Text (?) // uKNOw10nnnn jfdl;aeiofpjdaskljdklf iaia ia.. ia-sut typoawhennnoon ia~

[iaiafhtagn]

[Is this text? It must be, but the words... twisted and distorted a person could swear they could hear them. But no one else seems to be reacting. The noise...

Your ears ring--

--was it all in your imagination as you make the attempt to recite the gibberish in your head? It doesn't seem to be gibberish, it seems to be calling to you. Seductive, you want to chant, sing, vomit; but also... something was watching you?]

_Y'ai 'n^g'ngah, ^Yog-So^_thoth _h^'e_e - ^{l'geb f'a}_i thro^do_g uaaah.

[Stop reading it... try to ^stop reading IT! Those that stare at it might feel a headache. Might feel they're being watched by something. Might feel paranoid.]

^y'ai ^'ng'nah, s-_s-s-_ut --- _typ^hon. ^'e_e - ^{l'geb f'a}_i t_h^ro^do_g ua_aah.

[These are not words for you. STOP. Stare at it for too long and you might feel a trickle of coppery red drip from your nostrils. Stare... READ st0P. Before the words make you lose yourself.

And Abigail is currently none the wiser that this was happening. And don't worry you won't lose yourself _{claw out your eyes}... right?

...Right?

_{scratch yourself to the bone}

Sommethw!ing is w@tshing... something is watching... watching.... wa@#a----

lo0se yourself sing his praise... ia... ia... ia... sut-typhoon... ia...!

_Sing]

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Text / un; Abigail Williams

[iaiafhtagn]

---- and that's how we made mushroom soup!

text: un: ØⱤ₱ⱧɆɄ₴ Ø₦ ₮ⱧɆ ØⱤ₱ⱧɆɄ₥ ₵łⱤ₵Ʉł₮

[stayscared]

[this recipe looks like it came right from the kitchens of the dolphin hotel and was filtered up through management's express checkout room service. birds roasted in shit is a recurring phrase that comes to mind.

he catches the first whisper. it's gibberish.

(my brother was eaten by wolves on the connecticut turnpike

ₘy bᵣₒₜₕₑᵣ wₐₛ ₑₐₜₑₙ by wₒₗᵥₑₛ ₒₙ ₜₕₑ cₒₙₙₑcₜᵢcᵤₜ ₜᵤᵣₙₚᵢₖₑ)

he reads it until his head hurts, until he retches out another whisper:

.̵͉̫̟͉̎ʜ̴̮̘̜͊̈ɒ̵̡̤̝͋͘ɒ̸̧̢̺̝͗͋̈́̋ɒ̵̡̀̎̐ͅu̷̮̗̯̼̓̒́̓ ̵̯̼̙͌͜ǫ̵̜͍͙̦́͝ǫ̸͕̟͒ḇ̸̠̟̖͑ọ̴̜͗ͅɿ̴̘̩̐ʜ̵̮̟̜̣̾̓̈́ƚ̵̩̪̮̩́ ̵͈͕̤̏ĩ̴͇ɒ̵͔̟̋'̷͓̭͔̱̀͊Ꮈ̵̣̖̮̔͋͊͘ ̸͖̼̲̒̿̎̋d̵̮̘̰̼̀̾ɘ̶̧̘̫̊ǫ̶̰͂ͅͅ'̴̮̄|̷͎̙̙͑͋ ̷̰̺̭̈́-̶̗̮͍̀͑ ̴̢̻̔́̕͠ɘ̴̝̲́͘ɘ̶͈͂͊͝'̸̗͎̟̬̽̅̀̿ʜ̶̱̱̋̇͊̚ ̴̖̃ʜ̷͍̞̃̿̈̄ƚ̵̳͐̐̽͂ȏ̴͕͠͝ʜ̵͇̋ƚ̴̧͇̮́ọ̵̢̥͚̕Ꙅ̷̥̳̈̃̐-̴̧͖̭̝̀͝ǫ̶̯̙͒̿o̷̹̥̒̕Y̷̼͚̣͌̾͝ ̶̛͈̻̮̬̓̈́,̶̰͇̍͐ʜ̵̧̈́ɒ̶̩̇̿̈̔ǫ̷̘͗̚ᴎ̵̯͈̏̿͆'̷̮̤͑ǫ̸̯̂̈̆͝ᴎ̸̼͈̽'̸̜̲͎̎̎̕͝ ̸̙̀̋̚ͅi̸̮̙͚̣̊́̔̒ɒ̵̡̟̥́̓͆̏'̷̦̰͚͊̚Y̴̻̖̽̊́

it's backwards.

he should, obviously, stop. but he reads until the photographs on the wall don't just look back at him, they look. they watch. they accuse.

it's not real. it's part of that thing with the tower. so he repeats the phrase. the tower is weakening and soon shall fall. he whispers it, he thinks it, he yells it. he tries typing it, but it doesn't help.]

the Tower is weakeng and son shal
lfall ;

[a float of dark glittery blood fanning out in front of his face and spreading upward blocks his view. breaks the hold. but it's a long while before he ventures another reply.]

Don't eat it.

[that's not mushroom soup that's pcp.]

[iaiafhtagn]

Um... are you well? Your typing seems distressed to me. Don't eat what?

[stayscared]

[what a good question. he'd never really though to apply the word "well" to his situation in trench, but all in all, if he has to compare this month (so far) to the last (his first) then ...he would suppose he had been doing well until he'd read this.

had he read it, though? had it even been there?]

The last part of your message said you'd made mushroom soup. The first part of the message, though? It's rated R for rip my eyes out, which is relevant because that's one of the things it told me to do.

No eyeball soup for me, thanks.

Did you mean to send that? Are you well?

[iaiafhtagn]

I'm not certain if I understand what you mean? Do you not like mushroom soup?

I did mean to send this? It would be silly for me not to have. And am well. It's fine if you don't enjoy mushrooms. But I might hazard to say your words are a little... out of line sir.

[stayscared]

Oh, I like mushroom soup just fine. But that message you sent was all kinds of messed up. It wasn't about soup, it was some kind of text I could hear, and it made me want to claw my eyes out. That's not a metaphor.

It was like the words were singing.

I don't think I'm that out of line, I'm just calling it like I read it. Heard it. You might have sent one thing into your Omni, but something else came out.

[iaiafhtagn]

Something else came out?

[Like the distant whispers from a far off world beyond all understanding? The kind that worms itself into your brain and drives you to insanity? Yeah, no clue what he's talking about at all!]

If that's the case, I have no idea to what it is you're referring to. But I can still resend you the recipe if you so wish?

[stayscared]

[yes. exactly like that. of course! it was all a coincidence. nothing to worry about at all.]

It was "something else", all right.

It's probably something screwing with these devices. I've had some pretty weird things happen but being attacked through it is a first. So I'm going to have to pass on that recipe for now.

That mess where my user name should be? I didn't do that either.

[took him long enough to notice.]

[iaiafhtagn]

Oh, um... like a virus?

[Those things she's heard about back home? The ones that the scary nurse went bonkers over. Only with a mechanical device. Because apparently machines can get sick too.

Abby doesn't know.]

If that's the case then...! I hope it gets better! Strange illnesses will only make life here worse, and I heard bad things can happen if your device gets sick!

text: un: EXPRESSCHECKOUT

[stayscared]

That's a good way to describe it. Kind of like that, only in my case it leapt from the device and straight into my head. My device made me sick.

Be careful with yours. If you've got someone you trust that's good with stuff like that, maybe have them take a look at it just to make sure it's safe. Better safe than sorry, you know?

[apparently they can. how? well, they're made of blood so maybe the blood's sick. thinks the guy that hasn't realized how the economy works here. or that his omen can speak.]

[iaiafhtagn]

I shall be certain to take care with mine. Though I'm not certain if I know of anyone that's decent with these devices, I shall keep it mind the next time I'm out shopping.

[Probably, she might actually be more interested now in what it was everyone saw. Some sort of disturbing text by the sounds of it.]

Is this the first time such a thing has occurred here?

[stayscared]

There's always someone out there that's an expert on something. Since these Omnis are a requirement, probably a good chance someone's trying to make money off of that.

[blood, mike. they are trying to make blood. but whatever - at least you have the gist of it.]

It's the first time it's happened to me, but I feel like I'm a bit of a "weird shit" magnet. Got a lot of messages I wasn't supposed to, but they didn't come with compulsions to claw my eyes out, or sing words I'd never heard of. Sent some strange messages, too, but they were harmless. Silly, even.

The user names changing like that? (It just did it again, for the record.) That's pure malevolence.

un: GoldenFlowers, text (cw for self harm, suicide)

[the_obedient_servant]

For those wondering, stabbing myself in the heart seems to have stopped the effects of this temporarily.

Very interesting trick. How did you do that?

[iaiafhtagn]

You... hurt yourself? What effects and trick?

There's nothing amazing about making mushroom soup. I don't think... I mean, some of the mushrooms here look different from back home. But they're mostly the same. And very tasty!

[the_obedient_servant]

You really don't know you're doing it?

Fascinating. Your message is heavily corrupted in some kind of eldritch forbidden knowledge fashion.

It deleted the mushroom soup instructions too... which is a shame. I would have liked to know how to make mushroom soup.

[iaiafhtagn]

All that I'm aware of is merely that I sent out a message pertaining to mushroom soup. Nothing more.

I'm not certain I understand what you mean by "eldritch forbidden knowledge". Unless that is what you refer to soup as.

Still, if you wish, I can still show you how. So long as you promise not to harm yourself once more.