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+AF: …!!

Your eyes shoot open, bright light swelling into your world, confusion and haze meld as your eyes adjust themselves to find… your cabin ceiling. Confusion and relief at once flow through your system. You felt awful, despite the plush mattress and cool sheets. You let out a small moan only to stop mid way as your throat erupted with pain.

Right… no noises for a while. But still… how did you get home? More than that, who had taken your cloths? You drew hand up to your tender neck only to draw back in confusion. It seemed as though someone checked on the extent of your damage under your turtle necked unitard. A clear medicinal balm was smeared on the bruise and now on the tips of your fingers from the touch. The balm was hardly noticeable on your transparent fingers, but it smelled strong. You raised your arm all the way up and out of the covers, giving it a look.

The fade had just about reached your bicep. You gave a mental sigh and let the arm drop with a dull thump back to the bed. You could smile if you didn’t feel so drained. Perhaps you were safe but who new. Still fading. Maybe your toes had started too. You could close you eyes a moment but something else occurred to you. Where was N?  She should have been on your bed. Carefully you turned your head, hissing with the small motion. But it was alright. Your plush was sitting, propped up on the chair beside your bed. You actually did give it a smile before you let yourself drift back into merciful sleep.

((I was cleaning up my inbox, found a lot of things I never saw, but also… I have a ton of kid requests I still need to do.))
((In case anybody was wondering why I’ve been kinda inactive the past few days, I’mma bring this back. Damn you life, damn you.))

((In case anybody was wondering why I’ve been kinda inactive the past few days, I’mma bring this back. Damn you life, damn you.))

In the spirit of Halloween, what type of monster could you see me as?
I FEEL REALLY TERRIBLE FOR ANI RIGHT NOW D:
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BIT: Ani...? Are you okay?

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You were staring at your hand with a grimace. The fingers down to the palm glowed in a soft clear and iridescent shape, flicking ever so slightly. It couldn’t be but yet you mean maybe? Or… your brows were knit with worry. You so wrapped up in your own thoughts that you failed to hear the soft footfalls of running shoes approach behind you behind you until a voice pipped up, warm and familiar. You gave a small squeak, whipping around to face the person, your fading hand snapping behind your back to hide as you raise your other in an all too quick greeting. 

It was Bit. And he was looking at you with worry. He didn’t see… did he? No, he couldn’t of… right?

+AF: Bit! Ah y-yeah, Yes!

+AF: I mean I’m okay good, fit as a fiddle!

You give a nervous laugh, your hidden hand clinching into a fist as your nerves got the better of you. You didn’t want to worry your friend so maybe you could just…just maybe get a glove before he noticed?

+AF: W-why do you ask?

Well, try to say he’s “all about running” right in front of him like this. He’d probably stab you.

And there he kneeled, powerless… Enraged… Hopeless… Consumed by his anger to transform him into something else… His own fear… His reddened eyes glance up at the fleeing Ani in fury. But he was vulnerable at the moment and he could do nothing. But what could he do? Escape. His red facade began to change him again, but only his clothes… Something more sinister… Ah, yes. That’s more like it.

But there his still this faint spark inside of him wanting to grow. That spark of life… Trapped within a cage of suppression and frustration…

BIT isn’t what he used to be… He is something much newer… Maybe even better.

Once he regained himself, he flies up into the air. A trail of bright red instead of his signature rainbow…

Pfft. Forget about her. This is all about him now!

You panted, finally running to the end of your frayed rope. The tears that had cascaded down your cheeks were beginning to dry as you had depleted yourself. You were tired. You had let yourself slip, abandoned you exercises while you curled up in the cool darkness of your cabin for all that time. You hardly even ate right.

But that was no time to look at the candle burning at both ends as you petered to a stop, your throat burning, bruises forming. You glanced back with cautious eyes, expecting to see him on your tail, but to your surprise there was no one. Perhaps you had kicked him harder than you thought. You winced just thinking about it.

Perhaps you had jumped the gun on the running bit. You knew he was fast but there was more too it. A heavy breath still wheezed coarsely from your parted lips. Your head felt like lead and slush, aching from crying, from lack of air, from everything. You pulled yourself to a outcrop of rocks, your eyes heavy. The fade had crawled an inch more up your arm but you did your best to ignore your outlined appendage. As you nestled yourself under the rocks, hopefully unable to be spotted you let yourself sink back, curling into a ball.

A moment later a wave of quiet dry sobs wracked your chest. You were scared, you were so scared and you didn’t know what was happening. Perhaps he did never really care. Perhaps you were a shiny glass object that caught the sun rays. Either way you felt chipped. You wanted to hate him. You really did, but you can’t bring yourself to it readily. They never listen. This is why you shouldn’t speak Ani, you shouldn’t fight.

What in heavens name had been created?

You think as you start to slip away into sleep. You didn’t care if he was even still looking for you. Probably gave up on you. You give a snort, finding a sense of irony beneath it all. You held your legs, getting off this rock would have to wait. You were too drained, too tired, too faded.

BIT: Ani...? Are you okay?

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You were staring at your hand with a grimace. The fingers down to the palm glowed in a soft clear and iridescent shape, flicking ever so slightly. It couldn’t be but yet you mean maybe? Or… your brows were knit with worry. You so wrapped up in your own thoughts that you failed to hear the soft footfalls of running shoes approach behind you behind you until a voice pipped up, warm and familiar. You gave a small squeak, whipping around to face the person, your fading hand snapping behind your back to hide as you raise your other in an all too quick greeting. 

It was Bit. And he was looking at you with worry. He didn’t see… did he? No, he couldn’t of… right?

+AF: Bit! Ah y-yeah, Yes!

+AF: I mean I’m okay good, fit as a fiddle!

You give a nervous laugh, your hidden hand clinching into a fist as your nerves got the better of you. You didn’t want to worry your friend so maybe you could just…just maybe get a glove before he noticed?

+AF: W-why do you ask?

And with that kick he releases Ani, down on his knees in pain. This gives him times for his mind to scatter. Where is the old him? The BIT we used to love? The BIT that was always there for his friends?

He’s gone… No more Mr. Nice Guy…

His is drained of his kindness…

All there is left is rage.

Relief floods your system as the blow lands, sending Bit crumpling to the floor. As soon as his grip slips away, you catch yourself from toppling while your hands flying to the tender skin of your neck. You gasp in a lungful of air. Color seeped away from your face, replaced with a full flushed look as blood rushed back in. The world swirled a moment, your brain was on a high as the rush of oxygen met your head. Pain throb on and around the area, some small part of your mind noting that this was probably gonna bruise. Tears pricked your eyes once more as you winced. Coughing you, give the temporarily crippled Bit a glance, hist red something or other was flaring as he cringed inward. What on LoLaT was happening?

You spin on your heels. Run. You needed to run. You needed to gain some distance from this psycho.

With quick succession your feet carry you, tip tip tip tip as they slap against the ground. Breathing hurt, ever lung full of air dragging through your poor squeezed trachea. Your mind tried to collect itself.You didn’t want to fight, you didn’t want to fight. You- your thoughts are cut short as you catch glimpse of your  swinging as you run. The arm. The fading had spread, traveling up to the end of your forearm now. You swallowed harshly. What was happening to you…? You shake the thought and pound your feet to the floor. Run. Part of you could laugh. You were trying to out run a fandom all about running. But what choice did you have… you couldn’t… or else… You curse lightly under your breath. 

((In light of recent events of “The Fade”))

((In light of recent events of “The Fade”))

BIT: Ani...? Are you okay?

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You were staring at your hand with a grimace. The fingers down to the palm glowed in a soft clear and iridescent shape, flicking ever so slightly. It couldn’t be but yet you mean maybe? Or… your brows were knit with worry. You so wrapped up in your own thoughts that you failed to hear the soft footfalls of running shoes approach behind you behind you until a voice pipped up, warm and familiar. You gave a small squeak, whipping around to face the person, your fading hand snapping behind your back to hide as you raise your other in an all too quick greeting. 

It was Bit. And he was looking at you with worry. He didn’t see… did he? No, he couldn’t of… right?

+AF: Bit! Ah y-yeah, Yes!

+AF: I mean I’m okay good, fit as a fiddle!

You give a nervous laugh, your hidden hand clinching into a fist as your nerves got the better of you. You didn’t want to worry your friend so maybe you could just…just maybe get a glove before he noticed?

+AF: W-why do you ask?

BIT: B҉U̶̕T̶͡.̶͟W̵̕H́AT́.̛Ḑ̴̛Ǫ͟͝.̕͢Y̢͜O̡҉U͡͏.̨K̷͢N̶̴͏OW̕.͘̕A̴B͡OŲ͢͞T͟͜.̧M͡E͟͢͠?̷! ̡HU̴H?҉́!̶ ̕͟͠NO͢҉TH̨ING͢! ̧

BIT: I̴̢.̷͟͝W̷̨A̷̴͟Ş͢.̛͢͝TR̨Y̧͠I̸N̵̡G̵͡.̨Ţ́O̵̴.K͜͠E̕҉E̢̨̡P̷̨.Ý͞O͘҉̶Ų̧.̷̧͝S̕A͟F̛͜E̴͟͝.̨A̶̢͡N̴D͟.HAP̸̡̧P̶͝Y̕.͠A̛N̶̢D.NÓ͜͞W̴.̛҉YO̕U̸.̷͠ARE̸̢.Ś̛T̴̶A͜B̴͞͠B̢̧IN̨G͞.҉M͞É.͜͡I̛̛N̸͠.̛T̶̕HE̢͡.B̸̴҉A͘C̷̡͢K̴?!̢́

The red facade still surrounds him as he lands on the ground and grabs Ani in a choke-hold.

BIT: À̴LL̡.̶͢T҉H̛O̧Ş͜҉Ȩ.҉̴͠MOḾ̡͠E҉N̡T̵̸͡S̷͏.͢͠ ̡̀͠WASTE̶D̵.̵

BIT: D̡̡́O͘.̴҉Y̷O̡Ư̵.̸S͟͠E̕͝E̴.̷H̵̸͠O̵̡Ẁ.M̵U̴̢C͘H͘.̢̀I̸͝.͝T̸̡R̴̶ÌE̡͘D.̸͠T̀͠Ơ̴.̵͏͞K̶͟EÉ̶̛P̀.̷̛NOT.̴̧O͘͟͞NL̴̶͝Y.̧́ÝǪ͘͡Ù.̶͘B̡҉U̸T̷.̸̢E̴V̸͟E̸̵R͏Y̸̸O͝N͡Ę̷.I.̀͞K̷̴NO̷̧̕W.̕͜S̀͞AF̴̕E̶?!

He has become what he fear he would…

+AF: More than you do about me, that’s my point!

You gave a low growl, your hands shaking. Safe and happy? You weren’t a doll! You didn’t need some pretend pampered place. But his words had you reeling in emotions you could’t even put a name to.  How on earth were you-

+AF: Stabbing you in the-!?

You were cut off as Bit lowered himself, his hands shot out and closing around your throat. You choked on your words as your wind pipe was clenched shut, the pain on the sensitive flesh of your neck immense with the pressure. You hands shot up. Clawing at his wrists to let go. You see through fingers showing his fingers that hurt you with each dragged, clawing motion with your slender bare hands. You hadn’t even used an anima, you didn’t want to fight, or to hurt anyone physically but Bit seemed intent on it. 

+AF: b-I..t..

You try and say, your air coming out hard and pressed and barely even there. You give a slight whimper, a soft coo as you struggle for air. You looked at him through one open blue eye, the other squeezed shut in pain. Your face just started to turn the slightest shade pink. Moments wasted? Did he even see a friendship as worth it or a task? 

You needed to get away. He.. he was going to hurt you. He was going to kill you. While your feet were still planted on the ground and your legs were longer than his reach, you planted a foot and struck out a foot brutally, kicking him square in the groin in an attempt to escape.

BIT: Ani...? Are you okay?

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You were staring at your hand with a grimace. The fingers down to the palm glowed in a soft clear and iridescent shape, flicking ever so slightly. It couldn’t be but yet you mean maybe? Or… your brows were knit with worry. You so wrapped up in your own thoughts that you failed to hear the soft footfalls of running shoes approach behind you behind you until a voice pipped up, warm and familiar. You gave a small squeak, whipping around to face the person, your fading hand snapping behind your back to hide as you raise your other in an all too quick greeting. 

It was Bit. And he was looking at you with worry. He didn’t see… did he? No, he couldn’t of… right?

+AF: Bit! Ah y-yeah, Yes!

+AF: I mean I’m okay good, fit as a fiddle!

You give a nervous laugh, your hidden hand clinching into a fist as your nerves got the better of you. You didn’t want to worry your friend so maybe you could just…just maybe get a glove before he noticed?

+AF: W-why do you ask?

BIT: I….

He just sat there… Confused. He doesn’t understand…. He falls down and curls up in a fetal position… His eyes twitched. Is this what it’s like to be betrayed? This isn’t right! Sure, there’s Prototype who happens to be angry at him constantly! But Ani…?

Something breaks within him… If you looked closely, a hit of a red glow comes froms his eyes…

BIT: I… I.just.wanted.to…

BIT: To.h-help….

BIT: A-and…

A red facade consumes him, transforming him… He is lifted into the air, his fists clentched…

BIT: A̴҉͘N҉҉D̛͘͡.͡T̶̛͠H̨҉́I̷̵͘S̛.IS͝.W̴HA͘T͞.̨́I̵҉.̛G͘E҉͏T?҉͏͘!̧?̨͠͠!

You watch him, the series of emotions that slide across his face.  Confusion, hurt, and something else. You seethed inside. He still didn’t get it. This wasn’t about him. You were trying to say how you felt for once. But it always was about him. But as you look on his face melds into something dark.. something scary even. A crimson light. You take a step back, raising your arms to protect yourself as his broken words burst into a flurry of energy that burst forth, ruffling your hair with an aggressive impact of air.

You lower them slightly to see as Bit… a corrupted dangerous looking Bit rises in the air. His voice is mangled and angry and you feel dread wash down your back like ice water. This is what he gets? This is What he gets?! You ball your fists, thrusting them down at your sides as your cold icy glares daggers at him.

+AF: THIS IS WHAT YOU GET!? 

You yell, stamping your foot down onto the hard floor.

+AF: YOU ARE THE MOST IMMATURE, SPOILED, SELF-CENTERED BRAT. AND NOW YOU’RE THROWING A TEMPER TANTRUM BECAUSE I YELLED AT YOU?

+AF: Do you realize anything you’ve said to me, any time you’ve said something to me? It’s always You. How you want me to stay. To learn about you. To explore you. How you were just helping. How you’re sure of this, you’re sure of that. 

+AF: I’M NOT YOURS BIT.

You say, looking him straight in the eyes. Your shoulders lower as you stand definite. 

+AF: AND I NEVER WILL BE. You don’t know me. You’ve never actually tried to get to know me. You always just do what you think you know, or what you want.