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Im Curious Now- What Were The Rest Of Emmets Messages? Was He Sending Them While Being Cut Apart In The
I’m curious now- what were the rest of emmets messages? Was he sending them while being cut apart in the Evil Glass Dimension?
Oh I was sooooo gunna write them all out for you... but that would b a fic's worth of words and I'm doing this format to avoid too much extra writing. Regardless...
As soon as Emmet could get his communicator working he started sending messages to Ingo. It was... discouraging when the first few obviously didn't go through, but he kept at it. Not really because he expected a response, but more because he needed to someone to talk to, even if they couldn't talk back.
Unbeknownst to him, Ingo was getting his messages, just not when he was sending them. Instead, Ingo's grand quest is to travel the far reaches of the galaxy to receive each one- each message its own tiny shard of glass.
Each message is a quest to obtain, and each shard leaves Ingo feeling more and more worried.
Sure, it all starts okay, with Emmet absolutely sure that he can find some locals and borrow a ship out of there...
But slowly things start to become... off.
He's forgetting things- his plan, where he's been, where he's going. It starts small at first, Emmet doesn't even notice, but...
But he does eventually.
Eventually he realizes that he's losing himself, piece by piece, and he's scared. He's scared because he doesn't know what's happening, doesn't know how to stop it, doesn't know what he's losing.
Each message gets more and more disjointed, less coherent.
He forgets his name at one point.
...He forget's Ingo's a while later.
He can't remember who he is or who he's talking to, can't remember where he's going or where he's from.
He knows.. he knows he's talking to someone but-
He knows they must be dead. Whoever it was. That's why he's alone now right? That's why... that's why...
He has to keep sending messages.
It's all he has.
Please.
I miss you
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Everyone goes feral in Hisui 25: Anticipation and Steel
Summary: The rift goes quiet. Melli meets a train
Obviously it’ll be a while until I post an actual writing update, BUT I’ve got an AU post lined up and almost ready to go, so we’ve got that at least. Maybe next Monday? Look forward to it- it’s long
THEY ARE HERE!!!!!!!!

@antidotesprout thank you so much!
In everyone goes feral in Hisui, I think Akari should be able to bite Arceus, as a treat.
She should. It’s her right.
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#do they [the sentinels] mess with Ingo's plans? #i imagine they do because. he probably isn't a big fan of the Atlas either
The Sentinels (Ingo)
“Warning. Sentinel detected.”
Ingo flinched at the sudden voice of his exosuit, his hands threatening to drop his multitool in surprise. That wasn’t a message he hadn’t ever gotten before, although the alien dread and irritation suggested that before his memory loss he had. Getting a better grip on his multitool, Ingo turned to where his visor was directing him, coming face to face with-

A little red drone.
He tensed for one anxious wordless moment… before the drone tuned away with a wirr, floating a ways away to scan a nearby tree. That was…. anticlimactic. For all the hubbub involved, Ingo assumed that they would attack him or something. The warning was still ever present on the bottom of his visor screen and it didn’t look like it was going away anytime soon. But why? The drone wasn’t doing anything- just scanning random rocks and trees as it buzzed around.
….well whatever. Ingo shook his head and went back to mining. He had a brother waiting for him, and his ship was almost finished. Just a couple more materials and he-
A metallic shriek was the only warning Ingo got before a sleeve of bullets got fired into his back. He whirled around as his visor lit up with red, his suit’s shields wailing about the damage they had taken. The sentinel- because it had been the sentinel who attacked him- began charging up another volley. “Hey!” Ingo shouted in alarm as his shield took another round of bullets. “Violence is highly unnecessary! Words would suffice!”
Unfortunately, the sentinel didn’t seem interested in (or capable of) starting a conversation, and Ingo had to dodge another round of ammunition. Irritated (and a bit scared for his life) he turned his mining laser on the aggressive little droid- which did little more the singe it. Still, Ingo didn’t have much other options, so he kept at it, slowly racking up damage while doing his best to avoid as much fire as possible.
By the time he finally managed to take the thing down, his shield was critically damaged and flashing at him aggressively. “Serves you right.” He spat at the exploded shrapnel on the floor, its internal parts fractured and and broken, strewn wildly in all directions. The parts were strange though, hardly resembling the internal circuits of his own ship and looking more like jagged purple shards. ….shards that eerily resembled the message from his brother.
“Warning. Sentinel reinforcements approaching” Oh heck no. Investigation abandoned, Ingo hightailed it out of there, running up the nearby hill and praying he could get far enough away in time. In less than thirty seconds the area he had previously been in was swarming with little red drones, the little buggers having blinked into existence between one moment and the next. Ingo had no idea where they could have come from- but he wasn’t sticking around to find out.