kortjakje Posted April 28, 2019 Posted April 28, 2019 @porkybork: This time all the pics are there. (Btw I have Chrome, so that wasn't the cause. Anyway, it works.) As for the story or rather the layout of the text, more 'white' makes it more readable. Maybe it is just me not very good at reading from a screen, but it could help. Other than that I'm curious about where the story leads to.
2cool4u_1 Posted April 28, 2019 Posted April 28, 2019 @porkybork Works fine now. Thank you. I really like where this story is going. Going back to what you said ages ago about the story having less "adult material", I think that was a great choice. Your story is better this way; concentrating on the plot and allowing the sex scenes to come where they feel more natural. Often, gratuitous sex scenes take away from the mood, or even derail the plot. This is evident in a lot of movies. Keep up the great work.
porkybork Posted April 28, 2019 Author Posted April 28, 2019 Sweet! I guess I'll be using .jpegs from now on. @kortjakje Okay, I'll keep that in mind for future installments. @2cool4u_1 Thanks! I was worried people would be turned off (badum tssss!) by the lack of sex scenes in every chapter, so I'm glad that isn't the case. Anyway, I'm gonna let this chapter simmer for a bit, and I'll start writing the next chapter either Monday or at the start of May. Thanks for reading!
porkybork Posted July 21, 2019 Author Posted July 21, 2019 Cambion's Tale Growing Imps - Part 4 A trail of cake crumbs and powdered sugar lead to the middle of Fern Park. The competing voices of a demanding boy and a taunting girl mask the gentle patting of their friend’s hands against a snowy figure. What was once a group effort was now a solo project being carried out by the trio’s most timid member. For Sebastián, this was nothing to be worried about. He had often been the one left to clean up after his friends once they found something to argue over. An added sugar rush to the mix didn’t do much to make the situation any more mellow. Still, Sebastián found joy in his frozen craftsmanship. A little extra clump of snow on the side, a slight adjustment of the buttons on its chest, and… “I’m done!” Sebastián proclaimed. He turned towards his friends and presented the completed snowpal in all its snowy glory. Ivy examined her comrade’s work with severe scrutiny. She rubbed her chin as she considered the snowpal’s qualities. It was short and stumpy, wearing a snooty grimace on its face that was accentuated by a top hat, monocle, and tie. She wasn’t sure, but Ivy had the sense that Sebastián created more than just an ugly snowpal. He’d gone beyond the initial design plans laid out by his friends and produced a work of art. No, not just art, a statement! This was more than just a mere snowpal, this was a social commentary on the true image of the bourgeoisie; a depiction of the cruel, Scrooge-like corporatist masters stomping on the backs of their workers to thrive in the soulless world of Big Business; a reflection of their vapid attempts at emboldening their image via the use of superficial trinkets and accessories, all in a weak attempt to hide their inherent impotence, hence the small size and extra decor. Surely, Ivy was in the presence of an artistic genius. “Why’s it got a unibrow?” Nicolas asked. Sebastián scratched the back of his head and smiled, “I dunno. I just thought it’d be funny.” With that, Ivy’s theory evaporated. Even so, she had to admit that she found her friend’s creation amusing. With a smirk, she turned to the young snow sculptor and scoffed, “goofball.” ~~~ After leaving the park grounds completely covered in snow angels and scaring away everyone else with one particularly hardcore snowball fight, the trio began their not-actually-long-but-feels-long-because-it’s-cold-outside-and-everyone’s-really-tired walk back home. Winterfest was just around the corner, and it was anyone at the L.E.V.Y. ever talked about – for the past few days, that is. They had every reason to. Ever since the untimely death of her husband, Nancy Landgraab gained full control over his assets, making the already wealthiest woman in their side of the country even wealthier. As a result of either good will or PR awareness, Ms. Landgraab goes all out during the holidays, especially Winterfest. Hot cocoa, stocking stuffers, employees dressed up as elves, they got it all. It almost made everyone feel like they were part of a big, happy family. As for the trio, they were preoccupied by another upcoming event, one that soiled the joy brought by presents and eggnog. “I can’t believe Break’s almost over,” Ivy groaned. “Like, we barely even did anything.” “S’all cause of that stupid snowstorm from last week,” Nicolas said. “They wouldn’t even let us go outside!” “Right? That was so lame!” Ivy made her voice deeper and waved her arms around. “You kids can’t go outside, it’s too dangerous! It’s ten below zero and windy! You’ll freeze to death!” She finished her rant with a raspberry and said, “big deal!” Between the nods of agreement, Sebastián chimed in with, “at least the snacks Ms. Landgraab sent us were good.” “True,” Ivy said, nodding. “Who knew candy canes and hocho made such a good combo?” “Hocho? Really?” Nicolas chided. “Can’t you just say ‘hot chocolate’ like a normal person?” Ivy put her hands on her hips, turned her nose up, and replied, “free country, free speech. Deal with it.” Nicolas rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” Then, as they passed a particularly deep patch of snow, Nicolas took action. He may not have looked like it, but he was an agile little bugger. “Hey Ivy!” Nicolas called, a wicked grin on his face. “Deal with this!” With no time to react, Ivy was pelted in the face with a snowball so hard it felt like she’d been slapped by an ice giant. A very small, very weak, very fragile ice giant. With a hand covering the growing welt on her cheek, Ivy shouted, “Nic, you jerk!” along with a few expletives Sebastián hadn’t heard of before that moment. “Ha! That’s what you get for bein’ all snotty!” Nic mocked. With tears burning in her eyes, she patted together her own snowball, muttering to herself, “I’ll show you ‘snotty’ ya’ little…” “Hey!” Sebastián said, “can we not do this right now? Maybe we should just calm–” “Shut up, Sebastián.” Sebastián froze as he saw the murder in Ivy’s eyes. The lackadaisical smart aleck he’d known all his life was now a furious spirit of vengeance. Nic broke one of the unspoken rules of snowball fights: never hit the face. Ivy was determined to make her attacker pay. She also may or may not have put a rock in her snowball. Ivy hurled her projectile at Nicolas with the aim and speed of a little league pitcher. Nicolas ducked just in time, the snowball whizzing past the top of his head, missing its target. “Missed me!” gloated Nicolas. Ivy growled through clenched teeth and bent over to prepare a new weapon, while Sebastián struggled to diffuse the situation. Before Snow War II could break out, a sharp “ahem” alerted the trio to cease fire. The three of them were too preoccupied to notice the two large men in black suits accompanying the tall woman in the expensive looking overcoat that was covered in a splatter of snow; the beautiful, tall woman with her blonde hair in a bob cut, and with a slim hourglass figure; the woman who had a cold, unforgiving expression on her gorgeous face; the woman who owned the L.E.V.Y. “Ms. Landgraab.” Sebastián’s eyes widened in terror. All of Ivy’s anger vanished. “Uh-oh.” Nicolas was too shocked to speak or move, he simply stared. Nancy Landgraab slowly raised her arm and pointed to the entrance of the L.E.V.Y. “All of you. Inside. Now.” ~~~ It wasn’t often that Ms. Landgraab would drop by unannounced to one of her properties. Just her mere presence was enough to put the entire staff on high alert, each person careful not to upset their boss’s boss. She may have had a heart big enough to open up a place as high scale as the L.E.V.Y., but she was still as much of a ruthless business shark as all the rest. She strode to the front desk, her bodyguards and the trio sticking close behind her. The receptionist, one Mallory Rider, did her best to maintain her composure, keeping Ms. Landgraab’s harsh reputation in mind. Mallory’s job may not have been glamorous, but she loved the kids she worked with. Also, the company grants all its employees an insurance plan, and she wasn’t willing to lose that. “How can I help you, ma’am?” asked Mallory. “I want every last kid in this building to be in the main hall in five minutes. If I have to wait even a second longer than that, you’re fired. Got it?” “Of course, ma’am.” Mallory sent the necessary message through the intercom before adding, “anything else, Ms. Landgraab?” “Just one more thing,” she glared at the trio behind her, all three of whom were wise enough to have kept quiet the whole time. “Make sure these little grifters stay out of trouble from now on.” “I’m sorry?” Mallory asked, mildly offended. Nancy loomed over her and narrowed her gaze. “Don’t play dumb. I’ve heard enough chatter around town to know these kids are trouble.” Nicolas’s ears burned. He was certain that his little posse was inconspicuous enough to avoid the public’s ire. It seems they’ve been too careless as of late. “Well, I’m sure it’s all just a misunderstanding,” Mallory said. “There just kids, and–” “Don’t make any excuses, Mallory,” Ms. Landgraab snapped. “I get where these kids are coming from, but there’s no excuse for the kind of crap these three have been up to. Either set them straight or I’ll have someone more capable do that instead.” Ivy clenched her fists, her instincts begging her to snap back with her own retorts. Sebastián put a hand on her shoulder and shook his head. He knew that no good would come of any opposition here. No one fights a Landgraab and gets away with it. Nancy Landgraab turned her attention to the trio. “And as for you three, I’d better not see any of you trying to skip out on my announcement, or there will be consequences. Do I make myself clear?” Sebastián answered with an obedient “yes ma’am” while Nicolas gave a half-hearted nod. Ivy stayed silent, pouting as she bit her tongue. “Well?” “Yes, Ms. Landgraab” Ivy said, insincere as all hell. “Good. Devon,” Ms. Landgraab gestured to the muscular dark-skinned man at her side, “stay here. I don’t want these little brats causing any more trouble. Got it?” Devon nodded before stepping in front of the trio. “Completely, ma’am.” Nicolas seethed in disbelief. Not only did they get busted, now they were being babysat by one of her lackeys? The nerve! He didn’t care about getting in trouble, Nicolas was used to that, but he couldn’t stand that Landgraab relegated their punishment to someone else. His gang deserved better than that. A reserved voice came from behind the desk. “I’d be more than willing to watch them–” “Quiet.” Without turning around, Ms. Landgraab shut Mallory down with, “you’ve already got me suspicious enough, don’t make me toss you out of here.” Sebastián couldn’t believe his ears. Why would anyone be so mean to Mallory? he thought. Mallory Rider was an expert at keeping her cool in stressful situations. She never yelled at any of the kids, even if they might have deserved it, and she could defuse any spat between the residents. And yes, that includes all the times Ivy and Nicolas went at each other. Not to mention she was drop dead gorgeous, but that’s beside the point. Despite that, Mallory could do nothing but clam up in the presence of the most powerful woman in the state. Nancy Landgraab turned to the other bodyguard, a tanned gentleman with a tattooed arm, and ordered him to stay with her. “I don’t want any of these little ankle biters running up to me, Simon, keep them away from me.” He nodded as they made their way to the main hall. Ivy shot her tongue out in defiance. Devon stared her down and threatened, “do I need to call Ms. Landgraab back here?” Ivy looked down at her shoes and sighed, “no.” “Say ‘no, sir’, kid.” The little blue-haired girl turned and gave a sneaky wink to her friends before saying, “no, thir” in a dumb voice. Not the most clever attempt at humor, but it was enough for her friends. Nicolas kept his laughter under control, but Sebastián couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. Devon glared at the boy and leaned in real close to his face. “Oh, you think that’s funny, huh?” Too easy. “No, thir.” Nicolas lost his composure, he and Ivy both started busting up. Devon didn’t take this disrespect kindly. He cursed under his breath and raised one of his hands up, but was frozen by the sound of Mallory loudly clearing her throat behind him. Her eyes were malicious and unforgiving. Without speaking, she pointed to the security camera screwed into the upper corner of an adjacent wall. Devon put his hand down and scowled at the receptionist. Mallory may have laid down in front of Ms. Landgraab, but she’d be damned if she ever let some roided out chump in a monkey suit scare her, especially if they were messing with her kids. “Be nice to the minion, kids” Mallory half-ordered. The trio smiled and, in unison, responded, “yes, Miss Mallory.” “Good. Now go play in the toy room until Ms. Landgraab is ready to talk.” Devon watched in dismay as the trio followed Mallory’s orders right away. His mouth hung open, ready to confront the receptionist for interfering, but was shut out by her flawless hair flip. ~~~ A little known fact about the residents of the L.E.V.Y. is that none of them particularly like the Landgraab family. From the outside, they were seen as the quintessential wealthy family; donating to charities, funding community projects, building an upscale orphanage, the typical course of actions done by rich philanthropists. Ask anyone on the inside, and that image gets a bit murky. While it’s true that the Landgraabs provided several great services to many communities, every action seemed more like a PR stunt than a genuine act of good will. There was always a tinge of subtle condescension in the way the Landgraabs and their associates did their business, as if every deal they made had an ulterior motive. But, despite a few suspicious minds, the general population didn’t pay much mind to any negativity attached to the family’s name. Most people just took the charity and kept their mouths shut. Those who didn’t ended up regretting their defiance. Hence the anxiety Mallory and her fellow staff members felt as Nancy Landgraab stood before a room full of troubled kids. She hardly made visits, and she’s never dropped by unannounced, especially just to give a speech to children. What was her angle? They could only stand back and listen. Ms. Landgraab peered over her audience, cleared her throat, then spoke. “When I commissioned the L.E.V.Y.’s construction, I had one goal in mind: to give kids that were dealt bad hands in life a chance to succeed; to give kids like you a fair shot in the world despite your backgrounds. From what I’ve heard, most of you are adjusting quite well to living here and are taking advantage of the resources provided. But, there are some of you – I won’t name any names” her eyes lingered on the trio sitting front and center before her, “– who don’t seem to properly understand the opportunity they’ve been given. Poor performance on your school packets, misconduct, disrespecting the community… I didn’t sign for this place’s construction just for any of you to fool around. There are kids out there that would kill to be in your position right now, but aren’t because of things that are beyond their control, so try to understand if I’m a bit upset with some of your behavior. The L.E.V.Y. didn’t have to be here.” Her audience shifted in discomfort. No one expected to be lectured, especially not by the owner herself. Despite the uneasiness everyone felt, they couldn’t help but listen to every word she said. “Don’t get the wrong idea, I didn’t come here because I’m mad at all of you. I’m here because I’m worried that this place won’t be enough for some of you.” ~~~ Some kids were crying, some were fired up, but most were unsure how to feel. None of them knew how to react to what they heard. “I don’t want any of you to fail, but if the few of you who are causing trouble don’t get your act together, there won’t be anyone to save you from that. Take advantage of this place. Think about your future and prepare for it, because it’ll be here a lot faster than you think.” The future? How could anyone think about the future? The present was so much more interesting and immediate! But the future, that was going to come later. And so was spring. And high school. And legal adulthood. And life. Adult life. Oh. Oh shit. The main hall cleared out. Ms. Landgraab and her bodyguards made one final trip to Mallory’s desk, she put on her expensive looking overcoat, and made their way outside. Nicolas sprang out of his seat, glad their tormentor was gone. With a yawn, Ivy rose up before stretching her arms over her head. “Well” she said, “that was lame.” Nicolas crossed his arms and said, “I know! I’da liked it better if that goon just smacked me. It’da been over way faster.” “Maybe we coulda sued him after.” “Or got him thrown in jail.” As the two laughed at their own comments, Sebastián kicked his feet in his chair, his eyes glued to the floor. Ms. Landgraab’s words wouldn’t get out of his head, “think about your future.” He’d always been worried about him and his friends – what they’d do on any given day, how they would get away with whatever scheme Nicolas had thought up, what movies they’d watch if the older kids weren’t hogging the t.v. All that was in the moment though. Anything long term was beyond his scope of interests. They were, at least. Suddenly, he couldn’t help but think about everyone at the L.E.V.Y. and their futures, as well as his. How many kids have come and gone since he’d arrived? What were the adopted ones doing now? Were their new families good to them? What schools did they go to? Did they still hang out with anyone from the L.E.V.Y.? He couldn’t remember the last time he’d spoken to any of the adopted kids. What about him and Ivy and Nicolas? What if one of them went away? Would they still be friends? What if he– “Hello?” Sebastián snapped out of his thoughts. Ivy stood before him leaned forward, hands on her hips, a single eyebrow raised, and an inquisitive smirk on her face. "Earth to Bash, are you in there?" Were Sebastián a more clever soul, he’d have replied with a sly comeback. Maybe something about Ivy’s close proximity to his person or maybe even a simple, “You rang?” But he’s not, so he instead responded with “uhhhh…” Ivy rolled her eyes before turning to Nicolas. With a fake tinge of worry, she said, “Oh no! Ms. Landgraab’s boring speech turned Bash into a zombie!” Before he could respond, Nicolas joined in with “Look out!” jumping back with his hands up. “If he grabs you, you die of boredom!” Ivy screamed and leapt back before she and Nicolas broke into a full on sprint across the hall. The two huddled behind a nearby desk, watching their zombified friend from afar. With a shrug, Sebastián popped up and shuffled towards his hiding pals, dragging one of his legs and groaning as if he were overcome by crippling disinterest. “Uuuggghhh” he moaned, “plan ahead…” Nicolas bounced up from his and Ivy’s hiding spot and declared, “Never!” before they both darted away, their pursuer close behind. Anxiety for the future could wait. That zombie had a couple survivors he needed to infect. ~~~ A few upturned couches and quite a few more flustered staff members later, the trio had finally calmed down. It wasn’t clear whether it was their ages or sugar-rich diets that fueled their rampages, but one thing Mallory and Co. could agree on was that it was time for the kids to have a bath and go the hell to sleep. That, and they would all beat the ever-loving shit out of the snowcakes guy. Just to be safe, of course. “That shit’s just sugar-coated sugar, man” one of the staff said, his coworkers nodding in agreement. Sebastián, being the good boy he is, promptly did as he was told and hopped in the bath, changed, brushed his teeth, and went straight to bed… only to find Ivy, a not-so-good girl with a disdain for authority, and Nicolas, a not-at-all-good boy with a disdain for hygiene, in their pajamas, sitting on his bed, snacks in hand, and a night light plugged in to provide the mountains of joy brought by a dim little light. “Took you long enough” Ivy greeted, an opened bag of chips resting near her leg. “Did you remember to wash behind your ears?” “Uh, yeah” Sebastián stammered “I’m super, squeaky clean now.” His awkward smile and odd attempt at a victory stance drew a giggle from his blue-haired friend. “Yeah right” Nicolas scoffed “I bet you were in there playing with your ducky.” Sebastián’s face flushed as he spun into a spiral of stuttering denial. “Eww, Nic!” Ivy’s face recoiled in disgust. “What? That’s probably why he took so long.” Sebastián regained the ability to form coherent sentences and said, “Whatever. What are you guys doing in my room?” “You really need to ask?” Ivy said. “Are you here to get my sheets all dirty?” “No.” Ivy quickly swept the crumbs off Sebastián’s bed with her hand. “It’s a sleepover, goofy.” “Sleepover?” “Yea,” Nicolas chimed in. “Landgraab got in the way of our epic snowball fight–” “That was your fault, by the way,” she glared at Nicolas. He ignored her. “We figured we couldn’ta let her get in the way of our fun. So, here we are!” Nicolas presented a stack of comics and a pile of snacks and sodas. Sebastián almost asked how his towheaded friend managed to gather such a collection. Knowing the people he was with, however, he figured he and Ivy stole all of it. “You won’t believe the stuff they’ve got locked up in the kitchen closet! They’re totally holding out on us!” Ivy’s statement confirmed his suspicions. Sebastián’s eyes wandered before settling on an interesting little comic book. “Woah!” he grabbed it and studied the cover page. “Is this the new issue for Rogue Soul?” Ivy smiled. “Sure is.” “How’d you get this? Even the comic book store doesn’t have this!” “My cousin Willow is dating an intern that works for Wonder Comics Studios, and everyone who works there gets their own advanced copy of whatever new thing they make. I told her that you were a huge fan of their stuff, and she got her boyfriend to send an extra copy of Rogue Soul to me.” Ivy crossed her arms and shot Sebastián a smug smile. “Pretty neat, huh?” “That’s… that’s really cool!” Sebastián threw his arms around Ivy into a tight hug. “Thanks a lot!” Sebastián was so overwhelmed with gratitude that the passage of time lost all meaning to him. A sharp “ahem” from Ivy brought him back to reality. He pulled away and laughed nervously as his face changed to a subtle red hue. Ivy, in response, merely rolled her eyes. “That sounds made up,” Nicolas said. “Well it’s not, so hush,” said Ivy. “Yeah? Then how come I didn’t get anything from your ‘cousin Willow’?” “Cause you’re a butt, that’s why.” Nicolas was ready to go on a whiney tirade, but was cut off by Ivy pulling out an extra comic. The cover depicted a friendly looking lizard roaming a dystopian wasteland alongside a spiky-haired boy dressed as a space explorer from a cheesy 50s sci-fi movie. It was titled, The Exquisite Tales of Chester and Locke. Nicolas’s eyes shot open. “That… that issue was taken off the market years ago. How’d you–” “Believe me now?” Nicolas couldn’t take his eyes off the rare comic in Ivy’s hand. He nodded dumbly, arms outreached, wanting the treasure in front of him. Before he could grab it, Ivy pulled the comic out of his reach. “Wait a minute!” Ivy demanded. Nicolas looked confused and frustrated at her. How could she tempt him something so amazing and then just rip it away? Truly, he was in the presence of a cruel tormentor. “You can have this, but first you have to say sorry for hitting me in the face earlier.” “What?!” Nicolas couldn’t believe his ears. He was the one in charge, not her! “You heard me. That freaking hurt!” “No it didn’t! You’re just a wuss is all!” Ivy scoffed. “Wow. You really must not want this comic after all, huh? Fine, I’ll just toss it out.” Ivy put another hand on the comic book to crumple it up, but Nicolas stopped her. “Wait!” he said. Ivy froze and gave him a nonchalant look. “Yes, Nic?” Through gritted teeth, Nic said those all important words, “I’m sorry.” “For?” “I’m sorry for hitting you in the face with a snowball. Can I have the comic now? Please?” The biggest grin grew on Ivy’s face, and she handed him the book. She crossed her arms and said, “apology accepted.” “Thanks.” Nicolas sulked for a split second before plopping on the spot on the floor closest to the night light and burying his face in his new comic. Normally, Sebastián would’ve intervened if the two of them were fighting, but he laid back on this occasion. Truth be told, he got a real kick out of seeing Nicolas getting humbled by Ivy. “What about you?” Sebastián asked, noticing Ivy’s lack of reading material. “I’m glad you asked. Behold!” Ivy held out a series that Sebastián had never heard of before. The cover was certainly eye-opening though. It showed a young woman with long black hair wearing blood red bandages across her entire body, a torn black denim jacket, and stiletto boots with combat knife heels. “The Savage Songstress?” “It’s about this undead opera singer that hunts down and kills demons by singing them to death! Like, their heads explode whenever she hits a super high note.” “What the hell?” Nicolas couldn’t act like he hadn’t just heard that premise and move on like nothing was out of the ordinary. “Yeah!” Ivy continued. “And it turns out that she was murdered by a hellish mafia that wanted to take over the world with their demonic songs of mind control, and she was the only person that could’ve stopped them! Now, she’s out for revenge, and she’s gonna save the world, one exploded demon gangster head at a time.” “Huh.” That’s all Sebastián could say. “That sounds…” Nicolas and Sebastián looked at each other as they both said: “Brutal!” The trio laughed as they each got into their respective comics. They spent the next few hours of the night reading, chatting about nothing in particular, and eating worrying amounts of junk food. At one point, Sebastián voiced his concern about not being able to sleep due to all the caffeine and sugar. Ivy assured him that it was okay because they would never sleep, because sleep is for the weak. Together, they refused to close their eyes… except Nicolas. He passed out at around two in the morning. With one down, the other two considered giving in to the allure of sleep as well. Then, Sebastián remembered something. His train of thought was interrupted earlier, but now he had no distractions. He looked at Ivy – who was curled up on the opposite side of his bed, her eyelids heavy – and whispered to her. “Hey, Ivy?” Ivy groaned. “Yeah?” “What do you wanna do… later? Like, in the future?” “You really wanna talk about this now?” “Sorry, it’s just… I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s been on my mind since Ms. Landgraab left.” “Landgraab?” Ivy chuckled. “She didn’t really scare you that much, did she?” “Well, not ‘scared’, just…” Sebastián took a moment to find the right words. “I’m just worried about us. You, Nic, and me. What’s gonna happen to us? I might get adopted, and you have other family, Nicolas… I don’t even know about him.” Ivy scooted closer to Sebastián and rested her head on her hands. “Well, even if we get separated, that doesn’t mean we won’t still be friends. We’ll just be… farther apart, that’s all.” “How do you know?” he asked. “How do you know we won’t end up like everyone else that leaves? What if–” Ivy shushed him as she placed her index finger over his mouth. “Seriously, dude, you worry too much.” Sebastián gently moved her hand away. “I mean it, though. I don’t wanna get taken away from any of you.” “But, like, don’t you want to get adopted? I know you don’t wanna stay here forever.” She had a point. Sebastián wasn’t getting any younger, and neither were his friends. Soon, they’d all be too old for anyone to want to adopt them, and they’ll be left to linger until the L.E.V.Y. kicked them out on their eighteenth birthdays. That was a fate much worse than getting separated. Still, Sebastián couldn’t get passed his anxiety. “But–” “I’ve always wanted to be a singer.” Ivy said. Sebastián blinked twice and stared at her for a bit. “I know, ‘one in a million’ and all that, but I really love music and I’m always singing to myself anyway, so–” “Could you sing for me?” Sebastián asked. “Huh?” Ivy quirked an eyebrow at him and laughed. “What, like, sing you a lullaby?” “No! I mean, not unless you want to.” Ivy thought about it for a moment, then shook her head. “No way! I might wake everyone up.” Sebastián frowned. “Aw, c’mon! Please? I won’t make fun of you, if that’s what you’re worried about.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked. “What? Nothing!” “You think I suck at it, don’t you?” “No!” Sebastián put his hands up in a defensive position. “I never said that! I just thought that–” “Oh my god, would you two shut up already?” Ivy and Sebastián both jumped when they heard a voice coming from the floor. They looked down and saw Nicolas frowning at them. “I’m tired and my stomach hurts from all the crap we ate! Shut up and go to sleep already! ” Sebastián apologized as Ivy gave Nicolas the stink eye. The two laid on opposite sides of the bed, curled up for the short sleep that awaited them. Sebastián cupped his hands over his mouth and whispered, “maybe you should sing Nic a lullaby,” to Ivy. “I heard that.” Nic said. Sebastián covered his mouth and apologized once more as Ivy giggled to herself, trying to be as quiet as possible. Ivy smiled and mouthed the words “next time” to Sebastián, then closed her eyes. Yeah, next time, he thought, the warm embrace of sleep taking him. I can’t wait. ~~~ Sebastián woke up to the sound of someone knocking on his door. “I’m coming in.” Mallory’s voice. He couldn’t let her see the mess he and his friends made! Oh, and his friends. Kids at the L.E.V.Y. are always supposed to sleep in their own rooms. Sebastián didn’t really understand why, but rumor had it that a staff member walked in on a couple of the older residents doing something they shouldn’t have during their own “sleepover”. What that thing was, the staff made sure no one else knew. Mallory stepped in, an annoyed look on her face. “Sebastián Amorino!” “Uh, wait, I can explain!” Sebastián tried to come up with an excuse. “It’s noon! Why are you still in bed?” “I, we– huh?” looking around his room, he saw that there was no mess, not even the slightest hint that there was ever anything out of place in there. Not only that, but Ivy and Nicolas were gone. It was just him and an upset worker. “Uh…” Sebastián had nothing. Mallory took a gentler tone. “Forget it, it doesn’t matter. Just get dressed and come downstairs, okay?” Sebastián nodded in compliance. “What’s going on downstairs?” “Today’s a big day for you,” Mallory said, smiling. “A nice couple walked in asking to meet with you.” “They do? Why?” Mallory winked and said, “that’s a secret. Now come on,” she waved him over, “I’ll introduce you to them once you’re downstairs.” Sebastián was confused, but was relieved to know that he at least wasn’t in any trouble. He’d have liked to have known when Nicolas and Ivy snuck out of his room though. As he got up to change out of his pajamas, he noticed the sticky note laying on the end table. It read: We cleaned the mess, sleepyhead! It was signed with Ivy’s name and was decorated with little stars and crescent moons. Definitely her handwriting. Mystery solved. ~~~ Sebastián was nervous. What kind of people was he about to meet? Why were they interested in him? He’d figured Mallory’s manner of speaking to him earlier meant that it wasn’t anything bad, but he just couldn’t shake his nerves. Oh well. There’s only one way to know for sure. Sebastián walked down the hall, turned into the following corridor, and– BUMP! Something big knocked him to the floor. It wasn’t a hard fall, but it was enough to leave him dazed. “Oh, goodness!” a voice said. Sebastián sat up and saw a gorgeous blonde woman kneeling down next to him. Her expression was soft and full of worry. “Are you okay, sugah?” Sebastián swallowed hard before uttering, “I-I’m fine, ma’am.” The woman offered her hand and said, “Here, let me help you up.” Her voice had an almost antiquated sound to it, like she was from a place that time had left behind long ago. Sebastián didn’t have much worldly knowledge, so he couldn’t narrow down her accent’s origin. The only thing he could take note of was its old, soothing Southern drawl. As he took her hand, he felt the stinging pain and embarrassment from his fall melt away. Maybe it was her sweet perfume, maybe it was her gentle touch, or maybe it was her warmth that drove out the chill of that cold winter’s morning, but whatever it was, that woman exuded unfiltered comfort. “Sorry ‘bout, hun. I swear, I’m not usually this clumsy.” “I’m okay, really! I don’t mind you bumping into me.” Sebastián said, a dumb look on his face. If he had any less self control, he’d have professed his eternal love for her in that hallway. She chuckled. “Well, aren’t you a funny lil’ guy?” “Is everything okay in here?” Mallory stepped in to check out the commotion and saw the blonde woman making small talk with her new admirer. “There you are!” She waved over someone from the other room, and out emerged another beautiful young woman, only this one was a brunette rather than a blondie. “What’re y'all doin’ out ‘ere?” the new woman asked. The blonde woman replied, “Well, I was lookin’ for a place to hang my coat, ya see, and I happened to accidentally bump into this lil’ cutie right ‘ere.” She pointed to Sebastián, who waved shyly to the new woman. “Honestly, Shauna, you’re like a bull in a China shop.” The blonde woman, apparently named “Shauna”, dismissed her friend. “Oh, please, Anya, he ain’t hurt. He bounced back up right quick, dincha?” Sebastián nodded. “See?” Shauna said, “This boy’s tough as nails, ain'tcha?” Shauna lifted him up into a tight squeeze before gently rocking him back and forth in her arms. Anya, the brunette, rolled her eyes. “Geez, girl, you’ve known him for not even a minute and you’re already spoilin’ him!” “Am not! These kids need all the lovin’ they can get.” Mallory cleared her throat. “Ladies, didn’t you want to come here for a reason?” Shauna perked up. “That’s right! Anya, I almost forgot.” She knelt down and pinched Sebastián’s cheeks. “But it looks like our little reason came to us.” “Huh?” Sebastián said, his face mushed by Shauna’s fingers. “What do you mean?” “Allow me to explain,” Mallory presented a clipboard with a set of papers clipped on. “These lovely ladies are the people I was telling you about earlier.” Sebastián’s eyes zeroed in on the text on the top of the page, then his jaw dropped. “We wanna be your mamas, sugah!” Next time on Ca̶m̴̢͂͛̅b̷͈̦͝i̵̱̤͌ō̶̯̺͚̳n̴̯͑̐̔̈'̶̩̱̭͙̌͜ş̷̇̍ Ţ̸͓̠̈̋̀̕ͅa̷̡̨̪̪̝͉̰̒̊̀̈́̈́͜l̶̢̢̛͚̯̲̙̫̰̳̹̱̆͛̔̍͒̆̊͜e̵̖̝͇̯͙̼̜͎͚̙̪͗̆̉͆̍͝͝,̸̡̛̟̞͍͍͙̮͚̬̳̞́̀̀͛̒̈́͆͒͒͐͋̆͋͘.̶̧̪̙̺͉͖͕̖̞̤̽̉̐͝.̷̡̢͇̬̥̯̻͓̲̻̘̹̳̠͙͖͊͆̽͊͑̌̉̂̈́ͅ.̷̥̼̻͙̬̦̮̗̺͚͗̏̆͊̓͜͠.̴͔̗͚͉̥̣̺̯͈̦̥̰̳̪̱̘̳͒̃̂.̶̧̫̹̠̱̃͐͛͐̈́̓̃͊̋̂.̶̫̩͙̞̯͙̯̻̞͖͕̮͍̮̀͆̄́͆̌́̄̓̂̄̅͑̿̕͝.̵̲̖̏́.̴̭̬͖͑̀̃͂́̌̈́̈́͂̕͘.̸̛̦̪͕͖͇͓́̋͗̎̎͘͝͠.̵̢̣̩̻̘͓̳̱̥͙̻̩̞̅̓̎͋̀̃͒̌͐̀̃͌͌͂̒.̶̯̟̙̜͚͕̊͗́͒̑́͊͠.̶̯̯̫͚̰̟̃͗̍̽̈́̌͑̒.̵̥̻͇̖̜̤̖̣̝̞͑̅͌͌͊͐̔̚̕.̸̛̮͉̘͍̻͔̳̪̗͛̋̒̇̀̒̍̋̕͠͝.̴̨̰̜̖̯̌͌͂̈̀̏̈́͋͆̉̔͗͑̐͆͠͝.̷͆̀̂̆̓̉̿̕͠ͅ.̵̨̨͕̭̞̦̞̇̿̐͌͋.̷̬̭̜̱͔̆̈́͌.̷̨̨͉̱͎̘͓̘̹͈̬͓̝̼̞̣̈͒̂̎̀̏̚.̴̰͖̦͛̎̀̑̀̐̒̕.̷̢͓̪͎̦̬͍̘̳̙͎̤̪͍̞̱͛́̅̀̑̎̓͐͂̿̊̀̌̎̚͜ They can't protect him. They can't keep him from me. I will have my kin... .̴̖̅̏̓̒͌̄̂͛̍̔͊̈́.̷̡̞͇̱̪͉̩͍̦͓̊̀̀̊͂̈́͠.̶̫͛̃̈́͐̿̋̀͘͜͝.̵̨̫̩̉͌͗̕.̴̛̛͖̟̲̞̉̒̏̿̽̉̌.̴̣̞̌̇̆͗̕͘͝.̵̧̟̮͉̯͕̭̆͜.̴̗̼̝̾̓͗̈́̑̏͌̅͜.̵͙͓̲̙̉́.̵͕̰͇͈͉̹̠̖̺̿̀̽͛̒͑̚.̴͈̘̮̬͖̳̃̅͋͒̎͌͆̈́́̀͠.̶̶̧̡̨͇̲̰̮̩̭̰̭͖͇̭̗̱̌͗̋̈̃̏̄̂͗͒͒̐̈́͗̊͘̕̕m̴͚̱͕̥̱̜̼͚̣͆̓͆̽̽̋́̿̒̚̕y̸͎̩̽̍͛̆̍̈́͗̆̒ ̷͉̤̬̹̭̫̃͜ͅs̷̢̡̛̖̲̭͎̼̗͋̊͐͆̅̉̾̔̕̕͜ͅō̵̰͕̄̓̂̐̅̀̇̾͐̎͝ǹ̶̴̡̨̜̘̮̱̻̳̹̱̝̜͎̣̘͑̓̎̽̓́͋̊̽̏̑̊͑͝.̵̫̯̙̺̝̺̩̥͉̂̒̓͋̓̇.̸̧̝͎̲̗͔̆͊͜.̷̛͉͍̥̗͎̭̺̭̗͋́̋͌͆́̆̎̅̋͛.̵̲̗̆̆̀̄͋̍̿.̶̡̢̡̝͎͕̻̤̳̤̫̇̌̎͝.̷̪͇̠̥̊̑̂̄̍̕͝͠.̸̧̢̅̎͑́̂͑.̶̻̘͕͓̹̳͉͇͔͋̿̆̿̏͑͋͆͝.̴͚̘̲͎̬̥̝̰̝͛̄͋̋̄͂̇̿.̶̢̼̓.̶͇̝̟̳͐̐̌̈́̂̈̀͛͘͝͠ͅͅ.̷̡̢̨͍̪̰̥͓̼͙͓̆̃͆̔̂̋̐̇͘ He can't avoid me. He will join me. I will train him... make him better... make him stronger... make him mine. It is his birthright. HE IS MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE E̶̛̘͖͇͖͈͋̓̕R̴̨̛̛̗̜̩̳̱̯͔̯̻̂̉͐̾̃͑̓̍̔͝R̵̲͍̜͍͕̦̫̮̝̮̲̝̻̉̀͜Ó̵̢̢̢̹̦͔͓͍͚̭̦̓Ŗ̷̢̖̰͎̝̗͍̦̊̓!̶̡̱͇̌̓͌̋̄͂̽̿̒̀͘ ̶̛̹̫̱̹͚̺̣̠̝͉̊͑̀̌̊̔̈͜͝Ę̸̧̻͇̤̦̤͇͔̺̪̰̞̫͌̿́̄̾͐̀̋̋͒̑̃̄̈́͘̚͝ͅR̸͕͙͕̍̔R̷̗̱̀̅̄̅͌͐́̒̉̀̔̏̓̍̎̍̐Ǫ̸̺̯̗͍͉̠͍̱̀̄̃̋̂͒̓̈̂̎Ṛ̶̑͒̃͒̓!̵̨̡̛̣̠̗̳͚͈̥̰̦̙͉̤̺͎̃̽́̑͝ ̶̗̰̭̱̓̔͌̽̉́̍͠Ę̴͕̮̘̩̫͙͒͐͌̾̇̐̐̎͊Ŕ̶̥͈̬̍̋̋̒͗͘R̵̤̗̗̿́́̋̈́̆͆̃̚̕̚͝ͅƠ̵̡̡̡͔̰̟̘̯̭̪̞̣̦͚͍͓͕͔̠̂̏͆̒͗̿̒̋͋̓̀͂̌̓̑Ŗ̶̞̙̪̟̹̰̙̿̌́͒̿͒̒̐̊͑̈́́͑̔̔ͅ!̴̧̨̡̢̫͍͈̻̥̯̫̲͙̼̥̞̹͓̃̓̅ͅ .̴̧̨̛̛̙̫̫͚̳͉̻̱̭̤͗̒̽̃̈͊͂͒̌́̑̀͘̕͝͝.̵̧̛̖̟̻͇̘̤̞͓͔̳̜͈͎̲̽̿̔̇͑̄̌.̸̡̜͔̥̙̪̙̘̆͐̊̄͗̐̓̓͊̈͊̀̉̕͝.̴̡̢̹͇̫͎̣̲̳͉̄̄͐̃͛͊̑́̉̉̅̆̈̀͒̀̅̉͛̚.̴̛̗́́̒͐̈́͐̏̋͆̔͑̿͘͠.̵̢̨͉̖̼͇͓̞̘͙̦̫̩͉͉͔̰̤̥̀̐̌̅̑͒͒̈̑͗̄͆͑͆̓͌͆͛̚͝͝͠.̸̨̠̗̟͈͓͖̄̾̚̕̕.̷̨̨̧͖̹̩̻̦̳̣͙̙̗͎̱̹̼̹͖̆̀̂̄̿̈́̾̉͂͗͊̾̔͝.̴̢̠̟͍̯̻̺̺̥͇̥̣͎̫̘̖͈̗̦͇̔̏́̂̓͗͗͗͆̚̕͠.̶̢̢̭͇̖̮̤̣̱͔̙̱̘̗̰̎̉̐͆̈́̚͜.̴̨̄̄̈́̍̔̑̒̈́̆̐͝͠.̴̧̧̛̛̣̱̹̜̻͖̜͍̜̖̖̙̰̖̹̑̀̀͋͒̑̊́̽̄̈́̿́̏͘̕̚͜͜͠͝ͅ.̴̡͕̱̜̗̹͖̭̫̟̝͖̜̲͙̤͓̀̔̂́̔͊̆̕͘͜͜͠ͅ.̴̢̜̦̣͇̮̖̖͙̝̦͙̜͙̪̩̀̑͆͊̀͐̊̽͂̿͋̊̋͆͌͝͠͝.̴̙͕̺̼͓͎̞̠̝̖͚̼͈͎̗̥̂͋͝.̶̨̛͚̱̜͉͖̰̦̯̺̰̝̲̲̠̒̈̑̅͋̆͘͘.̸̢̗͔̠̭̼̠̮̬̥̱͎͚̘̦̳͈͖̩̩̭̇̌̉̇̕̕͜.̴̢̨̲̞̭̗̼̞͎̩͓̩̥̣̝̼͍̥̯͍̣̤̭̅̑̽̾̈̇̄̓̆́̽̀̂͋͗̇̚̚͘͠͠͝.̷̛̺̜̰̯̃̓̓̊̽̇̅͆̿͌͗̆̾͌̈̂̓̾̅̓̚͝.̸̨̡̻̼͙̳̹̬͉̬̗͂͐͌̂̊̽͊̑̔̍̐̐͂̔̈́̚.̶̧̬͖̔̈́͆̀̓̀͑̈́͑̄̐̐̂.̵̨̡̢̡̰̦̠̹̙̝̞̮̪̥̲̻̝̆͜.̴̢̝̜̗̺̙͉̤̼̱̪̪͓̥̗̝͉̫̟̙́͜.̴̢̩͎̼̰̙̮̩͎͛͂̀̽͊͐̀͂̍́̃̈́.̸̡͍̝̻̖͓̑̉͗̌͒̋̆̌͌̈́̀̀̽̂̂̈́͊͂̈̚͘̕͝.̶͔̝̱̘̳͕̹̘̱̦͎̥͗͜.̴͕̀̂̈̈́͋͆.̵̧̡̧̻̯͎̱̮̻͈̳̘͓̪̘̅͂́͛̏͆̈́͑͊̆́̅̿̍̈́̔͊̀̀͠͠.̶̨̛͎͓͔̘̦̥̰͔̀̓̏̉́̾̂̍̾͑̀͐̇̀̐̕.̷̡̡̬̊̓̃̾͆̋͒̈́̈̀̿̋̕͘.̶̧̧͈̩̥͖̗̳̫̌̾̐͗̀͊̀͝ͅ.̴̠̀̈̎̇̈́͊̽̈͋̀̇̾̇̈̚͘̚.̶̘͈̜̼͊̋̆̉̈̑̀͐͋́̔̕͝͠͠.̵̡̨̛̱͔̜̱͕͈̻̦̗͊̏̚ͅ.̷̨̡̧̭͓͙̮̫̬͕̭͖̻͕̜̳̤̝̒͋͌͊͗̽͒̈́̑̓̃̓͘̕͜͜͠.̵̧̢̟͇̦͍̱̰̼̟̰̖͕̞̺͚̩͉͕͑̾͐̄̋͑́̃͑̎̕͝ͅͅ.̶̮̮̙̩̗͍͙͍̫͈̠͓̣͓̗̓͂̅̍̾̄͂͐͑́̓̓̿͘͝.̴̣̩͍̹̪͚̎͆̈́̃̎̍̇͒̇̎́̉͐̇̋͗͌̕͘͠͝.̵̹̼̤͔͉͎͉̱͓̥̥̯͕̔̈́̉͜ͅ.̸͙̦̦̠͙͉͐̏̽͆̒͋̓.̸̛̞̯̫̝̟̠̯͇̹̼͚͚̩̖͓̀̅̾̄̀̌͂͑̔̌̕̕͜͜͝.̵̢͔̳͍̪̻͚̫̜͕͎̳̻̘͎͈͈͍̼͛̈́̆͑͋́̾̃̑͒́̀̂͌͜͝͝ Ý̶̺͇͉͕͖͎̔̚͜Ȏ̴̢͈̘̰̠͚̱̤̰͉̝̳̩͎͂̂̊̚Ų̷̢̥̣͔̥̹͕͔̼̥̪̪̗̒̎̈̒͘͠ͅ ̷̨̢̳̹̥̰̠̼͇̲̩̯͈̝́͆̍̇̊̐̿̃̊̑͊̈͊͆̀͐͘̕͘̚Č̷̗͐̓̑͗́̇̔̒̌̓̕͠͝͠A̴̡̨̝̰̘͉͕̪̠͇̝̰̘̝͈͕͎͍̘̘̓̍̑̔͋̐̔̽͊Ņ̴̥̦͈̼̦̒̒̈́̿̀͠'̸̡̛̛̛͖̗̻̻͓̙̙̳̫͔̗̼̼̭̦͓̥̦̽͋́̅͊̿̈̂̿̈̂͒͑͐̕͝͝ͅT̷̥̩͔̜̖̺̝̀̇̄̈́̌ ̶̪̬͖̹̤̦̣͚̒̅̐̀̋̕͜S̴̙̣̤̯͉̪̖̭͉̤͍̰̈́̓̐͌̈́͆̔̋̆́͒̇͌́̾͂̓̀̕͘Ţ̴̞̼̩̜͇̅̀̾̋̆̿͆̎͐͋̅̐̆͑̾̿̑͒͘͜͝͝ͅŐ̵̗̯̝̱͍͉̫̐̊͗͌͌̑́̔̔̆͘P̶̡̨̧̨̡̫̲̥̙̥̼͍͕͓͙̘͉̺͇̺͗̀̈́͐̍͒̃̊̑ͅͅ ̴̡̢̨̳̱̗̻͓͎͇͇̬̼̫̙̱̞̣́̇̋̂̽̽̿͐̿͛̈̊̿̽̏̐͂̐̑̚͜Ṃ̷̨̡̡̛̳̩̺̻͎̽͋͗̆͌̉͒̋͑̀̒̈́͑̍͌̇̆͑̚͠͝͝ͅË̷̡̲͎͙͕̲̦̫̮̩̺̠͖̭͉̲̻͚̙́͂̉̾͗̈͜͝͝ͅ.̵̢̧̖̺͙͙̯̲͕̤̻͚̞̐̊̃͆̆͒̋̈̃͘ .̴̧̨̛̛̙̫̫͚̳͉̻̱̭̤͗̒̽̃̈͊͂͒̌́̑̀͘̕͝͝.̵̧̛̖̟̻͇̘̤̞͓͔̳̜͈͎̲̽̿̔̇͑̄̌.̸̡̜͔̥̙̪̙̘̆͐̊̄͗̐̓̓͊̈͊̀̉̕͝.̴̡̢̹͇̫͎̣̲̳͉̄̄͐̃͛͊̑́̉̉̅̆̈̀͒̀̅̉͛̚.̴̛̗́́̒͐̈́͐̏̋͆̔͑̿͘͠.̵̢̨͉̖̼͇͓̞̘͙̦̫̩͉͉͔̰̤̥̀̐̌̅̑͒͒̈̑͗̄͆͑͆̓͌͆͛̚͝͝͠.̸̨̠̗̟͈͓͖̄̾̚̕̕.̷̨̨̧͖̹̩̻̦̳̣͙̙̗͎̱̹̼̹͖̆̀̂̄̿̈́̾̉͂͗͊̾̔͝.̴̢̠̟͍̯̻̺̺̥͇̥̣͎̫̘̖͈̗̦͇̔̏́̂̓͗͗͗͆̚̕͠.̶̢̢̭͇̖̮̤̣̱͔̙̱̘̗̰̎̉̐͆̈́̚͜.̴̨̄̄̈́̍̔̑̒̈́̆̐͝͠.̴̧̧̛̛̣̱̹̜̻͖̜͍̜̖̖̙̰̖̹̑̀̀͋͒̑̊́̽̄̈́̿́̏͘̕̚͜͜͠͝ͅ.̴̡͕̱̜̗̹͖̭̫̟̝͖̜̲͙̤͓̀̔̂́̔͊̆̕͘͜͜͠ͅ.̴̢̜̦̣͇̮̖̖͙̝̦͙̜͙̪̩̀̑͆͊̀͐̊̽͂̿͋̊̋͆͌͝͠͝.̴̙͕̺̼͓͎̞̠̝̖͚̼͈͎̗̥̂͋͝.̶̨̛͚̱̜͉͖̰̦̯̺̰̝̲̲̠̒̈̑̅͋̆͘͘.̸̢̗͔̠̭̼̠̮̬̥̱͎͚̘̦̳͈͖̩̩̭̇̌̉̇̕̕͜.̴̢̨̲̞̭̗̼̞͎̩͓̩̥̣̝̼͍̥̯͍̣̤̭̅̑̽̾̈̇̄̓̆́̽̀̂͋͗̇̚̚͘͠͠͝.̷̛̺̜̰̯̃̓̓̊̽̇̅͆̿͌͗̆̾͌̈̂̓̾̅̓̚͝.̸̨̡̻̼͙̳̹̬͉̬̗͂͐͌̂̊̽͊̑̔̍̐̐͂̔̈́̚.̶̧̬͖̔̈́͆̀̓̀͑̈́͑̄̐̐̂.̵̨̡̢̡̰̦̠̹̙̝̞̮̪̥̲̻̝̆͜.̴̢̝̜̗̺̙͉̤̼̱̪̪͓̥̗̝͉̫̟̙́͜.̴̢̩͎̼̰̙̮̩͎͛͂̀̽͊͐̀͂̍́̃̈́.̸̡͍̝̻̖͓̑̉͗̌͒̋̆̌͌̈́̀̀̽̂̂̈́͊͂̈̚͘̕͝.̶͔̝̱̘̳͕̹̘̱̦͎̥͗͜.̴͕̀̂̈̈́͋͆.̵̧̡̧̻̯͎̱̮̻͈̳̘͓̪̘̅͂́͛̏͆̈́͑͊̆́̅̿̍̈́̔͊̀̀͠͠.̶̨̛͎͓͔̘̦̥̰͔̀̓̏̉́̾̂̍̾͑̀͐̇̀̐̕.̷̡̡̬̊̓̃̾͆̋͒̈́̈̀̿̋̕͘.̶̧̧͈̩̥͖̗̳̫̌̾̐͗̀͊̀͝ͅ.̴̠̀̈̎̇̈́͊̽̈͋̀̇̾̇̈̚͘̚.̶̘͈̜̼͊̋̆̉̈̑̀͐͋́̔̕͝͠͠.̵̡̨̛̱͔̜̱͕͈̻̦̗͊̏̚ͅ.̷̨̡̧̭͓͙̮̫̬͕̭͖̻͕̜̳̤̝̒͋͌͊͗̽͒̈́̑̓̃̓͘̕͜͜͠.̵̧̢̟͇̦͍̱̰̼̟̰̖͕̞̺͚̩͉͕͑̾͐̄̋͑́̃͑̎̕͝ͅͅ.̶̮̮̙̩̗͍͙͍̫͈̠͓̣͓̗̓͂̅̍̾̄͂͐͑́̓̓̿͘͝.̴̣̩͍̹̪͚̎͆̈́̃̎̍̇͒̇̎́̉͐̇̋͗͌̕͘͠͝.̵̹̼̤͔͉͎͉̱͓̥̥̯͕̔̈́̉͜ͅ.̸͙̦̦̠͙͉͐̏̽͆̒͋̓.̸̛̞̯̫̝̟̠̯͇̹̼͚͚̩̖͓̀̅̾̄̀̌͂͑̔̌̕̕͜͜͝.̵̢͔̳͍̪̻͚̫̜͕͎̳̻̘͎͈͈͍̼͛̈́̆͑͋́̾̃̑͒́̀̂͌͜͝͝ ̵̰̝͓͈͕̞̊̂̈̆̔̎̀̔̏̅̿̋̚͝͝E̶̟̜̻͉͓̻͓̩̦͎͇̥̟̰̒͂͂̈́͑̄͗͂̚̚̚͜͝R̷̠͙͎̖͕̻̂̏͘R̶̰͐̓̑̂̌̑̇́́̅͗͘͝Ọ̷̗̹̳̥̫͋̏̽̈́́̋͒̚̕̚͝͝R̴̩͎͙̬͇͔̦͒̄̎̏͒͛̈̌͒͐̏͜͠͝!̷̡̪͉̖͍̣̺̦̦̉͐̉̈́̅̎́̑̌͗͝͝ ̵̭͂͐̑̈́̊̎̑͊̃͒̀̅͠Ę̴̨̨̛̞̗̼̗̮̘̱̲̻̜͂͋̿̀̆̄̆̈̾̏͋͑̀̌̈́R̴͎̹͈͉̺̩̤̯̺̮͓̘̮̈̃͌͌̒̈́͛͋̓͜ͅŔ̸̢̨̳̻͛͆͋͌̈̃̊͛̾̅̽̃́͊̈̚͘͝ͅÕ̵̼̤̻̺̬̲̦̯̦̠͉̭͉̹̞̦̏́̂͌̀̆̕Ŗ̷͈͙͓̘̺͈̹͍̺͉̅̈́!̵̨̧̣͓͙̣̗̺̬̖͔̞̪̝̳͇͇̇ ̷̧̭͍̼̜͉̭̂́̀̔̓͒̈́̒́͝E̶̛̛̦̥̱̟̺͍̭̘͙͖̪̳͔͌̏͗͊͐̉͗̒̎́̆̄̚̚̕ͅR̸̥͈͚̙̳̥͚̻͈̯̞̞̲̜͔͚̯̈́̑̄͋̎͛R̴̡͉̝̬̜̦̟͔̀͗̐̋̈̊̈̅͋̆̾̇͒̕͜͠Ǫ̶̛̘̜̘̩̘̜͓̦̻̤̔̀̈́͋͆̒͆̅́͊̾̚͝R̶̻̫̀̌͝ͅ!̶͓̺̙̎̊̔͂͑̉̅̏̐̀̋́͂̕͝͝ Spoiler .̴̨̤̗͓̣́̈́͐̾ ̴̱̜͒͋̂͊̾̐.̸̨̱̱̖͔̰̙̓̄̈̆̚͜ ̶̡̤͍̻̳͔͍̹͓̳̟̳̮̂̈.̵̹̠̝͔̙̞̫̹̼̼̎͊̊ ̶̵̶̴̴̶̸̧̘̫̱͖̱̓̇̆́̚̕͝ͅŃ̴̡o̴̞͠.̵͙͛.̴̫͠.̷̠̌ ̵̟̊ s̴̯͊h̴̘͋ȩ̶̊ ̴̢̕m̶̰͊u̴͍̿s̵̮͗t̷̲̍n̸̬͊'̶̜̃t̸̝̃ ̷͚͠h̴͚͠a̵͎̕v̸̬͛e̶͓͂ ̶̘͠h̸̳͒i̴̩̍m̸̮͛.̷̟̊.̵̻́.̶̟͋ I̴̶͓͓̖͔̥̹͚͙͍͖̜̞͔͚̪̊̀̈́̐̎̿͊̎̊͠͝͝c̴̬̥̟̔́̋ ̵̪̝͉̪̫̳̃̔͊͛̊̒̈̿̏͒ả̷̛͈̰͌̉̈̀͝ ̷̼͎͔̻̱͇͉̰͚̭̀̒͛n̵̡̞̭̗̪̪͖͖͕͈̍̀̌̅̓͜ ̷̢̧̮͈̦̣̒̄'̶̨̠̙̣̩̥̱̱̇̒̇̄̊̾̈́̏̍͂͐̕͜ ̸͔̗́̀t̷̵̡̧̤̫̠̦̠̪̉̃͗͑́̓̒̐̓̈̊͌̓̓̓̈́̾̍͂͌͌̽͠͠͝l̸̡̯̬̖͓̪̱͉͇̺̮͖̽̅̐͛͆̿̿͠ ̶̡̘͖̠̬̻̣̖̦̹̈̑͆́̈́̋̌͘͝e̷͚͔͂ ̶͙͓̤̲̈́̆̈̔̅͝ẗ̴̶̳̳̻̗̹͍̩̻̫̰͇̠́̋̇͌̐̌̍͊͐͗̈́̀͋̽̀̈́̌̋̓ḩ̶̖͚͕̘͈͎̤͇͔͉̆ ̴̲̻̠͈̭̈́̋͋̓̾̈́̓̚ͅe̶̙̖̫̻̯̘̫̦͌͛̿͒͂̕͜ ̷̗̝̪͓̣̜̱̝̑̏̔̇͋̇͌͗̚͘͠r̸̹̯̝͓̗͎͐͒̕
porkybork Posted September 28, 2019 Author Posted September 28, 2019 Please read this blog entry. It'll tell you everything you need to know about the state of this project.
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