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136338 No. 136338 ID: ca2950

Somewhere in the cold void of endless space...
28 posts omitted. Last 50 shown. Expand all images
No. 136374 ID: c92a02
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"Ooh! A snack machine!"
No. 136375 ID: c92a02
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"Ooh! Two snack machines!"

The Auto-WarDrobe onboard this station is still functioning! Costume picking made easy for the lazy, indecisive or recently denuded. One size fits all!
The costumes on selection are:

LABORER (with a picture of a robot)
PIT FIGHT MAN (with a picture of a gladiator)
No. 136376 ID: 891ac6
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"Are these outfits really necessary?" Moriko says, shifting on the spot.

"They're essential." Deem says to her dungeon's denizen. "And customary, which is much the same thing. Just relax. We are not on the ground, which is simply unconscionable, but you don't see me complaining."

"At least it's dark outside." Deem mutters to herself a few second later. And there's no air either, which is also a plus.

"Everyone here is so strange." Moriko says to the talking rock.

"Go on, mingle a little." Deem says. "If you see a monster, it's a costume or they're from a place where it's not a problem. Maybe try the novelty drinks, that's an icebreaker."

"I don't know if I should follow Hin's example. I've heard stories about these parties..." Moriko says.

"It'll be fine. Now let's split up."
No. 136377 ID: eedbeb
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Derek is confident in his chances given the high population of canines on this space ship. After the fox takes some candy he slides over to Pascoe to offer the diminutive creature holding an empty flask his wares.

“Soda?” Gerbera offers.

“Eh?” Derek turns to look at the plant, successfully dodging Pascoe’s curious paw. “Are you sure that’s soda, pal? I know potions when I see them.”

“It’s soda.” Dottie says mournfully.

Convinced by the extremely trustworthy fox, Derek takes a flask and swills the liquid around in his mouth.

Rolled: 28

No. 136378 ID: eedbeb
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Derek has become strong.
No. 136379 ID: ca2950
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Keimi grabs another bottle and scampers up Alex.

Keimi: "If I'm gonna be all messed up, you're gonna be messed up with me!"

Alex: "Hey! Wait a mi-HURGARGL!"
No. 136381 ID: d1c2d5
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Having instructed her denizen to mingle, Deem moves towards where a flower has set up a drinks stand. She drinks some of the infamous MARY KIL’S PARTY PUNCH.

Beware! Deem is extremely drunk!

"Fwwaaah! This is the stuff! So that's soda huh?"

She leans in on the folding table Gerbera had set up, glassware rattling as it wobbles under the golem's unsteady weight.

"You made it yourself?" she asks Gerbera. Without waiting for a reply she goes on. "Hey you ever wanted to live in a dungeon? Gold! Glory! Good fertiliser! Goo! Ger... ga... g-chin scratches! I bet I could smuggle you out and space'd never know."
No. 136382 ID: ca2950
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Rolled: 1

Gender Swap

Alex: "Ack! What the heeeeeey? What did you.. How did... I need to find a camera before this wears off..."

Keimi: "Oh that's not fair!"
No. 136383 ID: 5c87b4

lmao, Alexa's got the right idea

might be a problem finding someone to hold the camera tho
No. 136384 ID: 5bf1bd
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Somewhere in the distance, a purple blob makes its way into the ventilation ducts.
Unfortunately, this narrative framing device is much more concerned about the A-plot of this scenario, so instead it's following the other two individuals as they make their way over to the flower who's handing out drinks.

"Awww yeah, free drinks!", proclaims the boisterous bruiser, as she grabs the two containers with the prettiest colours.
Her recoloured friend cries out in protest.
"Argine, wait, those are all unidentified-"
But it was too late, as her friend had already started chugging unknown substances.

Having resigned herself to being the equivalent of a pet-walker walking a creature larger than herself, Diagram selects a transparent bottle, tucking it away somewhere within the folds of her coat.
"Please, a-at least slow down! You don't know what's in those!"

Argine only pauses briefly, coloured fluid dripping down the sides of her lips.
"You kidding? The facility doesn't have anything but water and fruit juice! I'm getting as much as I can!"

Unfortunately for her, 'as much as I can' is going to be far less than what's been boasted.

Argine has imbibed two different potions of random qualities, ignoring standard safety procedure!
Diagram, employing common sense, is instead holding onto her potion for potential future shenanigans!
(Rolled numbers were [25, 19, 10])
No. 136385 ID: 5bf1bd
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The effects make themselves known almost immediately after Argine downs her second vial.

Argine is absolutely smashed.
"Ooough... that's a lotta colours..."
She sways around and comes to a stop on one of the nearby walls, leaning against it for support.

"Maaaaaaan, Diagram, y-you really gotta try this shtuff."
She hiccups, and a little colour seems to drain from her body.

"A-Argine, what's happening to you?"

"I'm having a good time, that's what, you tomato. Ha ha h-!"
No. 136386 ID: 5bf1bd
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She leans back further, and with the poise of an inebriated bird, falls right through the wall.

"A-aah! Where'd you go?!"
Diagram panics, having lost control of her second charge.
"No, no, no... I promised Jin that I'd watch over those two tonight! What am I going to do?"
She scurries off, in search of her two missing friends.

Argine is now a ghost.
Until it wears off, she'll probably be terrorizing people by accident.
No. 136387 ID: 629f2e
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Roger: “Huh? As a Human?

The fox girl nods.

Roger: “...Wouldn’t you rather get a drawing of you the way you look now? You’re way cooler than a boring old human.”
Roger: “Plus, I’m better at drawing things that I actually see. So I don’t know if…”

You pause as her ears fold over and she looks down sadly. Her shoulders tremble- was she starting to Cry!? Abort! Abort mission! You cannot make a girl cry Roger!

Roger: “S-So just you as a human then? Yeah, that’s um… I can probably make it work. So… please don’t get upset.”
Roger: “It won’t be my best work, but I promise to try my best.”

She cheers up quickly, and you wonder for a second if she was being genuine or if you’d just been played for a fool. Oh well, you said you were gonna do it, so it was too late to back out.

Roger: “By the way, what’s your name?”
Dotti: “It’s Dotti.
Roger: “Nice to meet you. I’m Roger."

You flip past the sketches of the bat lady and the big lizard you’d been working on before. Thankfully you’d done enough that you would be able to complete them later. Or... You would be able to if this wasn’t a dream. Darn, and you really liked those sketches too.

It's tempting to just draw a girl from your class in the clothes that she was wearing, but that didn’t seem right. Somehow you needed to make this look like her, but a human.

As you begin to sketch out a base, you try to make conversation.

Roger: “Y’know, I have a friend who can’t eat chocolate either.”
Dotti: “He can’t?! That doesn’t make sense. Humans can eat chocolate. Is he a different kind of human?”
Roger: “No, he’s a regular human. He just has a pretty bad allergy to milk, so he can’t have anything made with it. Chocolate, cheese, butter, ice cream.”
Dotti: “He can’t eat cinnamon rolls?”
Roger: “Nope. I don’t think he can eat nuts either, so he has to be really careful about what he eats.”

Dotti recoils slightly.

Dotti: “That sounds horrible.”
Roger: “Yeah, I wouldn’t want to be him. I’d be dead by lunch when I have my PB&J and wash it down with milk.”

It was weird that she wasn’t moving her mouth to talk, you definitely found it off putting at first. But watching her features silently react to you was pretty funny. She was fun to talk to.

As you finish putting detail on the head, you pause and look at her again. Your eyes glance down over her dress.

Roger: “Are you supposed to be Dorothy?
Dotti: “No, I’m Dotti.”
Roger: “Your costume, I mean.”

She looks down at herself, her face scrunching up in confusion.
Dotti: “Costume? These are just the clothes Landi told me to wear. Or are you calling me by my full name now?”
Roger: “Your full name?
Dotti: “Dorothea. But I like Dotti better.”
Roger: “Um. That’s one very big coincidence, but I’m pretty sure Landi based your clothes on The Wizard of Oz. You even have the ruby slippers.”
Dotti: “They’re Magic! I can use them to go home.”
Roger: “That’s what they do in the movie! You’re totally Dorothy!”
Dotti: “What’s a movie?”
Roger: “A story with moving pictures.”
Dotti: “Oh, so an illusion! Oh no. This feels like something Landi would do to mess with me. What was Dorothy like in that story? Was she gross, or evil, or somebody I don’t want to be dressed as? Or… sort-of named after?”
Roger: “You’ve never seen it? It’s an old classic, I thought every kid had heard of it by now.”
Roger: “Dorothy’s not bad or anything, she’s just a normal girl who tries to go home to Kansas. I don’t think it’s a bad costume. And Dorothea isn’t Dorothy’s full name- she’s just Dorothy.”
Dotti: “Oh, that’s good. I was worried Landi was making fun of me again.”
Roger: “Anyways, I brought it up because this isn’t what you normally wear, right? Should I draw you in something else then?”

She stops to think about it. Then she motions for me to hand over my sketchbook, and draws a dress on a blank page. It wasn’t too bad, I didn’t think she could draw that well.

Roger: “Got it. I just need to draw this over the base then.”

It wasn’t too different from what she was wearing right now that you needed to redo your base sketch. You draw the Polka-Dot dress and apron over it, and clean up the drawing while making more small talk.
No. 136388 ID: 629f2e
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Finally, you clean up the last stray lines and flip it over to show her.

Roger: “Is this okay?”

Dotti’s eyes go wide. She grabs the sketchbook and just stares for a minute, completely lost in her own world.

Roger: “Um. I can change it if you don’t like it.”
No. 136389 ID: 629f2e
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Dotti jolts upright and shakes her head in a firm rebuttal. She looks down at the picture, then up at you, but doesn’t- or can’t- find the words. After a moment of obvious struggling, she gives up and launches herself right at you, Hugging as tight as she can.

You don’t scream. The scream travels up your throat, but you successfully cut it off at the mouth.

She’s so warm. Don’t say that. Don’t say she’s warm, that’s rude, or weird, or something. Her fur feels really nice- STOP!

Through the chaos in your mind, one thought bubbles up to the surface.

“This is really nice.”

Oh my gosh, you were becoming a middle schooler. This is how it happens, a cute girl hugs you and then girls are all you can think about. It’s already infected you! You just admitted that she was really cute!

...You’re just standing there. She’s been hugging you for at least five seconds now, and you’ve just been standing there shellshocked like an idiot, haven’t you? Do something!

Roger: “Um-”

NO! Anything other than talking! Do not let any of these thoughts spill out!

In your quest to do something right, you robotically move your arms to wrap them around her, squeezing her back. Not too hard, not too little, a perfectly normal amount. She will think you’re normal if you squeeze her exactly this much, you’re sure of it.

She lets up the pressure, and your mind snaps back to attention. You quickly release her and let her pull back. As she stops touching you, your brain starts to return to its normal functions. In the span of a few seconds, everything has gone back to normal, and you realize that you’ve been acting like an idiot for no good reason. You silently pray that she didn’t notice, that your face wasn’t redder than a tomato, and that you would not be this way with girls any time you were hugged in the future.

Dotti reluctantly hands the sketchbook back, but it’s obvious she doesn’t want to let the drawing out of her sight. She hunches her shoulders tight, trying to form words, but it fails her again. She takes a deep breath, paws clenched in frustration- but then she lets it go in a long, deep sigh.

Roger: “You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to.”

She looks at Roger and smiles. The faintest scent of cinnamon passes through the air, and the space station’s lights seem brighter, somehow.

Roger: “Here-”

You gingerly grab the page, and tear it out of your book, handing it over to Dotti.

Roger: “It won’t be there when I wake up, and it makes you happy. You should keep it!”

She smiles wide, and clutches it against her chest. Even if she doesn’t say anything, you can tell by the look in her eyes just how much it means to her. You don’t know why, Dotti hadn’t really explained it, but all that matters is that you were able to make her happy. Your art did that. It was a real confidence booster.

...Unfortunately, it’s outweighed by your mind’s repeated play-by-play of that hug, which has you holding your hat over your face in utter humiliation.

Roger has gained 40 Fear, 30 of which spawned directly from the hug.
Dotti has left Roger with “Funny Feelings”, which is going to blossom into interesting tastes when he really starts getting interested in women.
Roger is wishing he was dead right now.

Party Fear Levels:
Roger: 53/100
Franklin: ???/100 (You haven’t seen him for a bit)
No. 136393 ID: c92a02
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Everything suddenly gets larger to Trayzeri! All in all, it's still pretty small though. "Thank you, and enjoy the evening." She wanders off to the soda bar, where a strange astronaut is hitting on a sunflower. These potions look kinda familiar... Best not to tempt fate.

The astronaut looks unsteady on her feet, so she puts out a hand to steady her.

:trayzeri: "It is a little early to go home, is it not? You should probably equip your helmet before you go outside. It would be a shame if an... accident were to occur."

She turns her head towards Gerbera. "Nice flower costume. Are you a botanist by trade?"
No. 136394 ID: a7a3a1
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The cutebold runs. He runs for he knows the vents are no longer safe. He has seen the monster, dripping slime and coiling its amorphous mass between the walls.

And it has seen him.

"Weghhh!" the monster calls wetly, slapping its limbs against the sides of the vents for purchase and hauling itself after him.

The cutebold runs for he knows he is dressed as something delicious.

No. 136395 ID: a7a3a1
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If only the kobold would wait!

Alice squeezes her protean body through the vents after the kobold, as it looks like it knows what its doing. It's shaped a little like a xotl. Does it taste like a - no! Alice is supposed to be at a party!

As a quest protagonist stuck trying to escape from an alien base where everything wants to kill her, and someone who has been science experimented into being a flesh eating mutant, Alice cherishes these outings.

Is the kobold a party invitee? Is that why it's dressed as a taco? She has to get to the party. And all her friends will be there because they can appear in crossovers because none of them died and they just got separated.

Alice is amorphous and ill-defined, feeding tendrils fanning out and probing for passages, engulfing anything that looks tasty that's not a person. That's fine this place was abandoned anyway. Her noodliness is getting out of hand.

It's fine, she just has to pull herself together when she finds the party. And figure out a costume. It's fine, everything's going to be OK.
No. 136396 ID: eedbeb
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Derek flexes his new hands. A strong, metal body! He hasn’t felt this good since he was a young fish throwing sacks of grub eggs around.

“Somebody who is not a child, fight me.” he roars, tearing his 80s costume off with his bare hands. “Also please take some candy.”
No. 136406 ID: 629f2e
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Franklin examines the flasks laid out on the table. He’d never had soda out of a containers like them before. They were glass though, so it couldn’t be too different from the glass bottles they have at the grocery store. He looks over at the Flower Girl, engaged in a different conversation. In spite of this, he rudely cuts in.

Franklin: “Trick or treat!”
Flower Girl: “Ah, sorry, I don’t have any candy. Feel free to take some soda though.”
Franklin: “Okay...”

He pauses, lifting his hand to look at a note scrawled on it.

Franklin: “...Can I take Extra for my friend?”
Flower Girl: “Go right ahead.”

The downside to getting soda from flasks is that they didn’t have brand labels. Some of them had boring text labels on their side, but the words were too big for Franklin to read, let alone understand. The liquids come in a lot of different colors, so he thinks to try identifying them based on those.

He picks up a small cup of fizzing green liquid. After giving it a sniff, he looks at it closely.

Franklin: “...This could be Ginger Ale.

Aside from asking the flower lady, which he hadn’t thought to do, there was only one thing to try. So without giving it a second thought, he pours the drink down his throat.
No. 136407 ID: 629f2e
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[ 22. Zombification ]

Franklin is brought back from the dead!
No. 136409 ID: 629f2e
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As such, he is no longer a ghost.

Franklin: “...Aw. Now I can’t trick or treat. Unless I can find a new costume.”
Franklin: “...Do space stations have bedsheets and scissors?”

Before walking away, he grabs a flask of something red for Roger. It looked kind of like Fruit Punch, Roger’s favorite.

[ 11. Xenomorphine ]

He’s going to love it!

Franklin has gained 10 Fear due to his new inability to not collect candy
Franklin previously acquired 12 Fear on his own through wandering empty halls.

Party Fear Levels:
Roger: 53/100
Franklin: 29/100
No. 136419 ID: c92a02
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Phew, all this wandering the floor's got me exhausted. This costume's pretty stuffy to boot. I'll just rest against this weird looking pillar and catch my breath.
No. 136420 ID: c92a02
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Huh, this is different! I feel... bigger? Smoother? Toothier? Everyone's so far away. -Wait, this means... "Haha, I'm the giant one now!"
No. 136421 ID: c92a02
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"Wow, look at me! I'm so adorably tiny!"

:trayzeri: I noticed that, yes. I take it you are the owner of this body?

"Yep! Promise you I'll bring this one right back! Right after I ride some rollercoasters."

:trayzeri: Where would you... Never mind, I am sure you will figure it out.
No. 136427 ID: c92a02
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"Oh serpent of the vents, what is your wisdom?"

"I can tell you aren't wearing any underwear from down here."

"I- wh- I had a wardrobe malfunction on the way here, alright?!"

"By the way, I'd be careful standing next to that grille if I were you."
No. 136428 ID: c92a02
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"Huh? -Ah!"

Some part of Alice has found the party! And f- and a friend! And a source of costumes! Really, fate's being almost too generous.

Tineola stays very still so as to not provoke the tendrils. Maybe they're just being friendly.
No. 136432 ID: 5bf1bd
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The ghost of a lonesome soldier wanders these abandoned halls...
Since five minutes ago.

Stumbling through walls, spooking unfortunate passers-by, truly the work of a dangerous spirit.
Dangerously drunk, that is.

Fate however, has certain plans in store for this soldier-turned-specter - as she comes across the first entry on her list of asses to kick.
Another victim of happenstance and haphazard workplace chemical safety practices. From her perspective, it's like the whole room is filled with sizable fish-androids who need to be shown who's boss.
It is like she's talking through a layer of margarine. The words don't quite come out right.
"THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE-one... kind of spooky THING in the uhh, space thinghy. Y-*hic*-you, you and me, let's take it around town, bring it down toni-TONIGHT!"

She puts up her fists, which wobble as she tries to remain upright. It's a wonder she hasn't fallen through the floor yet!
Of course, her challenge does not go unnoticed. Eager to test his new-found, steely strength out - the fishbot prepares for battle - and neither participant is sure about how things'll go.
Who knows if fists can even connect, when one participant is ethereal?
No. 136433 ID: eedbeb
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Argine may be drunk on mysterious space liquor, but Derek is drunk on his overwhelming power. He swings at the alien, and to his surprise, passes clear through and slams his fist into the wall.

“That all you got you fish? I can take all ten of you!”

Argine jabs at Derek’s snout with a flurry of strikes. Derek shrieks a challenge and responds in kind. Both utterly fail to hit each other.

After a few minutes of wasted violence, Derek’s body beeps in distress. It’s overheating from all the fighting.
No. 136434 ID: eedbeb
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Derek finally falls, robot body failing internally. Mizz Es appears like a benevolent angel in the hallway to witness his final moments.

“Was I…the best?” Derek says weakly, clutching Mizz Es’ sleeve.

“You did give away more candy than I did, so by your interesting criteria, yes.” Mizz Es replies.

Digital tears leak from Derek’s eyes before his face screen goes dark and his hand drops to the floor with a clank.
No. 136435 ID: cf7ec3

Franklin two-timed and got candy from Mizz E too.
No. 136436 ID: ca2950
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A swirling, iridescent portal bursts open in the bowels of the station and begins spewing out otherworldly creatures.

Inky: "Time to enact my devious machinations to bring about the downfall of these fleshy creatures!"

Blinky: "Screw that! Time to start picking them off one by one and murdering them in gross and interesting ways until there's only one left!"

Pinky: "No! We must violate all the pretty girls! And the pretty boys! And the household appliances! And the more interesting architecture!"

Clyde: "I'm going to take a nap."
No. 136439 ID: 5bf1bd
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After a quick bout of helpful suggestions to a nearby arthropod - Amica comes face to face with a fellow amorphous individual slithering around in the vents.

"Hey hey! Come here often?"
Alice's tendrils reach out towards the new person's purple mass, before recoiling in disgust.
Tastes like mercury.
She is bemused by this development, coming back to her senses for a moment.
"You wouldn't happen to have seen a... taco running around, would you?"

Of course, the brief moment she helped adjust the fashion sense of one of the party-goers caused her to lose sight of the prize, of those hard-shelled, fleshy little gremlins running around in the vents. In retrospect, she probably should have asked that pink princess-like individual where the party was at.

"Who, me? I think I remember seeing one go around the corner before."
This was a truth in its own right. Alice attempts to peer around the side, to try and glean the strange snake's full form - but Amica quickly changes the subject, a coy flutter in her eyes.
"But you're looking for the party, right? Head through that vent, I'm sure they're having a lovely time out there."

Alice nods - how'd this strange purple being know where she wanted to be? Doesn't matter. Her friends (and the free food) were waiting for her. In the dark, it wasn't like she'd be able to see her entirety anyway.
"May I ask for your name?"
The mutant responds, somewhat distracted by the thoughts of sustenance. Meat.
"It's Alice."
"Oh, what a nice name! You can call me Amica. But go on without me - I've still got business here."

And so, Alice drops through the vent, a fleshy splat and trail of flesh following her wherever she went.
No. 136440 ID: 5bf1bd
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Once Alice had left, Amica curses to herself.
"Aww. I knew I should've had my head-flower on display, she might've liked that."
She sighs, a grin on her face.
"Heh heh. I wonder if I'll see her again?", the SAI wonders to herself. Her captive squirms around in her amorphous mass - still alive, but now being used as a living battery.
Perhaps she'd follow the one that she saw go around the corner? These little things couldn't escape from her 'hugs', that's for sure.
With her cosplay tucked away in the recesses of her mass - perhaps she'd rejoin the party once she gets her fill.
No. 136441 ID: 629f2e
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While walking down the halls, Franklin stumbles upon the solution to his problems. He reads the labels on the machines carefully.

Franklin: “...Nope. No ghost costumes.”
Franklin: “I guess I could go as something else.”
???: “Mmn~”
Franklin: “...?”

He walks a little closer to the sound he heard, and ends up seeing a big pink Butterfly. She was standing very still, as weird vines crawled along her body, wrapping tightly around her limbs and digging below her scant apparel.

Franklin: “...Can you wait a little. I’ll have a costume on in a minute, and then I can say trick or treat.”
Butterfly: “Ah, sorry, I don’t have any- ah~ -candy.”

She was making a funny face and sweating. Franklin was confused.

There was also a head attached to the vines, and it was just sort of staring at him, its eyes trying to send some sort of message that he just wasn't receiving. He was confused by the head, but mostly because he wasn’t sure if he should also ask whether it had candy or not. Probably not, it didn't look like it had pockets.

Franklin: “...What are you doing?”
Butterfly: “N-Nothing! Don’t worry about me.”
Franklin: “...Okay. What are those vines doing though?”
Franklin: “They’re kind of hovering around places our teacher says not to let strangers touch us on. They aren’t strangers, are they?”
Butterfly: “That’s good advice, but I’m- Mmmmmmmnnnn~”

She moans, panting with breath silently as he just stares at her.

Franklin: “.........”
Butterfly: “You… should get your costume... and leave…”
Franklin: “.........Kay.”

He quickly inputs the number for the Scientist costume on the machine, watching as all the elements to the costume fall out. He collects them into a bundle and gives one more glance at the butterfly lady and vines.

Franklin: “...I guess I’ll go?”
Butterfly: “B-Bye- Mph~”

Her eyes roll back in her head, as she lets out a loud-
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You don’t see him, as you hold your hat over your face in ashamed agony, but you hear his footsteps and look up.

Franklin reappears dressed in an entirely different costume. You would have asked about it, but you were more curious about the burning face buried in his hands.

Roger: “Uh… Franklin?”
Franklin: “...PG-13...
Roger: “Huh?”
Franklin: “We should stay around here. The things in that direction aren’t for kids our age.”
Roger: “What are you talking about? Did something happen?”
Franklin: “...”

He didn’t say. You decided you were going to listen to him.

You were still flustered from your experience with Dotti, so you both just stand there with red faces together. Shame liked company, so it was a little better than before at least.

Roger has gained 15 Fear over further stewing on his shame.
Franklin has gained 69 Fear from age-inappropriate content.
Franklin has received “Funny Feelings”, which is going to blossom into Interesting tastes when he finds his first ever tentacle comic from Japan.
Franklin is now a scientist.

Party Fear Levels:
Roger: 68/100
Franklin: 98/100
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When Franklin seems to calm down, he looks at you curiously.

Franklin: “...Didn’t you have fangs?”
Roger: “Huh? Oh, yeah, I forgot I had those and accidentally ate them with my chocolate.”
Franklin: “...Our costumes just aren’t holding up today.”
Franklin: “...Oh right! Here-”

He holds up the kind of flask your teacher uses in science class.

Franklin: “I got some soda for you.”
Roger: “Thanks. What kind is it?”
Franklin: “Fruit punch I think. They weren’t labelled.”
Roger: “Huh… Well the liquid is red.”

You lift the flask up to your lips, letting the liquid pour down your throat.

It dawns on you immediately that this is not fruit punch.

Roger has consumed the Xenomorphine, and will be beset by hallucinations! Suggestions on what those hallucinations are will be accepted here and on Discord. At the end, a hallucination will be randomly selected from all suggestions and a few of the author's.
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Roger starts seeing in COLOR! How terrifying!
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But all the wrong colours.
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Everyone is an alien! Especially Franklin.
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Key: "Oh, hey Driga. I thought you had something important going on."

Driga: "It's nothing. I've just been... occupied... all up in my ship. Between jobs, you know. Guess it's been a while since I stretched my legs."

Driga: "A pirate again, I see."

Key: "I never figured you the type to go to parties. Let alone in a costume. What are ya supposed to be anyway?"
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Driga: "Costume?"
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Despite having her stature greatly reduced (again), Trayzeri finds her conversational abilities greatly increased as she navigates a forest of easy-to-draw legs and bedsheets.

:trayzeri: "Your jumpsuit is... efficient. I wish this suit had pockets."

:momg_camera: "Thank you. Your costume is... very transformative?"

:trayzeri: "That is certainly one way to describe it."

The pair maintain awkward eye contact for several moments before the peanut gallery chimes in.

"Just kiss already!"
"That's not happening without a ladder."
"Not with that attitude!"
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"Oh, hello little soldier bunny!"

:trayzeri: "Hello. I am actually Trayzeri. The owner of this costume is over there, trying not to trip over people."

"Ohhh, Tracy! So glad you could make it! I was just about to grab a drink, want one?"

:trayzeri: "No thank you. Every time someone drinks one, I seem to get smaller."
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*Rolled 3: GROWTH*

:Trayzeri: "I rest my case."
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This wasn’t fruit punch. It tasted like sour watered down lemonade, without even a hint of sweetness to wash it down. You wanted to spit it out, but felt compelled to chug the remainder of the beverage.

As you swallow the last drops of liquid, your eyes start to itch. You put the flask down and start to rub them, but when they open again...

It was... Bright. Almost too bright, your eyes shut again instinctively. You force them open, looking forward again. It’s still too much, but you’re able to just barely squint and try to see. After a few seconds, your nearly closed eyes open wide, taking it all in.

For the first time in your life you understood that you'd been living in the dark. The greyscale life that you once saw color in, filled with hues you’d never before seen. The black and white which gave way to reds, blues, yellows, and so much more.

Roger: "It's... Is this real?"
Franklin: "...?"

You turn to Franklin, staring at him. His shirt was... green. You knew that, but only now could you really see it.

You laugh, it was all so clear. How had you not seen it before? You had known that these walls were red, but only now did you understand what that meant. The dull rusted metal, a color that spoke to you of the passage of time. It was incredible. You wonder if this feeling is anything like when a child first gets glasses.

Franklin: "Roger?"

Franklin gets your attention. That drink- whatever it was- he had to try it. He had to see!

Wait... how do you know that he can’t? After all, just because you couldn't before doesn’t mean he can’t? But how would you even start to ask that?

...You felt weird. It was like your mind was floating-



Roger: "It's... It's just a dream."
Franklin: "...Yes?"
Roger: "This isn't... real?"

No. No! It was more real than anything you'd ever experienced. Not real...? This has to be real. Because you couldn't go back. Not after seeing this!

Roger gains 32 Fear as a result of his hallucination.
Roger’s Fear has hit 100!
Franklin gains 2 Fear out of concern for his friend.
Franklin’s Fear has hit 100!

Party Fear Levels:
Roger: MAX
Franklin: MAX
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...Your body felt... heavy...

Roger: "No -N-No! I don't want to go! I can see! I can finally see! I don't wanna- I don't wanna!"

You cry a hopeless rebuke, as your consciousness begins to stir. The ties that held you frayed, before severing entirely.

The last sight to cross your eyes was Franklin's panicked expression. And then...
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You were lying in bed. Looking through your regular eyes, upon a regular world. The revelation brought upon by the drink is a distant memory. It was fresh enough to make tears well up in your eyes, but impossible to comprehend as you did in the dream.

You saw color... What did that even mean? You always saw color, were you just not seeing it in the dream? And then like, you saw them again...? It was too confusing.

Quietly, so as not to wake your parents, you crawl out of bed and grab the sketchbook out of your bag. Flipping it open to an empty page, you begin to draw. The memories were already starting to leave you, becoming fuzzy and indistinct, but too many cool things happened in that dream to not draw something. Even just one, just a single good memory.
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There was really only one option. Out of all the weird aliens you spent time with, you had the best time with Dotti, even if she did leave you a mess when she departed. Your hand begins moving automatically.

Minutes pass as you toil, finding yourself deep in the zone. The lines seem to come naturally, as you're able to keep every detail about her in mind despite not having her present as reference. Eventually, the finished work stares back at you, a warm feeling filling your chest as you look at it.

You'd never forget completely. Even if you couldn't remember every encounter, or the colors, or if the conversations you had vanished from your head, you would still have this. A memento of a good dream. That's the power of art.

...You were getting too sappy over things that didn't really happen. And was it really this late? Okay, time for artists to go to sleep.

After all, tomorrow was Game Night! You'd have to be rested and ready for all the fun you'd have with your friends.

You can just tell it's going to be a Wonderful day.

And with that, Roger and Franklin are no longer present in the space station to interact with.

Happy Halloween everyone!
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