Subject: Co-write Part I
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Posted on: 2022-09-13 03:15:46 UTC

((OOC content warning: this contains some body horror, possible language, and a good amount of BL2 on the Discord blacklist.))


(Lou’s Note: Hello, folks. I bargained a bit with Louie, and we decided I’d lower my price from twenty to fifteen provided he writes some of the story himself, so you’ll see some contributions from him here and there. Figures of speech, some descriptions, a paragraph or two every now and then. Hope it’s not too jarring. Thanks for your patience.)

(Louee’s NoteL I’M BACKBABY!!!!!!!!!!!! This is SO WOTH the QUIDOLLARS ipaid !!!! i HOPE you ike it its my BEST WORK EVAR1111111)

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As always, the Cafeteria was busy. Not just the main dining hall - that was a given. With how many Agents there were with various daily waking cycles, along with how time seemed different for all of them, the tables were rarely, if ever, empty.

As a result, the Cafeteria workers, rarely, if ever, had a break. Even if they weren’t being assigned tasks, the sheer trial involved in navigating the non-Euclidean and sometimes backrooms that were the kitchens meant that when they made it out, it wastime for their shift again and they were forced back in by ethereal Obligations.

In one of the kitchens, a few workers were on meat duty, the room they were in fittingly covered in piles of glitter, assorted blades, and a rusty shovel.

The room had two exits-a human-sized vent in the corner that was so poorly bolted that it could flipopen like in Among Us, and a massive, ornate double-doored gate made of intricately forged curls of metal that was far too fancy for the messy room it guarded.

“We’ve got meat supplies from ESAS, sir!” Ocotillo made her way through the large gate, pushing a wooden box taller than your average small giant in front of her.

Ocotillo was a dragon, and that was okay. Though by dragon standards she was quite small, she was still very large to your average humanoid (which made up a concerning number of the PPC HQ’s population, in her opinion). She was over six meters tall and much longer, and had to practically squeeze through the gate, large as it was.

"Your request has been registered. Give it a moment." Tess, one of Ocotillo's fellow workers, walked over with a bone saw. She gripped the side of the giant wooden box, then began sawing at a corner.

Tess was a mess in multiple senses of the word. She was comically top heavy in a way normally associated with over-ambitious Suvians or certain suspicious anime, and likely would have had hellish levels of back pain if she still had functioning nerves. As it wasmost of her was dead, her skin stretched and papery and patched and papery and. Scattered across said skin were steel plates and wires patching over open wounds. The distinctive whine of metal on metal filled the air as she sawed at the box with a robotic limb (one of four).

After a minute of aggressive sawing, a hole had been carved into the box. Meat quickly flowed out, the wooden square quickly displaced by the glittery mush seeped forth like chocolate milk from a brown cow.

“Oh, meat’s here? Why didn’t you tell me?” An old man wandered over, an industrial-size wheelbarrow hefted over his shoulder. By industrial-size, one means the size of your m

Ligma B. Matterhorn was a man with a strange name and strange demeanour. Barely over a meter tall, he was covered in more wrinkles than an old tuxedo left crumpled on a closet floor for years. Also like a closetdwelling tuxedo, he was covered in dust and cobwebs that ignoring any attempts to clean them off. He had a strange laugh and a giant toothy smile, both of which he displayed proudly as he caught the glittery meat in the massive wheelbarrow he had dragged over with him

“Power fantasy too looking at it!” he stuck hims gloved hand into the meaty mess and pulled it back out, letting the forbidden glitter pudding slowly ooze between his fingers. It almost seemed to quiver of its own accord. “That’s the good stuff.”

Tess looked over to Ocotillo. The dragon was awkwardly standing to the side, bent over so her horns wouldn’t get jammed in the Generic ceiling againl ike the last two times.

“Hey, Oc?” she said. “Could you check the label on that box again?”

“Which one, sir?” Ocptillo leaned over to peer at the top of the large box, squinting. “Er, what part?”

Tess glanced back to the open hole in the box, where the glittery meat was starting to quiver more tha normal, then back up to the dragon. “The powers list, please.” Her expression didn’t change - it couldnt much to begin with, seeing as all her nerves were dead -but her voice had a slight edge to it.

Octopillo seemed to hear it, and she tensed slightly. Nodding, she looked back to the list. “On it! It looks like suvian levels of physical strength, defying gravity…absorption?” she peered closer. “Regeneration - oh, ”

She stepped back as the wooden box began to shake. “Aw, camel spit.” She curled her venomous tail at the ready and tucked in her wings, teeth gritted. Tess edged back as well. “Matterhorn! Move!” he shouted.

“Eh? What?” The old man turned, putting a hand to his ear. “Wasnt listening, the meat's moving and its quite distrac-”

(space reserve for louie to add sound effects)

The box exploded. Glittery meat flew everywhere, the sheer force of it blasting all three workers against the wall and covering them in pasty red glitter-caked Nickelodeon slime.

From the remains of the box rose the Suvian meat, roiling together into the shape of an enormous face. It (fill in later, use thesaurus), as was standard for Suvians, but the effect was ruined by the fact that said face was made of textureless meat, and said meat was trembling violently. It roared, meaty jaw losing structure as the face stretched far taller than faces were supposed to go, the sound bouncing around the room like my dog after he hears the doorbell.

Covered in glittery ush and slumped against the wall, the Starbucks workers slowly took in the situation.

“Oh, it’s a Slorp wannabe. Hoho!” Matterhorn clapped meatily a few times.

“Oh, it’s a Slorp wannabe. Great.” Tess’s face shifted slightly in the direction of a frown.

“Who?” asked Ocotillo, utterly bewildered, trying and failing to unstick her horns from the ceiling..

(note to self: proofread the rest tomorrow)

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“i am HAIR!!!!!’ screamed a cool looking d epartment o mary sue aent weilding a goofy ah FLAMER CHAINSAW KATANA ran thru!

It wsalewis, a ESUS AGent withr ippling mussels and agmnigicentbugethat hreatened tobrsuthis pnaope wtih its SHEAR MASCULINIYTn!!!1 hehad athis dise a shinty akatan a makeog nbeakable amandamantium NIPPLE STEEL that shIInwd and fired like tha sun when hw pulled ti out of his back!!! Nuair nach robh e a’ marbhadh suvhians bha e a’ togail na fèithean aige!!!!! (Louie, please fix this when you have the time. What are you even trying to say here.)

‘oh its lewis: said Test

‘oh its lewis’ said ligma.

“What in the cactus-pricked moons is-” borth the cool agant and the not!slorp slapped her in the face. with there glares

‘LEWIS!!!!!” he screamed. “AND DON”R YOU FORGRT iT!!!!”

“...Help.”

lewis waved ad sheahted his kataaa at the slime monster. “dIE MOBSTER” He screamed! ‘yOU DONT ELON IN THIS WORLD”

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Th emonster roared back in deifance, then charged.

FOR ROD AND COUNTY!!!” scfeamed louwis as he ran forward heroiially to meet it,

- TO BE CONTINUED -

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