Reconnecting To Cr3w_C4m

Reconnecting to Cr3w_C4m…

“We need to get on the move before any Skibidies get to us or the Titans… Just where did we exactly get transported to Monitors?” Woofer rumbles as he looks around at the quiet roadway that they’re standing in.

“Admittedly… Near [their] old college campus, it’s surprisingly empty despite it being a temporary safe haven, it got wiped out quickly from what I was told by [them]. I believe we can bunk here for a few days, recharge and plan out how to reunite with the Alliance.” Monitors answers as he takes the lead of the group, going down the central road before arriving at the campus. Glancing to one of the campus buildings that seems to be largely undamaged, appearing to be a Gymnasium.

“[They] said that the gym would best suit us and well, with the Titans being more… human sized, they can go into the dorms and gather any materials that may be useful as it’s going to get cold tonight as we’re much further north than we typically are.” 

":3"

Who's they?

"[They] are a survivor, just something is incredibly off about [them]. As [they] haven't told us much about [their] life before or during this hellish war. Admittedly, [they've] been helpful bringing up the morale of the Alliance and are somewhat a menace when with the Speakers as [they] have provided a much wider range of music for the Speakers to use and enjoy." Monitors hum quietly before glancing at the sleeping smol trio and his two other large units that are in the building while he's outside. "[They're] not a proper human, don't mistake them to be a Skibidi as [they] are not a Skibidi. [They] won't tell us what caused their appearance to be so drastically different from typical humans"

I AM NOT OKAY, I AM NOT OKAY. I NEED MY TITANS TO COME BACK PLEASE. I NEED THEM TO COME BACK PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.

"Everything will be okay, I promise you that we'll return victorious. We promise you that, We promise the Alliance that"

*throws something in the opposite direction to distract the parasite.*

hope that this helps P.O.V.

The parasite turns P.O.V's body around trying to figure out what the hell fell down as it was looking around for any hiding Alliance members who couldn't get out of the base during the raid. There's a loud thump and P.O.V grunts as there's a crunching noise as he regains control of his body. His view screen clears up from the darkened edges of parasite control and focuses on an unusually big Camera Scientist. "Good job, Why didn't you flee when the base got raided?" "I was getting [them] out of the base, had one of the TV scientists take [them] to the safe haven... Here, take this as I was modifying this." The scientist Cam hands over a modified Skibidi remover gun as he stands up at full height. "Right... Disinfect the others and blow this base up without any of the other Skibidies escaping"