “When your brain isn’t being fed blood, it starts to go bad. Even just fifteen seconds without your heart pumping can cause brain damage.”
Franklin: “So... If all of that is true... That would be why I can’t remember stuff well. I think.”

I think I need a minute to process this.

Lillian wouldn’t lie to me. I know she wouldn’t, I have to hold on to that belief or else I won’t have anything left to be sure about. So if she said that’s what the binder said, then it is.

That was dad’s binder in his room that I wasn’t supposed to read. It was pretty much just for him. There’s no reason why he would lie to himself. He’s too smart, he’d see right through it.

So, if Lillian is telling the truth, and dad is also telling the truth...

Then...

Franklin: “I Died...
Lillian: “...Yeah. Are you gonna be okay?”
Franklin: “Maybe? There’s something I still don’t get though.”
Lillian: “Okay. What’s that?”
Franklin: “Who am I?”
Lillian: “You’re still you. Same as before.”
Franklin: “That’s not true though. I can’t be Franklin Stein, because I only got that name from dad. It was his–”
Lemmy: “Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoooooaaa! Ex-cuse me!? Say that again?”
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No. 1051347 ID: 629f2e
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1051347

Lemmy’s eyes had gone wide, and he was trembling where he stood. Lillian didn’t seem to get why any more than I did.

Franklin: “...I can’t be Franklin Stein–”
Lemmy: “Stop. One more time.”
Franklin: “I... can’t be Franklin Stein–”

He burst into raucous laughter. After a moment Lillian’s eyes go equally wide, before scrunching into a fierce glare that I can only assume was aimed at reality itself.

Lillian: “Oh Goddamnit!
Franklin: “You can’t say that–!”
Lillian: “Franklin, tell me we haven’t been out here uncovering the secret truth to your creation, while your last name has been Stein this whole time.”
Franklin: “...But it is.”
Lillian: “I’m going to punch you now. Look. Look at what you’ve allowed.”

She motions to Lemmy, who is literally rolling on the floor in a fit of laughter. I know dad can tune the rest of the world out while he’s in his lab, but this is definitely pushing the volume threshold.

Lillian: “Look at how happy you’ve made him. You’re a monster.”
Lemmy: “Guy, wait, no seriously– No no no, it’s so much better than just the surface-level pun.”
Lemmy: “Look look– Franklin, what’s your dad’s name?”
Franklin: “Franklin Stein.”
Lemmy: “And he’s a doctor, which makes him–”
Franklin: “Dr. Franklin Stein.”

He tries to keep going, but he keeps interrupting himself to laugh.

Lemmy: “And– *wheeze* –he created you, right? So– So that makes– You’d be.”
Lillian: “Just say it you awful awful person.”
Lemmy: “D-Don’t get it confused... You’re not Franklin Stein, you’re Franklin Stein’s Monster!

He collapses back into an even greater uproar than before. At this rate, I’m genuinely worried that he’s going to lose his voice.

Franklin: “...I’m not a monster.”
Lillian: “Don’t take him too seriously. He just found out Christmas and his birthday are apparently both today, and he’s milking it for all it’s worth.”

I have enough sense to realize she doesn’t mean that literally before asking.

Franklin: “...Lillian?”
Lillian: “Yes?”
Franklin: “Who was I before I died? And... am I still that person?”
Lillian: “...I don’t know.”
Lillian: “Look, you’re still... You. This doesn’t change anything, not about that at least.”
Franklin: “...I’m me...”

Me: “...But I don’t know who that is.”
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No. 1051348 ID: 629f2e
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1051348

> Do you remember Judy ever calling you by name?

I don’t... I don’t know. I’m trying, but everything around her is still vague.

> Also, idle thought, but maybe the memory Dad is a different Dad...

I guess he would be, wouldn’t he? If those memories are before I was brought back, then those things happened to a different boy with a different family. That means a different dad.

And Judy... she was my sister back then. So now she’s...

...

Wait, where does she fall in this?

Lillian: “When you’re ready, we can go.”
Me: “Huh? Go where?”
Lillian: “Nnnnno idea. But we’re supposed to keep investigating, aren’t we?”
Me: “Mm-hmm.”
Lillian: “Well, where can we go to do that?”

That... was a good question. Where do we go from here? I guess it depends on what we’re trying to figure out. Different places will have different answers, right?

So... What’s our top priority?

For me... I think it’s a little selfish, but I really want to know more about Myself. Like, what my name is actually, or what happened to Judy, or even just how I died! There’s still so much I don’t understand about it all. Maybe I can come up with somewhere to check if I give it some more thought?

I think Lillian is more concerned about Phillip still, which makes sense. Lemmy’s probably worried about himself too, so they’d both want to check out stuff that might give us clues about Graduation. I’m sure they can come up with something.

And then there’s you guys. You... Um...

Okay, I don’t know what you guys really want exactly. You’re very helpful though, and maybe you have Your Own Ideas about where we should go? Some advice could be nice.

We probably don’t have enough time to do everything. It’s been Two Hours since school ended, and while the sun isn’t going down yet, it should start too soon. I think we can make it to about two, maybe three other locations before curfew. Depends on how much time we spend walking.

What should we do...?
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No. 1051351 ID: 15c72a

>>1051348
If Dr. Stein isn't your real dad, that would mean that your real mother shouldn't be here. She's somewhere else!
There's no reason to be scared of that door, Franklin.
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No. 1051353 ID: 8483cf

Go for the door!
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No. 1051356 ID: e51896

Well, I can think of a few ideas.

maybe either ask Lilian when those records were dated, then head to the library to check for any newspapers around that date and check the obituaries for any kids that died that might look or sound familiar to you

check the graveyard for any tombstones with familiar names that might be your own.

or maybe... this might sound crazy but... what if you asked doctor dad himself? If we do this, it's probably going to take very careful ways of wording things in order for doctor dad to tell us some information... and without getting in trouble. But I have this feeling that it is possible. This option can give us more information about your past, and Graduation. But like I said, getting Doctor Dad to spill the beans I think will be tricky, but I do not think it'll be impossible. Like I said, he probably kept things secret from you because he was worried about how you'd react, but you seemed to have reacted fine to what Lilian told you about your revival.

those are the only three ideas I have so far. I'm Leaning towards talking to your dad personally because I think you'll be able to handle it, but I Might think of more ideas later.

...

Hey Franklin, also, I just realized. This means you have 2 BIRTHDAYS each year!
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No. 1051357 ID: e51896

And I'm going to say, lets not visit mom right now, even if Temmie told us to. I really don't think Franklin is ready for that until he gets more information. His fear level is pretty high right now after all.
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No. 1051384 ID: 22eda9

>Dr. Franklin Stein and Franklin Stein Jr.
Okay, I gotta give this one to Lemmy, that's pretty culturally significant for us as well, to an amusing degree.

>Yourself
So, if I'm being perfectly honest, I do feel like you're pretty close to figuring everything out- however, the fortune you received more or less stated as much that you wouldn't have enough time to figure it all out. I don't know if you'll have more time later when this is all over, but it feels like you have enough to work off of, potentially even without us.

See if you can nab a notebook and some paper for organizing your thoughts for the future, about yourself, and so on. I'm sure it'll help you a lot when we're gone.

>Graduation
The other group just reached the Abandoned Plant (hopefully unseen by Aiden) - if that turns out to be relevant to Graduation, it might be redundant to look for more now. If not though, then you guys will have to find a new lead somehow.

>What We Want?
I don't know about the others, but what I hope for you guys in Cattenom is a combination of Safety and Growth. What that means for everyone is a little different.
Sure, the Graduation thing is... worrying, but to me, that's personally secondary.

With Roger, we learned of Cattenom in a safe environment. We might have been able to help him more if things were different. We helped him reach a Compromise at least.

For Albert, we managed his Pain, his Mysteries, and helped him Reconcile with Lillian.

For Clive... well, we're struggling alongside him and his troubles, I guess. I don't know if he can heal the rift that's been made between him and the others, or if he'll be safe, if his secret will remain hidden. I worry about a lot with him, and I don't know what's best for him. I just wish he'd be more Vocal about his opinions, I guess.

For You, I'd say we Guided your Disorganized Thoughts- for those grounded in 'reality', many of the unusual things about your life are hard enough to comprehend or demystify with Cattenom's common sense/logic that often they may well just shrug it off as merely another 'Franklin Mystery:tm:' or 'Something clearly impossible' and move on.

Personally, I'd like you to make a Decision on Whether or not you're going to visit your Mom. (Your Second Mom?)
I say Decision, because at this point, I think I'm fine with you just simply saying "No" because I'm honestly worried that doing so would irreparably effect you negatively if things were as horribly wrong as the many signs have been pointing to be the case.
If you're still not sure, I would suggest asking Lemmy if he thinks you should or not.

Also, I'm still worried about your Neck.

Location Ideas (from most to least strongly suggested);
-Graveyard
-Dad (Probably still willing to talk.)
-Your Idea
-Lemmy's Idea
-Lillian's Idea
-Mom's Room
-??? (Search for info on Jhonen)
-Try to Re-Decipher Temmie's Fortune with Us, Lemmy and Lillian (not a place, but likely takes one's worth of time.)
-Call it Quits and head to Temmie's Early. (Meeting up with everyone else sooner may be a good thing, it might not. We don't know.)



If there's only time to go to two or three locations, one of those has to be Temmie's, right?
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No. 1051430 ID: 22eda9

>>1051384
To be specific, the point about Temmie isn't something I'm sure about.
"You'll know when" - ...But we don't yet.
I wonder if something's coming that all of Cattenom will be aware of soon.
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1052255

> Hey Franklin, also, I just realized. This means you have 2 BIRTHDAYS each year!

Does being resurrected count as being born? Maybe I have one birthday and one re-birthday.

...Wait, I have to figure out when I was originally born before I can celebrate both. My friends would definitely help me figure it out if they knew bonus cake was on the line.

> The other group just reached the Abandoned Plant (hopefully unseen by Aiden) - if that turns out to be relevant to Graduation, it might be redundant to look for more now. If not though, then you guys will have to find a new lead somehow.

Aiden? Were we concerned about him? I don’t remember anyone mentioning him during all the graduation talk.

He’s a bit like Temmie in that he doesn’t get out of the house very much. I’ve at least seen him in the field and park though, usually on the weekends. I think it’s because he has a lot of chores to help out with at home.

I’ve played with him a few times during recess, and he seemed nice. Maybe a bit sensitive, but I dunno if he’d tattle on us to anyone.

> Maybe ask Lilian when those records were dated, then head to the library to check for any newspapers around that date, or obituaries for any kids that died that might look or sound familiar to you

I try asking Lillian about the dates, but she doesn’t have a good answer.

Lemmy: “Did you check out any of the pages after the experiment ones?”
Lillian: “Not really.”
Lemmy: “They were observations on Franklin’s development, but they didn’t really have dates either. They just listed how many days after the experiment they were.”
Lemmy: “Also, you were apparently really bad at names for like the first month.”
Me: “That makes sense, I guess. I had to learn all new ones.”
Lemmy: “Yeah, no need to be lame and blame the shame of not knowing names on ya.”
Me: “...I feel like there’s a joke there, but the only part I understood is that you were rhyming.”
Lemmy: “Well as much as I’d like to bring it to a punchline, I have a feeling that if I do the dame will maim. Someone should tame her.”

Lillian doesn’t hit him, but the look she shoots definitely isn’t kind.

> If Dr. Stein isn't your real dad, that would mean that your real mother shouldn't be here. She's somewhere else!

Yeah... I kind of realized that too. Even if there is someone in that room, she wouldn’t be the mom from my memories, right?

If there isn’t... Then Lillian and Lemmy are right, and... so is my memory.

> There's no reason to be scared of that door, Franklin.
> Go for the door!
> Personally, I'd like you to make a Decision on Whether or not you're going to visit your Mom. (Your Second Mom?)

I already know what to expect. I should just get it over with, shouldn’t I? It’s never going to get any easier than this, and even now it’s pretty tough. I’ve wanted to open that door for so long, but dad made it really clear I never could.

And I’m about to open it anyways.

...If there really is someone on the other side despite everything, I’m going to feel really bad about this. And then very confused about how to feel about them.

Me: “...I’m gonna go downstairs.”
Lillian: “Want us to come with, or should we wait here?”
Me: “You can come. I just want to check something.”-
Lemmy: “Is it the Closet? It’s the Closet isn’t it? Y’know the door in the living room that leads to the Closet, and not a bedroom like you said yesterday?”

He ducks to the side, avoiding the slap from Lillian. He’s learning.

Me: “...That is what I wanted to do, yes.”
Lemmy: “Okay, that’s what I thought. Looks like my guess was the closet-st!
Lillian: “It’s not even a good pun! I wouldn’t like it if it was, but that’s just awful.”
Lemmy: “Aw, I was hoping you’d a-door that one.”

They keep bickering as we go downstairs. Dad doesn’t leave his lab, which is good. He’d stop me if he knew what I was doing.

I step into the living room and see it. Same place as always, and shut as per usual.

Me: “...You guys promise there... really isn’t anything on the other side of this?”
Lemmy: “I was sleeping in there for like, three hours. If there was actually a bed, my neck wouldn’t have felt so stiff last night.”
Lillian: “Your dad lied about a bunch of stuff. This is just one more thing.”
Me: “...I’m opening the door.”

I grab the handle, and slowly pull it open...
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...I open my eyes.

And it’s just a closet.

Me: “...I forgot how I’m supposed to feel about this. Is this a good outcome, should I be happy?”
Lillian: “I dunno, happy?”
Me: “I mean, I don’t have a sick mom in here, which is nice. I hated my mom being sick, it was really sad. But now I don’t know if I even have a mom, which is also sad?”
Me: “My emotions haven’t really caught up enough for me to start feeling them.”
Lillian: “Preaching to the choir. Who knows what we’re supposed to be feeling about all this?
Lemmy: “...”
Lemmy: “I feel hungry.”

He walks off into the kitchen, leaving me and Lillian by the closet. After double checking to make sure I’m seeing what I think I’m seeing, I shut the door.

Then, I take a deep breath... and let it out...
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Me: “Okay. This is fine, I think.”
Lillian: “Really?”
Me: “Well... My mom isn’t Here like I thought she was. And my dad isn’t actually my dad.”
Me: “But my mom and dad are Somewhere, so I just have to find them now. That makes sense, right?”
Lillian: “Yeah... I mean, if you were buried here, then your family is probably still in the area, right?”
Me: “That’s what I think. And if I can find them, then I can ask them questions.”
Me: “Like what my real name is, or how I died, where Judy is, and if they’re part of the graduation thing going on here.”
Me: “...I’m kind of hoping they aren’t. I definitely remember Judy being older than you need to be to graduate, so maybe they’re against it?”

Huh. Maybe Judy stays inside all day so that nobody can come and force her to go to high school. That could explain why nobody’s seen her! But that’s just a theory.

> This might sound crazy but... what if you asked doctor dad himself? He probably kept things secret from you because he was worried about how you'd react, but you seemed to have reacted fine to what Lilian told you about your revival.

...How can I believe anything he says when everything he told me before were lies? I want to hear the truth from him, but what if he’s honest and I think he’s telling another lie? Or what if he lies, and I fall for it again? I don't know if I can trust him anymore... He didn’t even tell me my name, unless it was also Franklin before I died. I guess that isn’t impossible.

What do you guys think? Should I try talking to Dad? If not, then I’m gonna have to come up with something myself to learn more about my past.
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No. 1052267 ID: e51896

WAIT! Before we decide whether to speak with Dr. Dad or not... I really want to know WHY he lied about your mom not being in here. I really see no reason as to why he had the need to lie about her being here and sick when she wasn't other than keeping you out of this particular closet. Personally, I think he is hiding something from you in this closet... I think we should investigate the closet while we still can, and more importantly, those two boxes up there. Ask Lilian to give you a boost to get those boxes if you can't reach them, then quickly bring them to your room to look at.


And ultimately, as far as your father goes, let's not jump to conclusions just yet, I hate misunderstandings after all. Keep in mind these are my speculations, but There are some things to take into consideration as to why he might have lied to you, and some of those reasons might be due to him genuinely not knowing, and him being worried about how you might take the news.

for him genuinely not knowing, it could be that he really doesn't know your real name. He probably just picked up some random dead body parts, and put them together to make you. Maybe he never paid attention to the details of your past, just wanted to revive a body... maybe he wanted a son or daughter but couldn't after he lost his wife (assuming she's dead since we don't see her around, there was that picture of her after all, so we know your second mom existed) So he revived you instead to be your son? So he probably wouldn't be able to tell you your real name if he never took the time to learn about the person your brain belonged to.

As for him worrying about how you might react, it's like I said before, you did faint a couple of times after you discovered Lemmy in that closet, and fainted again when you were asked where you found Lemmy by Lilian. Maybe that's one of the reasons why dr. dad didn't want to tell you this stuff about your reincarnation until you were fourteen, because he feared you would of fainted about hearing how you were revived and stuff, and not see him as your father. He was worried you wouldn't be able to handle the truth.

I kind of think of it like... for example, there are some kids that get adopted at an early age, and they don't know they were adopted into a different family. so they are lead to believe that their parents that adopted them are their biological, or real parents so that can have an enjoyable childhood without feeling like they may have been rejected by their real parents. But when the child is older and at an age where they are wiser, and more understanding, like when dr. dad was planning on telling you when you were older, that is probably when they are ready to be told they are adopted, so they can better process the information and be more understanding. Telling them when they're younger would probably make the adopted child sad, thinking their parents doesn't love them and left them to be adopted, or shun their adopted parents because they are not their real parents or something. It might be kind of like that with Dr. Dad. He probably wanted you to have a peaceful childhood and not have you worry about this confusion until you were ready to process it.

BUT, even this is a reason as to why, and his intentions may have been seen as good from his perspective thinking it would help you live a normal childhood, it was the wrong way for him to handle it. He really should have told you earlier and not wait until you're older, and you should be mad at him for that. However, I can understand where he's coming from. But keep in mind he has been taking care of you for this long, so maybe he does have love for you as a father figure, even if he's kinda bad at being a father and is insecure.

So yeah, ultimately, check those boxes, and anything else that might be in the closet. Depending what we might find, we'll determine whether we are ready to talk to dad or not.
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No. 1052276 ID: e51896

Also, I'm starting to wonder if the stuff in this closet actually belongs to your second mother, and if dr. dad is preserving her memory keeping her stuff in here. If that is the case, then in a way, a part of your second mom was indeed in here, just in spirit and memory.

If that's the case, maybe we should leave the boxes alone, and go straight to speaking with dad. But... then again, maybe there would be a clue to help us in those boxes?

I'll leave it to the others to decide whether to check the boxes or not. If we don't, then yeah, go talk to dad.

(if we speak with dad, we can start by offering to help with whatever he is working on in the lab)
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No. 1052277 ID: 8483cf

I'm going to say yes, talk to Dad, but only AFTER you journal all your realizations on paper, and give them to someone you trust to keep them safe.

Writing ideas down almost always helps ferret out more details and draw better conclusions.

First and foremost, Dad has respect for the scientific method. He's a jerk sometimes, and doesn't relate well to people, but his respect for facts and reasoned determinations is unquestionable. Having a well-thought-out set of facts and determinations (and hypotheses) will earn his respect, and he'll have fewer reasons to conceal the truth from you, if you've figured out more than half on your own. I'm just ballparking that 50% number, but I think we passed that point right after Dad made us reconsider whether we had a sister after dying.

The second reason for the journal is so, just in case things go bad and we forget everything again, we have a way to re-learn everything quickly. If our mind fog is because of something Dad's done (worst case) or is part of why we're not dead-dead (best case), then this is just common sense.

We don't have all the pieces yet, but this will help.
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No. 1052279 ID: 5f4c71

There's another interesting question: If this is just a small closet, what occupies the space where your mom's room supposedly was? Is there a secret room in the house?
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No. 1052306 ID: 15c72a

>>1052257
That's a big fat no to talking to Dad. He just threatened to rip off your arms.
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No. 1052354 ID: e51896

Here is another idea if we decide not to talk to dad

What if we sneaked into Jhonen's house? he apparently discovered something about you before he graduated. The adults probably got rid of the evidence, but Knowing him, he probably hid some stuff before he was captured. The hard part would be trying to get IN his house, especially if we want to sneak in. But if Jhonen was able to sneak into your home before, so can you.

Another idea would be to probably see how Jolene is doing, find out why she was out in the rain. I'm not sure if she is back home, or still in the hospital though. Bec said she brought her there while the only info we got from the teacher was that she was sick...
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No. 1052500 ID: 22eda9

>>1052267
I think I'm personally against looking in the boxes- although if just opening the closet was bad for preserving whatever was in there, that's been a done deal since Lemmy crashed by. That aside, I think it would make Dad genuinely livid.

In terms of Graduation, I feel like understanding more about Pastlin instead of Franklin and his current family is... potentially dangerous?

My hypothesis is... that Dad, like Franklin here, also has some trauma. Enough to pursue the art of resurrection- the means meeting the ends to bring back his wife.

Dad might be overjoyed to hear that you remember memories from your brain's past life at best (if he's got Mom's brain preserved somewhere), dismiss it as more nonsense, or at worst... I can think of two different outcomes, one being that he tells you the truth and it wrecks you emotionally (I could be wrong about that part) or that he Graduates you.

Franklin, could you ...give Lillian a brief rundown on how you've been remembering things that happened to "someone else" (aka still you, 'cause it's your brain) in a Graduation-Fear free life, and then her opinion on talking to Dad?

>>1052354
I like these ideas, but I'm not sure when the best time for them would be.
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No. 1052529 ID: 22eda9

>>1052500
I feel like I'm honestly pulling at straws here with the
>"Wants to resurrect his wife"
thought, but I've been surprisingly pretty on track with a lot of this stuff so far, so maybe this isn't too far off the mark.

I could still be wrong though, and this so called mad-scie- sorry, doctor, is a lot better at moving on than would be ...stereotypically expected.

Also, just throwing out the idea again, but, Franklin- make sure you share more of what you're thinking with... well, not us, you already do that (for now), but everyone else.
It's tricky trying to figure out that filter, what's fine to say, what's not fine to say, what you don't want to say, what you're willing to. Never really gets easier.

I'm sure of how often it's been happening since we're in your headspace too, but all this thinking sometimes makes you halt in place, but what I do know is that at least some of your friends get worried when you do that, regardless of whether they're used to it or not.
While it might take a while for both you and them to get used to the new level of... chattiness, as it were, not sorting through all your thoughts alone will likely help.

That's probably why we were able to be as helpful as we have been to you.
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No. 1052536 ID: 38349b

>>1052354

> Sees someone present a Jhonen centric option

Listen we have to pick this now, we're in THE pov for this with THE guy who spent the most time with Jhonen, if anyone can know where his hidden knowledge may have been overlooked at, it's you.

At the very minimum, you can use the excuse of having *forgotten* jhonen had graduated and that you left some stuff over, thinking you'd play and it was weird you hadnt seen him.

Yes it's a little sus, but you're LITERALLY the guy to pull this off.
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No. 1052541 ID: c58093

>>1052536
Very good point. I think Franklin can pull that off. Im sure Jhonen has stolen his stuff before, so just saying you've come to see Jhonen, and wanted to search his room to get some stuff back can work. Might have some info on Graduation too since i think whatever he found out about you was something that got him graduated. We can even have Lilian distract his parents, or break a window again if it comes to it.

Hopefully his parents didnt take all the evidence, but I think Jhonen might have some hidden places he's keeping evidence that even his parents doesnt know of.

i also realize there is plenty of time to talk to your dad when you get back home from Jhonen's place. So yeah, I'll change my vote to visiting Jhonen's house and see if we can get a little more information on yourself, and whatever the adults are hiding, and then see dr. Dad after our visit.

If we can sneak in without having to speak to his parents though, that's be ideal too.
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> WAIT! Before we decide whether to speak with Dr. Dad or not... I really want to know WHY he lied about your mom not being in here.

I hadn’t thought about why he did it, but now that I have I’m not sure. Maybe he just keeps lying to me because he’s a liar.

> I really see no reason as to why he had the need to lie about her being here and sick when she wasn't other than keeping you out of this particular closet.

You think so? If he just wanted me to stay out though, couldn’t he have just locked the door? All his story did was make me want to see it open at some point, I don’t think that’s the effect he wanted.

> I think we should investigate the closet while we still can, and more importantly, those two boxes up there.

> I'm starting to wonder if the stuff in this closet actually belongs to your second mother, and if dr. dad is preserving her memory by keeping her stuff in here.

...I don’t think I have a second mother.

I just had the one, and then dad... well, The Doctor just made me think she was in here. Even if that picture of him and his wife is real, I’ve never actually seen her. She’s not actually my mom, just what I Thought my mom looked like.

...I think. If the doctor is actually my dad, then I guess she would be my mom still. I guess it would make sense for him to put me back together if I was his son and something bad happened to me. I do kind of hope that’s the case, because it’s a little easier then. I’d still just be Franklin, instead of not knowing who I am.

I don’t know if the stuff in this closet is hers or not, but that doesn’t seem important to me. All I can see without looking closer are a number of jackets, dresses, lab coats, and even a couple fancy shirts. Just to be sure though, I check one of the boxes on the floor.

The box is much lighter than expected, and I quickly realize why. It’s empty. There’s a hole at the bottom of it.

...Oh, there’s also a hole in the floor, at least a few feet deep. I think the doctor was keeping some of his Inventions in here.

> I'm going to say yes, talk to Dad, but only AFTER you journal all your realizations on paper, and give them to someone you trust to keep them safe. Writing ideas down almost always helps ferret out more details and draw better conclusions.

That’s not a bad idea. I think my friends have suggested I keep a diary to help me remember things before, but I never did for some reason. Probably because I forgot.

I shut the closet door and turn to Lillian.

Me: “I want to go write some things down, so that I don’t forget them.”
Lillian: “You could always just tell me. I can usually remember important junk.”
Me: “That’s true... But I think I should still write them.”
Lillian: “If you say so.”

I grab a notebook out of my room and start writing on it, just going in whatever order feels right.

I had a sister named Judy.

My mom was nice and made me feel safe.

I misunderstood dad a lot.

I died.

Everything before dying is fuzzy and hard to remember.

The doctor brought me back from the dead.

My scars are from when he put me together.

My name probably isn’t Franklin Stein.

My mom isn’t sick in the closet.

The doctor probably isn’t my dad, and his wife probably isn’t my mom.


Is that it? It doesn’t feel like everything. What else...?

Aren’t there other things about Judy that I just kind of know? Not anything I remember happening, but things that are just there when I think about her? I try writing that.

Judy was 15 three years ago.

Judy has long black hair, wears dark clothes, and likes the occult.

Temmie knows about Judy.


I blink, surprised at my own hand for writing that last tidbit. It’s true, Temmie gave me a fortune about Judy, so she has to understand something, right?

But if Temmie gets her fortunes from you guys, doesn’t that mean You know about her too? Can you tell me whatever you told her?

Oh well, I think that’s enough for now. I take the paper and put it in my pocket for later.
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> Another idea would be to probably see how Jolene is doing, find out why she was out in the rain. I'm not sure if she is back home, or still in the hospital though. Bec said she brought her there while the only info we got from the teacher was that she was sick...

That’s something we could probably do later. I know Jolene lives in the apartment block like Albert, but I dunno which one she stays in. If she’s still at the hospital though, I should be able to see her easily enough.

I don’t know if now’s a good time, but remind me to stop by later if there’s time.

> What if we sneaked into Jhonen's house? he apparently discovered something about you before he graduated. The adults probably got rid of the evidence, but Knowing him, he probably hid some stuff before he was captured.

Jhonen’s House? I hadn’t thought of that, but...

Jhonen did a Lot of experiments on me. I don’t understand a lot of it, but I always remember him saying how weird my whole body was. I guess I have a better idea why that is now, but I know where he kept all of that stuff in his room. If he found out anything else... It could still be there!

And you said he discovered something? I guess Lillian may have been right with her guess about that fortune earlier then.

Come to think about it, he was saying some weird stuff the last time I saw him. Not too weird, I don’t want to bring up how weird the meaning of weird is again, but... I just mean that the things he was shouting were a little different than normal. Just a little. It could be nothing I think, but maybe it’s Something?

I still want to talk to da- the doctor, but maybe it’d be better to do that later? He’s lied to me already, and I believed him because I didn’t know better. If I can figure out as much as I can about myself, then maybe I’ll be able to tell if he does it again.

I walk back over to the others, who are still discussing places we could go. If I’m going to say anything, it’s now or never.

Me: “...Do you think we could go to Jhonen’s house?

They pause, turning to look at me.

Me: “I think... Jhonen figured something out before he graduated. Something about me. If we go over, I think we could find out what it was.”
Lemmy: “Ehhhh don’t freak out, but I don’t think it’s worth visiting The Freak’s place.”
Me: “Really? Why not?”
Lemmy: “I get that it’s important to you, but that’s ‘cuz you’re focused on your past or whatever. I dunno, I’m only vaguely following your personal journey.”
Lemmy: “Finding out who your real dad is or whatever doesn’t really change anything for the rest of us. Unless you know some way that your past connects to graduation?”

I look over at Lillian to see how she feels, and her expression is conflicted. It makes sense, she wants to rescue Phillip, and this doesn’t really help with that, but she probably wants to help me too. If I don’t come up with some way it connects, I think she’ll side with Lemmy on this.

What part of my past can tell us something about graduation?

Me: “...It Connects.
Lemmy: “It does?”
Me: “...My sister Judy was fifteen years-old in my memories. But she was still at home with me, mom, and dad. She Didn’t Graduate.
Me: “So... If I can find out more about her, like Temmie said I can today, then we should find out something about graduation also. Like, why it didn’t apply to her.”
Me: “...I’m pretty sure.”

Lemmy opens his mouth, but pauses to consider what you just said. Lillian finally decides to speak up.

Lillian: “Y’know, Jhonen looks into a bunch of crazy mystery junk. Most of it is crazy fake sounding, but... Technically, he was on the right track with Franklin.”
Lillian: “He might have better instincts than we gave him credit for.”
Lemmy: “I mean, saying Franklin is weird isn’t an award-winning theory. Besides, his reasoning for why was way off.”
Lillian: “That’s true... Still, it’s not impossible that he may have looked into graduation. If we can find something about it in his place, that’d be worth a visit, wouldn’t it?”
Lemmy: “Hmmm...”
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...

Lemmy: “Yeah, I guess it would be.”

After about five or six minutes of walking, Lemmy finally chimes in with that remark

Me: “What would be?”
Lemmy: “Investigating Jhonen’s. It could definitely be worth it.”
Me: “...Huh?”
Lillian: “Lemmy, that conversation ended a long time ago.”
Lemmy: “I know, but if they ever novelize what we’ve been through, then I’ve set up a perfect scene transition. You’re welcome future editors!”

I stare at Lemmy, slowly blinking twice, before shaking my head and accepting that I simply do not understand what he is talking about. Lillian doesn’t treat it like it’s anything important though, so I’m probably fine.

More importantly, we’d made it to Jhonen’s house. His parents usually aren’t home at this time, but I try knocking anyways.

...Not even a peep of movement from inside. They are out.

Lillian: “Any chance Jhonen gave you a spare key?”
Me: “I don’t think so.”
Lillian: “Well, then this was a bust. Sorry, maybe we can swing by later?”
Lemmy: “We could probably check if any of the windows are unlocked first. Not bragging, but I’m pretty much an expert on breaking in now.”
Me: “Really? Do you have a plan for if they’re all locked?”
Lemmy: “Yes!”
Lillian: “Is the plan giving up?”
Lemmy: “Yes!”

She sighs. Slowly, we start circling the building to test out every ground floor window. We have to be sneaky and keep a lookout to make sure nobody sees us trying to break in, but thankfully I don’t think anybody notices us. Though I do catch Rosie from class heading towards the clearing.

The two in the front are shut, as are the ones in the back. There is one last ray of hope though.

Lemmy: “Yeah there’s no way any of us are fitting through that.”

The back door had a Pet Door installed! Jhonen doesn’t have a pet, but according to him his parents had one before he was born. They must have put off removing it for a while.

Lillian shoves her arm through it, but can’t squeeze past her shoulder. It’s the same for Lemmy and me. Unfortunately, it’s too low for us to reach the door’s lock either.

Lillian: “Maybe if we had a long stick or something...?”
Lemmy: “I think this has the kind of lock where it’s a small twisty thing in the middle of the sphere. Even with something like that, it’d be a pretty sticky situation.”
Lillian: “Less puns, more solutions.”
Me: “Hmm... Oh! I have an idea.”

The words leave my mouth before I process my idea, and I regret saying them afterwards. The others look at me expectantly.

Me: “...I think I can reach it with my arm.”
Lillian: “You already tried that, didn’t you?”
Me: “Only with one. If I use Both arms, I think I can make it.”

She blinks, as I start rolling up one of my sleeves. I quickly peek around to make sure there definitely isn’t anyone else watching before I pull the sleeve past my scar. No point hiding it from Lillian and Lemmy, they already know. Lillian’s even seen the neck one already, which is a lot worse looking I think.

Lillian: “...How would that– That wouldn’t extend your Reach though. How would using both–”
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I rip my arm off.

Suddenly, Lillian and Lemmy start screaming VERY loudly! What happened to Stealth?
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No. 1052969 ID: a320af

>>1052968
It's because you ripped your arm off! That's why they're screaming! Normal people don't do that! You're scaring them!
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No. 1052975 ID: e51896

AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
...
...
...
*deep breaths*

Jeez! I almost fainted! Franklin, people having their limbs removed severely hurts people that haven't been revived and stitched back together and doesn't feel much pain like you have, and is really gruesome, Thank goodness you aren't bleeding out, or this could have gone a lot worse.

Man, just how much fear points did Lilian and Lemmy get from that?! In any case, just open the door with your arm quick before the screaming attracts attention!
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No. 1052976 ID: 8483cf

That's highly unusual, an arm coming off. Does your dad have rigorous engineering standards? Presumably it wasn't designed to come off. Is it sewn in with cardboard? Cardboard derivatives?
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No. 1052978 ID: e51896

Oh, and this is going to sound lame, but in order to calm Lemmy down a little to stop the screaming and avoid attention, you'll need to make a dumb pun. Say something like "what? I thought you guys needed a hand getting in." Yeah it's a lame joke, and I'm cringing over it, but it's better to have Lemmy laughing than screaming. Might also get Lilian angered enough to calm down a little too over that pun and getting Lemmy to laugh annoyingly.
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No. 1052979 ID: 22eda9

'Watch out! He's armed!'

...Hooh, boy. Just, uh, make sure to warn people the next time you do that. Typically when people's parts come undone, they have to tear the still active muscles which would feel the full pain of what you just did. Even though it's not their arm, they probably imagined that pain.

You can't, like, do that with your eyes, can you? That'd be really weird, pulling it out to look around a corner.

...Please don't try that.
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No. 1052986 ID: a2d88b

>>1052978
Oh yes, a lame pun is the best idea now.
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1053808

> AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

You too? Did I do something wrong?

> It's because you ripped your arm off! That's why they're screaming! Normal people don't do that! You're scaring them!

...But I’m not normal?

I know that This isn’t normal, but I kind of thought we covered this already. I mean, Lillian said that my body was stitched together, so shouldn’t pulling limbs off make sense? I mean, they’re only held on by stitches, she said so herself.

> Does your dad have rigorous engineering standards? Presumably it wasn't designed to come off.

No. No he does not.

My arm comes off about once a month at least. Sometimes more when Jhonen wants to run tests on them, he thinks it’s cool. The first time he saw it happen was actually an accident. He cuffed me, and I was trying really hard to pull away, but my arm didn’t follow.

And then he passed out. Okay, I guess maybe I should have expected some sort of negative reaction here, but I really thought it wasn’t a surprise now.

> This is going to sound lame, but in order to calm Lemmy down a little to stop the screaming and avoid attention, you'll need to make a dumb pun.

Me: “Oh, watch out. I’m armed.

I make finger guns with my dismembered hand, like I see Lemmy do sometimes. Can’t do both, holding the arm with the other one.

Lemmy stops screaming, making a weird face. That’s progress, right? Lillian’s voice just gradually lowers, until she’s not screaming with her voice at least. Her face still feels like it’s screaming, if that makes sense.

I pause those thoughts, as I swear I hear something a few yards over. A gate opening up maybe? That could be someone wanting to check up on all the screaming. That would be bad, I think. Right? Stealth was definitely supposed to be a part of this.

They shouldn’t be able to follow us inside unless it’s the Horvitzes, right? It probably isn’t them, so heading in seems like a good idea. I stick my dismembered arm through the pet door, reach up, and unlock it. The door opens easily after that, so I wave the others through.

Me: “Come on, let’s go inside.”
Lemmy: “...Okay?”
Lillian: “Yeah, let’s... do that.”

They slowly hobble in behind me, and I shut the door. Hopefully that wasn’t too frightening for them.

You notice that Lillian and Lemmy were a bit shaken by your prior dissociation, resulting in previously unnoticed Fear gain
[Lillian is a little on edge]
They both seem slightly traumatized by your sudden limb removal. +10 Fear for Lemmy, +5 for Lillian
[Lemmy’s smile is looking a lot more forced]

Party Fear Levels:
[Franklin: 60/100]
[Lillian: 28/100]
[Lemmy: 54/100]

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Me: “...Are you guys okay?”
Lillian: “Are we– Are you!?
Me: “I think so.”
Lemmy: “Franklin, I gotta hand it to you, this is weird even by your standards.”
Me: “This is normal for me actually. Here, can you hold this?”

I hold my arm out to Lillian, who just stares at it for a few seconds. Eventually she takes it, letting me dig through my shirt and pull out my First-Aid Kit.

Lemmy: “Uh, I think you’re gonna need a little more than a bandage for that.”
Me: “That’s okay. I have more than just bandages.”

I give him a thumbs up, unconsciously trying to do so with both hands. Lillian screams again, dropping my arm. I wince when it hits the floor, rubbing the nub it connects to.

Lillian: “It moved!?”
Me: “...Yes? You’ve seen it move before.”
Lillian: “That was you– You can move it when it’s not attached!?”
Me: “Well, yeah. It’s still My arm, why wouldn’t I be able to?”

I make it wave from the ground to demonstrate. Both of them take a step back. Weird.

I set the limb on the dining room table. I’ve done this here plenty of times, so nothing about this really feels unnatural. From my first-aid kit, I take out a needle and thread.

Me: “This is going to take a minute. Do you want to watch, or–”
Lemmy: “I’m not gonna believe any part of this actually happened unless I watch it all.”
Lillian: “Yeah, I couldn’t look away if I wanted to.”

Well if they insist. I poke the arm into myself, letting out a small “ow” as I start reconnecting the limb.

It’s honestly a pretty boring process, just doing the same motion over and over again. I’m a little out of practice doing it solo too. Usually Jhonen helps me put it back, and we’ll watch cartoons while he holds it for me.

...Thinking about that actually gets me a little sad. I miss not having to explain stuff to him. He was Used to me, even the parts of me that I don’t even show most others. Having someone like that felt nice...
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KNOCK KNOCK

I pause mid-stitch. That had been the front door.

I turn to the others, who are frozen in place as well. Lillian holds a finger to her lips, silently telling us to be quiet.

We wait...

...

~DING DONG~

...

...

And then... nothing.

After about a minute, Lillian slowly approaches the window to peek outside.

Lillian: “I think they left.”
Lemmy: “phew! Get a look at who it was?”
Lillian: “Probably just a neighbor who heard the noise.”
Lillian: “As long as nobody saw us come in, we probably don’t need to worry? ...Keep an eye out when we leave though.”
Lemmy: “I’m fine with going out the back when we do. It worked fine coming in.”

I stand up, flexing my re-stitched arm.

Me: “Alright, I’m done. Do you want to see Jhonen’s room?”
Lemmy: “No.”
Me: “...”
Lemmy: “...We can go anyways though.”
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No. 1053811 ID: 629f2e
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I lead the way, being the only one who has ever been up to Jhonen’s bedroom apparently. The others approach the door warily, unconvinced that Jhonen wouldn’t set some sort of weird boobie trap out of fear of his research being stolen. I assure them that his mom made him take down the net, which does not put smiles on either of their faces.

Jhonen’s room is... kind of a Mess to be honest. Not like when kids just leave stuff on the floor, he isn’t lazy. It’s more that he just has way too much stuff in here.

Every surface in the room is covered in evidence he’s collected. Vials of fluid, bags of DNA, sketches of creatures you’ve never before seen, rolls of film, books he uses for research, etc. It’s a lot to store all in one place.

Lillian: “...Starting to regret coming here. How are we going to find anything in all this junk?”
Me: “Hmm... I’ve been here a lot. Maybe I can just tell you which areas look like they’ve changed? Like if he’s added onto them, or has been moving things around.”
Lemmy: “I’m guessing if it’s caked in dust, that’s a sign we can ignore it.”
Me: “Unless it’s a dust sample, then yes.”

I do a quick sweep of the place, looking at all of his various spots.

Let’s see... He’s changed out the clues on his Peg Board, which is usually a sign that he’s been trying to solve something. Trying to make sense of the various bits and pieces he’s hung up can be tough however. The Samples he’s taken from me are in a different place than they usually are. His Bed doesn’t look made, which is unusual for him. And finally, it looks like one of his Shelves is a lot emptier than it used to be.

Where should we start? Also, is there anything I can have Lillian and Lemmy check for themselves? They haven’t been here like I have, so I think they might miss some things.

We’re not really on a time limit, but if we’re here for too long then eventually Jhonen’s mom and dad will come home. We should try to be out of here before they arrive.
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No. 1053817 ID: e51896

(edited)

hmm... his bed being unmade probably means that he had to leave somewhere in a hurry and didn't have time to make his bed... maybe in a rush to try and find you last Sunday probably? Maybe he found out he was going to be graduated soon, and was running from the people who captured him and had him graduate early? Do you know if he said anything about somebody coming after him when he was chasing you that day?

Or maybe anything about where you might find something important before he was captured, like any evidence he's hiding?

I think having Lilian look into the peg board will be best while you investigate other things might be best, she'll understand this stuff more than just having to try to find stuff since she'll have no clue what changed and what didn't when investigating.

Let her borrow your notepad and pen so she can take notes or draw pictures of what she is looking at so that if there is stuff she doesn't understand, she can show it to the group, or us later.

As for what you and Lemmy should do... I'll get back to you on that soon. Maybe somebody will come up with an idea.
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No. 1053819 ID: 22eda9

To be honest, with Lemmy, I feel like we don't have a good read on him or what his talents/things he likes being good at are. (Other than maybe puns and/or being potentially the center of attention.)
It makes it hard to factor him into plans, as much as I hate to admit it...

Although, he did find out about the Closet by pure chance, so maybe it's best to just have him search for "Secrets" - mainly closed or intentionally obscured things.
A part of me vaguely considered having him think up a funny story, which maybe he still could, but I think the alternative here is seeing if he can decipher any of the Drawings.

I think I agree on having Lillian look at the Conspiracy Board- that way we can get caught up to speed once we get to it with some thought behind what it might mean.

Franklin, I think you're probably the only one who's going to understand any of the DNA samples (which I'm honestly very curious about, and may prove to be helpful in discovering more about you) - but it's probably good to do a quick sweep of everything.

I'm unsure how important it is that the Bed and Shelves get checked. The Bed seems... self explanatory, but I guess maaaaybe it wouldn't hurt to move the sheets to see if there's something there?

Also, what's normally on the Shelves?
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No. 1053821 ID: a2d88b

Check the shelves to see if you can piece together which books are missing.
Have Lillian and Lemmy check the peg board, as it looks like the one item that doesn't need external knowledge.
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No. 1053826 ID: 8483cf

I highly disagree with asking Lillian to look at the peg board. She’s not known for her brilliant deductive reasoning. If Albert was here, absolutely have him there, but for now, we need to have someone able to draw quick connections between unrelated items- a skill set related to punning. I vote Lemmy examine the board and give him a chance to prove his stuff.

Lillian can check around the bed for signs of a hasty exit or struggle.

Franklin needs to examine the shelf. He’s the most familiar with the room, so ONLY he will be able to determine what’s missing.
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No. 1053827 ID: 38349b

Franklin - The peg board, you knew him best, interacted with him the most, and probably know what's in his head better than anyone else

Lillian - Shelves, if there's anything of value, notes or otherwise I think Lillian can handle it like she did with the book earlier

Lemmy - Look at the samples, get bored and grossed out and then lay on the bed, only to discover something purely by chance. At least that's my read on how Lemmy works lmao
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No. 1053836 ID: bbb04b

> Cork Board
Lillian and Lemmy are both iffy people to assign to this one, but considering you know Jhonen had an Epiphany the day he graduated, noting it down is absolutely vital. Heck, considering that someone already knows that Someone was here, there's not much reason for us not to just Take It on our way out. Do see if fast-thinker, faster-talker Lemmy can try to make sense of it, in the meantime.

> Bed
If Jhonen was in a hurry, I somehow doubt he'd just lie down in bed only to hit the ground running the next day. (I mean, unless his ultimate conclusion came to him in a dream or something.)

... Do you know if Jhonen kept anything under or around his bed or mattress or pillow? It's honestly likely he either hid something in the mess before he left, or someone tried to search that area already. Maybe have Lillian tackle that.

> Shelves and Samples
Do you remember what was supposed to be on those shelves? If anyone would know, it's you. Maybe also check the samples to see if there's anything new there, or anything missing that you can recall.
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> To be honest, with Lemmy, I feel like we don't have a good read on him or what his talents/things he likes being good at are. (Other than maybe puns and/or being potentially the center of attention.)

If it makes you feel better, that’s about all I really know about him too. We don’t spend much time together.

> I think having Lilian look into the peg board while you investigate other things will be best.
> I think I agree on having Lillian look at the Conspiracy Board- that way we can get caught up to speed once we get to it with some thought behind what it might mean.
> I vote Lemmy examine the board and give him a chance to prove his stuff.
> Have Lillian and Lemmy check the peg board, as it looks like the one item that doesn't need external knowledge.

A few of you disagree, but most of you are for having Lillian and Lemmy look at the board. I know from experience that I usually need the meaning of what’s on it explained for me to understand, so I’m inclined to agree.

Me: “Can you two look at Jhonen’s conspiracy board? It could tell us what he was looking into the day he graduated.”
Lillian: “Can do.”
Lemmy: “You’re really gonna make us try and get in Jhonen’s head. That’s just cruel.”
Lillian: “Quit whining, it beats digging through the rest of this junk.”

They approach the board, while you head deeper into the room. Okay, since they’re both on that, what should I check out?

Hmm... Since those two are busy, I should probably at least give everything a glance.

> Also, what's normally on the Shelves?
> Do you remember what was supposed to be on those shelves? If anyone would know, it's you.

So many things. I don’t even know where to start. I don’t remember anything from that side of the room really having to do with Me at least. It was more a mishmash of other things he’d been looking into.

He had some plaster molds of footprints that he swore belonged to the mythical big-footmoth woman, a few newspaper articles that had “proof” of aliens (as well as a few funny comic strips), a bottle of bear repellant, and a drawing of a human/cow hybrid that he insisted was real. All of that is gone now.

Hmm... Nope, I can’t identify any real pattern in what’s missing, save for them being in generally the same location.

> ...Do you know if Jhonen kept anything under or around his bed or mattress or pillow?

No, just normal bed stuff normally.

> If Jhonen was in a hurry, I somehow doubt he'd just lie down in bed only to hit the ground running the next day.
> I'm unsure how important it is that the Bed and Shelves get checked. The Bed seems... self explanatory, but I guess maaaaybe it wouldn't hurt to move the sheets to see if there's something there?

A quick peek wouldn’t hurt.

I lift the nice warm quilt up to see what’s hiding beneath, and am met with... Nothing!

Well that’s a little disappointing. Oh well, I doubt there’s anything else here. I do wonder why it’s like this though. Did he not get a chance to make his bed?

He definitely should have, right. I mean, he was at school the morning he was taken, right? That means he was here in the morning. I guess that means he just forgot? Something must have Distracted him. Something he found out maybe?
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> Franklin, I think you're probably the only one who's going to understand any of the DNA samples (which I'm honestly very curious about, and may prove to be helpful in discovering more about you)
> Maybe also check the samples to see if there's anything new there, or anything missing that you can recall.

In the end, I feel like I can get the most out of spending time on the samples, a point that you guys seem to... well, not agree with. You were all pretty split on what I should focus on, but if not the peg board, then this seems like the next best option.

Jhonen has taken a lot of these samples from me over the past couple years, something about not having a good way to store them, and needing to update his collection frequently. He has a small mini-fridge for some, but it gets packed quickly. Several other vials are sitting out openly, but they’re at least sealed shut.

If I’m looking for something specific, then I guess... I want to learn something new about myself? He should have some notes here, as I know he writes things down. Where does he keep them...?

It takes a bit of searching, but I find the notebook I’ve seen him writing in before. Next, I should probably check out the samples for myself too. He’s taken all sorts of different types, but there are a few he keeps repeating. Those are Blood Samples, Skin Samples, and Urine Samples.

...Those last ones are gross.

If these samples were related to what he found out, he would have kept the most important ones in his fridge. I open it up, and check out each sample type.

Urine... Yep, that’s pee. I don’t have anything to add there.

Skin. Well it’s... It’s definitely flecks of skin. Okay, I’m starting to think this is a waste of time.

How about blood? It looks about the same as ever, Sludgy and gross. Normal for me, but not quite the same as other kids’.

Thankfully, Jhonen always has a control sample (taken from himself) on hand for comparison. I pick up one of my blood samples and hold it up next to his. The difference is clear as day. His sloshes around in the vial when I move it, like a liquid is supposed to. Mine is more like... Have you spirits ever seen wet sand? Well it’s kind of like that.

My blood is weird, but it’s pretty convenient for me, I think. Actually, Jhonen thought it. He pointed out that when my arms came off, if my blood was all sloshy and normal, it’d spill out fast and I’d die.

...Though I guess if that happened, dad would just bring me back. I would probably forget everything all over again though, which wouldn’t be fun.

...Oh, I’m getting lost in thought! I was going to check Jhonen’s notes, right? What do they say?
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I quickly flip to the last few pages with anything filled in, not wanting to waste time. A recent breakthrough means These are the pages that should matter.

Observations of Biological Anomaly “Franklin” - DNA Sample Analysis #62

Blood Sample #35

Observations (Taken within a minute of being drawn): “As with previous samples, Franklin’s blood demonstrates abnormal traits unlike any found in the rest of humanity. This includes presenting as a semi-solid slurry when drawn and properly stored, and rapid clotting upon exposure to air. “

Analysis: “No further conclusions at this time.”

Urine Sample #46

Observations: “Tests show abnormal chemicals present in the sample. Results similar to several prior tests.”

Analysis: “As concluded previously, these results have been proven to be caused by simple over the counter pain medication. Reminder to retrieve urine samples prior to any testing that requires removal of limb.”

Skin Sample #14


...

I blink. Aside from Observation and Analysis being in the same place as in other sections, I can’t make out most of these results. Much of the text is scratched out and scribbled over, as if he couldn’t agree with his own conclusions and kept going back and forth while writing.

There is one word that breaks free from this mess though. The space around it is erased, as if he wanted it to break free of the noise. There are no scribbles over it, so this was likely the conclusion he’d landed on.

Radiation?

...What could that mean?
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No. 1054246 ID: 629f2e
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No other page seems to have an answer unfortunately, so it seemed that was all I’d be getting from this. Since Jhonen isn’t here, I decide to stuff the notebook in my shirt for now. I don’t think his parents will notice it’s gone, and it’s fine if they do since nobody should know we were here.

Having finished with that, I decide to check on the others.

Me: “Hi, how is it going for you two?”
Lillian: “Not amazing. This whole board is utter nonsense. Look.”

She starts pointing at a few images.

Lillian: “This is just a drawing of you as an alien, and there are pictures and a few newspaper articles that are trying to push that narrative, which we already know is wrong.”
Lemmy: “Right, you’re not an alien, just a living dead kid.”
Me: “Yeah... That’s been there for a while now.”
Lillian: “And then this side is something about Temmie, and it involves cows wearing wigs or something dumb like that, and this definitely isn’t gonna help us.”
Lemmy: “Unless we need milk to go with our cookies. Then it might be worth looking into this.”
Lillian: “No matter how much we try to work it out, it just looks like a bunch of stupid drawings that make it seem like he wasn’t onto squat.”

That seems weird. There were definitely a few different images up than last time, so this should show us what Jhonen figured out. The more I stare at it though, the less sure I am of that. Maybe... he Didn’t reach any big conclusions?

Lemmy: “...I think it’s the first thing I said.”
Lillian: “Huh?”
Me: “Wait, first from when? Like the first time we met?”
Lillian: “Probably when we first started staring at this board.”
Lemmy: “Ooh, you didn’t hear it before? That means I get to make the pun again!”
Lillian: “Fine, but only because I already forgot it.”
Lemmy: “What kind of kid would obsessively journal what they’re thinking of for everyone to see? One with a bad case of diary-ah!
Me: “...”
Lillian: “...”
Lemmy: “...”
Me: “...Gross.”
Lemmy: “Yeah yeah, anywho the point was: This is Weird.
Lillian: “Jhonen was weird.”
Lemmy: “Nooo, Jhonen was obsessive and believed in weird junk. None of that explains why he’d just put a board of thoughts up for anyone to come in and read.”
Lemmy: “I mean, does that really sound like him? Sure, he loved to show off, but he was also pretty paranoid.”
Lillian: “Pretty sure he was just wary about You, after the eighth or so time you convinced him that a mythical creature was lurking in Cattenom.”
Lemmy: “Well you got me there~!”

He sticks out his tongue with an expression that just screams “ain’t I a stinker”.

Lemmy: “For real though, I’m not sure I buy this board.”
Me: “Well... It isn’t really a diary though. It’s more like... a Tool?
Me: “Jhonen would use this to organize his thoughts. Sometimes he pulls things off, so it wouldn’t really be a good place to record his thoughts, right?”

Lemmy makes a face, looking at the board skeptically. He isn’t convinced.

Lemmy: “...Alright. That’s important, right? Let’s say he does exactly what you describe.”
Lemmy: “What if I’m still right about this?”
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The last part is barely a mumble, as he walks forward and puts his hand on the board. He rubs it lightly, squinting at the material. I’m about to ask what he’s doing, but Lillian stops me, convinced he’s onto something.

Lemmy: “...You need a board to put things together, but nobody wants to leave all their thoughts out for anyone to see.
Lemmy: “How do you do both...?

His hand moves towards the Edge, then over it. It stops. His eyes go wide, as a smirk creeps across his face.

Lemmy: “...Heh. Ha ha ha hah ha! That’s Clever!
Me: “What is?”
Lemmy: “Look! It’s thick! Thick!

He points wildly at the sides of the board in a fit of laughter. I look to Lillian, wondering if she gets it– Nope, just as confused.

Lillian: “Okay, now do you want to explain in a way that makes sense?
Lemmy: “Are you kidding me? You’d better not, that’s my job! Really though, do you need me to explain it? It’s thick!”
Lillian: “Why do you keep saying that?”
Lemmy: “Because it’s Too Thick!

She raises an eyebrow, and opens her mouth like she’s about to ask for further explanation again.

And then she closes it. She turns to look back at the board, throwing her hand onto the side of it.

Lillian: “...Oh my gosh.”
Me: “What?”
Lillian: “Franklin, there are Two boards here.”
Me: “...Huh?”
Lillian: “Hey, Lemmy, help me flip this around. We gotta see the other side of this.”
Lemmy: “Fine by me. I was getting board of staring at this one.”

I stand back, perplexed at what’s happening. Two boards...

...He never told me about there being another one. How many times have I been here? How many times has he ran over his theories with me? All that time... He wasn’t lying to me, right?

We’re friends, so he wouldn’t... I th– I want to think that. But... I was already wrong about dad.

...Am I being dumb for Doubting my friend, or for Believing in him?
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No. 1054256 ID: 15c72a

>why put his thoughts in plain view?
A paranoid person would leave a diversion in plain sight, and hide away the "real theory". Which seems to be exactly what's going on here.

>is it dumb to doubt or believe?
He was your friend. You were right to believe him. In fact, maybe you should have believed in him more; maybe you should have realized his front-facing silly theory was fake. At any rate, he was keeping his real theory a secret from everyone, for both his safety and his friends'. After all, he got taken due to getting too close to the truth... anyone else who knew would be in danger as well.
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No. 1054278 ID: 22eda9

I don't think Jhonen was lying to you, he just didn't tell you. That doesn't mean he wanted you to know, and it's fair for people to keep secrets.

What if it's something that would permanently change the dynamic of your friendship? Would he risk that? Does he care about you as a friend, or just for your secrets?
...I think it's fine to believe what you want to, just... keep an open mind.

You're not dumb for believing him. That's like saying that those who get tricked are at fault for being naive. If it's possible, I want you to continue to believe in him.

You're not dumb for doubting him either, though. It might be a bit mean to him, though.

Also, be sure to make it look like the board wasn't touched when you're done if it's possible, because if he was onto something then you definitely don't want the adults knowing.

Either that, or if the graduation was anything to go by, it's something the adults don't want people knowing, that they already know.

...In any case, Jhonen seems to have been very thorough about looking into you, so...
I guess, be prepared for your life to change dramatically once you see whatever's there.
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No. 1054299 ID: f8083d

Boards are good for organizing your thoughts, but they're also good for explaining them. Jhonen would use the private board for the former, the public board for the latter.
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No. 1054366 ID: e51896

>Lemmy finding the second pegboard

I think we found Lemmy's skills: deductive reasoning, and good at being perceptive.

...

Hmmm, well, to answer that question, Franklin, let me put things in perspective for you.

From what I've seen, You have been real good friends with Lilian, Roger, and Albert for a very long time, just like you were with Jhonen. With how long you've been friends with them, I believe you put a lot of trust in them too, correct?

And yet... just like how Jhonen lied and kept this peg board a secret from you for so long, you too have held a deep secret away from your own friends and lied to them about it too for so long, until recently when you told Lilian about it...

Your neck scar and your easily detachable limbs.

And even then, you only revealed it because the circumstance of the situation called for you to do it, and because you felt ready to reveal the truth to them when previously, you stated you didn't want to because it would creep her out. Ask yourself this too: if you never accidentally removed your arm in front of Jhonen that day, would you have ever told him about that secret, along with your neck scar?

I also remember yesterday, Albert asked about your neck, and you lied to him when you said you didn't have a scar on your neck behind your turtleneck, with fear in your eyes, while trying to hide your head under your turtleneck to make sure the scars stay hidden.

And I want you to know something, Albert RESPECTS your secret. Even though he pushed for you to reveal your scars, he in the end dropped it. And when you fainted yesterday night, Albert was given the perfect opportunity to lower your turtleneck to see your scars.

But... he ultimately decided NOT to do that out of respect and value of his friendship with you, despite the strong urge he had to reveal your secret for himself. You can ask Lemmy about it too, he was there to witness Albert fight the urge, and not do it.

So really, I think as a friend, you should respect why your friends keep the secrets they want to keep private from you and others, and understand why they might lie about certain things when you yourself have lied and kept secrets in the past from your friends too.

Food for thought too, what if this secret pegboard was what Jhonen was trying to tell you about before he was taken away, as he knew he was going to graduate and needed you to find the truth?

>I would probably forget everything all over again though, which wouldn’t be fun.

Before you split off from Lilian and Lemmy for the day, give them your notes you wrote, and Jhonen's diary, just in case. Not now, just later

...

For now, ask Lilian if you can hold her hand, for comfort. I have a feeling what you might find from that second peg board might be pretty serious.
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No. 1054463 ID: 8483cf

>>1054278

I’m not sure the adults are fully aware of the scope of Jhonen’s investigations. Odds are high he was picked up for something he uncovered, but I have a strong suspicion that the adults haven’t done serious digging into this room yet, mainly because of the biohazards in the fridge. That would be the first thing to get disposed of in the event of a coverup.

So the idea here for use isn’t to cover up Jhonen’s investigation, but to cover up that we’ve stumbled upon Jhonen’s investigation. Don’t leave traces that we were here, and if that’s unavoidable, make it seem like the traces were left by Jhonen himself. So that means studiously replacing the board when we’re done.

The good news is that whatever we find behind it is likely a secret that the adults don’t know Jhonen has stumbled upon, meaning that if this room ever gets cleaned up, we’ll know they know about Jhonen’s investigation, but they don’t know we know they know.

> Am I being dumb for Doubting my friend, or for Believing in him?

No, you’re not dumb. People always have secrets, and sometimes they’re kept for good reasons. Like keeping you from being swept up in this.
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No. 1054949 ID: 629f2e
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> I don't think Jhonen was lying to you, he just didn't tell you. That doesn't mean he wanted you to know, and it's fair for people to keep secrets.

I don’t mind if there were things Jhonen didn’t want to tell me. He can have his secrets, that isn’t the part that bothers me.

Where I’m confused is that he made me think the board in front was real. He would always tell me about his budding theories, and when we were in here he’d point as pieces of evidence he’d collected on it. So what I’m wondering is... Was there any truth to any of that? What if he Never believed in any of that stuff?

...Jhonen didn’t tell me everything. How much of what he did tell me can I still believe though?

> I also remember yesterday, Albert asked about your neck, and you lied to him when you said you didn't have a scar on your neck behind your turtleneck, with fear in your eyes, while trying to hide your head under your turtleneck to make sure the scars stay hidden.

Th-That’s not the same. Dad told me that I’m not supposed to tell people about my scars, and I don’t like thinking about them. They make me uncomfortable.

> He was your friend. You were right to believe him. In fact, maybe you should have believed in him more; maybe you should have realized his front-facing silly theory was fake.

So... It’s my fault for not knowing when I was being lied to? Then that means it’s my fault for thinking mom was in that closet for so long too. Or for thinking I was actually the doctor’s son, right?

That doesn’t feel right to me. If you tell a lie, it should be your fault that people believe something that isn’t true.

> No, you’re not dumb. People always have secrets, and sometimes they’re kept for good reasons. Like keeping you from being swept up in this.

I guess we’ll see if that’s true once we know what “this” actually is.
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No. 1054950 ID: 629f2e
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Lemmy and Lillian manage to get the board off the wall, and flip it around for us to look at. The immediate subjects are obvious, but nobody says anything. We’re all just taking it in. Lillian ends up putting what I was thinking into words.

Lillian: “This makes a lot more sense.”

Unlike the other side, where the connections involve making massive leaps that only Jhonen really understands, this side was different. The connections were more... Coherent? Like, I can tell there’s a point to it, even if I’d need to really read it to understand what that point is.

It should be relieving, but instead it just makes me frown. I’m counting this as a point towards Jhonen being a liar.

Lemmy: “Oh my gosh, it’s about Franklin? Who could have possibly seen this coming? I mean, personally, I’m shocked.”
Me: “Really? Isn’t this why–”
Lillian: “Sarcasm.”
Me: “Oh.”
Lillian: “I think it’s a little surprising though. You’re not actually at the center of it all, your dad is.”

She was right. While drawings of us both were both on the board, his was the one in the center. A lot of the lines connected back to the Doctor, not me.

Lemmy: “It looks like there are three main splits. How’s about I look at the center, Franklin takes left, and you take the right, Lillian?”
Lillian: “Yeah, okay.”
Me: “Um, so I should look at this one...?”

The others are already reading through the notes and images on their sides. Mine is shorter, but I shouldn’t waste time. I’m not the fastest reader, I could still wind up finishing last if I don’t get to it.

I trace the string from my father down to what looks like a drawing of the Morgue. That much makes sense, it’s where he lives. I live there too though, so shouldn’t it also connect to me?

Well... Maybe this is more about how dad works there, instead of being about how he lives there. I guess that makes sense then.

There are a couple of notes connecting to it with text scribbled in Jhonen’s terrible handwriting.

“Exterior Analysis: Claim of additional full room connected to living room is dubious at best.”

“Bedridden for over a year, never visits hospital?”


Bedridden? Is this about the things I told him about Mom? It sounds like he didn’t believe them. That’s actually a point towards him being honest though, he always claimed that the stuff about my mom wasn’t what it seemed. In his words:

Jhonen: “Obviously your mom isn’t some normal human, because then YOU wouldn’t be an abnormal alien! That whole explanation is therefore HIGHLY suspect!”

The reasoning here isn’t exactly the same, but it’s the idea is the same at least.

The drawing of the morgue connects to a printed photograph of what looks like a Grave. Did he take this in our backyard? I don’t remember letting him in there with a camera.

There’s a note scribbled underneath it.

“No name engraved. Grass hasn’t grown back fully, indicating the plot is more recent.”

Honestly, I don’t recognize the grave, but the photo makes it clear why that is. It seems to be in the corner of the yard, in an area blocked off by a hedge. It’s almost deliberately placed Out of Sight.

...Which really raises the question of how Jhonen got this picture. I’m convinced he probably climbed the fence and let himself in. I want to say something about how he shouldn’t do that... but we’re standing in his bedroom right now.

On the topic of invading privacy, the final image in this line is much worse at that. He didn’t really dig it up, did he?

“Cadaver dressed in a wedding dress and ring. Height and presumed build matches with evidence, probable match for Elizabeth Stein.”

He did! That’s... We might have to talk about that! I feel like that shouldn’t be okay.

I guess this confirms one thing though: The woman from the picture did exist. She probably isn’t my mom, and the stories dad told me might not be true, but she was a real person. And now she’s gone now.

That’s sad. Not really for me, I never knew her. I guess it’s sad for dad. He had somebody he really loved, and she died. I wouldn’t want to know what that feels like.

Maybe that’s why he’s been lying about her? He could be so sad that he just doesn’t want to accept that she’s really gone, and pretending she’s still around is how he copes with the loss. That would make me feel better. It would mean he didn’t lie to hurt me or anything, but because the truth was too painful.

I don’t think that’s true, but it would be nice if it was.

That’s all that was on my side. I inform the others, who launch into explanations of their lines.

Lemmy: “So apparently, your dad has got something going on with Aiden’s dad.”
Lillian: “You mean Mr. Sheppard? The farmer?”
Lemmy: “Eeyup.”
Lillian: “Okay, what though? And why is it so important that Jhonen was looking into it?”
Lemmy: “Ee I Ee I dOn’t know the full extent. The two had some kind of Exchange going on it looks like.”
Lemmy: “There’s a picture of Mr. Sheppard walking up to the morgue here, and a few notes about him bringing his Truck when he did.”
Lemmy: “Apparently that implies he needed to carry something there or back. No explanation on what though.”
Lillian: “Maybe dead farm animals? Franklin’s dad is apparently big on messing with corpses, he could be doing experiments on them or something.”
Me: “...Can you not describe the way I was made like as “messing with corpses”? Something about that makes me feel... bad.”
Lillian: “Er, sorry. You know what I mean.”

Lemmy taps the board to get our attention back, and points at an image.

Lemmy: “The end of this line has a picture of Sheppard’s truck at the High School, so we might actually get something out of looking into this.”
Lillian: “We should keep it in mind, that’s for sure.”
Me: “Did your side have anything Lillian?”
Lillian: “Nah, I was missing a piece I think.”
Me: “Huh?”

She taps a drawing of me, as well as a newspaper page it connects to.

Lillian: “There’s a piece missing from this paper, and nothing else from it matters.”
Me: “...I was in the paper?”
Lillian: “I think so. If it’s the section I think it is at least.”
Lemmy: “What, the Obituaries?
Lillian: “Yeah, that’s what I was thinking.”
Me: “What is an obituary?”
Lillian: “The part of a paper where they talk about recent deaths. You wanted to know what your name is supposed to be, right?”
Me: “...Oh! So if it said something about a kid dying, that could be me? And they’d use my name before the doctor told me it was Franklin Stein?”
Lemmy: “Who knows? Maybe your name was Franklin Stein back then too? Mournful over the loss of you, his son, the doc brought you back good as new.”
Me: “You really think so!?”
Lemmy: “No.”
Me: “Oh...”

I deflate a little bit. Lillian slaps him harder than usual. I’m glad she did this time. He got my hopes up for a second.

Lillian: “Don’t tease Franklin about that.”
Lemmy: “Just trying to bring some levity. Laughter’s the best medicine! The doc’s probably got some whopper jokes if he can bring back the dead.”
Lemmy: “Maybe he even knows why the chicken crossed the road?”
Me: “...Why would a chicken cross the road?”
Lemmy: “To get to the other side.

I blink. He said it like a joke, but I don't get it. Not even a little bit, it just sounds like a statement of fact.

Lillian swings again, but he dodges. This is going to break out into a fight if we don’t move on.

Me: “Um, so why is there a picture of Temmie here?”

I point to a line coming off the paper. She blinks, scratching her head.

Lillian: “Hard to say. The stuff that’s written doesn’t seem like it involves her, unless The Freak sees a connection that I don’t.”
Lemmy: “One of her family members probably bit it on the same day. Like a grandparent or something.”
Lemmy: “It could have even been the same cause of death if it was an accident or a virus going around that did it. It’d make sense to put her on then, right?”
Lillian: “Hm... Yeah, maybe.”
Me: “Was there anything else?”

She pauses, scanning the board again. After a second, she nods.

Lillian: “Just one: Jhonen Knew you died.”
Me: “...Oh.”
Lemmy: “Feeeeeeeellls like the obituary clue covered that already.”
Lillian: “Yeah, but I wanted there are really no doubts about it. He has a write-up on your anatomy here where he concludes you’re some kind of zombie or flesh golem.”
Lillian: “Plus, we’re just Guessing it’s an obituary. It makes sense, but y’know, still some doubt there.”
Me: “...”

He knew. Jhonen was Sure that I died.

Every time we talked, he told me all about his theories. The ways he was going to prove that I really was an Alien.

...Did he actually believe any of that? When did he figure out the truth? Maybe That was what he was going to tell me on the day he graduated.
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Lillian: “...So does this actually tell us anything?”
Lemmy: “I’unno, Franklin?”
Me: “Hmmm...”
Me: “...”

Frowning, he mimes winding me up like a toy, muttering about how fast these things run out. I choose not to treat it as an insult.

Lillian: “Maybe we should review a little. Do you remember why we came here?”
Me: “...Because finding out about Judy might tell us about graduation. So... we wanted to find out about my past, and Jhonen figured something out about me before he graduated.”
Lillian: “Right! So what did Jhonen figure out? This board should tell us, right?”
Me: “...That I died?”
Lemmy: “Eh, that’s not really what this board is focused on though. It’s just one branch. There, but not the biggest deal.”
Lillian: “It’s surprising that Franklin isn’t at the center of it. Our Franklin.”

She shuts down Lemmy’s comment before he can make it. He sticks his tongue out.

Lemmy: “Well maybe he was onto Franklin’s dad for something? The guy is pretty sketchy, and this board just proves it all the more.”
Me: “...”
Me: “What did he say?”
Lemmy: “Huh?”
Me: “Back then, I remember... I was listening. I didn’t give it much thought, but I heard it. What was it...?”

Back then, while I was hiding down the alley, somebody had stopped to listen to Jhonen. What did Jhonen tell him?
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No. 1054952 ID: 629f2e
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Jhonen: “You don’t understand his True Nature! He’s committed crimes against humanity itself!”
Jhonen: “He can’t be allowed to operate freely! Do you understand what horrors he’s getting up to every second that passes?”
Jhonen: “We don’t have time for an investigation! I have the Proof, we should arrest him posthaste!”


Me: “Jhonen seemed... Kind of Desperate. And he wanted me arrested?”
Lillian: “Really? But there’s nothing here that says you did anything wrong.”
Me: “But he said... I mean, I thought that’s what he meant.”
Me: “But, now that you mention it...”

Jhonen: “Franklin Stein needs to be brought to justice. If you give me a chance, I promise I can show you I’m right.”

Me: “He knew all of this... So he should have known that my name isn’t actually Franklin Stein.”
Me: “Which means he was talking about...”

I had Misunderstood him. Even after he had been taken, I still hadn’t realized what he’d wanted to tell me. I didn’t see how desperate he was to make me listen.

Jhonen: “Stop running! You need to hear this, I’ve finally pieced it all together! I know the Truth!
Jhonen: “You need to see what I uncovered! This is important, slow down! Or at least don’t go home! Please, don’t go home!”


Me: “...I think Jhonen wanted to Warn me about the Doctor.”
Lillian: “Yeah. That makes more sense than the alternative. He found out that your dad was actually some crazy dude messing with corpses, and wanted to keep you safe.”
Lemmy: “Well that’s surprisingly decent of the kid who tried to dismember you in the middle of class last year.”
Lemmy: “...Which, looking back, wouldn’t have been as bad as it sounded then.”
Me: “It still would have hurt...”
Lemmy: “Anywho, what now? It’s neat to figure that out, but it doesn’t–”
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No. 1054953 ID: 629f2e
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KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

We all freeze at the sound. It wasn’t against the door of this room, but sounded like it was coming from downstairs. The Front Door again.

Had the neighbor returned? It seemed weird that they’d go away and then come back after so long. Maybe it was something unrelated? Like a kid who forgot Jhonen graduated who wanted to see him?

We stay silent and wait, not wanting to let anyone know there are people inside.

...

~DING DONG~

...

There’s sounds, almost like people talking. It’s too muffled to make out the words though.

Lemmy tiptoes across the room, and slowly opens the window. The words are a lot clearer through it than the walls and floors.

Woman: “Well?”
Man: “It sounds like the family isn’t home. Are you absolutely certain you heard something?”


Lemmy’s eyes go wide at the man’s voice. I’d ask why, but if we can hear them, then they can hear us.

Woman: “There were children screaming here, I just know it! Go inside and look for yourself if you don’t believe me.”
Man: “Can do.”


Lemmy closes the window, just a little harder than I feel like he should have.

Lemmy: (Whispering) “We need to hide!
Lillian: (Whispering) “Who was that?
Lemmy: (Whispering) “It’s My stupid dad! He’s a cop, he’s going to come inside and search for intruders.
Me: “...Aren’t we intruders?
Lemmy: “Exactly!
Lillian: “Forget hiding, let’s get out of here!

Run, hide, both options sounded better than staying here. We can’t do both though, so we need to make a choice. There are plenty of spots in this room or other rooms of the house we could hide if that’s what we want. And there’s always the back door if we want to get out, or maybe the window? We’re only on the second floor.

Also... Is it okay to leave Jhonen’s board like this? Turning it back will take time, which we don’t have a lot of it sounds like.
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No. 1054954 ID: e51896

Something tells me... you shouldn't go back home, Franklin, Jhonen was warning you not to do that. That said, we'll probably need to find you a place to hide. We'll think more about that later.

There is something I remember Lemmy doing a couple nights ago, he used his blanket, or bedsheets as a way to escape from his bedroom, using them as a rope. He can set that up, and you guys can escape that way easily. The only thing is that they will know somebody was in here after seeing the bedsheet rope hanging from the window, but they won't know who.

If it takes time for Lemmy to set up that escape route, then go ahead and set the pegboard back in position, but if Lemmy finishes before you can put the pegboard back, then just escape. Have Lilian help Lemmy if she can help set the escape route faster,

so basically, Lemmy and Lilian works on tying the bedsheets from the bed to out the window, while you try and put the pegboard back in place, but be prepared to escape immediately as soon as Lemmy finishes the escape route, even if you don't manage to hide the pegboard in time. It would be great if we can escape without them knowing we know about the secret pegboard, but don't feel too bad if you can't. Not all missions can be a complete success.
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No. 1054956 ID: e51896

Oh, and if you manage to escape, and you need to figure out where to go next, let's make our next stop to see Jolene, just to see how she is doing. You asked us to remind you to do that if we have time.
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No. 1054957 ID: f8083d

Escaping sounds like the best idea for now. But if you can't hide the secret pegboard behind the public one again fast enough, then take it. Since hostiles don't know it exists, they won't notice it's missing.
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No. 1054959 ID: 22eda9

Don't bother moving the pegboard back, it'd take less time to just unpin what's on it and take it with you. (Plus, moving it would probably make noise in the panic you guys are in.)
If you're not confident about how many you can remove, just grab the important ones- Doctor, Franklin, and ESPECIALLY Mr. Sheppard.
From what I can understand right this moment, he's the "Legs" of this whole operation. I... don't know if that analogy makes much sense, but my point is that he could be just as important if not more important than the Doctor's role in this whole Graduation Conspiracy... assuming it's connected.
It's a small town. It probably is.


The more you leave on the board, the more they'll have to be able to piece together, and that's a risk you'll have to decide on your own.
If you leave the ripped obituary, it's likely they can find that article easily, and the house, grave and corpse are also self explanatory.

I don't want to gamble on the possibility Lemmy's Dad won't search thoroughly, so I'm voting on Escape.
While it was Lillian's idea, I think Lemmy should take the lead on it while she assists, since he's already succeeded in escaping his parents.

>>1054956
I feel like it's a bit early to mention that, but, yes. Also worth considering Temmie if this or something immediately happens is 'the sign'.
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No. 1054961 ID: e51896

Actually, yeah, that's a better idea. just removing the pics and putting them in your pockets will be much faster. And don't worry about them getting wrinkled or damaged or anything, you all already saw what we needed to seen. It's more important that the adults don't see WHAT was discovered from the peg board. The Mr. Anderson stuff is the most important stuff to remove especially.
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No. 1055020 ID: 87e33c

Okay, so I have a really stupid plan.

Lillian should escape with a bedsheet wrapped around her, making noise as she hops out the window, she can do it easy and distract them. Though you gotta trust that she can get away and lose her tail.

You and Lemmy take the important notes and then hide, if Lillian's distracting enough, then you'll be able to take the rest of the evidence, flip the board over, and leave with no one on your tail, and with no lingering evidence even if they find the stuff on the back of the board.

Getting caught would be a problem though.

I only think we should do this if others like my dumb plan



My less stupid plan is basically >>1054959
Go escape, grab stuff from the board but dont bother hiding it, have franklin flop out the window and lose some limbs your friends have to carry, yknow, the comedic exit!
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No. 1055079 ID: e51896

I just thought of a some things regarding the peg board after doing a lot of thinking since we're removing pictures:

Call it a hunch, but what if we DON'T remove the pictures on the left side? (the section talking about Dr. Franklin Stein's wife)? From what it looks like, with him hiding his wife's grave with it being unmarked and in the corner of the yard behind a hedge, he doesn't seem to be only hiding her death just from you, Franklin, but from everyone.

I have a feeling if the adults need to see anything from the pegboard, it's gotta be that one. Jhonen knew the doctor was doing really sketchy things, and if the adults find out about his wife's death that he seems to be hiding from the world, something tells me he'll get justice served to him like Jhonen was hoping for, or at least some kind of punishment.

And as for the right side, if we can only remove a few things on the right side, definetly remove Temmie's picture. Something tells me they shouldn't see her on that peg board. She's been implying she is going to be in danger, and while it might be unavoidable, I would rather it not be worse than it is going to be.

So that said, I think as far what we should remove in order: definitely the middle section first, that should be the top priority out of everything here to remove (the stuff about Mr. Sheppard), then the right side talking about proof of you being a "zombie" (if you don't have time to remove everything from the right side, remove Temmie's picture, I don't think it will be a good idea to leave her picture there) and then leave the left side talking about Franklin Stein's wife alone.

Leave immediately as soon as Lemmy and Lilian finishes the escape route, no matter if you finish removing the pictures or not. Take what you can.
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No. 1055125 ID: 8483cf

I vote ESCAPE. No need to conceal too much; the priority here is a clean getaway.

There’s nothing I can say here that hasn’t been said already, except…

>>1055020
When this spirit says “lose her tail” that doesn’t mean what you think it means.
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