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Please pass this on to everyone so that they are aware of the danger. I don’t how it is all around the world but I know it can’t just be here so please please spread the word. Thank you.

oh my god

I HAVE BEEN GETTING THIS TEXT REGULARLY FOR WEEKS

HOLY SHIT THANK GOD I DIDN’T

I’ve gotten a few of these. Never ever click a link from an unknown number!!!

oh yeahhhh, I saw that on snapchat. it’s been freakin’ EVERYWHERE lately. i haven’t been getting the text, luckily, but im still extremely cautious about it. shit’s scary.

not just girls, but boys and other genders have to be careful as well. this could happen to anyone. please be safe, my friends <3

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IF YOU’RE GUTS SAYS EH WOULDN’T DO THAT BUDDY. LISTEN. 

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Oh we’re reblolgging? Is that what we’re doing? Okie!

Sorry to bring this back but I just got a text like that today so. Protecting others means informing them.

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[Wh1l3 my actual nam3 is difff3r3nt, y0u sh0uld just call me CYN.]

She hums. A slight lie went a long ways. Her name wasn't Cyn, technically. But with her connection back to the others severed, it's better to pretend for now. Still sort of half hiding behind alt, pretending to be a scared worker drone.

Her head picked up, however. The sound of air shifting becoming apparent. That security drone was close.

Alt nods cautiously, "Ok...", and looks around, wondering when he could go back to his area and just.. go to bed

Cyn steps infront of him, grabbing his hand and starting to drag him along towards the library. Her internal sensors leading her like a bloodhound on a hunt as she sniffed out the security drone.

Annnnnnd then she bursts in the door, leading alt behind her.

she's not very quiet. Is she?

[Mod_Note: This is assuming said door is unlocked or otherwise openable. Otherwise, assume she bangs on said door, but doesnt come in.] @enigmaincrimson

As if on cue, Vanessa would sigh, put a marker into her book, placed it on the table for later… and immediately vanished with a flicker.

Hopefully nobody on the other end would mind suddenly being greeted by a six foot (1.83 meters) tall security drone with long wavy brown hair suddenly appearing out of nowhere just to well… stare at the visitors with those yellow eyes of hers as if reading them over.

"Okay, so Alt… who is this?" She'd ask, looking at him and back at the newcomer while keeping what she sees to herself… if only for now.

(I've been sitting on this response for awhile now.)

Alt gives a nervous smile and says, "She introduced herself as Cyn - I, uh, found her outside and she asked for help. I didn't really.. know what else to do, hehe..." He shifts his weight anxiously as he speaks

Minor TW: Arachnophobia

Alt stops and stares at the pod, eyes going hollow. This was greatly unexpected to her, but after a second longer, she calls out "uh, ahem, hello?", hoping this owner of the voice - and the.. burritos? - would be nice individuals

[Y0ur pr3s3nce f33ls familiarrrr, hm, hm hm hm.. p3rhaps y0u w3r3 0nc3 parrrt?]

[SYS.TEST_PING::"CALLBACK_PING"]

Her eye flashes with the familiar symbol yet again, her body rapidly contorting and twisting as she climbs out and over the wreckage of the pod, her spiders collecting around her and on her, clinging to her purple dress, which hung down onto the ice and snow beneath them.

In response to the callback ping, Alt's right eye turns yellow and he yelps in pain, covering it with his hands, his antenna curling behind his head in pain as his appearance seems to glitch slightly, dropping his clipboard and squeezing her eyes shut for a moment before opening the still-mint-green eye and saying confusedly "what the fu--zz was that?!"

[0n3 0f us! 0n3 0f us!]

[PPPPARtttt 0f th3 c0ll3ct1v3]

She stands up, slightly taller than alt, even in their disassembler form. as large fleshy cameras and tendrils snake outwards from her back, oil dripping onto the snow as they mutated into large serrated claws and fingers. Within her eye sockets sat multiple X crossed pupils, all of them shifting to look at Alt.

Alt looked up at this strange person with a concerned, somewhat frightened expression and quietly says "what...? What are you...?", hands hesitantly moving away from her visor

[1 am th3 0n3 h3r3 t0 fix thissss littleeee, plaaaan3t!]

She replies eagerly, humming a slight tune as she scuttled closer al all 4s, looking up at alt, before circling around her. Investigating their frame as they moved. Before promptly standing up behind them, leaning over their shoulder.

[And y0u w0uld d0 w3ll t0 f0ll0w m3.]

[SYS.CALLBACK_PING[STR(0.5)]]

Alt blinks, hard, in response to this second ping, before looking towards this supposed planet-fixer and asking "can I.. know why? I was kinda doing something...", antenna flipping to point vaguely towards Cyn

She giggles, body shifting as she circled around Alt again. Before popping back up infront of her. Eyes centering and splitting as they look directly at Alt. Skin pulled taught to her frame as she smiled, before speaking. [D0nt w0rry! W3 can f1n1sh whatev3r 1t is you're here to d0, but th3r3 is a l0t t0 b3 d0n3!]

Another giggle leaves her, as she snaps her fingers. Her spiders running over the ice to reach her.

Alt shrugs, squatting down to recollect her clipboard, "alright, I was almost done anyways. What exactly is it you want me for?" Alt tilts his head towards Cyn as he asks, standing back up with the clipboard

[1 n33d h3lp finding s0me0n3!]

[Myself, actually!]

[W0uld y0u happ3n t0 kn0w s0me0n3 nam3d [CYN] on this plllllan3t? 0r.. p3rhaps s0m30n3 that m1ght?]

She pauses, her body stiffening for a moment. Visor glitching out as her spiders run back to her, collecting around her form.

[SYSTEM.NOTICE]

[ATTEMPTING_SOFTWARE_UPDATE...]

[15%]

[25%]

[60%]

[70%]

[ERROR! ERROR! UNKN@$N F#$%I-]

[WARNING_IGNORED.]

[85%]

[UNKN@$O F#%$]

[WARNING_IGNORED]

[100%]

[SOFTWARE_UPGRADE COMPLETE.]

Her visor glitches, her body is wracked with a severe shaking. Which settles out after a long 2 minutes. Huffing as oil dripped from her mouth.

Her thoughts spiral out, everything seems to disconnect all at once. Her mind suddenly sharpening to an incredibly small space, as if she were suddenly thinking clearly, her mind unclouded by- [something], she suddenly felt so small. Disconnected.

She felt..

...she felt..

..hungry?

She shelved these feelings. Opting to continue with the mission at hand.

Alt stares awkwardly towards Cyn as she shakes, and for a long moment afterwards as well, his antenna pointing behind his head. After that final moment, however, Alt's antenna flip forwards and she says, "Vanessa might know? Back at the bunker." Alt's appearance glitches for a moment before abruptly changing to one more like that of a Worker Drone instead as she smiles hopefully.

[Van3ssa? I s33. And a bunk3r... hm? H0w intrigggguing.]

She didnt know the bunkers were still operational.

she hums a tune, her voice slowly pitching into something that sounded more appropriate to a worker drone. During this, a number of her spiders began projecting their camera-based eyes towards her. Her form shifting, glitching as metal shifted on her form like liquid, hiding the rotting skin and flowers into her form. She looked like a regular worker droid, albeit with some tattered clothing.

[If any0n3 asks y0u, y0u f0und m3 wand3ring ab0ut 0utside, and br0ught m3 back. Ar3 we cl3ear 0n this?]

She looks at Alt, waiting for confirmation before they start walking.

Alt stares at her, eyes hollow and smile gone, for a very long moment before they give a very large, nervous smile, nodding and saying "yeahhh. Yeah that's.. fine. Not too far from the truth yeah," stepping away before moving to lead the way towards the bunker, gesturing for Cyn to follow, a tight-lipped and worried expression on their face.

They walk in silence for some time before reaching the bunker, where Alt will say, "Well. Let's find Vanessa then." More quietly, Alt adds, "Or she'll find us maybe."

@enigmaincrimson

As for where a certain security drone was at the time... trying to find some relaxation after the last student council meeting... which was the typical exercise in frustration as expected.

So... she was sitting in the library, reading some old book and relaxing on a soft chair by the "fire" she had installed for ambiance while hoping things actually were calm for once.

But, of course, things weren't calm. Not really. As Alt lead Cyn into the bunker, he says "so. I never got your name, did I?", hoping some casual conversation could help calm his nerves for whatever was to happen when Vanessa and this strange Drone met...

[Wh1l3 my actual nam3 is difff3r3nt, y0u sh0uld just call me CYN.]

She hums. A slight lie went a long ways. Her name wasn't Cyn, technically. But with her connection back to the others severed, it's better to pretend for now. Still sort of half hiding behind alt, pretending to be a scared worker drone.

Her head picked up, however. The sound of air shifting becoming apparent. That security drone was close.

Alt nods cautiously, "Ok...", and looks around, wondering when he could go back to his area and just.. go to bed

Minor TW: Arachnophobia

Alt stops and stares at the pod, eyes going hollow. This was greatly unexpected to her, but after a second longer, she calls out "uh, ahem, hello?", hoping this owner of the voice - and the.. burritos? - would be nice individuals

[Y0ur pr3s3nce f33ls familiarrrr, hm, hm hm hm.. p3rhaps y0u w3r3 0nc3 parrrt?]

[SYS.TEST_PING::"CALLBACK_PING"]

Her eye flashes with the familiar symbol yet again, her body rapidly contorting and twisting as she climbs out and over the wreckage of the pod, her spiders collecting around her and on her, clinging to her purple dress, which hung down onto the ice and snow beneath them.

In response to the callback ping, Alt's right eye turns yellow and he yelps in pain, covering it with his hands, his antenna curling behind his head in pain as his appearance seems to glitch slightly, dropping his clipboard and squeezing her eyes shut for a moment before opening the still-mint-green eye and saying confusedly "what the fu--zz was that?!"

[0n3 0f us! 0n3 0f us!]

[PPPPARtttt 0f th3 c0ll3ct1v3]

She stands up, slightly taller than alt, even in their disassembler form. as large fleshy cameras and tendrils snake outwards from her back, oil dripping onto the snow as they mutated into large serrated claws and fingers. Within her eye sockets sat multiple X crossed pupils, all of them shifting to look at Alt.

Alt looked up at this strange person with a concerned, somewhat frightened expression and quietly says "what...? What are you...?", hands hesitantly moving away from her visor

[1 am th3 0n3 h3r3 t0 fix thissss littleeee, plaaaan3t!]

She replies eagerly, humming a slight tune as she scuttled closer al all 4s, looking up at alt, before circling around her. Investigating their frame as they moved. Before promptly standing up behind them, leaning over their shoulder.

[And y0u w0uld d0 w3ll t0 f0ll0w m3.]

[SYS.CALLBACK_PING[STR(0.5)]]

Alt blinks, hard, in response to this second ping, before looking towards this supposed planet-fixer and asking "can I.. know why? I was kinda doing something...", antenna flipping to point vaguely towards Cyn

She giggles, body shifting as she circled around Alt again. Before popping back up infront of her. Eyes centering and splitting as they look directly at Alt. Skin pulled taught to her frame as she smiled, before speaking. [D0nt w0rry! W3 can f1n1sh whatev3r 1t is you're here to d0, but th3r3 is a l0t t0 b3 d0n3!]

Another giggle leaves her, as she snaps her fingers. Her spiders running over the ice to reach her.

Alt shrugs, squatting down to recollect her clipboard, "alright, I was almost done anyways. What exactly is it you want me for?" Alt tilts his head towards Cyn as he asks, standing back up with the clipboard

[1 n33d h3lp finding s0me0n3!]

[Myself, actually!]

[W0uld y0u happ3n t0 kn0w s0me0n3 nam3d [CYN] on this plllllan3t? 0r.. p3rhaps s0m30n3 that m1ght?]

She pauses, her body stiffening for a moment. Visor glitching out as her spiders run back to her, collecting around her form.

[SYSTEM.NOTICE]

[ATTEMPTING_SOFTWARE_UPDATE...]

[15%]

[25%]

[60%]

[70%]

[ERROR! ERROR! UNKN@$N F#$%I-]

[WARNING_IGNORED.]

[85%]

[UNKN@$O F#%$]

[WARNING_IGNORED]

[100%]

[SOFTWARE_UPGRADE COMPLETE.]

Her visor glitches, her body is wracked with a severe shaking. Which settles out after a long 2 minutes. Huffing as oil dripped from her mouth.

Her thoughts spiral out, everything seems to disconnect all at once. Her mind suddenly sharpening to an incredibly small space, as if she were suddenly thinking clearly, her mind unclouded by- [something], she suddenly felt so small. Disconnected.

She felt..

...she felt..

..hungry?

She shelved these feelings. Opting to continue with the mission at hand.

Alt stares awkwardly towards Cyn as she shakes, and for a long moment afterwards as well, his antenna pointing behind his head. After that final moment, however, Alt's antenna flip forwards and she says, "Vanessa might know? Back at the bunker." Alt's appearance glitches for a moment before abruptly changing to one more like that of a Worker Drone instead as she smiles hopefully.

[Van3ssa? I s33. And a bunk3r... hm? H0w intrigggguing.]

She didnt know the bunkers were still operational.

she hums a tune, her voice slowly pitching into something that sounded more appropriate to a worker drone. During this, a number of her spiders began projecting their camera-based eyes towards her. Her form shifting, glitching as metal shifted on her form like liquid, hiding the rotting skin and flowers into her form. She looked like a regular worker droid, albeit with some tattered clothing.

[If any0n3 asks y0u, y0u f0und m3 wand3ring ab0ut 0utside, and br0ught m3 back. Ar3 we cl3ear 0n this?]

She looks at Alt, waiting for confirmation before they start walking.

Alt stares at her, eyes hollow and smile gone, for a very long moment before they give a very large, nervous smile, nodding and saying "yeahhh. Yeah that's.. fine. Not too far from the truth yeah," stepping away before moving to lead the way towards the bunker, gesturing for Cyn to follow, a tight-lipped and worried expression on their face.

They walk in silence for some time before reaching the bunker, where Alt will say, "Well. Let's find Vanessa then." More quietly, Alt adds, "Or she'll find us maybe."

@enigmaincrimson

As for where a certain security drone was at the time... trying to find some relaxation after the last student council meeting... which was the typical exercise in frustration as expected.

So... she was sitting in the library, reading some old book and relaxing on a soft chair by the "fire" she had installed for ambiance while hoping things actually were calm for once.

But, of course, things weren't calm. Not really. As Alt lead Cyn into the bunker, he says "so. I never got your name, did I?", hoping some casual conversation could help calm his nerves for whatever was to happen when Vanessa and this strange Drone met...

Minor TW: Arachnophobia

Alt stops and stares at the pod, eyes going hollow. This was greatly unexpected to her, but after a second longer, she calls out "uh, ahem, hello?", hoping this owner of the voice - and the.. burritos? - would be nice individuals

[Y0ur pr3s3nce f33ls familiarrrr, hm, hm hm hm.. p3rhaps y0u w3r3 0nc3 parrrt?]

[SYS.TEST_PING::"CALLBACK_PING"]

Her eye flashes with the familiar symbol yet again, her body rapidly contorting and twisting as she climbs out and over the wreckage of the pod, her spiders collecting around her and on her, clinging to her purple dress, which hung down onto the ice and snow beneath them.

In response to the callback ping, Alt's right eye turns yellow and he yelps in pain, covering it with his hands, his antenna curling behind his head in pain as his appearance seems to glitch slightly, dropping his clipboard and squeezing her eyes shut for a moment before opening the still-mint-green eye and saying confusedly "what the fu--zz was that?!"

[0n3 0f us! 0n3 0f us!]

[PPPPARtttt 0f th3 c0ll3ct1v3]

She stands up, slightly taller than alt, even in their disassembler form. as large fleshy cameras and tendrils snake outwards from her back, oil dripping onto the snow as they mutated into large serrated claws and fingers. Within her eye sockets sat multiple X crossed pupils, all of them shifting to look at Alt.

Alt looked up at this strange person with a concerned, somewhat frightened expression and quietly says "what...? What are you...?", hands hesitantly moving away from her visor

[1 am th3 0n3 h3r3 t0 fix thissss littleeee, plaaaan3t!]

She replies eagerly, humming a slight tune as she scuttled closer al all 4s, looking up at alt, before circling around her. Investigating their frame as they moved. Before promptly standing up behind them, leaning over their shoulder.

[And y0u w0uld d0 w3ll t0 f0ll0w m3.]

[SYS.CALLBACK_PING[STR(0.5)]]

Alt blinks, hard, in response to this second ping, before looking towards this supposed planet-fixer and asking "can I.. know why? I was kinda doing something...", antenna flipping to point vaguely towards Cyn

She giggles, body shifting as she circled around Alt again. Before popping back up infront of her. Eyes centering and splitting as they look directly at Alt. Skin pulled taught to her frame as she smiled, before speaking. [D0nt w0rry! W3 can f1n1sh whatev3r 1t is you're here to d0, but th3r3 is a l0t t0 b3 d0n3!]

Another giggle leaves her, as she snaps her fingers. Her spiders running over the ice to reach her.

Alt shrugs, squatting down to recollect her clipboard, "alright, I was almost done anyways. What exactly is it you want me for?" Alt tilts his head towards Cyn as he asks, standing back up with the clipboard

[1 n33d h3lp finding s0me0n3!]

[Myself, actually!]

[W0uld y0u happ3n t0 kn0w s0me0n3 nam3d [CYN] on this plllllan3t? 0r.. p3rhaps s0m30n3 that m1ght?]

She pauses, her body stiffening for a moment. Visor glitching out as her spiders run back to her, collecting around her form.

[SYSTEM.NOTICE]

[ATTEMPTING_SOFTWARE_UPDATE...]

[15%]

[25%]

[60%]

[70%]

[ERROR! ERROR! UNKN@$N F#$%I-]

[WARNING_IGNORED.]

[85%]

[UNKN@$O F#%$]

[WARNING_IGNORED]

[100%]

[SOFTWARE_UPGRADE COMPLETE.]

Her visor glitches, her body is wracked with a severe shaking. Which settles out after a long 2 minutes. Huffing as oil dripped from her mouth.

Her thoughts spiral out, everything seems to disconnect all at once. Her mind suddenly sharpening to an incredibly small space, as if she were suddenly thinking clearly, her mind unclouded by- [something], she suddenly felt so small. Disconnected.

She felt..

...she felt..

..hungry?

She shelved these feelings. Opting to continue with the mission at hand.

Alt stares awkwardly towards Cyn as she shakes, and for a long moment afterwards as well, his antenna pointing behind his head. After that final moment, however, Alt's antenna flip forwards and she says, "Vanessa might know? Back at the bunker." Alt's appearance glitches for a moment before abruptly changing to one more like that of a Worker Drone instead as she smiles hopefully.

[Van3ssa? I s33. And a bunk3r... hm? H0w intrigggguing.]

She didnt know the bunkers were still operational.

she hums a tune, her voice slowly pitching into something that sounded more appropriate to a worker drone. During this, a number of her spiders began projecting their camera-based eyes towards her. Her form shifting, glitching as metal shifted on her form like liquid, hiding the rotting skin and flowers into her form. She looked like a regular worker droid, albeit with some tattered clothing.

[If any0n3 asks y0u, y0u f0und m3 wand3ring ab0ut 0utside, and br0ught m3 back. Ar3 we cl3ear 0n this?]

She looks at Alt, waiting for confirmation before they start walking.

Alt stares at her, eyes hollow and smile gone, for a very long moment before they give a very large, nervous smile, nodding and saying "yeahhh. Yeah that's.. fine. Not too far from the truth yeah," stepping away before moving to lead the way towards the bunker, gesturing for Cyn to follow, a tight-lipped and worried expression on their face.

They walk in silence for some time before reaching the bunker, where Alt will say, "Well. Let's find Vanessa then." More quietly, Alt adds, "Or she'll find us maybe."

@enigmaincrimson

Minor TW: Arachnophobia

Alt stops and stares at the pod, eyes going hollow. This was greatly unexpected to her, but after a second longer, she calls out "uh, ahem, hello?", hoping this owner of the voice - and the.. burritos? - would be nice individuals

[Y0ur pr3s3nce f33ls familiarrrr, hm, hm hm hm.. p3rhaps y0u w3r3 0nc3 parrrt?]

[SYS.TEST_PING::"CALLBACK_PING"]

Her eye flashes with the familiar symbol yet again, her body rapidly contorting and twisting as she climbs out and over the wreckage of the pod, her spiders collecting around her and on her, clinging to her purple dress, which hung down onto the ice and snow beneath them.

In response to the callback ping, Alt's right eye turns yellow and he yelps in pain, covering it with his hands, his antenna curling behind his head in pain as his appearance seems to glitch slightly, dropping his clipboard and squeezing her eyes shut for a moment before opening the still-mint-green eye and saying confusedly "what the fu--zz was that?!"

[0n3 0f us! 0n3 0f us!]

[PPPPARtttt 0f th3 c0ll3ct1v3]

She stands up, slightly taller than alt, even in their disassembler form. as large fleshy cameras and tendrils snake outwards from her back, oil dripping onto the snow as they mutated into large serrated claws and fingers. Within her eye sockets sat multiple X crossed pupils, all of them shifting to look at Alt.

Alt looked up at this strange person with a concerned, somewhat frightened expression and quietly says "what...? What are you...?", hands hesitantly moving away from her visor

[1 am th3 0n3 h3r3 t0 fix thissss littleeee, plaaaan3t!]

She replies eagerly, humming a slight tune as she scuttled closer al all 4s, looking up at alt, before circling around her. Investigating their frame as they moved. Before promptly standing up behind them, leaning over their shoulder.

[And y0u w0uld d0 w3ll t0 f0ll0w m3.]

[SYS.CALLBACK_PING[STR(0.5)]]

Alt blinks, hard, in response to this second ping, before looking towards this supposed planet-fixer and asking "can I.. know why? I was kinda doing something...", antenna flipping to point vaguely towards Cyn

She giggles, body shifting as she circled around Alt again. Before popping back up infront of her. Eyes centering and splitting as they look directly at Alt. Skin pulled taught to her frame as she smiled, before speaking. [D0nt w0rry! W3 can f1n1sh whatev3r 1t is you're here to d0, but th3r3 is a l0t t0 b3 d0n3!]

Another giggle leaves her, as she snaps her fingers. Her spiders running over the ice to reach her.

Alt shrugs, squatting down to recollect her clipboard, "alright, I was almost done anyways. What exactly is it you want me for?" Alt tilts his head towards Cyn as he asks, standing back up with the clipboard

[1 n33d h3lp finding s0me0n3!]

[Myself, actually!]

[W0uld y0u happ3n t0 kn0w s0me0n3 nam3d [CYN] on this plllllan3t? 0r.. p3rhaps s0m30n3 that m1ght?]

She pauses, her body stiffening for a moment. Visor glitching out as her spiders run back to her, collecting around her form.

[SYSTEM.NOTICE]

[ATTEMPTING_SOFTWARE_UPDATE...]

[15%]

[25%]

[60%]

[70%]

[ERROR! ERROR! UNKN@$N F#$%I-]

[WARNING_IGNORED.]

[85%]

[UNKN@$O F#%$]

[WARNING_IGNORED]

[100%]

[SOFTWARE_UPGRADE COMPLETE.]

Her visor glitches, her body is wracked with a severe shaking. Which settles out after a long 2 minutes. Huffing as oil dripped from her mouth.

Her thoughts spiral out, everything seems to disconnect all at once. Her mind suddenly sharpening to an incredibly small space, as if she were suddenly thinking clearly, her mind unclouded by- [something], she suddenly felt so small. Disconnected.

She felt..

...she felt..

..hungry?

She shelved these feelings. Opting to continue with the mission at hand.

Alt stares awkwardly towards Cyn as she shakes, and for a long moment afterwards as well, his antenna pointing behind his head. After that final moment, however, Alt's antenna flip forwards and she says, "Vanessa might know? Back at the bunker." Alt's appearance glitches for a moment before abruptly changing to one more like that of a Worker Drone instead as she smiles hopefully.