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“So, how long has it been since you joined us in a run, Ms star of the show?” Rodger asked.
“[Long enough to see how you ruin every run you’re in. I had to leave early because you led Sprout to me. TWICE.]”
“...Point taken.”
It was a normal run, and not much had happened. He had started to try to talk to Vee, liven up the mood, but it hadn't worked very well. Now, she was currently facing away and looking at Brightney, who was staring at a tape in her hand and discussing something with Gigi. Looking around the elevator, he took a quick head count of everyone here as he opened up his journal (Brightney would call it a diary.). Looey would be their distractor for this run, and Finn, along with Soulvester, were extractors. Brightney was here to light up the way for the aforementioned 2 (When Soulvester asked why they needed someone to glow if he was bioluminescent, Rodger had expertly and professionally avoided the question, not saying anything about his subpar speed compared to his two teammates.), and Gigi…
…
Well Gigi was a last second addition. According to Gigi Yatta had said while in the vents, she heard a “weird noise that sounded like metal chains” coming from one of the floors the run was going to stop by. Apparently to Gigi that meant there should be a cool metal treasure that she could “borrow”, and so right before going down she had asked to join. Since Gigi was a useful asset, she was let onto the team. Vee, while also a surprising addition, had decided to not join at the last second, and simply told Rodger the day earlier that she would join the run. Her reasoning was simpler than expected: Brightney was coming, and she “wouldn't leave a fellow machine in need”. It was a nice sentiment, but also a bit of a hassle, seeing as this run didn't require a main risking their life when the goal floor was just around floor 25.
Either way, it was just another run in Gardenview. It shouldn't have been that day, a normal day, when the line between twisted and toon was blurred forever.
But Rodger wouldn't know about that until later.
For now, everything was just normal.
—
As the doors opened, Finn and Soulvester ran off with Brighteny, or rather Finn ran off with Brightney, while Soulvester was at their heel, yelling “Sir Finn, please slow down i am horrible at running and you know this please please slow down plEASE". Loony readied himself to take off in the opposite direction, before Gigi rushed past him, shouting “That metal thingy is mine!” as she took off running around a corner, before running back pursued by a twisted Yatta and turning another corner out of sight. Loony sighed, pulling out an air horn and running off to find Gigi. That left just Vee and Rodger. As Rodger looked at Vee, he noticed she seemed to be staring into the distance. All of a sudden, Vee’s face flashed as she remembered to activate her ability, pulling out her mic and tapping it twice, highlighting all the machines and Twisteds were. Rodger noted her uncharacteristic behavior as they walked out of the elevator, shutting behind them. As Vee put away her tail and walked towards the nearest machine, he followed behind and began a good old interrogation.
“Well, you seem to be in distress.”
“[Huh?]”
“You didn't activate your ability until everyone else had gone looking for their tasks.”
“[And? Are you implying that I'm getting rusty?]”
“No, even on your worst days, you always activate your cameras on time. You only miscalculate when your CPU is thinking about something else.”
Vee noticed the complement and smiled. “[Well, all of those years of counting down for whatever holiday event did do something to me, so thanks!]”
“That’s not what I'm asking about.”, replied Rodger. “I’m saying your mind is somewhere else. So what's going on, tv?”
Vee, finally seeing the machine she had highlighted on her screen suddenly ran towards it, startling Rodger. As she began to turn the valve to fill the machine, Rodger caught up noticed another machine next to her. As she gestured towards it, he too began to work.
“[Well, I mean what's it to you?]”
“The wellbeing of all the toons in this run. This has been a good run so far, and i think, one of the fastest. You’re the reason we’re on floor number… what floor is this again?”
“[Floor 23.]”
“See? That’s what I mean! You work best when nothing is grinding on your gears, so tell me what's wrong.”
Vee stopped turning the machine’s valve for a second, glancing at Rodger, before sighing and continuing to speak, slowing down on the turning.
“[Well I guess you’re better educated than me on this, so I'll ask you the million dollar question.]”
“Which is?”
[So, you know how our twisted clones are distorted versions of us?]”
“Yes?” He wondered what was so important that Vee, the second most popular and most sophisticated toon on the show, was asking him about.
“[Why are the twisted versions of us mains always bigger than your twisteds?]”
… not the intellectual response he was hoping for, but ok.
“...that’s it?”
“[Ok, I know it's not that big of a deal, but think about it. Every one of us seems to have a set size for our twisted forms, so why is that?]”
“... you know, I've never really thought of that. Why are you mains so big?”
“[Like, it's been a hundred runs at least, so why have we not found a Shrimpo the size of a house? Why not a-]
“Oh, I've got it!”
“[Oh?]”
“When a twist turns, their bodies cannot handle too much ichor, so they simply explode if they absorb too much!”
“[...That’s it?]”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“[COME ON! Where is that sense of danger within you, that emotional drive, you know? What if there really are beasts down here, bigger than anything else we’ve seen?]”
“You literally don't have an emotional drive…”
“[Yeah, I lost it when-]”
“CONNIE.”
A silence just for a second, before-
“[HOW????]”
As Vee finished the machine, she held her knees and arched down, then began to digitally heave, as a familiar ghostly apparition fell out of her nonexistent mouth. The emotion that Vee had a second ago faded from her eyes, as she gained composure.
“[Ohh… my head…]”
“How did you guess I was inside her? I thought this was a flawless plan! What gave it away?” Connie blurted out, confused and stumbling over all of her words.
Rodger looked at the ghost in front of him, then with a slightly taunting tone in his voice, said "Alphabetically or chronologically?“
Before the ghost could respond, the last machine dinged, and Rodger straightened his tie.
“Well, no point dwelling in the past. Let's get back into the elevator and get Vee some help.” As he said this, he grabbed Vee and lifted her right arm around his shoulders, gesturing for Connie to do the same. She sighed, and did the same. As they both carried Vee to the elevator, the machine began to speak, albeit with a very low voice and a dim screen- both signs of low battery.
“[Connie… never do that again…]” Vee said, powering down slowly.
“Ok, fine. But it's your fault you got yourself involved in this. I should have just possessed Brighteny's lightbulb and been done with it.”
“So, what was the reason you took over Vee?” Rodger asked. He had guessed it was Connie possessing Vee as soon as the robot came into his office and asked to join a run. (From earlier experiences and lunchroom gossip, he had learned that another main would normally drag her from her room to an elevator whenever it was her turn for a run, legs kicking and screaming, before spotting any non-main toon and regaining her composure.)
“Well it's simple really. After I won a bet with her that I couldn't possess a machine while a Twisted me was in it, Vee let me possess her body for a day, or up until someone figured that out. I joined your run, because why not, and decided to act out of order to get your attention so I could ask you a question. Like I said, simple.”
Rodger decided not to say anything about stupid and dangerous everything she just said.
“Not really,” he said, lecturing her, “but either way, don't possess fellow toons, especially mechanical ones. You could break their hardware, which could cause problems in the long-”
“Are you sure this is the right elevator?”
“Huh?
Looking away from Connie and at the elevator they were at, he noticed it was still closed.
“Are you sure you finished that machine?” Rodger asked.
“Y-yeah? I mean, I guess I could-”
Before Connie could finish that thought, alarms began to blare, the ones that indicated the elevator was here- and yet, the doors still didn't open. Connie suddenly let go of Vee, leaving Rodger to carry the weight of Vee by himself, and phased her head through the door. Coming back to Rodger, who had noticed Vee had completely shut down, had decided to leave her on the floor. As Connie came back to, she said something quite odd.
“...Yeah, the elevator definitely isn’t here yet, so we’re not locked out or anything.”
Rodger signed with relief.
“So everything is still ok. Should we check with the others?”
“Nah, they’re right behind you.”
Rodger looked behind him, seeing the extractor team coming back, although Soulvester now had a frustrated look on his face. It was Finn that caught up to the two first.
“Hey Rodger and…Connie?” Finn said, noticing the phatasam that hadn't gone down with them at the start of the match. “Well, seems we have a surprise catch of the day!” He instinctively tried to run into the elevator, only to hit the door head first, rendering him unconscious. Brightney followed right behind Finn, and while barely acknowledging the ghost, noting her existence with a “Oh, hey Connie!” she ran up to Vee, noticed the disabled machine’s screen looking at the ceiling, and looked back at Connie with an exasperated look
“... you possessed her?”
“Yep,” Connie responded. “Not like it’s deadly or anything.”
Brightney sighed. “Yeah, but you know, it DOES hurt when you have a ghost inside you controlling all your movements and words.”
Connie drifted up to Brightney, whispering loudly close to Brightney’s nonexistent ear, “Yeah, but for some reason, I could do all that without possessing you last night? You were saying my name a lot.”.
(Rodger discreetly took a note in his journal.)
Brightney almost screamed. “OH HEY LOOK ITS SOULVESTER HEY LOOK SOULVESTER ITS YOUR SISTER.”, and before Connie could say anything quickly backed away. Connie looked at Brightney, saying “Don’t worry, that stays between us”, before turning towards her brother. Soul, with a tired look in his eyes, saw his sister and groaned. “As if this horrid day could worsen further.”
“The feeling is mutual, brother.”
“Why do you always break every rule ever set in this fine establishment?! Sir Rodger had set up everything for me to shine, and here you are-”
“For you to shine? The only thing shiny about you is your armor, and it looks pretty dull from here! Plus I-”
As their 2 voices began to overlap, Rodger noticed Loony around the corner, heading straight for everyone, and that’s when Rodger realized something.
In those first few runs into Gardenview, Rodger had realized the Twisteds seemed to have an infrared vision that let them see through darkness, which is how they were able to find people in blackouts. However, this meant that they were highly affected by the bright lights from the elevator and couldn’t tell anything apart inside the elevator, meaning anyone who stepped into an elevator had all attention taken off them. This was why distractors came last to the elevator, as to not hurt anyone trying to come into the safe zone. However, with no elevator, and said distractor coming in fast, he and the rest of the toons were sitting ducks. Looking at Vee, who was splayed out like a dead corpse, he decided it would be better to just leave her there in her off state, as Twisteds weren't prone to scavenge corpses. As for everyone else-
“RUN!!!”
Rodger shouted out, getting everyone's attention. As each person saw loony, they each took off running in their own direction, with Rodger taking notice where everyone was going as to not follow them and get them injured or worse.
Connie grabbed Soul, amidst his consent, and hightailed it out of there to the left.
Finn grabbed Brighteny’s arm and led her away from the elevator to the right.
And his escape route was-
There were no other routes.
Realising that only 2 options of escape were already taken, he quickly turned and ran TOWARDS Loony. Looking at the twisteds, he saw that it was Glisten and Sprout chasing the balloon, with Yatta following behind. He had decided to try something he had learned from Toodles, who had learned from a tv show- “if you’re getting chased by someone bigger than you, go under their legs!” With no other option of escape that would endanger the others, he ran-
and slid.
Glisten was too distracted chasing Loony to notice him, while Sprout had… hit what could only be described as a sumo pose, legs wide apart and raising his hand up high, which gave him ample room to slide under the strawberry and quickly jump right back up onto his feet. Looking behind, only Yatta had noticed him and had begun to give chase.
Running with Yatta on his heels, he turned a corner only to be suddenly hit by something and felt something in his mouth.
A stealth candy!
Quickly chewing then swallowing, he looked behind him. Yatta had lost track of him, and had turned right around, seemingly tracking the air to try and find Loony.
He quickly turned and told his savior, “Thanks, Gigi.”
“No problem.” she answered. “But next time, don't slobber when eating something out of my hand.” she held up her very long jacket sleeve, which had spit on it from a second earlier.
“Sorry. But still, we have bigger problems.” he said, sitting down next to gigi who was looking at some other treasure in her hand. “Why isn't Dandy here yet?”
“He isn't here yet?” Gigi asked.
“...you didn’t hear the alarms blaring?”
“...yeah, probably not.”
Rodger was full of disbelief. “HOW? Those things are made for emergencies, how do you not hear them?”
“Beacue this chain was too loud.”
“WHAT… chain…”
Finally looking at his feet, he saw a huge rusted chain, much larger than himself or any toon,: heck, it was even bigger than any twisted. The chain wasn't that long, only being 15 or 16 links in length, but even then, just one link would fit perfectly around Rodger, like a metal hula hoop. That should have been horrifying enough, seeing something this big obviously made for containing something even bigger, if it weren't for the fact that one end had been torn off, covered with dry ichor and claw marks.
Whatever this chain kept locked down, it had broken out a long time ago.
“...do you realize what this is?”
“Yeah, the metal treasure, duh. Listen!” As she said this, she began vigorously shaking the chain, every movement slowly causing each individual chain to make a “CLANK” sound.
Rodger just gave a tired look to Gigi, who was clearly having fun yanking the chain.
After he realized Gigi could care less about his face, he began to speak.
“Look, if that keeps going on, you’re going to attract a twisted to our location.”
“Like that one?” Gigi pointed right in front of herself
Panicked, he looked to where she was pointing. In front of them was a small room labeled “Janitoral”, with the door ajar. Inside, he could make out a twisted Brightney messing with a breaker. For now, it was distracted.
“Well. That's not good. But it also explains why the elevator isn't working- there's no power. we just wait for her to get bored and then fix it.”
Gigi smiled as the sounds of wires getting tangled, sparks flying, and what sounded like a big metal door opening, all grew silenter. “Well that’s good. As long as it doesn't, like, turn off the lights or something!”
“FWOOM.”
The lights went out.
“...sorry for jinxing it.” she said, looking oddly guilty.
“Well, it's fine. It can't get any worse.”
“Clink.”
A large claw, most likely belonging to Twisted Sprout, tapped the back of the glass that made up Rodger’s head.
“Plus, we’re now even for jinxes.”
—
“AHHHHHHH!” Connie screamed, pursued by Twisted Brighteny.
At this point, it had been 15 minutes of nothing but running wildly in the dark without any sense of direction. All 7 of the currently aware toons had forgotten about each other, running wildly whenever a single twisted spotted them for even a second, and slowly losing heart after heart.
But Rodger’s mind was currently in a much different place. That was, he was overthinking things.
First, there was Yatta and that weird clanking sound. That was odd, as the chain that supposedly made that noise was sitting right next to him, not attached to anything. Whatever had been carrying this thing around had just recently gotten it off, so now it was more free than ever.
Then, there was all of the weirdness surrounding these Twisteds. From Sprout opening his legs wide and raising his arm whenever summoning a tentacle like a magic spell, or Yatta acting like a dog and sniffing the air whenever she lost a toon, to Brighteny being able to disable the elevator, and Glisten had… well, Glisten hadn't been too odd, so maybe-
“Tinkle!”
“Wow Glisten, you have reel-ly good aim! Too bad I'm faster than a marlIN!”
Scratch that. Glisten was now throwing glass shards, most likely from his own broken face, at Finn and from Finn changing from puns to metaphors, which only happened when he was tired out, it seemed like he had some good accuracy too.
And now, there was this.
In front of him, the out-of-order elevator that should have been shut and covered with security tape was now completely open. Looking inside, the elevator doors seemed to had been opened from the inside out, so something had opened this thing. Maybe Twisted Brighteny had done this and the door opening sound came from here.
But for now, nothing was very clear.
And so he stood there, inches away from the open door, the shaft leading to darkness. If anything came from behind him and pushed him, he would most definitely fall in,falling for who knows how long, until he would hit the floor with a sickening-
“BHRRRRRRR.”
He flinched from the loud noise, looking around at the darkness. He had to have misheard that, right? There was no way that THOSE alarms were on again, right?
And then, right above the elevator, a single alarm light shifted from behind a wall.
The same type of alarm that preceded the shutdown of Gardenview
The same type of alarm that meant the toons would be abandoned forever.
The same type of alarm that only appears when something really bad was about to happen.
And it began to flash red, the color now being his only source of light.
Mood lighting. Great.
“BHURRRR”. The alarm horn blared again, in tandem with the flashing red. It was oddly comforting to know that his newest and oldest fears were now in sync with each other.
“RUN!”
A sudden scream echoed from the left of him. Every toon on this floor had all finally found each other, and were now running as one group. Chasing behind them was also every twisted on this floor. With nothing else to do, no where else to go, rodger sighed ate a speed candy, the last item left on this Qwel-forsaken floor, readied himself,
and ran like it was his last run on earth.
Gigi was the first of the group to catch up with Rodger- "Well, I’d say this floor hasn't gone very well!” she panted out
“I concur!” said Soul, being held in a bridal carry by Loony and Finn, “If anything, I say we run back to that open elevator and fall to an honorable death!”
“Oh yeah, suicide, VERY honorable! Try being useful for one, Mr. Carry-on!” Connie's anger wasn't for nothing, as she was carrying the (hopefully) fainted Vee over her shoulders, with Brightney being the only one with free hands.
Rodger, with his legs starting to give in, said what he believed were his final words “If we die here, huh, I want you to know, you were amazing coworkers, and hooh, I wouldn't take anything for a different life!”
Finn smiled . “Well, that's a really sweet sentiment!”
Loony corrected him "Sediment would have been a good pun there.”
Finn responded. “I don't want my last words to bee a pun!”
It was Soulvester’s turn to talk. “A insect pun?’
“WE’RE GOING TO DIE, l CAN BRANCH OUT TO OTHER PUNS”
As he said that, they all hit a dead end, no other way to escape but back to the twisted. They all turned quickly, facing certain death. Normally, twisted weren’t ones to stalk, going for the jugular, either figuratively or literally. But here they were approaching slowly, basking in the toon’s horror. Rodger slowly took out his journal, deciding to leave behind a will…
And maybe record these weird twisted behaviors, for someone else to read.
One last head count.
Let's see. We have Sprout’s weird pose when summoning a tentacle, Glistens good throwing arm, Blot’s extra long hands, Brigtheny’s extra technical skills-
Wait, Blot? Twisted Blot wasn't on this floor.
Looking at the long hand, it definitely wasn’t Blot’s, as it didn't come out of the floor but extended out of the darkness. It wasn't like any twisted hand he had ever seen. It was twice the size of any twisted. So now there was a new twisted to identify. But why was it so high up already? If it really was a big Twisted Blot, he would raise his arms only to attack, and the only thing in any range was the Twisted Brightney in front of said arm-
“SLAM!”
The hand came down onto the Twisted.
“KRACKSUH!”
What sounded like glass, ichor, and bone all crashing and splaying and shattering all at once made a loud, sickening symphony, as all of the other toons, as well as the twisteds turned their heads.
“THE HELL WAS THAT!” came from Connie, completely bewildered.
The lights flashed red, illuminating the whole area. As the darkness subsided, the arm,along with whatever was left of Brightney, seemed to have disappeared with the dark. The lights dimmed again as Sprout and Glisten now turned back to face the toons.
As soon as the lights went completely out again, a huge hand, covered with ichor stained candy and pinata paper, popped out of the wall and struck Glisten,
“SHATTOP!”
shattering whatever glass was left in the already broken mirror and slamming him into the opposing wall. Sprout finally noticed and turned to…help Glisten? Well, to do something, but it was too late, as a second hand, this time covered in lightbulb shards made a hole next to Glisten, covering his mouth and taking him away through the hole. By the time the lights went on again, Glisten and both hands were gone.
Sprout turned to the toons, who all looked horrified as well, but dared not to make a peep as to not get the other things attention. Rodger felt bad, just for a second, looking at Sprout eyes which were filled with just a slight bit of fear. However, as soon as Sprout made eye contact, he immediately took charge, running directly towards Rodger.
But it was too little too late.
As soon as the lights dimmed once more, a hand reached out from the darkness once more, grabbing the last Twisted’s legs and trying to drag them into the darkness. However, the mains strength seemed to have saved him, as using his ichor covered arm held on tight to the floor. As the lights turned on again, the strawberry’s face became filled with what could only be described as relief, only to turn to panic, as the arms rather than letting go, dragged the twisted into the air. As the light turned on once more, the monster's figure was finally revealed.
The body was still in some shadow as it had seemingly broken some of those alarm lights, so at the moment, nobody could make out its color. If it could be described as one word, it would be thin. Its limbs were way too thin and long to hold its own hands up without breaking, with said hands having 3 fingers each that ended in a sharp point. Its legs were also the same: extremely thin and way too long, with both legs being bent out of proportion, yet not shaking or broken despite the whole thing's size. The reason why the monster could keep balance being the things feet, as rather than a clawed foot, ended in a thick and huge hoof, like a goat or horse. All of this was attached to a very long body, with its arms converging at a point near the chest, which seemed bigger than the rest of the body, as to carry the weird 2 bubbles attached to the shoulders. Its neck was pretty short, but comparatively to any other toon or twisted, was still pretty long. All of this was topped off with a very forgettable spiral for a head. Although Rodger, too tired to even notice half of these things, just could make out one thing. The thing was very big.
It was huge. Towering above the twisted main, its free hand grabbed onto the twisted’s “bad” arm, now holding the berry lengthwise, like a ninja showing off a nunchuck. Then, with a high amount of ferocity, it began to pull. Trying to tear the straw berry apart, the toons could see the fruity innards start to show, only for ichor tendrils to erupt from the inside to try to keep its host together and therefore alive. As the waist of the twisted was reformed, the thing seemed relieved as the pulling stopped, and it began to laugh. It was a horrible sound of happiness and pride, with bubbling and snarling within every sound. Suddenly the shoulder bubbles erupted, and from them, came 2 much longer, stronger arms and hands. As the tall beast raised them over its head, it clapped once, the Twisted only laughing harder, ichor tears coming out of its eyes, while “tall thing” (the informal name for the beast, given to by Rodger, just a second ago) held those hands above its head in a prayer like pose, before slamming down in that cutting pose violently slicing the twisted in half and killing the twisted. The center of the beast exploded outwards, red juices and ichor covering the toons. So much juice was expelled, that Finns fishbowl turned a light pink, letting Rodger see Barnaby inside his head, although with a much more terrified expression than usual. As the beast dropped the two pieces of Sprout, those being his upper torso and his lower waist onto the ground, Rodger almost felt like fainting. He had just survived a life threatening encounter and had survived thanks to a weird new twisted. Could he even call this thing a twisted? It seemed sentient and… maybe benevolent? Although it could be because it sees twisted as a lower priority than toons to kill. So if they just shut up, maybe they would be safe-
“Hey uh. Mr tall thing?”
The beast turned around.
Oh Gigi you could not be any more stupid.*
Rodger, looking at Gigi with other disbelief, saw her taking out something from underneath her plastic cap. It was the broken link from the chain he and Gigi had seen earlier and for some reason, she was going to do what with it?
“You can have this.”
w-what?
“As a symbol of our friendship?”
wat
(Rodger was starting to lose consciousness due to the pure fear he was feeling, and the narration that was part of his inner thoughts became more blurred.)
bruh you cannot be seriosus.
(As the beast approached, it crouched down and gingerly took the chain from Gigi's hands. Getting a closer look, everyone realized why it looked so familiar. Its head was exactly like Shelly’s! Except for all the facial features. It was simply a blank shell. Using its stronger hands from its back, it held the chain around what the group now realized were its broken restraints, which had a large bow* attached to them. It bent the chain around said bow till the ends met, and let go. The chain now rested perfectly on the things shackles. It shook its hand slightly and a tiny “clank” was heard.)
Imogingtodieohgodtheresisnothign icandoogoodbhye woldddddd
(as Rodger began to completely lose it, one more thing and he would be pushed over the edge, Finn said something with maybe a bit too much gusto.
“You know, I bet Brusha could paint that with a very nice Finnish, huh?”
“A Paintjob Would Be Nice, Yes.” the monster responded.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”, everyone screamed.
“AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHH”, the monster yelled back
Rodger fainted.)
Note to: delilah
So, after looking after the newest Shelly, she seems to be growing a bit out of proportion. Is that normal?
Note From: Delilah
No. If that happens, please discard it as a twisted and tell Arthur to start work on a new Shelly.
Note to delilah:
Yeah, but it doesn't seem to have become twisted. Its, just very tall. Did you add to much human dna?
Note From Deiliah:
I have never failed once in gene splicing in all of my 3 years making toons. If it is not perfect, it is a twisted, and is Arthur's fault for adding too much ichor. Please discuss with Arthur.
Note to delilah:
Its really tall. Im genuinely sure this isnt how big twisteds get
Note From: Delilah
Tell me how tall this Twisted is. We may need to keep it.
Note to delilah:
Its outgrown its enclosure. Also its telling me that it wants a bigger enclosure, and i dont think twisted can talk propley
Note From: Delilah
Do not discard. Let us see where this experiment goes.
Note to delilah:
Can i name the thing if its not gonna be shelly anymore
Note From: Delilah
You are allowed to redesignate it, since it has no real importance to the facility.
Note to delilah:
Im gonna call it tall shelly
Note From: Delilah
Redesignation right removed.
Note to delilah:
aw :(
Note From: Delilah
Refrain from using emoticons in the workplace chat, as it is highly unprofessional.
I will now redesignite it, since Arthur would jump at the chance to name anything.
Its new name is Anomalynite.
Note to delilah:
Corny ahh name
Note From: Delilah
Your pay has been docked for a week.
Note to delilah:
aw :(
Note From: Delilah
2 weeks.