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I can't express just how much joy I got from this post on the absurd hell house on creatorofclay's blog /post/650314422215163905/welcome-back-to-observations-with-your-favorite I am so so grateful for this post. Bless!

The post in question ✨

THANK YOU LOVE. That post was so SO much fun to make. Exploring the house out of bounds in general was just so fascinating. I really wish we could see the other section of the house that is never accessed, since I believe that's where the kitchen and bathroom likely are. But I'll take what I can get!

Just the sheer amount of detail they put into that room that you would NEVER see is astounding. It makes me think that maybe that room was meant to be accessible at one point, but they likely scrapped the idea. It's a shame if that's the case, but oh well. It's still great.

But thank you!! I'm glad to see it brings joy to you 😊😊 🥰

Dealing with one such as the Distortion was annoying on many different levels. The most significant being that even just looking at it gave him a headache. The grating of it's voice was less frightening than irritating. And now it's childish behavior has drawn Elias's attention.

Setting his pen down slowly, Elias folded his hands together and raised his eyes to Michael, "Is that what you think? And why is that? What do you understand about what he felt?"

His attention was placed fully on Michael, keeping him from getting any sort of edge over Elias. Dealing with the Distortion tended to be a dizzying experience for those inexperienced, but this one... This particular door seems to like to hang around the Institute a little too much. "As if Michael knew anything about what it was like to manage a place like this. I am the only one here capable, as evident by my promotion."

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"there are plenty of ways to get where you’re going." (for elias)

Pesky words from a pesky creature. Elias barely acknowledged the door whenever it appeared, seeing it as nothing more than a distraction, even more so when the being referred to as Michael made his appearance as well. All the same, he couldn't bring himself to completely eject it from the Institute.

Barely looking up from the schedules he was filling out, only halfway through the library staff when it appeared, and just exhaled a breath, "That is the beauty of life, isn't it? Choices and paths, the different ways to get what one wants. Though, I suppose you wouldn't really understand that now, would you?"

@is-itself-a-deviant: Pushing a stray hair back behind her creator's ear, Chloe smiled. The coloured lights mixed in with tuffs of tinsel sparking behind them adding a mix of magic to their otherwise minimalist surroundings. It brought out the blue in his eyes. "Merry Christmas Elijah. I hear Santa left something for you under the tree" - from Chloe

The holidays were never much to Elijah, always just another day with the same. He always felt they were overhyped and over saturated when it came to the market and consumerism, but well into retirement he has come to find ways to enjoy it nonetheless. Perhaps that is thanks to his androids, the closest thing he had to a real family anymore. Or maybe he just felt less alone because Chloe was always there. She certainly made it all seem a little less dull.

A little smile touched his lips, lifting his chin a bit to direct it at her as he gave a little hum at her touch, "Is that so? Hm, seems Santa hasn't forgotten even me, despite the fact that I'm sure I'm on his naughty list," Elijah chuckled as he pushed himself to stand from his desk, making his way out of the office and to the living room.

The girls had made it a tradition to set the tree up every year and decorate it however they liked. This year, the theme seemed to be red and gold, strands of tinsel wrapping around the tree. But, like Chloe had said, there was in fact a gift under it with his name on it. Signed, of course, from Santa.

"Oh, Santa is far too kind," his smile widened a bit, reaching down to pick the box up. He shifted it in his hands a bit, getting a feel for the weight before beginning to open it for the surprise inside.

Oh, I don't know, maybe to stop having the extra title of Mr. Douchelord? But hey, everyone's got their life goals. You seem pretty set on yours, which would be fine, if you weren't dragging everybody else down with you. So, what's the ratio here? Cost and profit? I already know lives mean nothing to you - but in terms of, how much effort you've got to put into a guy who's just going to die anyway, how much is too much?

"The profit is worth every single cost. And it will be when I am finally on top," the smile on his face spread even further for a moment before Elias regain his composure and shrugged it off, "What's that old saying? In order to make an omelette you have to crack a few eggs. As far as how much effort is too much? I had around half a century nearly with Gertrude. She would have been perfect had she been more reliable. It is... Annoying to start new, but, well... The process for working in the Institute is very thorough for a reason.."

Christmas is over so... Imma try and get back to writing. Sorry for my silence y'all. Working retail really sucks.

So, Bouchard, never made a single mistake in your life? Not personal, not professional, not in the line of your fuck-everybody-over duty?

"Once again, Tim, that would imply I have some sort of regret, which we have established I do not," Elias just waves his hand dismissively, letting out a sigh, "I realize you might not understand this, but, I don't see my life quite the same as you do. There are no mistakes, no regrets. Only choices made by everyone in the world, every being. Choices led us to where we are today, and honestly," his smile spreads wider across his face, "why would I want to change that?"