⚠️TW: suicide, conversion therapy, death, mentions of vomit ⚠️

Edge's POV

I sighed, slamming my phone down on the bed next to me.

"You seem depressed." Aston said from the door frame.

"Very but I like to think I'm good at hiding it," I groaned.

He came in, glancing at my phone. "You said the g-word and got cut off?"

"Huh?" I asked.

"The Anax filters automatically cut you off from the internet if you say anything relatively queer with romantic context." Aston explained. "Figured that out with my last ex."

"Really?" I asked, glancing back at my hacked phone.

"It's not permanent," Aston said. "It'll be back to normal in a few hours. In the meantime, you could always just meet up with Ash."

"Yeah, I should do that." I mumbled. It felt like years since we'd seen each other, but it hadn't even been a week. "Even though we have a date tomorrow."

"I'm sure Ash won't mind." Aston replied.

I smiled, grabbing my bag and stuffing my phone in it. It'd useless for the most part, but it was a habit.

"Go get your partner," Aston teased with a smile. "Don't hold hands for too long or you'll get pregnant."

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"So THAT'S how babies are made!" Jocelyn exclaimed. Hecate laughed.

I giggled, making my way out of the treehouse and excitedly speedwalking to the Trash Cult hideout.

In the ally, I lifted up the lid and knocked on the slide, hoping the noise was audible down there. Preparing for nausea, I crawled in, closed the lid, and slid down.

As I reached the bottom, I held down vomit as my vision cleared. It's gonna be hard to get used to that.

"Edge?" Ash asked with a smile. They helped me up. "You're a bit early. Like, 24 hours early."

"I didn't think you'd mind."

"Not at all," They replied, holding my hands.

My hands tingled near Ash's, and my heart fluttered. I looked at their slightly tattered suit and colored hair. Jeez, they're beautiful.

"You good?" Ash asked.

"I- yeah." I smiled. "It's just been so long a-and I forgot how nice it feels to be near you."

"Aww," Ash cooed a little condescendingly. "Is someone touch starved?"

"N-No!" I lied.

Ash smirked, giving me a peck on the cheek. "I've got a surprise for you."

"Oooooh, what's the surprise?" I asked.

"I can't tell you, otherwise it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?" Ash teased.

"Ayyyyy it's Kawali's OTP!" Someone shouted. GC, Briar, and Emily stood nearby, and I honestly didn't care who said it, or if it was all of them at the same time.

"The picnic stuff is in the kitchen," Emily said. "Did you show her the m-"

"SSHHHHHHH!" Ash shushed. "Edge, let me show you."

They brought me to the elevator, holding a hand over my eyes.

"I won't let you fall down, don't worry." Ash said.

Ash guided me through what I assumed to be an extension of the ally.

"- there's a little bit of a bump here... and you can open your eyes now!" They exclaimed, lifting their hand from my face.

My eyes lifted open. A motorcycle stood outside a surprisingly not completely ruined diner

"Woah..." I gasped.

"Moto Guzzi Audace, stolen from a dead man." Ash smiled. "Don't worry he passed peacefully."

I looked around. "Where even are we?"

"Niekia Bay." Ash replied. "An extension of Kawali."

"Huh?"

"After The Anax started being an ass, this was the section of Kawali that seceded. They renamed, got a new leader, started a functioning town of their own without The Anax's help. So he kinda let it slide I guess." Ash explained.

"They're... not homophobic?" I asked. "Or anything like that?"

"Not a bit." Ash smiled. "Actually, LGBTQ+ citizens are kinda the majority."

It was so much to take in. I could stand on this ground and wear a rainbow flag as a cape and wouldn't have to fear for my life.

"I-I wanna live here..." I said.

"They're okay with tourists, but there's months worth of paperwork if you wanna live here." Ash explained, grabbing a motorcycle helmet. "Kawali gets labeled as a bunch of homophobic shits, so they're really strict on us."

I was in complete awe. How did I not know about this place?

"I don't know how to pose this question without sounding somewhat sexual, so don't take this as euphemism but," Ash asked, "you wanna go for a ride?"

Giggling a little, I nodded. Ash helped me put the helmet on, and they helped me on the back of the slightly deadly bike.

They got on as well, starting up the bike. "Hold on to my waist. Otherwise you'll go flying."

Taking that as a warning, I wrapped my arms around Ash's waist. They started slowly, building speed as we left the diner parking lot.

The sky was getting darker, and the road was getting bumpy. It was... nice, in a weird way. Like sneaking out at night to go to a party with your partner. But instead of some giant party with dozens of obnoxious people, it's just you and them. And even though your conversation has mostly turned to gushing laughter and screams at the unexpected bumps, it still feels so nice to experience something like this.

Maybe it's the adrenaline, or maybe the freedom, or, heck, maybe I was even drugged somewhere along the line. But everything seems a little better. The colors are brighter, blankets are softer, and Ash seemed to smile more.

Niekia Bay had some beautiful sights. Beaches brimming with turquoise foam as the waves washed onto the pink sand. Neighborhoods with pretty cottages on every street. Cliffsides and waterfalls dripped with hope for a better future. A library that was mainly dedicated to the dark acadamia aesthetic. Every gay aesthetic you could think of had a place in that town.

By what felt like eleven pm, Ash had brought me through every significant part of Niekia Bay and back to the diner.

"So, you like it here?" Ash asked.

"Absolutely," I replied. "This is amazing."

"I'm thinking if we can't overthrow the government, this would be our... plan b." Ash suggested, turning to me. "But personally, I prefer plan a."

I laughed. "What's plan A exactly?"

Ash gently grabbed my hand. "You know, kill The Anax, take his throne, become the rulers of Kawali. I don't want the title of Anax or Anassa, but whatever works."

"What about good ol' fashioned prince and priness?" I asked.

Ash fake pondered, now holding me by my waist, and I wrap mine around their shoulders as if we're about to dance. "Hmm, Prince Ash and Princess Edge? I like it."

And to kill the mood, of course, my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID. Hecate. How'd she get my number?

"I-I should take this," I mumbled. Ash let me go, softly brushing a kiss on my forehead, which put butterflies in my stomach.

"Hecate?" I asked. "How'd you get my number?"

"Not important," She said with panic evident in her voice. "I sent you a million texts! Where the hell are you?"

"Nowhere," I lied. "My phone got shut down. What's so important?"

"Check the messages and get your ass over here." She said, hanging up.

I checked my messages from Hecate that I didn't know she sent.

Vague. Of course.

"Ash, I'm really sorry." I said. "There's an emergency at the treehouse-"

"I'll drive you," Ash cut me off. They put the helmet back on me and helped me back on the bike, driving me there. I thanked them, climbing up the ladder and into the treehouse.

As soon as I entered, Aston and Hecate ran to me.

"Read this," Hecate said, shoving a blue note at me. I took the note, reading it

𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝐺𝑀𝑃𝑆,

𝐼 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠. 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓-𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝐸𝑣𝑎𝑛.

𝐵𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠, 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠. 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡.

𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐴𝑛𝑎𝑥 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑦. 𝐴𝑙𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ, 𝑖𝑓 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠.

𝐸𝑑𝑔𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑡. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑥 𝑚𝑒. 𝐼 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑜𝑤𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦. 𝐴𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡, 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑓 𝐼 𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚. 𝐼 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛, 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡, 𝑔𝑜 𝑎ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑. 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡. 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑟. 𝐴𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝐼 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒.

𝐽𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑦𝑛, 𝐼 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑. 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑.

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦.

𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦,
𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑀𝑢𝑟𝑝ℎ𝑦.

"N-No..." I whispered.

~

Whoooo! Fluff and angst in one chapter? How'd we go from soft gay motorcycle tour and fluffy romance to Connor Murphy commiting self die?

Idk man ask my music playlist and mood swings

Anyways, hope you guys and gays and theys are doing well! Thanks again to the discord for helping me out with writing and stuff, y'all are great. If you want the discord link, comment or pm me and I'll be happy to give you the link.

Also, if you didn't know, Anassa is the female equivalent of Anax.

Anyways have a nice day/night/evening/time wherever you are?

⛧ ☠̵̟͖̲̼̰̱̼̰̏͑̿͑̿̓ ̴̥͎͖̒̈́͊Ȳ̷̥͈́̇͂̃͊̈́̀͊̅͝͝ö̵̧͉͓͔̗̜̲͖̺̲̹͚̞̬̮́͑̉̈́̒̒̋́̉̀̚̕͜ü̴̮͉͌̌̋̌̌̐͑̓̒̎̌͘̚ͅ ̷̡̨̨̢̲̞̗̣̙͕̹̖̝͇̝̙͖̥̖̬̹̒̿̈́̏̈̉̑͆̅͋͌̍͛͆͑̽͆̑̌̉͑͝ͅṭ̶̟͎̮͎̇͊̇͗̅͆̒͗̂̽̅͘͝a̵̡̛̝͇̮̤̘̟̼̯̱̠̪̰̖̼̯̫̟̝̹̓̈́͒̓͆̎͆͒͒̑̅̏̎͒̒͘͝ͅk̵̛͕̭̽͆̑̔̆̍̎̌ę̷̧̟̹̺̼̦͉̤̞̖͖̪̻̦̝̬̙͔̥̆̄ͅ ̵̟͎̗̼̲̻͎̫̯̭̬̒̈́̔̇͗̀́̈́͑͌̅̀̉̈͐͑̅̈́̾̚͜͝ͅͅà̵̛͍͍̎̎̆̆͂̈́͛̓͒̌̑̍̍̒͛̂̕ ̸̢̧̺̭̹͕͓̝̩̟͍̘̝̩͇͖̑͌̀̒̎̽́̾́̌̓̂̉͋̕ͅͅc̶̣̞̦̮͒͋̄̏̂̅̔͑̕ͅh̸̡̨̰͇̲͇̘̘̮̺̋͗͛̀̈̉̋̾͂͊̈͆̄͌͋͘̚͝͠͝ͅi̷̢̨̪̙̘̱͎̥̠̤̙̖̠͉͋̏͑͑̍ļ̸̛̻̖͕̺̘͓̬͚̘͎̟̫̝͍͊̏̃̌̄̄̒̋̓̈́̑̐̌́͜͝͝d̵̢̥̫̭̝͔̳̙̜̮͔͙͔̪͎̟͙͈̄̏̏̓̊͠ ̸̡̢̧͍̰͖͕̤͚͍͔̩̞̔̏̃̊̈́̑̓̔̇̒̅̈́͠ơ̴͖͓͕͍̥͓̪͕͕̤̹͇̱͑̇͗̈́͒́͂̂̿͋͊͆̍̈̂̃̂͒͒͝͝͠f̷̛͎̠͙̖͈́͊̽͐͋̎ ̷̗͓̩̖͔̙̱̜̜̼̝̥͓̻̰͍̜͋̅̈́̀̍̈́̔̓͠͝ͅḿ̶̙̖̙̺̘̥͔̂̓̄͒̏̄̆͛̿̿̓̓̕̚͝i̸̛͇̲̺̳̪̪̔̽̎̔̒̉̇̍̓̇̉̔̎̉͌̀̚̕͘͝n̵̨̡͙̭͉̹̫̦̘̬͗͗ę̶̺̯̣̻̬̳̘̟̥̄͗̉,̶̧̧̖̮͎̜̺̱͙̮̲̝̫͕͊̏̑̽̍̌̊̾͆͒͛̉͒̈́̕͘͝ ̸̳͖̯̹̥̺͓̤̯̹̰͛̽̋̈͛̈͜͠I̸͍̞̪̜̳̬͇̲͓̝̩͙̮͑͗̄̌̄͋̏̍̊̂͛̈͗̆͜͠ͅ ̷͖͙̬̺̺͂̀̿̀͑̈̀́́̾̿̀̀͊̿̅̃̈̚͝t̵̨̢̨̞͕͖̱͈͍̺̫͚͎͇̹͎͓̣̠̘̺̤̫͗ḁ̶̧̦̩̰̗̙̠̻͇̰̭̠̰̫̭̟̿̐̔̓̓́̈́͒͆̈́̕ķ̴̢͈͖̻̫̹̥͕̔̈̈́̓͝͝e̵̯̫̫͖͇̺̱̙̩̱̬̥͈̳͓̜̿̾͑́͐̍͒̔̑́̃̾͂̉̅͝͝ͅ ̷̡̡̢͉̰̩͇̭̯̜͓̯̞̫͉̖̹͚͙̭̻͐̄͐̔̏͊͂͂͗̍̌͛̅͗̚͝a̷̡̛͙̱̟͕̯̻̬̒͐̀̒̈́̂̅͐̈́̏̈́͂͊̌̚͠ ̶̛̙͕̮̣͓͖̪͕̻͖͍̹̱̯̏̄͐͆͜ć̵̼̤͎͔̥͕͈̙̠̰͇̣̣̦̫͉̍͋̑̐͆͑̆̃͆̀̐̐̆̿̀͐̈́̚̕h̵̨͚̤̩̫̖̉͛̊͊̍̈́̑̒͆̽̒̓̈́̌͌̆̑̓̕͘͘͝i̸̡̨̥̫͇̱̝͔̻̭͈̽͑̌́̄̍̀̚͠l̷̢̛͖̻̹̜̖͌̇́̈̈̒͂̄͑̇́̈́̓̊̿̾́̍̎͜͜͝͝͝d̷̡̟̪͖̯̺̭̲̘̥̬͉̰̠͑̇̍ ̴̛̱͈̹̪̱̝̦̭̤̺̍̽̍̂͌́͋͗͛̅͛̇̓̓̾̋̚͘̚̚͜͠͝o̶̦̬̙̤̙̘̭̤̹̥̅͊͑ͅf̶̨̧̧̛̹̩̗̺̰̠̖̱͕̣̙͇͍̼̻̣̩̫̈̿́͛̍̅͛̈́̄̉̓̃̿͋̔͂͘͝ ̸̡̱̠̥͈͎͔̱̥̟̞̪̝͙̻̲̟̠̝̂̋͆̐͑̕͜y̵̧̛͍̪̗̻̺͇͙̣̝͖̦̖͎̞͔̼̼̻̽̐̊̒̎̑́̌̾̄͛̆̔̅̐͌̎̕̕͜͠ͅͅo̸̝̜̱̣̯̞͇̙̖͍̗̚u̸̼̩̜̙̼͍̖̭̬̱̳̯̙̼̓̀̚͜͜ͅr̵̡̧̨̛̺̯͖̙̼̤͙͚̗̦͈͇̗̯̹͓̬̼͐̑̍̐̀̑̿̀̌̃͗͑̅̀͂̽̈̔̃̚͠ͅͅs̸̡̡̡̱̖̞͓̝͈̣͔͕̫̭̀̓,̷̤̮̺̫̜̦̣̏̕ ̷̯̩̜̩͇̫̝͔̗̦̇̈́̐͑̄͐̈́͒͗̊☠̶̢̡̹̖̟̓͒̍̈́̈ ⛥

⛥ Ǫ̷̨̡̧̡̨̺̦͚̦͉̭͈͓͙̼̲̎͜ͅf̵̢͕͒̅͌̽̉͐̆͑̔ ̸̧͈͈̺̳̥͉̟̝̪̟͕͉̻̘̻͎̳̜̦͓͗̃̂͊͜͠ͅc̶̛̬̹͓̔̀̓̎͐̆̃̈́̀̋̂͑̾̈̔̌̋ǫ̶͕͇͈̯̙̭̃̂̈̌͝ͅu̷̢̡̬̼̦̣̞͎̼̱̤͈͓͎̠̳͆̓͌̈́͐́̌̆͆̆̃̑̋̆̾́̇͘̚̚̕͠ͅř̸̢̼͉̬͎͍̥̣̞̼͈͈̇̀̌̂̈́̓̏͘̕͜͝ṡ̷̢̫̠͔̞̠̬̻̓͜ȩ̷̼̟̣͈̙͉͍̻̦̹̟͎̹̗̲͕̒͂,̵̙̺̯̟̘͙̭͚̩̎̏̓̀̅̆̏̓͊̒̎̅̓͘͠ ̴̛̛̭͙̫̖̯̮̲̺̝̞͕̼̗̯͖̱̪̻̼͗̍͐̃̀̈͊͐͑̉̋̋͗̒̄̈́̃͝y̴̧̛͉͙͙͉̯̘̜̬̩̔̽̓̅̂̋̐̑̇̈́̃̐̑̐͜ǫ̶̰̪̹̣̦͉͍͍̭̦̝͚̦̒̑͛͋̾̿̏̓̒̄̍̿̐̕̚͜ự̵̧̨͈̳͉͓̟̜̘̬̌̆͌̈́̃̽̽̌͌̀͛̆́͗̏̈́̏̌͆̕͜͝ ̷̨̛̠̟͓̯̬̪͙̩͚͇̤͕̫̟̪͎̈́̓́̆̎̾̿̄̒͐͆͗͌̆̒̕͜c̵̡̧͇͈͚͖͉͇̓̉̆̈́͗̃͆͐ō̵̢̢͓͉̮̥̻͆̄͗̿̆̄̀̅̔̽͆̕u̸͓̬̳̣͔̣̙͆̃͛̽͂̓̎̏̈́͗̇͐͑͐̈́̚͘͠l̵̛̛̖͇̿̐͂̈́͒͑̅̏̇̀̉͐̔̋͒̓͗͝ḍ̶̓͛̅͆̒͌̃͂̄͘ ̶̨̖͍̮͕̬̜̖͖͎̫̞̻̽̉̄̎̈́̕͘͘͜ͅa̷̢̧̧̘̣̱̠̖̘̹̖̼͇̮̬̫͍̯͍̖̮̯͍͂̾̒̌̾̽͗̕̕͝l̴̖̝̫̜̤̥̙̠͍͚̦̱͈̼̥͍̣̺̘͍̄̋̄̒͐͗͋́̊͗͝͝w̶̨̛̛̘̠̝̬̜̮̗̹͓̞͈̖̫̰̜͂͆̈́̇̈́̃̀͆͋̏͊̃̊̑̾̑͝͠ǎ̸̡̢̛̞̼̮͎̹̮̹̫̣̤̘͉̅̈́̉̍́̀͜ͅy̴̟̖̳͇̘̘̭̫̜̝̭̯̥͍͒̃̒͑̐͒͆̃̇́̈̇̔̈́̊͘͝͝͝ͅş̶̟̱͕͓̹̘͓̳͔̤̙̞͇͓̤̻̫͚̞̥̇́̇̓͆͠ ̵̢̛͙̰͓͍̬̖͔̩̠͓͉͓̮̗̤͚̤̥̪̞̃̋̐̾͊͘͝ŗ̴̧̼̳̹̼̜̞̦͉̪̜̘̺̻̟̖̟͕͖̮͚̅͊͌͊͝ë̶̜̰͈̜̯̫̫̠̺̫͕̻̹̳̟̞̭́̉͑̾͐̑̉̑̌̚̕t̷̝̝̮̞̗̹͇͖̥̙̱͖̫̝͕̼̮̒͗̀͐͂̋͗̒̂̽̕̚ͅu̶̡͓̝͓̞̝̪̪̻̫̳͉̹̦̲̣̤̲̒͌́̈́̒̒̏̄̓͌͐̀̆̅̍̈́̍͘̚͝r̷̬͎̜̩͈̺̠̥͈̤̲̼̰̼̯͚̠̦͊̆̒͂́n̵̡͚̯̰͉͇͙̳̠̯͒̒̽̿̆̈́̈́̏̋͘͠͝ ̵̨̨̨̡̰̘͓̅̀͂̍̏́̈̂̓͂̏͊̈̇͋̋͘͝͝͠J̵̛̝̣̎͗̅͆̑͊͆́̃̇̈́͋̿̀͝͝͝͠͝ǫ̴̨̲̰̣̜̰͒͂͘ͅç̸̟̣̟͖͉̤̭̠̙͙̭̮̟̟̲͙̞͍͉̪̥̇̍̽̈́̓̋̓͌́̀̐̓ȩ̵͚͓͎̻̙͈̟̫̤̺͍̟͇̚ḷ̸͚̫̦̜̫̲͇̫͍̬̦̝̬̺̹̏̊̀̐̑͋̈́̄̈̈́́̊̽̎͋́̔͘͘͘͠ͅͅȳ̸̢̩͚̥̖̄̉̀͆͒̅̉͒̂̈́̆̂͋̃̅̚̕͜ͅͅṇ̶̣̙͆́̓̆͂͋̿͘.̷̨̗̱̮͕͔̗͕͈̜̣̪̦̻̼̻͕͎̲̗̈́̎̑̅̍͂̂́͌͒̋́̾̂͆͒͂͘͝ͅ ⛧

J̴̡̨̡̡͎̻̗̣͔͙̟̟̗͇̳͔͎̟̠͚͛̔̎ờ̵̼̝̥͇̭̣̞̞͖͙̖̗͕̩̑̂̆̕͜ç̴̡̭̝̹͚͕̠̭̫̈̀͆̍̇̿͛͊͑̇͒̀͊͜ȩ̷̩̖̠̞͈͈͇̱̘̦̠̘̙̙̹͇̗̯̟̥̑́̃̑͑͒̑̎̍͆͛̔̐͋̐̔̅̓̀̊̈̅͠l̵̢̡̨͈͇̞̦̯̝̬̫̩̜͎̼͎̤̳̰̈́͐̔̔͆̅̄̊̀̄͒͌̆͂̓̂͊͗̐̓͜ͅͅy̶̤̫̲̫͕͐͛̊̅̒̽̍̾̓̚͠͠n̴͚̩̭͈̯͖̱̲͎͍̥͇̪̤̠͗͆̈́̑͂̋͗̍͛͋͐̏̌̉̈́̈́͗͝ ̵̡͖͓̣̠̻̲͍̼͔̦͎͑͝ͅö̵̢̙͖̲̭͈̮́́̅̇r̸̢̨̩͈̻̦̮̭̤͍͈̰̼̰̮̦͙̭̫̋͐̚ͅ ̴̧̮͕̬͔̪̪͍̃̈́͋̑͋̾̆̒̌̇̌̄͒͠C̷̨̡̦̪̞̭͉̟̗͇̦̰͚̾̍̂́͐̈́͒̇̄̏̓̆͒͜ͅo̷̡̨̭̺̲̩͙̖͚͆͗̏̀̀̆͋͛n̸̡̯̟͎͉̮̙̥̐̅̅̇͋̎̈́̑̌̕̕͠͝n̴̬̻̱̫̰̣̻͉̰̬̼̦̲̻͖̭̗̆̈́̅͋̿o̶̙̥̬̞̠͉̺̱͔̜̘̬̭̭̮͚̲̱̺͒̅͐̏̑͊̓̈́̀͗̈́̉̓͋͂́̐̀̉͑̑͜͠r̷̢̧̢͙̭̝̮͉̬͍̣̘͇̖͐̋͌͋̿̽̅̊͆̓́͗͆̿̆͜͜͝ͅ.̸̡͓͔͕̝͔͇̝̰̹̮͚͎͋̉̃̐͗͛̈́̇̎̃̌̽̔͝͝ͅͅ ̷̧̨̮̙̜͉͉̖̠͔̱̟̼͔͍̩̅͑͜Ÿ̸̛͉̼̘̠̯̮͈̠̭̖͓̻̯͉̎͊̅́̄̂̊̉̓o̵̝͖̭̗͎̬̙͈̦̦̜͈̩̠͋̑̄̑͑̓̂̉̿̋̈́̒̈́͋̃̃̕̚̚͜͠͠͠ủ̶͚̼̥̭̻̹̎̈́̒̽̈́̇͋̌̊͆̀̊̈̈̇́͂͘͠͝ͅ ̸̧̢̡͖̙̩̠͉̥̦͋̉͗͛͂́̈͆͑̄͜ć̶̛͔̟̘̟̀͂͆͊̃̔̍̈́̐̌̒͊̓̕h̵͙̣̲̼̣̜̤̝̼͎̬̮̟̠̯̒̽͌̌̊̉̀͗͘͘͝͠͠ͅǫ̴̨͕̘̯͉̝͋̔̽̃̓̌̃͘͝o̵̖̗̳̱̿̅̎̋̈́͗̓̾̐͌̊̌̑́͒̕͘͝s̶̡̰̱̙̠̝̮̜̫̱̮̬͖̮̝̘̦̺̟̙̈́̉̋͆̈́̆̍̕̚͝͝é̷̠̘̭̦͚̮̩̗̣̞̣̠̬͕̞͎̮̞̾̍͌̇̑̉̿̋́͠.̶̨̧̡͖̖͉̝͖̻̦̼̖̟͖̠͎̼̠̭̭́͠ ⛧

⛥ T̸͉͓̺̰̜͉̮̩̹̥̙̼͕̜͓̰̻̔̓͋̍̒͊͘ͅh̸͕̻̣̦̘̰̰̻̣̜̠̗̥̬͙͚̹̻́̀̔̄͛̔̆̂͋́̒͆̑̉͌͐̂̏͆̕̕̚͝e̷̢̢̛̛̘̼͎͖͓̜̺͇̰̱̘̗̠̖̝̪̿̓͐̓͐͒͒̂̔̔̔ ̷̨̨̺̯̫͕̦̳̭̞̰̣̰̪̼̤͔̾́̎͋̿̈̓͑͆̈́͆̆́̚̚͜͝f̸͓̲̟̩̮̘͎̣̰͚̞̼͕͇̯̂̓͊̄͌̉͛̕ơ̸̮͆̈́͒̀̈̄̐̉̈́̈̋̓͊̾͊̕̕͘͝ļ̴̊l̴̢̨̡̧͚͉͓͉̼͉̯͉̥̦͕̬̜̝̐̓͊͑͑́͘͝o̶̡̡̟̲̟͎̘̩͔͈̜̬̤̔̈̽̎̐̊̍̽̔͑͜͜͝͝͠ͅͅŵ̴̡̭̥̪̞̙̥̫̱̯̣̀̈͆̏͌̆̒̋͐͝͝͠î̶̩̖̜̤̫̲͉̻̹̂̃̆̃͌̈́͐͆̑̊̽̒̈́̅͘͠ͅn̵̡̲͕̯͕͍͖̥͎͖̮̣̦͊̊̂̽̌̋̊̔̾̈́̇̉̔͛̕͜͝͠͝ģ̴̧̦̞̙̻̲̼̥͙̖̳̘͉̾ͅ ̴̢̧̢̛̼͈̟̳̫͓͉͓̭̯͕̆͛̐͗̋̏͆̂̽̅̒̍̄͗̒͊̓̽̊͌̕͜l̸̦̞̜̠̣̓̓͐̿̊͛͋͂͐̚̚͠i̵̡̺̜̽̿͌̈́̓͋͗̓͗͋̍͆̆̈́̄́̈͘̕̕͝n̷̮̖̄́̈͑́͑̆̇̃͜ͅk̸͖͇̲̪̻̬̮̯̐̌́͒͆͂͜͝͠͝ ̴͎̥͎̳̝̫̜͔̺͙̩̦̘̼̘͇̱̺̋ẉ̶̢̣̿̊͂̐̂̃̓͑̉̑͜͜͝i̵̡̨̡͓̩̞̣̱͖̝͓̖͖̟͍̦̠͋̉̌̓͌͊̏̔̓̅l̸͖̯͚̻͙̙̳͍̪̞̭̣̻̺͙̼̼̪̺̙̙̏̃̒̽̒̇͂̊̑̽̌͌͛̚͜͜͝͠ļ̶̡̧̢̧̨͉͚͓̞͖̱͕̗̱͔̰̝̩̹͍͈̏̋̉͛̂̽̇́́̈́̂́̚̕̚͘͜ ̶̧̛̭͐̐͛͐̇͂͆̓̔̽̓̈́̈́͝s̷͍̿̎̂͋̎̚h̶̡̎̓̀̄̔̈́̽͆̄̾͐́̕͝ơ̸͉͈̩̭̦̥̦̮̻͚̰̊̎͒̆͌̆̔͊̇̒́̆͜w̵͚̜̰̻͕̩̘̥͕͙̜̃̍ ̴̧̡͙͔̹̠͔̙͓̘͚̱̭͕̆̍͒͆͜͠ÿ̸͍̥̲̫̙̖́̿̽͒̀̿͜ọ̵̺͙̳̩̜̤̯̲̭͇̫͇̟̪̜̹̱̞̺̃̇̕u̵̫̼̩̳̪̹̺̘̹̓̊͒̉͂̈̓̉̒̍͗̏́̾̕͝͠ ̷͓̟̗̹̙̳͖̠͇̘̲̲̰́̈̊͛͊̓͐̑̆̾̀͆̿̑͗͠h̶̦̻̘͙͉͋̈́ơ̴̦͍̻̳̅͂̋͌̈́̓̃͑̃̽͛̿̅̔͘͜͜ẃ̷̨̢̛̥͎̯̪̲͍̖͔̤͎̙͓͚̣͚̓̓̀̓̇ ̴̡̢̛̮̺͓̜͎̟͍̮̤̙̜͔́̿̾̈́̉͋̆͑̄̔́̚͜t̴̡̗̲̤͎̥͕̣͎̿̚͜ợ̴̡̡̙͕̰͍͈̩͍̭̻̐̑̓͠ ̶̛̛̜̯̬̭̟̟͙͐̈́́̉͗̅̃͌̋̓͒̆̿̈́͜͝ͅc̸̮͙̤̠͔̠̬̬͕͍͈͙͚̿̇̀͊̆̐́̉̊ḩ̶͈̖͙̗̬̘͎̯͕̥̗̠̪͎̼̞̪̒̀̀͆̊̈́̈͛͊̇͐̆̀̈́̉̽͂͑͘͜͝o̵̩͙͚͇̝̼͉͔̦̦͒̒̽͂̑̀̀̂͊̉̾̉͊͐͐͐͌͗̀͝͝͝͝õ̵̧̢̲̣͕͍̭̱̗̇̋̒͛̐̈́̍̓͂̂̔̏̿͐͌̑̆̕͘̚̚͜͜ͅs̵̯̯̟̰͔̲͕̯̝̟͇͚͊̈̔̋̓͑̃̾̓̐̓̊̕͜͠͝ͅͅe̷̫͓̾͗̐̚ ̶̨̢̡̛͙̤̤͈͕̺̹͇̫̱̤̱̙̞̠̪͖̹̾͐̀̏̃̀̍͂̈̄͐͠͠͝ͅͅt̷͍͕̰̬͉̥̣͉̮̼͖̪̀͐̏̽̓̿̃̽̒̌̓͋̇̍̆͝͠ḫ̶̱̞̮͇̘̝̥͉̤̺̣̀̅̑͌̈́͌̒̀̒̍̕͜͜͜ͅę̴̜̙̝̙̠̳̹̠̰͕͖̑̌̓̾̆̏̌̆̾̒̾́̒̋̆̃̈͑̓̊̐͝s̴̢͈̽̌̏̽̍͌͘͠͝e̵͚̜̹̣̥̪̘͈̍̐͆̏̊̾̕͝ ̷̡̡̛͕̲̥̭̠̖͔̹͕͚͇͉̹͔͔̦͚̙̇̀̑̆͑̆̅̐̽̽͌̂̃̈̔͆͑͘͠d̸̨̡̛̫̪͙̠̻̹̪̺͖͚̣͛̒͆̽̑́̄́̅̒̆́̈̔͜ͅe̵̞͓͕̯͉̝̘̯̝̮̜͈͂̌̒̋ͅą̶͕̓̒̄͒̈̄̐r̸̨̧̛̻͖̜̜̝̜̙̬͉͉̹̠͈͔̤̹͛͒̽̆͆̔̿͊̅̓̚͝ ̴̧̨̡̭̺͕̝̟̣̻͉̞̱̤̞̭̤̱͍͎͕̜̓̇̒̽͝ç̸̥̣̮̯̟̳̜̜͒́̉͌̾̑̏͠͝͝h̷̢̧̡̛̛̻̺̫̜̥͇̰̮̫͈̗̥͚̭̿́̈͋̂͌̒́̈́̈́̀̋͛͠͝͝͝ͅͅá̸̢̧̙̩̰͈̙͉͓͊̋̀́̔̃̋̋̀̍̒͗̇̄͆̕̚͘͜͝͝͠r̷̨̨̛̦̫͎̰̜̊̆̇͂̿͂̓̋̅̐̉̎̂̓̔̏̓̇̅͘̕̚ͅå̸̟͂̇͂͌̒̇̿̿̿͒̔̈́̀̕̕ͅc̸̨̮̝̺͚͎̬̙͔̉̐͐͛̉͑̈́̈́̀̄̓̎͌̚̚͘͜͠t̵̛̖̭̜̻̰̫̅͂̈̀̾̆͒̈̆̈̄͌̇̂̚͝͝e̸͔̭̠͔̞͓̝̼̣͇̞̰̒́̀͌͜r̸̨̢̛͖̞̝͎͙̭̦̠̹̗̗͛͊̒̑̓̈͗͗̈́͗̏̾̈́͛̅̅͗̒͑̂'̵̢̡̦̰̞͚̻̙̤̥̳̭͔̩̗̙̻̟̖̱̙̝̆̈́̿̌̈̋̓͘ͅṡ̸̨̛͙̫̙̜̩͔̜̪̥̩̭̹̽̓̉͘ ̸̢̹̤̣͔̹̥̪͎̮͆͋̈́͘f̸̛̟̎͊̊͐̅̈́̇̎͆͂̊̿̑͠͝͠â̵̢̻̖̖̥͔͔̖̮̙̫͖̑̽͌̂̅̔͑͘̕͘͜͝t̵̨̻̫͉̲̥̱̤̱̮̥͓̣̝̠̟̻͚͇̲̎͗̒̓̂̄̃̇̍̍͋̇̍̒́͝e̵͖̙̒͋̂̀͑̏̏̚͠͝͝.̴̨̗̱̰͙̩̥̥̘͚͎̯͎͋͌̅̈͛̋̕͝ ̴̫͕̦̫̲̼̺̞̙̖̩̣̐̽̅̅̑̄̓̽̌̊̈́̆̐̓͘͘͝Ģ̵̹̙̯̼̤̝̗͙̯̤̞̳̹̱͓̩̫̞̦̰̔̏̎̊̐͐̍̋̊̌͝͝͠ǫ̷̢̙̪̰̝͉̙̰̩̺̳̠̬͕̼̺̝̗̓͛̆͋̋̄̔͆̑̑͗̌̎̂̕͝͝͠ͅo̸̢̢͉̤̹̥̺̬̝̺̺͖̦͉̙̙̼̜̬͇̾͊́͛̒̏̓̌͒͆́̽̑̅̿̌͒̚͘̕̚͜͠d̸̡̨̢̳̼͍̲̮̠͔̦̟̟͇̱̰̜̖̣͔̲̎͑̋̆̑̉̒̉̍͒̈́̉͂̓̕͘ ̵̧͎̬̥͚̣̙̹̥͖̗̠̘̦̫͙̥̩̃͆̊̅́̈́̋̾͑͑̑͋̌̋̓̈́͌̍̔̕͠ͅļ̷̛̛͈͙̞̩̟͔̈́̌̂̂́̌̆̇̃̓̈͠ú̷̢͙̘͚̞̟̙̻̻̹̰̽̋̅̃̇̀̌̂́͌͘͠͠ͅċ̵̡̡̞̹̙͚̤̹̻͓͎̖̠͈͈̟̥̞͚̽̀̃̐̿͑͊̂̄̄̍͘͘̚͜͝͝ͅk̵̡̛͖͍̱͍̜̲͍̹̤̝̖͌̈͐͌́͑͆̐͆̎͒̀̉̃̒͌͑̚͘͝͝.̵̧͍̣̗̠̙̻̺̠̓̍̾̑̆̈̈͜ ⛧

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