This is madness! Madness? This. Is. REALITY! (Private Lani, Rackie)

Alright, who needs thi- *shot*

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"Alright, alright, alright! Are you done? Are you done with your time stamping bullshit?! There are more important things than it!" I spoke to a certain invisible person, obviously angrily. I was alone. On this creepy street. Seriously- what the hell is going to happen to me this time? Another dead partnering thread?! No thanks!
"Obviously, I don't need to even raise my voice, because you're actually reading my thoughts, right?!" What a question- he obviously was. Am I right, Mr. Admin idiot? Alright, alright, just kidding... Please don't drop me... "Anyways. Tell me, what's the point of making this street empty, anyway? It's not like you'd torment me by writing that "...people around him were looking at him like at an idiot who's talking to himself", right?" He obviously would. I sat on the nearest bench, trying to focus my thoughts. Something was obviously planned. Something is going to happen. Someone is going to just appear here out of nowhere. I just... feel it

Oh, silly little raccoon man! Of course someone was just going to appear! That's what I do~! With a sudden giggle and a burst of almost chalk-like smoke, I materialized right there, in the middle of that street, of course! Smirking widely --- or, really, my gesture comes off more like a grin... I'm not exactly a menacing little thing~ --- I looked to him, appearing very much human, if unorthodox. I was leaning forward, something that makes me feel very short, yes sir-y, Bob, my hands behind my back and my skirt probably too high up given that it maintains it's form and doesn't just fall against my legs. Oh well, there was no one here to perv on my undies, who cares~? "Oh, hello, there, Lucas Raccoon Man~! You're a hard one to find sometimes, you know that? So difficult to find a thread with you~!" I huff at him, now, straightening up and standing on my tiptoes with my fists on my hips, as though it makes me more intimidating --- it does, mind you, I swear~! "You should really talk to that adminy-man of yours, he's been making my adminy lady thing wait til you decided to reappear! I am not a very patient man, mister!" My cheeks puff as I lean a bit towards him, waving my finger in his face as my eyes stare at him, one turning pink, the other the usual teal as the my outfit.

Knew it! Knew it! You damned rude Admin! No seriously. I'm just kidding. Don't throw me into a bin. Please, isn't your raccoon witch enough?! oh I know! Drop Catherineeee. ... Sorry. I sighed loudly, not even looking at... No, wait... Perv you say? Wait. Let's stop right here! I stood up slowly and looked at the newcomer. Oh well, wait- I need to look at her Charac-... Riiight I don't have access to this here. Anyway, a strange thing. Definitely not a witch. Not a kishin egg. Wears jester's clothes. A clown, huh? And a cute one? Yeaaah... Itsatrap. plz no. I put my hands into the pockets of my hoodie and sighed. "So... This is what my creator has thrown at me this time. Cool!" I commented slowly approaching the clown, absolutely ignoring her attempts to be intimidating. "You know... I'm getting a little forgotten here, you know! I've already survived a pairing thread that died. I wonder though, why a new thread when you could've just met me in the "Training is good, right?" one? Y'know the one on the training grounds. Nevermind, nevermind! My cameo there was rather boring anyway. So, MerryLynn, why have you been looking for me? You know, my admin...guy... doesn't like sharing his thoughts with me" And you should, Ra.... Asshole. No,no,no sorry. yer not a...fuck.


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edit by MerryLynn: There is now an eraser mark behind the "e" in her name, which, come to think of it, now has the e in a slightly different font...

I look up, pouting my lips out and glaring before leaping out of the textbox and taking the backspace eraser on Admin-lady's type-y board. "You said my name wrong!" I say, showing my offense as I specifically leap out of the street, in front of him, to correct the spelling error. "Oh, and adminny-man got your text color wrong somewhere up there. You should have him look into that~" I giggle from above, swinging back through the text input box and reappearing properly in the street. "Now that that is done and over with, hello, again~!" I cock my head slightly, taking in his questions curiously, "Well, mister, this thread keeps you all to myself, yep yep~!" I point upwards, directing his attention to the "private" label of the thread that says that only our creators can put any characters in here. Suddenly realizing something, I become offended again, pouting once more with my cheeks puffing and eyes narrowing, "Wait, you haven't seen my character sheet, yet?! What's this nonsense?! Lemme go grab it for you~!" I disappear, then, to be back in my next post with my character sheet link, and hopefully a broom to clean up all this chalk dust I'm leaving everywhere...

Rackie, you sneaky ninja! I didn't even notice you broke my color. Wait... It happens often, am I right? Like when you did 3 different colors for NANA. You heartless thing, don't you love your charac- alright... mesorry >.>
"Fun fact: My creator never allows me to look at character sheets. "Too much damage to the fourth wall" Or something. Don't care." I replied, sighing loudly. I put my hands behind the head. She disappeared. Literally jumped out of the thread. "MerryLynn come back here!" I shouted impatiently. I sat back on the bench, waiting for that clown to return. Damn, I must compliment her looks, by the way. She's really cute in her "humanoid" form.

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Edit by MerryLynn: There is an even bigger eraser mark behind her name and it's... now... all... in a... different... font O.o

"Will you stop that?!" I demand, hoping that my voice carries across my irritation; he said my name wrong, again! Grumbling, I jump back into the thread the long way 'round, stretching my hand out of this feeble little screen to take the typey eraser again and patch up the spelling error. "That's no way to treat a lady, you know~!" I shout, swinging back into the thread and tossing adminy lady her eraser before pulling my sheet out of my top. Scrambling, I force the neckline to stay in place, grumbling in my head very loudly at adminy lady about her fanservice bullshit. "Here, I printed it for you~" I say, grinning loudly as I had him the .png, "At least, I assume that's what 'PrntScr' means." I shrug, laughing as I spin, my skirt remaining stationary as the rest of me spins inside of it, "Bah, whatever! Here it is~!" I lean over it as I hand it to him, pointing at pieces as he reads them, "I found an eraser in the Paint program so I omitted so stuffles that you didn't need~" I wink, making a peace sign against my head with my other hand, tongue sticking out. Oop, I forgot that my tongue is torquose, too. Maybe I shouldn't have done that. Oh, well~ whoknowsmaybeillgetluckyandhellfinditsexy

She...gave me a screenshot. MerryLynn gave ma a screenshot edited in paint. Kill me now. I sighed, reading through her character sheet, chuckling from time to time and looking at her from time to time. "So that's how they look like. Oh, and Celldweller..." I commented. Her abilities started worrying me, though... ESPECIALLY THE FUSION THING. Rackie what have you done, I dun wanna die. I hate you. I bent her sheet in half and put it into my pocket. I stood up and approached the clown. "And uh... sorry for saying your name wrong.My bad. One thing, now that I know about Madness Fusion, I will NOT let you use it on me! And your cute and attractive appearance will absolutely not convince me to stop being cautious around you." I told her quickly. Wait... Did you... did you just force me to admit to her that she's attractive? You bastard! Ihateyouihateyouihateyouihateyou! IhateyouRackie! AND STOP CENSORING MY THOUGHTS!

Laughing aloud at the large, bold printedness of his thoughts, I bounce and spin in place, my skirt not moving at all as I do so. "Oh, oh, I'm cute, huh~?" I say; silly, silly Raccoon-man!!! Mister adminy can't make'ya say things that aren't twue~ That'd make you break character and is the writing of bad~! *nodnod* My laughing doesn't stop until I lean in closer, just about close enough to boop his nose with my own! Oh, maybe I should push up his glasses~! I do so, gently, smirking at him, something that still looks more like a playful grin than an actual smirk. I guess my face is only made for cute things. Oh, well~ "And who says I'd even wanna go all Fusion with ya, huh~?" I ask, dropping my volume a little bit so that it doesn't seem like I'm shouting at him. It's a good thing I ate some candy before this thread, my breath smells of minties~ OH! Oh, wait, no! I didn't eat the Flair-y admin, I swear! Mean minty candy~! Oh, oh, oh, no! I didn't eat the clown, either! I- oh, oh dear...
Shaking my head a bit, I accidentally rub his nose with my own as I knock the thoughts away, pretending to act like I'm all offended. Hand on my hip and finger waving at him, I speak again. "You haven't even taken me out to dinner, yet, mister! That's awfully presumptious of you to think I'mma go and fuse with you without so much as a first date!" Got him, right? This is how flirting works? I'm irresistible, now!

I dropped to my knees. Do you really hate me that much? Do you really hate me that much to put me in this hell?! I sighed, closing my eyes. She's just a clown. She's just a clown. Clowns do their thing. Wait... Is this... Omygod, omygod! She's the manifestation of this site's madness! Reality... And then... Oh lord. No, nevermind, I better push thoughts out of my head. I stood up, adjusting my glasses. "T-That's not how you flirt, silly..!" I told her, blushing like an idiot. Where are you Rackie? Oh, and you aren't censoring... Oh come on! "Anyway, no fusioning thing, kay?" I told her, trying to keep what remained of my dignity. I put my hands on my hips and sighed. "So... our creators temporarily poofed all of the NPCs from the area, huh?" I said. By the way, she really doesn't know how to flirt...

I pouted, what do you mean, I don't know how to flirt?! ADMIN LADY, WHAT'S THIS BULLSHIT?! TEACH ME YOUR WA- Oh. Wait, you don't know how to flirt, either.... how the hell did you get married, woman? WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOT TO QUESTION YOU?!?!?! DO YOU REALIZE WHAT I AM?!?! Bah, whatever.... useless thing. WAIT DON'T TEMP BAN ME I DON'T WANNA GO IN YOUR MISSING CATACOMBS!!! PLEASE!!!!!! IT'S DARK IN THERE, AND IT'S UN-POOFABLE~!! D:

Shaking my head, I look at him again, pouting. "Well, if you're so good at flirting then, mister, why don't you show me?!" I straighten, standing on my tiptoes and puffing my chest out a bit as I put my knuckles on my hips, looking all confident and snazzy.

You... You even let her read my thoughts too... Aren't you my creator? Shouldn't you be on my side?! *sigh* You useless admin... a guinea pig should bite you in your mean nose! alright,
alright, I'll stop...
I looked at the clown, tired. She was even crazier than me! My face is tired. My soul is tired. You are tired too, aren't you? I crossed my arms and sighed. "Nah... I don't know how to flirt either."

OOC: Or perhaps you're too embarrassed for that, Raccoon.

IC:
Oh, look who has showed up! Mr. I'll torture you with my rudeness! If you're so smart then help me not get even more broken than I already am!

I pout. What'cha mean no one here knows how to flirt? Fooey, I wanted a good flirting spell. I've never had those but the televizey pictures admin lady watches make it seem fun. Booooooooooooooooo. Giving him a crooked smile as I think, I begin to wonder where this thread is going. Did the adminnies forget to make a thread plot?! Fooey! No one showed me the script for this thread and the Four-Wall won't let me snatch it! This isn't fair, it isn't fair, it isn't fair! I start stomping my feet, annoyed at that stupid wall. I'm s'pposed to be able to break that thing, what gives? Crossing my arms over my chest, I look around the empty street and think. "Well, what do you do for fun Mr. Raccoon-man?"

I shrugged. Clearly our creators had no idea what they were doin-

OOC: OF COURSE WE KNOW, YOU BLIND RACCOOON..... Whoops...

IC: Enough with the lewd stuff or else I'll bite you!

OOC: You can't!

IC: We shall see!

Anyyyyways... Back to my clown friend... She seemed to be speaking with her creator too. Or..To her creator. I don't know anymore. I'm too confused. Oh yeah.. I have to reply to her question, right?
"Ah, yes, yes...I.. can teleport you know? So... I... travel. Yes, travel. I love traveling. One could say that I'm a wall-breaking tourist, you know? Ha..Ha..Ha..." What a lame joke... Tell me this is a dream. I want to smash my head against a wall. This is madnes!

I can't help it. I wish I could, but he said the word. I grin at him, wide, suddenly, accidently, a touch of crazy menacing as my head tilts. "This is Reality." I say the words. I can't help it. I don't know why. It scares me. Why don't I know? I know everything... I'm scared. My eyes hurt. They don't feel right. They're pink. Why do they match my hair? I shake my head, forcing these things away, these scary things. My eyes feel right again, feel normal. I look down. I'm ashamed. "That sounds fun..." I murmur the words. He'll never like me, now. Music plays in my head.

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What was that? What the hell was that?! "This is Reality". Wait... Her madness strand is reality. My eyes widened, looking at the clown. Hey, does it mean that... "Reality" is my madness too? Kinda? I mean, I'm a sorcerer, not a kishin egg, but... we're both breaking the fourth wall. She actually understands me and knows how I feel... Kinda. A bit hesitantly, I approached the clown. "Right, madness is what created you... Poor thing..." For some reason, I felt sorry for the clown. I clenched my teeth. What should I say now? "Hey... Uh... Merry?"
Does madness make some clowns sad? Or is MerryLynn just so special? I don't know... I mean... clowns are made of madness... Madness and clowns are scary. This one though?

OOC: Kiss her you fool! Uh eh... I mean... Hug her...

IC: Shut up. I'm serious right now.
What to do with her? I don't really understand the nature of the clowns, yet I am here, thinking about making friends with this creature.

OOC: Hug her.
IC: Madness Fusion you idiot!
OOC: Ugh... The clowns are complicated
IC: Leave.

I hesitantly reached out my hand to touch her shoulder. I'm scared. My heart is beating fast. I know that the clowns are extremly dangerous. I didn't touch her though. Fuck it! "Alright Merry, chin up! There are only three fourth-wall breakers on this site. You and I are the only active one. Let's stick together! Ugh... I... fuck... I eh... I like you, you strange thing!" I spoke suddenly, trying to cheer her up.

I feel like my ears are pointed, suddenly --- some strange little imagining brought on by some obsession with adminny lady, I guess. I don't care. They aren't pointed but that's how she's seeing them, right now, and it's... it's whatever, really. But Mr. Raccoon-man is speaking again, and the words are for me. Like? Likes me? Strange, strange words. They don't sound right. I probably missed something. I should probably go back and read his post. I don't want to. I don't care to. there's context I'm missing but it's fine. He's not been scared away. That's enough.

"I can't fuse without your permission." I tell him, the words flat. They lack energy but give off a vibe of sadness. It's true, though. He has to agree to it in order for the fusing to happen. I won't hurt him. I can't hurt him. I need him, and he doesn't know that. He shouldn't know that. I hope he doesn't find out. I can, technically, thrive off of the site, itself, off of the energy it gives off, off of the residue left by Droon, off of the other creators that pass through... but the site is so tired, so warn out. It's crumbling and quiet and lonely, echoes of a community once thriving and wild and free... echoes that resound through the thread, richocheting off posts and keeping the place alive even without the user base to properly sustain it. I need him, but he can't know that. It would make this friendship seem less... right. Less special. I'm not a parasite. I don't want to be. I don't want him to think that. "But I like you, too, silly man." I say the words without realizing they were there. The mirth's back. I sound normal. I sound human. Silly, silly things. Clowns shouldn't be this way. Human form can do that to ya, though. Silly, silly things...

Ooc: Raccoon you should know something

Ic: I don't care. There are more important things right now.

Ooc: It is important!

Ic: Shut up!

Ooc: It's about this clown.

Ic: Oh so now you want to share informations with me? I don't care. I'll learn it on my own

Ooc: Just... Read her thoughts. 

Ic: No, I want her to have some privacy.

Ooc: fine... Even though I'm the one who created you.

Ic:
Let's get back to our story, shall we? I've made up my mind.

"Merry, listen closely: You'll NEVER get my permission to fuse with me, understood? However... We can be friends. Okay..? I mean, this site is old and dusty, of course. However... It's our world after all. So uh... I... don't want to feel alone in it and you... Even though you're a clown, you can actually understand me. So yeah... Even without reading your thoughts I'm sure I need you as much as you need me. So... Uh... Gimme a hug..?" I spoke, trying to be calm. But in the end I had a tear in my eye. This is so weird. I'm confused. At least I don't feel alone. I have MerryLynn... I'm still a bit scared of her because of what she is but... I guess she has feelings? Even though they are mixed with her madness.

Ooc: I guess I'll just do whatever I can to keep these two happy..

Ic:
So strange. So unusual. This site needs life. I'll be there till the very end. I hope Merry will be there too. I mean, everyone around us don't even know the truth about this world. This is just a site. We're merely puppets in the hands of our creators. We wouldn't be there without them. We think we have a choice. We think our world is real! Damn it. I'm getting a headache from all of this.
And so, I did the most difficult and perhaps dangerous thing in my life- I wrapped my arms around the clown, hugging her tightly- like an old friend who's reuniting with their childhood's best friend. I closed my eyes, waiting for what is coming next

She told him the truth; she couldn't fuse. Thus, she did not. What she did do however, well... let's hand the reins back over:

I crumbled. Damn it all, but I crumbled. It's so strange, the way that clown mechanics work. My skirt loses its form, falling flat against me as my legs give out. Suddenly, they feel unreal, mechanical, constructed like a mannequin's. I'm not a mannequin. My legs are not a mannequin's. This is a human form, and, regrettably, is acting very, very human. A sob breaks loose, and I can feel it shaking me. I'm trembling and burying my face in his chest, equal parts happy and sad. Alone and at home. This feels both right and wrong. I feel the breath of this site as it is my life. It is my life, my birth and my death. My Alpha. My Omega. It is me, and I need it. I rely on it. And he's the last pure source of the energy that created me, that sustains me. I hate it. I rely on it. I have to rely on him. I don't want to. Not like this.

"M-m-Mr. Ra- Racoo-Raccoon-ma-man..." I'm stuttering. I shouldn't be stuttering. That sounds out of character. I am a clown, right...? Oh, yeah. Human body. Human emotions. I deserve this for that choice. "Ca-ca-can..." I have to hold him, I have to hug him back in order to keep standing and I'm suddenly even more grateful for the convenience of this empty street. "Can I... stay like this awhile...?"

I listened to my companion's voice. Observed her behavior. Fear was gone"Of course, of course... Let's enjoy this moment... " I said quietly, holding the clown tightly. Yeah, she was acting like a normal human being- it suited her to be honest. "After all, we're alone here... Uh... "Welcome to a world where the air I breathe is mine. Nothing to overwhelm me and nothing to cloud my mind. Be anyone, do anything I'd ever want to try. Time doesn't exist here, I will never die.." I added, quoting a few lines from her theme song in the end. I looked around, not releasing MerryLynn from my hug and came to an unusual realization: It was truly a SERPception. I chuckled. "Hey, Merry, I've noticed you're able to freely leave threads at any time... You're quite lucky, I'm stuck in the official timeline..." I commented, smiling

I let out a soft chuckle, the softest, the sound possessing just enough of an almost husky edge to keep it out of giggling range. "I can," I said, only mildly amused by the realization; it seemed normal to me. Despite the newness of the sheet itself, my age matched that of the site. Subsequently, I'd been left more to wander its data fields than the world it held. It was a confusing notion, when you put too much thought to it. Actually, it's why I chose not to think of it, typically. I moved as I wished, came and went as I wanted. I didn't need to be grounded, and it was generally far more fun, let alone interesting, to be otherwise. "It's not all fun. There's a lot of people that can't spell," I set the last word as a teasing jab towards his pronunciation of my own name, "And not all of the writing is good. Do you realize how many people have tried to just spontaneously change a character's weapon form for no good reason? I swear, some of them have been through five..."

Her teasing almost immediately made me blush. "Oh come on, I've already apologized for that..." I said, pouting. I guess, she'll never forget. I shook my head and smiled again, listening to her description of the world outside the official timeline. I really wanted to see all of that for myself. It seemed exciting. It seemed new. It seemed more interesting than what was usually happening. Too bad I just couldn't leave the timeline! My creator probably had forgotten to give me an ability to do so... Or perhaps he wanted me to not leave the threads for my own safety. It doesn't matter now. I can always ask MerryLynn to tell me more about the archives and about character creation. She seems to enjoy talking about it. A sudden thought came into my mind "Hey, hey, hey! You know what would be funny? Appearing out of nowhere in random threads and causing ruckus... and then poofing away"

My lip twitched. I don't know why, but I wanted to hide the grin that his idea incited. Maybe I was just being playful or wanted to coerce him into digging himself into greater trouble. At any rate, I shrugged, still in his arms and looking away as though I doubted the legitimacy and usefulness of the idea. "I don't know..." I said, letting my voice sound doubtful.

With one arm I ran my fingers through my hair, reconsidering my idea. With the other, I was still holding the clown. Embarrassed, I must admit that I was enjoying hugging her. No, no no! Forget about the previous sentence! I don't want you to use it against me. plz... don't
I finally said: "Hm... you might be right... After all, because I'm stuck in one timeline,
I can't let the other characters know that I am aware of the true nature of our little world" Good thing her doubt stopped me from doing a stupid, stupid thing. please, don't tell me that it's actually a bait!

My eyes rolled, though I shrugged, "Eh, what do I care? Everyone assumes I'm crazy when they look at me, anyway." Laughing, I twist out of his arms, moving away to skip about somewhat carelessly, randomly. "What to do what to doooOOooOoooo, then...~♪"

Laughing, I crossed my arms and shook my head. We needed something fun to do. Call this a date if you really must. plz don't... I sat on the bench and rubbed my eye. Oh! I know! "Merry! I know I can't visit the archives but you could bring the archives here. Let's have some fun!" I suggested