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[inthenightmods]

WEEKLY BULLETIN
[Though the bulletin is always text, today it opens up as an audio file. Voices filter through, overlapping, and maybe you recognize a few from network posts in the past . . . although they seem a bit off.]

--aybe you've seen me around lately, and if you have, you probably noticed something missing! It's a--

--with some mysterious glowy, kinda ḏ̶͂i̴̜͐s̶͔͒t̸̰͆o̸͈͂r̷̗̉ẗ̷͇́e̴̙̎d̵̖̎--

--asking for a friend--

--anyone seen Riku?--

--I gave h̸̯͓͓̽̎̏̈́̈̍̽̒͊̉̂̅͘͝͠i̴̢͕̙͔͇̰͚̜̠͛͜m̸̪̼̩̝̥̝̗̥̯̦̮̥̣̬̲͂̀͌͐́̈́̽̽̒ͅ to the forest spirits the forest spirits the forest spirits the spirts I used some--

--just what the fucking hell? What the hell just happened?

--did any of you see things? Hear things? --

--has anyone found a way to burn things to burn them to burn them all has anyone found a way--

--I thought we were here to help--

--you're not here to help you cannot help them you cannot yo͢u̴ s͝avȩ n͢o̸ ̡y̕ou̶ s̢a͡v̵e n̴othin̷g͡ y͠ou͜ ̀k̀ep̨ th͟em̧ ́iǹ h̨om̶e ̴aņd̡ ͡yo̡u͟ ͜k̛ee̕p yo̡͟u ̷̡̡k̢̀e̷̕ep͟ ̢t͞҉h͢e̸m͢ i̧̡͟n ͜͏a̵̸͞ ͞bę̷̛d̶ ̧҉a̶n͢͏́d̸̨ y̵͟ò̷́ú͞ k̴͏ee̶͜p͏ ̢̀͠tḩ̨e̶͡m͟ ̵̷̕fo͏̶ŕ ̷us͠ ̡̛͠l̷̛҉ike͜ ͢s͟a̵̛ŗd҉҉i͏n̢͏͡es͝ ͠i̛͘n ̧͘͝a͡ ͘͜c̨͡͝an̴ ļ͡i̢͡ke̛̕ ͢rats͢ ̷́͠i̡n̡͢ ̶̸̢a̷ ̴́͞c̨ą́g̕҉e ͢l̡i̧͡͡k̷̕͟e͘ ̷҉f̶͏̨i̧͝sh̶́ ̀͡ì̡n͟͡ ̵̡̛a̸̧ b̵a̛͢r̶r̷̸͟e҉ĺ̨͞ ̷̧ỳ͢ơ͘u̴̶͜ ͢͞kę́e̶͠p̛ ̴̡t͞͡h͢͏e̷͡m̡͞ ̷p̕͝e̢͡n͜ń͝e̛d҉̨ ̧͟l̶̸ik̴̡͟e͞҉ ̶͟

cà͡tt̸͡le͘͠ ͝

a͜͏͝n̴҉d̢ w̛̛e͝ ͘͏w̛̛i̷͟͡l̴̶̛l͏͟͞ c̶͝o̡͜me f̵͠or͟͢ ͠th̵̡e͜͟m̸͟ ̀a̕n̸҉d̸ ͝w̵e̵̛ ͢w̵͘͢i̴ll͡ c͟͝om̀͟e҉ ̛͠fo̸̕͞ŕ҉ ̕y̴̡ó̸̢u͘͘ ̢á̕ņd͠ ̢̨͞y̧ò͢u̷͝ c͏͟a̴̡n̛͠no̷t͟͞ ̧̢s̷͢av̴҉e̵͝͡ ̢͘t͏h̨̡̀e̶͞m̶ ͘͝and̸͠ ͠ y̵͜o̕u̸̸͡ ̧c̷a͡ņn͝҉ơ͟t́҉̕ ̵sa͝v̶͏ȩ ̸̸͜thę̛m҉ à̧n͟d҉̨ ͏͡͡y̧̕ǫ̛҉u̕ ̨ca̷͢n̛ǹ͘ò̷t ͞͝s͏a̸v̛e̴̡ ̷̶͟ţ̸̕h҉̧̨e̵m̵͟ ̛͟͞à͢nd̵̴ ̨y̡̕҉o̷̢u̶ ̷C̷AN͟N̸̕O̴T̶̵ ҉S͏͢A̛҉V̨E̕ ͏T̢̢͡H̕҉E̵M̸ Y̢̡͘O̡͢U̶͢ ̢̨̨̢͡C̶̶̨͢À̷͜͝Ǹ̵̡͜N̵̷͟O̷̸͝T̸̸͡ ҉̨̨̡͠Ś̴͝Á͘͟҉̶V̛͠E͏̧͢͜ ̷̢͡͏͢T̸̡̀͝H̶̨͞E̷̵͘͟M̴̨̕ ͢҉̴́Y͡Ǫ͠͠U̸͡ ̕͟͝͞C̀͟A͟͝͡N̵̨̨Ń͠͡O̵̧̡̢Ţ̡̛͢ ҉̸͢S̶̡͜͝A͏V̸̶͞É͜͏ ̴̢̕T̴̸͠H̡͜͢É̡͝M҉̴̨͟ ̸͠҉Y̢͘͝Ó̸̸̶͡U͟ ͝Ć̴͜A҉̸̨͡Ǹ͠N̨̡̕͟͝Ơ̢T̸ ̨̡͜͞Ś̴͢͢Á̴̵̸͢V̵̡͞E͘͜ ̴͠͏T̢͜Ḩ̴͝͡E͘͢M̷̸͜͠ ҉̷̵̵Y̷͢O͘͢͢͞͝Ù͟͢ ̵̶C͝͠͏A̷̛͟N̛N̡͘Ớ͏T҉̨͝ ̡́̀S̡̕͘͞A̵̶V͜͝Ę́ ҉̴̀͜͞Ţ̀͝H̴̢͢Ę̶̢̀M̶͝ ̕҉̕Ý̕͜͟O̸U͏̴͝ ̸̷҉̴C͞͏̶A҉̨̢͘͘N̛͘Ń̢̛͠Ó̷͜͡T̷̸̡͢ ̛͜҉̴̧S̵̴̀͢Á͘͞҉V̷̵̢҉E̡͞҉ ҉̵T͡H́͜͜͢͞È͘M̡̕͏ ̷̸̢̀͠Ý̛͜͠͠O̴͜Ų͡ ̡̀́̕͞C͟͢͡Ą̡̧͞Ņ̴N̷̡O̶T͏̵͘ ̶͘͟S̷̢͠Á͟͝V̴̢̕͡E̢̢̨͟͟ ́҉͡͞T̨͜͡H͟͡Ȩ̛M̶̀ ̶̵̢͢͟Ý̶͝O̧͡Ú ́͘͡C̵̢͟͠Ą́͢͜N̡͟͠͞N̵͜O̴̵̢͡T̷̢ Y̷̥̳͍̭̱̠̙O̟͔̗̺̝̬͟͞U̙̩̜̦̳͡ ̰̱͖̤̼̭C̶̵̳͇A̟̫̩̲͓N̞̭̥N̴̡̙̤̤O̹̳͇̭̭͖̕T͏̰͔̠͙̙̩̼͈͉ ͉̗͡ͅS̟͔̦A̧̝̠͓̥̱̫͍͘V̶͞҉͙͖̥E͏̨̝͎͎͖͇͚͚͓ ̶̬͇̳͈̹͘T̕҉̪̫̙̮̯̠͉̜H̖̫̲Ḙ̝̱̰͜͠M̡͚̹̩̦͉͍̜ ̭̞͔̘͎̕͜Y̡̡̱͚O͏̱̣̙͇̫Ù̘͘ͅ ̹̞͕͙͉̘̘̯̰͡͝C̨͙̦̞̤̙̙͇͡A̟̤͇͉̖̭ͅN̻̤̺̞̫͙̲͇Ṇ͔̣̘̭̦̜͔̝O̵͚͎͓̳̤̟̬̬͘ͅT̡̨̠̺͇͕͈̺̠ ͕̺̹͘͢S̡̩̮̮͍͜Ą̴̱̟̗̺V̶̶̟̳̘͓̖ͅE̡̱͙̟̘͉̺͍͟͝ ͏̡̼͙̣͓T͙̝̞͖̞̖̝͔H̴̢͇̣E͏̘͙̭̰͎́M͍̗͙͎ ̨̢̬̪̟͈͚̼̮͉Y͕̳̟̯͙̳Ǫ͕͕̠U̞̘̱͖̞̳͉ ͡҉̣͖̣C̶̬̰A̺̠̫̥N̨͚̠̙̤̜̦̯̘̩͝N̶̛̜̗̝̤O̟͕͔T̀͏̙̬ ̡̫̜̫̙͜S̸͓̻͘͢A̡̬̙̞͙̺̖̯̜V̶̛̼͉̩̰͟É̡̘͍̲̻̟̖ ̺͔̗̕T̜̪̱̦̙H̛̪̜̯͖̘E͢҉̼̮̼M̛͍̼̼̣̪͈̣̥̝ ̮̠̳̦̹͜͝Y̪͇͡O̡̩̖͕̯͘͢ͅU̡̜̦ͅ ͉͇͚̼̬̗̬̬́ͅC̷̡̜̜A̵̤̩̹̬͙͇̠N̹̮̙͠ͅN͈͢O҉̷̢̞T̴̵̬̺̻͢ ̨̭̹̼̣̗͇̱̰͝S̵͠҉̭̬̫A̴̺͙̮̲̳̫̳̙͠V̴̞̥̘E͏̲͕̝̦̰͈̫ ̡́҉̝̺T̷̯̲͎̕͡H͕͓̖̫E͏̙͚̞̪̱̰M̶҉̖͍͚͇͉̝̬̻ ͙̩̺̥Y̷̞O̶͖̩̺̙͚ͅU͕͓ ̡̲͓̫͖̜̮̬͟͝C̸͍̞̪̘͕̦͍̀̕A̡͘͏̰͕͇N͕̥̼͇̜N̴͈̯̼̪̬͍Ò͈̪̥͓̜̗ͅT̶͚̩̥̘́͘ ̯̮̥͜S͏̭̫͙̩̱Ḁ͈̖̺̗̣͖̕ͅV̵̟̲͓͠͝E̻̘̯͉̯̯͍͘ͅ ͅT̢͓̰H͎͙̥͙̠̤̦E̴̛̛͍͈̯͓M͚̼̟̙̖͈̻͢ ̮͇̀̕͝Y̬̲̩̭̯̠O͎̜̘̬̮̙͉̼͡Ư̵̸̳͓̱͚̜ͅ ̶͈̘̝͉̖̹͓̘C̘̠̣̗̩̻ͅẠ̼Ǹ̶͚̞̦͚N̷̫͉̘̪̠̹͘͟O̕҉͖̗͖͓̺̖͚̙T̢̯̟̙̭̱̀ͅ ̡̣͇̲̘Ś̛͚̰A̩͕͢V̶̱͓͕̗͍̻͜E̡̞̥͙̼ͅ Y̡̮͍̗̓ͬ̓ͧ́ͧ̿̉̀O̯͖̭͈̣̣̜̎̔͐͆ͭ̀͐͜Ù͙̀ͣͪ̏̇̌͒ ̵̤̰̠̫͍̠͚̊̅̀̑̽́ͅC̻̼̪̲̽͐̈́̔́A̡̫͖̼̬̯̘͗̓͟N̴̫͔̩̲̲̬̫̗̅ͨ̈́͡N̓̄̎͌͗̏͒̚͜͏̭͈͍̙̪̩O͈̩̙̪̮͇̥͑ͬ̏̏ͥ̽͞Tͭͬ͌̓̂̑̔͏̲̖̦ ̴̦̰̒͒̔ͭ͌̓ͣͮͭ͟Ș̸̫̦̲̣̯̥͗̈́ͨ̆̉̅́A̭̹̼̭̜͓̳̹ͪ̉̉͜͠V͚̳̰̋̇ͬ̋̽̽̏̀̌̀ͅE̝̳ͣͯ̔͗ ̭͍̖̫̱͐Ṯ̨̖̼̬̺̲̰̿͑̓ͪͭ͑͐ͅH̩̘̬ͭ̈́̏͆͟͢E̶̢ͥͨͨ̓ͮ̌̚҉̱͉͇̘M̭̪ͭ̀͒̀́ ̃̒̕҉̰͈̺Y̡͇̗̥͒̈̌̋̆O̧̺͎͋̀͊͜Ũ̸̵̺̖̣͇̃ ̢̖͙̆̈́̄ͬ̒ͥ͌̾̀Ç̡̫͈̦̩ͯ͟ͅĄ̷͖̟̠̗͚͓̿̄̉̔ͣ́̉ͣN̢̡͔̖̦͓̠̟̲̍̉ͅN̠͔͉̘̲͙͔̔ͨ͋͡ͅͅO̠̯̪̲͖̦ͤͦ̓̀T͖̺̞̰̦̘̼̥ͨ̊̂̿̋ͣͤ͛͝ ͧ͋ͪ̍̂̓̃̈͑͏͔̭̬̤̻̗̬͍͔S̝̟̳̭̦̃ͤͤ̋͊ͅA̡̤̬̤̻͙̦͎̦ͫ͑̒̃̾ͧV̘͕̘̫͐̕͡E͌͆͏͞͏͕̳̝̦̮̣ ̷͈̠͖͖̭̫̻͔̒̇̆͠T̸͍͎̖ͩ͛̆ͨ͜Ḣ͉͕̩̞̲̺̖̪̌ͦ̾̃ͥ͆̆ͭË̦̠͍̟́̍̍̀̂͂̍͒̚͘M̬̲͙ͧ̓̿̌̉̏̕̕͝ ̢̗̦͕͎͈͉ͣ̏ͤ͛͟Y̱͔̅ͨ̀Ȍ̙͓̗̍ͨͯU̫̲̟͔̪̦ͮͬ̀̕ͅ ̧̝̜̗̰̖̖̭͍ͤ͐̒͌̑͘͝C̡͉̗͖͙̊ͭ́A̙̯̝̰͓̓̄̋͊͆ͣN̷͙̞͇̭̗̈ͨͦͤ͒̊ͤ͢͞N̷̳̜̗͕̘̖̩͇ͯ͢͝O̯̗̩̬̗̜̣͈ͩͧ̏̕T͖͕̙̫̊ͭ̇̓ͪ̑̏ ̷̙̲̘̖͖͍ͭ̒ͨ̔ͥͩͬ͋͟S̴͓͈̗̱̗̩̘̟̀́ͥA͗̀͐́͏̣̖̲̝̘̰̦V̧͓͚̘͖ͣ̒̿ͣ́Ẻ̋͌̂̉ͣ̑̾͌҉̮̱͢ͅ ͍̭̯̞͚̼͖̙͑̂̋̉͝͝͞T̨ͩ̆̉҉̪̮̲Ḩ̛͔͖̱͍̟̩̮͛̌̌ͨ̾ͧͮ̈͞Ȩ͕̙̞̫̫̙̂ͧ̒ͬͮͧ͡ͅM̗̟̲͉͚̎̀̒ͪ͑̎͆̓́ ̨̜̹̜̼̭ͤͥ̔͊̂̕ͅŸ̸̨̝̼̹͇̟̳̳͖͑̚͡ͅÔ̧̨̨̠̝͉̺̱̱̔̽̀U̳̮̬̦̻̔ͯ̇̑̿ ̢͈̫͓͈͍̲̻̍́̋̐ͩ̋ͩ̕͜Ċ̡̨̟̘͛̀ͤ̌͘A̸͈̞̖̹̥͕̠̱͐ͯ͆͋̓̾̿͆N̛̬̱̱͕̗̰̻̭ͣ̔͛͠N̰̙̹̲̮̟͇̼ͤ̑̒ͤ͡͠Ơ̵̟̟̪̗̍̏̓͋̍͌͜T̟̼̠͖͇͉̭ͧ ̪͓͙̥̜̱̫̊̊͟͞S̥͍̥͙̦̭͇ͦͤ̇̈͛A̶̟͕͇͎͍̩̠̍ͯ͑̽̅V̙͚̜͓̯̞̜̖͊̊͂ͧ͢Ė̛̲̪̦̹͂ͧ













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@darkness : voice

[evulsed]

Are you the ones that brought the darkness?

[inthenightmods]

[Laughter, long and loud and female-- and oddly joyful. Giddy, almost. And right on the heels of it, screams in the background, weeping and wailing, a cacophony of grief that ends just as abruptly as it began.]

No.

[evulsed]

[ It's something he's familiar with: in fact, the laughter, the pain.... He could have been the one on the other side of this conversation. ]

But you don't want to get rid of it?

[inthenightmods]

[A chirp, equal parts baffled and curious.]

You don't want to be rid of the wind? The moon? The stars? The grass? The air? The dirt? The Invincible? The alcohol? The--

[It goes on.]

[evulsed]

You don't want the light back?

[inthenightmods]

Do you, child of darkness?

[evulsed]

[ not the way he's talking about. ]

You put them to sleep with the food.

If we aren't here to help bring the light back, then why are you keeping us here?

What does this world's heart want?

[inthenightmods]

What does your heart want right now?

[evulsed]

[ the same thing it always wants— ]

Nothing you can give me.

[inthenightmods]

That is not an answer.

[evulsed]

You haven't answered either.

[inthenightmods]

[An enormously long pause.]

WE are not keeping you here.

We do not know what a heart wants. What this world lacks.

[evulsed]

[ it might not seem like much of an answer, but this makes more sense to Vanitas than anything else these things have said. tit for tat, then. ]

I don't care about bringing the light back. Everything returns to darkness. Fighting it is futile.

[inthenightmods]

Then it is futile to argue

or lie

or do anything

yes?

[evulsed]

If you believed that, you wouldn't be attacking us, or putting us to sleep.

[inthenightmods]

[Suddenly: a SCREECH. It'd loud and pitched too high, hurting the ears of anyone who hears it. It goes on and on, longer than any set of lungs ought to, and then, finally, lowers enough for him to make out syllables:]

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH, shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Learn to LISTEN, child of darkness.

[Alas, that's all they wrote. No matter how he responds, they won't chirp back.]