“Sorry, people aren’t supposed to get in the air vent.” The voice says apologetically.
'Where we supposed to be? Nowhere's better, and ya can get around pretty much anywhere. Right, guys?' Sounds of agreement can be heard in the darkness beyond. 'Ya can come in if ya want, maybe we can change ya mind?'
“The crew would like you to leave. They sent me to tell you.”
'Aww come on. We'll leave, all get off at the next planet, unless you don't want to cause a multiversal incident'
“This is starting to look weird. May I come in?”
'Sure ya can!'
When the voice enters, they find themself in a cramped little den filled with cushions, blankets, and random junk items ranging from medieval weaponry and magic books to computers and laser guns. Lounging around the place is a pack of .... clones? Most of them look near-identical, with pointed, elf-like features, extremely pale skin and greasy blond hair, though they vary by age. The youngest is about nine, and the oldest looks to be in his seventies, but it is hard to tell
The voice is a young woman with deep brown skin and black hair tied into a ponytail, with tattoos down her bare arms. She nods in greeting. “World clones… this may prove my point that we have creators…” She muses.
'Creators? Almost certainly' says the spokesman of the pack. 'I was the first here to get onto this ship, and wherever it docked, I'd go off and find my bro. Most of them came with, it can be lonely living the lives we were in. Not like we got much to lose'
“Curious, curious.” She says. “The nature of the multiverse is quite interesting. But, why did you choose the air vent to stay?”
'Reminded us of home' the whole gang speak in unison, then look at each other and burst out laughing
She chuckles. “Then you have similar souls. I would request for you to maybe leave, but I won’t force you, and if the crew comes around, I’ll tell them you left.”
'Good good. Wouldn't want anyone bad to find us. Or to get thrown out into space. You a member of the crew, then?'
“Nah. I do favors for them occasionally, enough to get by, but I don’t listen to their slimy council or captain.”
'Fair enough, we don't listen to them either. Couldn't even tell ya what his name was. In our network, there are no leaders, and not too much respect for them, unless we got to grovel to stay alive. How it's always been for us, but back home it was alone'
“Sorry, people aren’t supposed to get in the air vent.” The voice says apologetically.
'Where we supposed to be? Nowhere's better, and ya can get around pretty much anywhere. Right, guys?' Sounds of agreement can be heard in the darkness beyond. 'Ya can come in if ya want, maybe we can change ya mind?'
“The crew would like you to leave. They sent me to tell you.”
'Aww come on. We'll leave, all get off at the next planet, unless you don't want to cause a multiversal incident'
“This is starting to look weird. May I come in?”
'Sure ya can!'
When the voice enters, they find themself in a cramped little den filled with cushions, blankets, and random junk items ranging from medieval weaponry and magic books to computers and laser guns. Lounging around the place is a pack of .... clones? Most of them look near-identical, with pointed, elf-like features, extremely pale skin and greasy blond hair, though they vary by age. The youngest is about nine, and the oldest looks to be in his seventies, but it is hard to tell
The voice is a young woman with deep brown skin and black hair tied into a ponytail, with tattoos down her bare arms. She nods in greeting. “World clones… this may prove my point that we have creators…” She muses.
'Creators? Almost certainly' says the spokesman of the pack. 'I was the first here to get onto this ship, and wherever it docked, I'd go off and find my bro. Most of them came with, it can be lonely living the lives we were in. Not like we got much to lose'
“Curious, curious.” She says. “The nature of the multiverse is quite interesting. But, why did you choose the air vent to stay?”
'Reminded us of home' the whole gang speak in unison, then look at each other and burst out laughing
She chuckles. “Then you have similar souls. I would request for you to maybe leave, but I won’t force you, and if the crew comes around, I’ll tell them you left.”
'Good good. Wouldn't want anyone bad to find us. Or to get thrown out into space. You a member of the crew, then?'
“Nah. I do favors for them occasionally, enough to get by, but I don’t listen to their slimy council or captain.”
'Fair enough, we don't listen to them either. Couldn't even tell ya what his name was. In our network, there are no leaders, and not too much respect for them, unless we got to grovel to stay alive. How it's always been for us, but back home it was alone'
“You have a whole network of… what should I call you guys?”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds. But I’ll try my best!
“Sorry, people aren’t supposed to get in the air vent.” The voice says apologetically.
'Where we supposed to be? Nowhere's better, and ya can get around pretty much anywhere. Right, guys?' Sounds of agreement can be heard in the darkness beyond. 'Ya can come in if ya want, maybe we can change ya mind?'
“The crew would like you to leave. They sent me to tell you.”
'Aww come on. We'll leave, all get off at the next planet, unless you don't want to cause a multiversal incident'
“This is starting to look weird. May I come in?”
'Sure ya can!'
When the voice enters, they find themself in a cramped little den filled with cushions, blankets, and random junk items ranging from medieval weaponry and magic books to computers and laser guns. Lounging around the place is a pack of .... clones? Most of them look near-identical, with pointed, elf-like features, extremely pale skin and greasy blond hair, though they vary by age. The youngest is about nine, and the oldest looks to be in his seventies, but it is hard to tell
The voice is a young woman with deep brown skin and black hair tied into a ponytail, with tattoos down her bare arms. She nods in greeting. “World clones… this may prove my point that we have creators…” She muses.
'Creators? Almost certainly' says the spokesman of the pack. 'I was the first here to get onto this ship, and wherever it docked, I'd go off and find my bro. Most of them came with, it can be lonely living the lives we were in. Not like we got much to lose'
“Curious, curious.” She says. “The nature of the multiverse is quite interesting. But, why did you choose the air vent to stay?”
'Reminded us of home' the whole gang speak in unison, then look at each other and burst out laughing
She chuckles. “Then you have similar souls. I would request for you to maybe leave, but I won’t force you, and if the crew comes around, I’ll tell them you left.”
'Good good. Wouldn't want anyone bad to find us. Or to get thrown out into space. You a member of the crew, then?'
“Nah. I do favors for them occasionally, enough to get by, but I don’t listen to their slimy council or captain.”
'Fair enough, we don't listen to them either. Couldn't even tell ya what his name was. In our network, there are no leaders, and not too much respect for them, unless we got to grovel to stay alive. How it's always been for us, but back home it was alone'
“You have a whole network of… what should I call you guys?”
'I don't know, the... um, Air Vent Bros? Not particularly imaginative, but it's what we are.' The nine-year-old kid offers the woman a candy
“Sorry, people aren’t supposed to get in the air vent.” The voice says apologetically.
'Where we supposed to be? Nowhere's better, and ya can get around pretty much anywhere. Right, guys?' Sounds of agreement can be heard in the darkness beyond. 'Ya can come in if ya want, maybe we can change ya mind?'
“The crew would like you to leave. They sent me to tell you.”
'Aww come on. We'll leave, all get off at the next planet, unless you don't want to cause a multiversal incident'
“This is starting to look weird. May I come in?”
'Sure ya can!'
When the voice enters, they find themself in a cramped little den filled with cushions, blankets, and random junk items ranging from medieval weaponry and magic books to computers and laser guns. Lounging around the place is a pack of .... clones? Most of them look near-identical, with pointed, elf-like features, extremely pale skin and greasy blond hair, though they vary by age. The youngest is about nine, and the oldest looks to be in his seventies, but it is hard to tell
The voice is a young woman with deep brown skin and black hair tied into a ponytail, with tattoos down her bare arms. She nods in greeting. “World clones… this may prove my point that we have creators…” She muses.
'Creators? Almost certainly' says the spokesman of the pack. 'I was the first here to get onto this ship, and wherever it docked, I'd go off and find my bro. Most of them came with, it can be lonely living the lives we were in. Not like we got much to lose'
“Curious, curious.” She says. “The nature of the multiverse is quite interesting. But, why did you choose the air vent to stay?”
'Reminded us of home' the whole gang speak in unison, then look at each other and burst out laughing
She chuckles. “Then you have similar souls. I would request for you to maybe leave, but I won’t force you, and if the crew comes around, I’ll tell them you left.”
'Good good. Wouldn't want anyone bad to find us. Or to get thrown out into space. You a member of the crew, then?'
“Nah. I do favors for them occasionally, enough to get by, but I don’t listen to their slimy council or captain.”
'Fair enough, we don't listen to them either. Couldn't even tell ya what his name was. In our network, there are no leaders, and not too much respect for them, unless we got to grovel to stay alive. How it's always been for us, but back home it was alone'
“You have a whole network of… what should I call you guys?”
'I don't know, the... um, Air Vent Bros? Not particularly imaginative, but it's what we are.' The nine-year-old kid offers the woman a candy
She takes it, nodding. “Air Vent Bros. Well, it fits.”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds. But I’ll try my best!
Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
“Sorry, people aren’t supposed to get in the air vent.” The voice says apologetically.
'Where we supposed to be? Nowhere's better, and ya can get around pretty much anywhere. Right, guys?' Sounds of agreement can be heard in the darkness beyond. 'Ya can come in if ya want, maybe we can change ya mind?'
“The crew would like you to leave. They sent me to tell you.”
'Aww come on. We'll leave, all get off at the next planet, unless you don't want to cause a multiversal incident'
“This is starting to look weird. May I come in?”
'Sure ya can!'
When the voice enters, they find themself in a cramped little den filled with cushions, blankets, and random junk items ranging from medieval weaponry and magic books to computers and laser guns. Lounging around the place is a pack of .... clones? Most of them look near-identical, with pointed, elf-like features, extremely pale skin and greasy blond hair, though they vary by age. The youngest is about nine, and the oldest looks to be in his seventies, but it is hard to tell
The voice is a young woman with deep brown skin and black hair tied into a ponytail, with tattoos down her bare arms. She nods in greeting. “World clones… this may prove my point that we have creators…” She muses.
'Creators? Almost certainly' says the spokesman of the pack. 'I was the first here to get onto this ship, and wherever it docked, I'd go off and find my bro. Most of them came with, it can be lonely living the lives we were in. Not like we got much to lose'
“Curious, curious.” She says. “The nature of the multiverse is quite interesting. But, why did you choose the air vent to stay?”
'Reminded us of home' the whole gang speak in unison, then look at each other and burst out laughing
She chuckles. “Then you have similar souls. I would request for you to maybe leave, but I won’t force you, and if the crew comes around, I’ll tell them you left.”
'Good good. Wouldn't want anyone bad to find us. Or to get thrown out into space. You a member of the crew, then?'
“Nah. I do favors for them occasionally, enough to get by, but I don’t listen to their slimy council or captain.”
'Fair enough, we don't listen to them either. Couldn't even tell ya what his name was. In our network, there are no leaders, and not too much respect for them, unless we got to grovel to stay alive. How it's always been for us, but back home it was alone'
“You have a whole network of… what should I call you guys?”
'I don't know, the... um, Air Vent Bros? Not particularly imaginative, but it's what we are.' The nine-year-old kid offers the woman a candy
She takes it, nodding. “Air Vent Bros. Well, it fits.”
'Yeah it does. Like how we fit in here.' They laugh amongst themselves. The candy is past its sell-by date but still tastes okay. 'We kinda like it here cause nobody comes knocking. Except for you, ya know, but ya seem to be one of the good ones. Surface-dwellers, or whatever the heck we'd call ya on a ship, don't tend to like us.'
'Especially the guy with the red glasses' calls out the kid
“Sorry, people aren’t supposed to get in the air vent.” The voice says apologetically.
'Where we supposed to be? Nowhere's better, and ya can get around pretty much anywhere. Right, guys?' Sounds of agreement can be heard in the darkness beyond. 'Ya can come in if ya want, maybe we can change ya mind?'
“The crew would like you to leave. They sent me to tell you.”
'Aww come on. We'll leave, all get off at the next planet, unless you don't want to cause a multiversal incident'
“This is starting to look weird. May I come in?”
'Sure ya can!'
When the voice enters, they find themself in a cramped little den filled with cushions, blankets, and random junk items ranging from medieval weaponry and magic books to computers and laser guns. Lounging around the place is a pack of .... clones? Most of them look near-identical, with pointed, elf-like features, extremely pale skin and greasy blond hair, though they vary by age. The youngest is about nine, and the oldest looks to be in his seventies, but it is hard to tell
The voice is a young woman with deep brown skin and black hair tied into a ponytail, with tattoos down her bare arms. She nods in greeting. “World clones… this may prove my point that we have creators…” She muses.
'Creators? Almost certainly' says the spokesman of the pack. 'I was the first here to get onto this ship, and wherever it docked, I'd go off and find my bro. Most of them came with, it can be lonely living the lives we were in. Not like we got much to lose'
“Curious, curious.” She says. “The nature of the multiverse is quite interesting. But, why did you choose the air vent to stay?”
'Reminded us of home' the whole gang speak in unison, then look at each other and burst out laughing
She chuckles. “Then you have similar souls. I would request for you to maybe leave, but I won’t force you, and if the crew comes around, I’ll tell them you left.”
'Good good. Wouldn't want anyone bad to find us. Or to get thrown out into space. You a member of the crew, then?'
“Nah. I do favors for them occasionally, enough to get by, but I don’t listen to their slimy council or captain.”
'Fair enough, we don't listen to them either. Couldn't even tell ya what his name was. In our network, there are no leaders, and not too much respect for them, unless we got to grovel to stay alive. How it's always been for us, but back home it was alone'
“You have a whole network of… what should I call you guys?”
'I don't know, the... um, Air Vent Bros? Not particularly imaginative, but it's what we are.' The nine-year-old kid offers the woman a candy
She takes it, nodding. “Air Vent Bros. Well, it fits.”
'Yeah it does. Like how we fit in here.' They laugh amongst themselves. The candy is past its sell-by date but still tastes okay. 'We kinda like it here cause nobody comes knocking. Except for you, ya know, but ya seem to be one of the good ones. Surface-dwellers, or whatever the heck we'd call ya on a ship, don't tend to like us.'
'Especially the guy with the red glasses' calls out the kid
“The guy with the red glasses?”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds. But I’ll try my best!
Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
“Sorry, people aren’t supposed to get in the air vent.” The voice says apologetically.
'Where we supposed to be? Nowhere's better, and ya can get around pretty much anywhere. Right, guys?' Sounds of agreement can be heard in the darkness beyond. 'Ya can come in if ya want, maybe we can change ya mind?'
“The crew would like you to leave. They sent me to tell you.”
'Aww come on. We'll leave, all get off at the next planet, unless you don't want to cause a multiversal incident'
“This is starting to look weird. May I come in?”
'Sure ya can!'
When the voice enters, they find themself in a cramped little den filled with cushions, blankets, and random junk items ranging from medieval weaponry and magic books to computers and laser guns. Lounging around the place is a pack of .... clones? Most of them look near-identical, with pointed, elf-like features, extremely pale skin and greasy blond hair, though they vary by age. The youngest is about nine, and the oldest looks to be in his seventies, but it is hard to tell
The voice is a young woman with deep brown skin and black hair tied into a ponytail, with tattoos down her bare arms. She nods in greeting. “World clones… this may prove my point that we have creators…” She muses.
'Creators? Almost certainly' says the spokesman of the pack. 'I was the first here to get onto this ship, and wherever it docked, I'd go off and find my bro. Most of them came with, it can be lonely living the lives we were in. Not like we got much to lose'
“Curious, curious.” She says. “The nature of the multiverse is quite interesting. But, why did you choose the air vent to stay?”
'Reminded us of home' the whole gang speak in unison, then look at each other and burst out laughing
She chuckles. “Then you have similar souls. I would request for you to maybe leave, but I won’t force you, and if the crew comes around, I’ll tell them you left.”
'Good good. Wouldn't want anyone bad to find us. Or to get thrown out into space. You a member of the crew, then?'
“Nah. I do favors for them occasionally, enough to get by, but I don’t listen to their slimy council or captain.”
'Fair enough, we don't listen to them either. Couldn't even tell ya what his name was. In our network, there are no leaders, and not too much respect for them, unless we got to grovel to stay alive. How it's always been for us, but back home it was alone'
“You have a whole network of… what should I call you guys?”
'I don't know, the... um, Air Vent Bros? Not particularly imaginative, but it's what we are.' The nine-year-old kid offers the woman a candy
She takes it, nodding. “Air Vent Bros. Well, it fits.”
'Yeah it does. Like how we fit in here.' They laugh amongst themselves. The candy is past its sell-by date but still tastes okay. 'We kinda like it here cause nobody comes knocking. Except for you, ya know, but ya seem to be one of the good ones. Surface-dwellers, or whatever the heck we'd call ya on a ship, don't tend to like us.'
'Especially the guy with the red glasses' calls out the kid
“The guy with the red glasses?”
'Yeah. He tries to get us! Most of us here have seen him in our home worlds. Link says that in his world, he's a cop. Luther says he's a psycho murderer! Old Slink reckons he's a demon, and so does Linward. I don't know who he is, but won't be catching me!'
“Sorry, people aren’t supposed to get in the air vent.” The voice says apologetically.
'Where we supposed to be? Nowhere's better, and ya can get around pretty much anywhere. Right, guys?' Sounds of agreement can be heard in the darkness beyond. 'Ya can come in if ya want, maybe we can change ya mind?'
“The crew would like you to leave. They sent me to tell you.”
'Aww come on. We'll leave, all get off at the next planet, unless you don't want to cause a multiversal incident'
“This is starting to look weird. May I come in?”
'Sure ya can!'
When the voice enters, they find themself in a cramped little den filled with cushions, blankets, and random junk items ranging from medieval weaponry and magic books to computers and laser guns. Lounging around the place is a pack of .... clones? Most of them look near-identical, with pointed, elf-like features, extremely pale skin and greasy blond hair, though they vary by age. The youngest is about nine, and the oldest looks to be in his seventies, but it is hard to tell
The voice is a young woman with deep brown skin and black hair tied into a ponytail, with tattoos down her bare arms. She nods in greeting. “World clones… this may prove my point that we have creators…” She muses.
'Creators? Almost certainly' says the spokesman of the pack. 'I was the first here to get onto this ship, and wherever it docked, I'd go off and find my bro. Most of them came with, it can be lonely living the lives we were in. Not like we got much to lose'
“Curious, curious.” She says. “The nature of the multiverse is quite interesting. But, why did you choose the air vent to stay?”
'Reminded us of home' the whole gang speak in unison, then look at each other and burst out laughing
She chuckles. “Then you have similar souls. I would request for you to maybe leave, but I won’t force you, and if the crew comes around, I’ll tell them you left.”
'Good good. Wouldn't want anyone bad to find us. Or to get thrown out into space. You a member of the crew, then?'
“Nah. I do favors for them occasionally, enough to get by, but I don’t listen to their slimy council or captain.”
'Fair enough, we don't listen to them either. Couldn't even tell ya what his name was. In our network, there are no leaders, and not too much respect for them, unless we got to grovel to stay alive. How it's always been for us, but back home it was alone'
“You have a whole network of… what should I call you guys?”
'I don't know, the... um, Air Vent Bros? Not particularly imaginative, but it's what we are.' The nine-year-old kid offers the woman a candy
She takes it, nodding. “Air Vent Bros. Well, it fits.”
'Yeah it does. Like how we fit in here.' They laugh amongst themselves. The candy is past its sell-by date but still tastes okay. 'We kinda like it here cause nobody comes knocking. Except for you, ya know, but ya seem to be one of the good ones. Surface-dwellers, or whatever the heck we'd call ya on a ship, don't tend to like us.'
'Especially the guy with the red glasses' calls out the kid
“The guy with the red glasses?”
'Yeah. He tries to get us! Most of us here have seen him in our home worlds. Link says that in his world, he's a cop. Luther says he's a psycho murderer! Old Slink reckons he's a demon, and so does Linward. I don't know who he is, but won't be catching me!'
“Are there multiple of him too?” She asks, tilting her head to the side.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds. But I’ll try my best!
“Sorry, people aren’t supposed to get in the air vent.” The voice says apologetically.
'Where we supposed to be? Nowhere's better, and ya can get around pretty much anywhere. Right, guys?' Sounds of agreement can be heard in the darkness beyond. 'Ya can come in if ya want, maybe we can change ya mind?'
“The crew would like you to leave. They sent me to tell you.”
'Aww come on. We'll leave, all get off at the next planet, unless you don't want to cause a multiversal incident'
“This is starting to look weird. May I come in?”
'Sure ya can!'
When the voice enters, they find themself in a cramped little den filled with cushions, blankets, and random junk items ranging from medieval weaponry and magic books to computers and laser guns. Lounging around the place is a pack of .... clones? Most of them look near-identical, with pointed, elf-like features, extremely pale skin and greasy blond hair, though they vary by age. The youngest is about nine, and the oldest looks to be in his seventies, but it is hard to tell
The voice is a young woman with deep brown skin and black hair tied into a ponytail, with tattoos down her bare arms. She nods in greeting. “World clones… this may prove my point that we have creators…” She muses.
'Creators? Almost certainly' says the spokesman of the pack. 'I was the first here to get onto this ship, and wherever it docked, I'd go off and find my bro. Most of them came with, it can be lonely living the lives we were in. Not like we got much to lose'
“Curious, curious.” She says. “The nature of the multiverse is quite interesting. But, why did you choose the air vent to stay?”
'Reminded us of home' the whole gang speak in unison, then look at each other and burst out laughing
She chuckles. “Then you have similar souls. I would request for you to maybe leave, but I won’t force you, and if the crew comes around, I’ll tell them you left.”
'Good good. Wouldn't want anyone bad to find us. Or to get thrown out into space. You a member of the crew, then?'
“Nah. I do favors for them occasionally, enough to get by, but I don’t listen to their slimy council or captain.”
'Fair enough, we don't listen to them either. Couldn't even tell ya what his name was. In our network, there are no leaders, and not too much respect for them, unless we got to grovel to stay alive. How it's always been for us, but back home it was alone'
“You have a whole network of… what should I call you guys?”
'I don't know, the... um, Air Vent Bros? Not particularly imaginative, but it's what we are.' The nine-year-old kid offers the woman a candy
She takes it, nodding. “Air Vent Bros. Well, it fits.”
'Yeah it does. Like how we fit in here.' They laugh amongst themselves. The candy is past its sell-by date but still tastes okay. 'We kinda like it here cause nobody comes knocking. Except for you, ya know, but ya seem to be one of the good ones. Surface-dwellers, or whatever the heck we'd call ya on a ship, don't tend to like us.'
'Especially the guy with the red glasses' calls out the kid
“The guy with the red glasses?”
'Yeah. He tries to get us! Most of us here have seen him in our home worlds. Link says that in his world, he's a cop. Luther says he's a psycho murderer! Old Slink reckons he's a demon, and so does Linward. I don't know who he is, but won't be catching me!'
“Are there multiple of him too?” She asks, tilting her head to the side.
'Yeah! Hope he's not on the ship. Lol! If he is, he won't find us. He's claustro phobic, whatever that means. We're nice and safe here. Wait, how did you find us?'
“Sorry, people aren’t supposed to get in the air vent.” The voice says apologetically.
'Where we supposed to be? Nowhere's better, and ya can get around pretty much anywhere. Right, guys?' Sounds of agreement can be heard in the darkness beyond. 'Ya can come in if ya want, maybe we can change ya mind?'
“The crew would like you to leave. They sent me to tell you.”
'Aww come on. We'll leave, all get off at the next planet, unless you don't want to cause a multiversal incident'
“This is starting to look weird. May I come in?”
'Sure ya can!'
When the voice enters, they find themself in a cramped little den filled with cushions, blankets, and random junk items ranging from medieval weaponry and magic books to computers and laser guns. Lounging around the place is a pack of .... clones? Most of them look near-identical, with pointed, elf-like features, extremely pale skin and greasy blond hair, though they vary by age. The youngest is about nine, and the oldest looks to be in his seventies, but it is hard to tell
The voice is a young woman with deep brown skin and black hair tied into a ponytail, with tattoos down her bare arms. She nods in greeting. “World clones… this may prove my point that we have creators…” She muses.
'Creators? Almost certainly' says the spokesman of the pack. 'I was the first here to get onto this ship, and wherever it docked, I'd go off and find my bro. Most of them came with, it can be lonely living the lives we were in. Not like we got much to lose'
“Curious, curious.” She says. “The nature of the multiverse is quite interesting. But, why did you choose the air vent to stay?”
'Reminded us of home' the whole gang speak in unison, then look at each other and burst out laughing
She chuckles. “Then you have similar souls. I would request for you to maybe leave, but I won’t force you, and if the crew comes around, I’ll tell them you left.”
'Good good. Wouldn't want anyone bad to find us. Or to get thrown out into space. You a member of the crew, then?'
“Nah. I do favors for them occasionally, enough to get by, but I don’t listen to their slimy council or captain.”
'Fair enough, we don't listen to them either. Couldn't even tell ya what his name was. In our network, there are no leaders, and not too much respect for them, unless we got to grovel to stay alive. How it's always been for us, but back home it was alone'
“You have a whole network of… what should I call you guys?”
'I don't know, the... um, Air Vent Bros? Not particularly imaginative, but it's what we are.' The nine-year-old kid offers the woman a candy
She takes it, nodding. “Air Vent Bros. Well, it fits.”
'Yeah it does. Like how we fit in here.' They laugh amongst themselves. The candy is past its sell-by date but still tastes okay. 'We kinda like it here cause nobody comes knocking. Except for you, ya know, but ya seem to be one of the good ones. Surface-dwellers, or whatever the heck we'd call ya on a ship, don't tend to like us.'
'Especially the guy with the red glasses' calls out the kid
“The guy with the red glasses?”
'Yeah. He tries to get us! Most of us here have seen him in our home worlds. Link says that in his world, he's a cop. Luther says he's a psycho murderer! Old Slink reckons he's a demon, and so does Linward. I don't know who he is, but won't be catching me!'
“Are there multiple of him too?” She asks, tilting her head to the side.
'Yeah! Hope he's not on the ship. Lol! If he is, he won't find us. He's claustro phobic, whatever that means. We're nice and safe here. Wait, how did you find us?'
“You’re really loud.” She says bluntly.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds. But I’ll try my best!
Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
'Fair enough, we don't listen to them either. Couldn't even tell ya what his name was. In our network, there are no leaders, and not too much respect for them, unless we got to grovel to stay alive. How it's always been for us, but back home it was alone'
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“You have a whole network of… what should I call you guys?”
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'I don't know, the... um, Air Vent Bros? Not particularly imaginative, but it's what we are.' The nine-year-old kid offers the woman a candy
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She takes it, nodding. “Air Vent Bros. Well, it fits.”
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*Hello!*
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
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'Yeah it does. Like how we fit in here.' They laugh amongst themselves. The candy is past its sell-by date but still tastes okay. 'We kinda like it here cause nobody comes knocking. Except for you, ya know, but ya seem to be one of the good ones. Surface-dwellers, or whatever the heck we'd call ya on a ship, don't tend to like us.'
'Especially the guy with the red glasses' calls out the kid
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“The guy with the red glasses?”
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*Hi!*
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*Wanna RP?*
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*Wanna RP?*
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*Sure! Who want?*
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'Yeah. He tries to get us! Most of us here have seen him in our home worlds. Link says that in his world, he's a cop. Luther says he's a psycho murderer! Old Slink reckons he's a demon, and so does Linward. I don't know who he is, but won't be catching me!'
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“Are there multiple of him too?” She asks, tilting her head to the side.
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'Yeah! Hope he's not on the ship. Lol! If he is, he won't find us. He's claustro phobic, whatever that means. We're nice and safe here. Wait, how did you find us?'
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“You’re really loud.” She says bluntly.
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*Ack, sorry, I'm back, uhhhh, who do you have?*
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
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'Yeah, guess so. Flint plays the ukulele for us, so we can all sing our favourite song. Guess the sound carries. You like music?'
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In every other room, there is a statue of an angel holding a real gemstone, the colors varying.
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“Not particularly. I prefer the visual arts.”
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